<?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-5188441664613104714</id><updated>2024-11-01T10:22:55.784+01:00</updated><category term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><category term="In rima"/><category term="Sentimenti.... emozioni...."/><category term="Favoleggiando"/><category term="Riflessioni"/><category term="Pensieri in pillole"/><category term="Pensieri.... utopie.... fantasia"/><category term="Favoleggiando.... ma non troppo"/><category term="Sogni e magia"/><category term="Good ARTernoon... e CoccolArti"/><category term="Dalla pagina"/><category term="Roma... ed altri amori"/><category term="Pensieri in libertà"/><category term="Per giocare"/><title type='text'>Tra sogno e realtà</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-5950257387170793676</id><published>2015-06-16T14:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2015-06-16T14:01:05.007+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Quasi fosse magia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4w29aDxuEzprSt3_b9ur6QIWUwm9itmzFGaphE6e55FZGKqQyRvh6fS7-kN4cLpm0UEpz0Z039xZCzZ4-f3PofT33_S2MZNlN6grmLXVWECRBEUKU77p95B6mpoFzsZ-q8zQSIEr3dg7/s1600/occhialcielo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;248&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4w29aDxuEzprSt3_b9ur6QIWUwm9itmzFGaphE6e55FZGKqQyRvh6fS7-kN4cLpm0UEpz0Z039xZCzZ4-f3PofT33_S2MZNlN6grmLXVWECRBEUKU77p95B6mpoFzsZ-q8zQSIEr3dg7/s320/occhialcielo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Come d&#39;incanto le nubi spariscono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i colori diventano più brillanti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;il sorriso compare sulle labbra e negli occhi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;La paura lascia il passo alla consapevolezza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;le emozioni viaggiano veloci....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;le lacrime non sono lacrime, ma brillanti sul viso!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/5950257387170793676/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2015/06/quasi-fosse-magia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/5950257387170793676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/5950257387170793676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2015/06/quasi-fosse-magia.html' title='Quasi fosse magia!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEiK4w29aDxuEzprSt3_b9ur6QIWUwm9itmzFGaphE6e55FZGKqQyRvh6fS7-kN4cLpm0UEpz0Z039xZCzZ4-f3PofT33_S2MZNlN6grmLXVWECRBEUKU77p95B6mpoFzsZ-q8zQSIEr3dg7/s72-c/occhialcielo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.9027835 12.496365500000024</georss:point><georss:box>41.524646 11.850918500000024 42.280921 13.141812500000025</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-8791396439826941323</id><published>2015-05-08T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2015-05-08T00:36:35.503+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Sospesa</title><content type='html'>Sospesa nel vuoto,&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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sorretta da un filo sottile,&lt;br /&gt;oscillo in balia del vento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osservo impotente quel che accade,&lt;br /&gt;nel silenzio che mi circonda,&lt;br /&gt;lascio che tutto fluisca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrei lasciarmi andare.... precipitare,&lt;div&gt;
oppure afferrarmi a quel filo,&lt;/div&gt;
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fino a farne un perno... per una nuova partenza!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sospesa nel vuoto,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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la luna sullo sfondo, la terra sotto di me....&lt;/div&gt;
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i pensieri scorrono... le emozioni volano....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/8791396439826941323/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2015/05/sospesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/8791396439826941323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/8791396439826941323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2015/05/sospesa.html' title='Sospesa'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEheGuvAO5suicnykMkxoVtiE8qGbPxcigvRScKDL7jfnCeEgQVpzzdzIsC8gQGfL9JpQ-YyU7qJj8xm_nOOhYk_SGejYZeCt4fjYMLya_3YkCjgQCC3jUnMYB1GEc5KPL7mMJ7Lnhb1eyHw/s72-c/SOSPESA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.9027835 12.496365500000024</georss:point><georss:box>41.524646 11.850918500000024 42.280921 13.141812500000025</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-1895957577346461981</id><published>2015-04-21T01:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2015-04-21T01:03:01.949+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Passato, presente e futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Le poesie non mi appartengono, non fanno parte del mio essere.&lt;br /&gt;Io sono per i racconti, per le frasi corte, i pensieri rapidi, ma sono anche quella dei sentimenti forti.&lt;br /&gt;Chi mi conosce bene mi dice che riesco a nascondermi come nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;E non potrebbe essere diversamente, ma sono anche quella che mette tutto in piazza, che non si tiene niente.&lt;br /&gt;La mia vita è un susseguirsi di momenti, mai nulla di duraturo ed importante.&lt;br /&gt;Mia figlia, lei si, lei è per sempre!&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Provo a darti un immagine di me, ma di me come ero? &lt;br /&gt;Pensa al mare, al mare in tempesta, sempre in movimento.&lt;br /&gt;La vedi quell’onda che si infrange sugli scogli? &lt;br /&gt;Sono io.&lt;br /&gt;Mi ferma lo scoglio, mi distrugge, mi annienta….&lt;br /&gt;Ma, se distendi lo sguardo e lo rivolgi verso l’orizzonte, mi ritrovi, pronta a rinascere, a crescere, fino a trovare un posto migliore dove arrivare.&lt;br /&gt;Sono come il sole…. Puoi non vederlo per giorni, ma c’è è lì nascosto, c’è e nulla potrà impedirgli di sorgere.&lt;br /&gt;Sono la cima di una montagna coperta di neve, sono una foresta che arde, sono il vento che soffia.&lt;br /&gt;Nulla mi ferma e tutto mi uccide.&lt;br /&gt;La sensibilità è un pregio, non si discute, ma portata all’eccesso distrugge.&lt;br /&gt;Mi è successo e sono sparita.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Quell’onda è diventata calma piatta.&lt;br /&gt;Il sole trova solo nubi e non riesce a farsi strada.&lt;br /&gt;La neve non si scioglie, perché l’inverno sembra non finire.&lt;br /&gt;Rimpianti, dolore, rimorsi distruggono chi ha il cuore tenero, ma è proprio il cuore tenero che fa presto a riprendere a battere, basta una carezza, un sorriso, un sospiro.&lt;br /&gt;È quello che sto vivendo io.&lt;br /&gt;La brezza si è alzata…. l’onda, piano piano, torna a crescere.&lt;br /&gt;Senti che tepore? La neve si scioglie.&lt;br /&gt;Il sole fa capolino, laggiù all’orizzonte.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/1895957577346461981/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2015/04/passato-presente-e-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/1895957577346461981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/1895957577346461981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2015/04/passato-presente-e-futuro.html' title='Passato, presente e futuro'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEgIvADHzGEf_-njofIAMeh4Hdx-Vdllr8KCHiWj1KFoB6M1RLkuRzZ9zni3WviH6U-vhVwOHDa33i9vcyiNFkgyQ-GIhVLu2RoiXlXBTcNLFV60OtYqcCwyokG7CKm7RQM2Z-Y6oyRusiBD/s72-c/mare+in+tempesta.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.9027835 12.496365500000024</georss:point><georss:box>41.522602 11.848172000000025 42.282965 13.144559000000024</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-7959525317931152145</id><published>2015-04-11T00:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2015-04-11T00:49:45.318+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Ripartenze</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;RICOMINCIO DA ME&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Seduta davanti ad un foglio bianco... e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;la penna non scorre,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;E&#39; come se, d&#39;improvviso, la capacità di comunicare si fosse interrotta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;come se, quasi per caso, diventasse impossibile aprire il cuore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ci sono sensazioni che non si possono controllare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;situazioni che mi travolgono e dalle quali scelgo di farmi travolgere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;cosciente che non c&#39;è modo migliore per tirarmene fuori!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Momenti che diventano ore ed ore che si trasformano in giorni... in mesi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mi lascio avvolgere da coloro che mi danno sicurezza, respiro il silenzio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;mi nutro dell&#39;amore di chi mi ama... per acquistare forza e ripartire!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;La sensazione di trovarmi sull&#39;orlo di un burrone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;guardare verso il fondo e sporgermi.... magari cadere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Farmi rapire dal vento, leggera come una piuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;lentamente iniziare a volare... ora si: posso sognare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Circondata dagli alberi mi sento sfiorare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;posso sentire il profumo delle foglie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;il loro fruscio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sopra di me nuvole: alcune candide come la neve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;altre che preannunciano bufera.... è così la vita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Un soffio di vento, un raggio di sole, un fiore che sboccia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;un temporale, un urlo che rompe il silenzio, un attimo di follia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E quei due??? sembra non si conoscano, ma è indiscutibile la loro voglia di raccontarsi, di conoscersi e, perché no, di utilizzare quest&#39;opportunità per crescere insieme!!!&lt;br /&gt;Decidono di attizzare il fuoco che arde in quel quel caminetto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;con la consapevolezza che sarà proprio uno dei fattori determinanti per aiutarli ad aprirsi, a tirar fuori la parte più nascosta del loro cuore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Non si sono sbagliati: le parole sembrano uscire da sole, guidate da un sentire comune.&lt;br /&gt;Si accorgono subito di come sia facile confrontarsi: c’è attenzione, cura, non ci si giudica, ma ci si ascolta e comprendersi è naturale.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto è incredibilmente spontaneo, ci si rende conto che si riuscirebbe a fare qualsiasi cosa in quel momento, anche scalare una montagna, affrontare un temporale o il mare in tempesta: l&#39;unica condizione è farlo insieme, sostenendosi vicendevolmente.&lt;br /&gt;Con tanta sintonia la paura, come d’incanto, svanisce.&lt;br /&gt;Le confidenze si fanno più intime e si riescono ad affrontare anche i ricordi più duri.&lt;br /&gt;La musica accompagna le chiacchiere: canzoni di una volta, a volte chiuse in un cassetto da anni!!! Da Bennato a Renato Zero, da De Andrè alla Pausini…&lt;br /&gt;È proprio la musica che fa venir voglia di scherzare…&lt;br /&gt;Le chiacchiere da serie si fanno facete… si ride, ci si prende in giro, si canta insieme….&lt;br /&gt;Un ballo? Perché no? Tango? Valzer? Samba?… che importa? L’importante è farlo insieme!&lt;br /&gt;I due sconosciuti non ci sono più…. Ormai sono amici, ma amici veri!!&lt;br /&gt;La notte sta, lentamente, lasciando il posto al giorno che nasce…. Devono tornare alla vita di tutti i giorni.&lt;br /&gt;Un pizzico di rimpianto: un’esperienza simile lascia il segno!!!&lt;br /&gt;Per quanto tempo il tepore di quel caminetto rimarrà nel loro cuore?&lt;br /&gt;Basta ripetere l’esperienza, cose da dire ce ne sono ancora tante!&lt;br /&gt;Basta trovare il tempo, nella vita caotica che ci travolge!&lt;br /&gt;Basta volerlo sul serio e loro lo vogliono, non resterà un episodio isolato, questo è certo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;L&#39;idea è indubbiamente affascinante, ma difficile da mettere in pratica: sono in grado di cimentarmi in qualcosa più grande di me? Saprò parlare di qualcosa che non conosco?&amp;nbsp;Raccontare cose che non reali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Chi mi conosce bene, chi conosce la mia storia nei minimi dettagli, è consapevole del fatto che ho commesso un&#39;infinità di errori, a volte imperdonabili, ma sa anche che li ho tutti pagati, sulla mia pelle!!! &lt;br /&gt;Nonostante questo, malgrado il mio stato apparentemente quasi vegetativo, non mi sono fermata, ho cercato di venirne fuori a modo mio, con fatica e lottando con le unghie e con i denti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco&amp;nbsp;perché&amp;nbsp;sono partita, ecco&amp;nbsp;perché&amp;nbsp;sono in alto mare...&lt;br /&gt;Mi sto cercando e lo faccio nel modo che mi è più congeniale, senza limiti, senza freni, senza paure e con l&#39;aiuto di fantasia, immaginazione e speranza.&lt;br /&gt;Lo faccio con un compagno di penna, con il quale abbiamo deciso di imbarcarci in quest&#39;avventura e siamo partiti, ormai già da due giorni.&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo, forse obiettivi ed idee diversi, ma seguiamo la stessa strada, quella del cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Tanti punti in comune, tanti interessi condivisi e la stessa passione..... scrivere!!&lt;br /&gt;Il nostro sarà un viaggio lungo, intorno al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;Quel mondo segreto che abbiamo racchiuso nel cuore e che vorremmo riuscire a manifestare.&lt;br /&gt;Non sarà facile allontanarsi dal quotidiano, ma riusciremo a farlo se ci terremo per mano.&lt;br /&gt;Ci vorrà coraggio e tanta pazienza per sopportare l&#39;uno i vizi ed i difetti dell&#39;altro.&lt;br /&gt;Io, per esempio, sono logorroica. Farmi tacere è un&#39;impresa titanica.... &lt;br /&gt;Amo le parole, amo metterle una affianco all&#39;altra.... che sia su carta o nell&#39;aria!!!&lt;br /&gt;Il bello è che lo faccio proprio nella stessa maniera.... senza pensare, vado a ruota libera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Parlo come penso e penso come parlo e lo stesso quando scrivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei suoi di difetti non posso parlare, lo conosco poco, ci siamo appena ritrovati.&lt;br /&gt;Non ne&#39; ho visti per il momento, ma sono certa che se pure dovessero venire alla luce li sopporterei tranquillamente&amp;nbsp;perché&amp;nbsp;gli voglio bene....&lt;br /&gt;Siamo solo all&#39;inizio dell&#39;avventura.... andiamo dove ci porta il vento... e dal vento lasciamoci portare.&lt;br /&gt;Si vedrà cosa ci riserva il destino, ma questa è un&#39;avventura da vivere pienamente... senza timori e senza riserve.... &lt;br /&gt;Una volta portata a termine, di questo sono certa, ci troveremo cambiati, non so come e quanto, ma saremo, sicuramente, entrambi più ricchi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per ora viaggiamo.... poi tireremo le conclusioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Le emozioni rimangono nel cuore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;se sono state vissute intensamente;&lt;/div&gt;
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si può fingere di non provarle,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ma sono lì, nascoste dietro un sorriso &lt;br /&gt;
o celate da una lacrima!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Come le persone: non si dimenticano &lt;br /&gt;
se hai provato affetto sincero;&lt;/div&gt;
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restano in un angolo del cuore:&lt;br /&gt;inevitabilmente per sempre!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/6370930065890801139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/11/ovviamente-le-emozioni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6370930065890801139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6370930065890801139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/11/ovviamente-le-emozioni.html' title='Ovviamente.... le emozioni!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEjzVJ7RtMDBluJjjWlKMQnlj5JmHHWzgDOy8b41aZzvithT-lvbv9BwSl5YT7tJtWiXnHr4sNW9nRGpGhqz8TcIskosyCIQEooXnKGl-K_2pCnbOG_JIqLmAkR8yg9lnQumWt5o0L4SwbX2/s72-c/emozioni.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8723889 12.48018019999995</georss:point><georss:box>41.8723889 12.48018019999995 41.8723889 12.48018019999995</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-5429604093406104508</id><published>2014-11-27T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-11-27T01:07:19.499+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Ieri ed oggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;
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Cielo cupo e denso di pioggia,&lt;/div&gt;
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sereno che porta allegria e serenità!&lt;/div&gt;
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Il dispiacere, la delusione, il senso di abbandono&lt;/div&gt;
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ci accompagnano&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;per poi sparire con un soffio di vento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;come le persone, anche quelle più importanti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;quelle su cui contavamo...&lt;br /&gt;basta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;eramente poco: magari una parola di troppo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;o forse un fraintendimento....&lt;br /&gt;ed ecco che svaniscono... ma allora si che diventa tutto chiaro:&lt;br /&gt;semplicemente non erano quello che pensavamo fossero!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/5429604093406104508/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/11/ieri-ed-oggi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/5429604093406104508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/5429604093406104508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/11/ieri-ed-oggi.html' title='Ieri ed oggi'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEjyHaSD5JuHQpY1nJefk2dpfpuYV8wAiWdVYvN_LqG8FqFfx9LbLcqQeS3MSWMfPYie6yCC7tls4ZC-_ryfW12RN5Y0YNMsaUHsz1fgdCtxa_Nhu3lQV28you2y2794FfUvU9QHNcm_rFy7/s72-c/OGGI.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8723889 12.48018019999995</georss:point><georss:box>41.4922074 11.83198669999995 42.252570399999996 13.128373699999949</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-8410685442874834858</id><published>2014-10-24T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-10-24T16:58:08.071+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>E&#39; l&#39;alba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;L’aria profuma di fresco, il sole fa capolino dietro i palazzi…. È presto, anzi prestissimo.&lt;br /&gt;Non so perché oggi già sono in piedi: di stanchezza ne ho molta, nella testa e nelle ossa, ma non mi pesa.&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore è leggero!!&lt;br /&gt;Tutto il lavoro, lo stress, le ansie sono in un cantuccio, messe da parte, non mi appartengono, non in questo momento.&lt;br /&gt;In questo istante di vita esisto solo io, con i miei pensieri, i miei desideri, i miei sogni!!&lt;br /&gt;Roma è ancora avvolta dal silenzio: quasi irreale, assordante.&lt;br /&gt;In questo silenzio riesco a raccogliere le idee, inizio a pensare, a rivivere situazioni, momenti, emozioni.&lt;br /&gt;Nulla di negativo si affaccia alla mente, anzi!!&lt;br /&gt;Vedo il volto di mio padre, come in un sogno: è lontano, ma vivo e mi sorride. &lt;br /&gt;Si, finalmente ha ritrovato sua figlia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dopo aver visto i suoi occhi velati dalla tristezza riesco di nuovo a vederci dentro la felicità, mi ci specchio in quei laghi… che dolcezza, quanto amore!!&lt;br /&gt;Quel padre perso troppo presto, una fine mai accettata fino in fondo, mai metabolizzata, perchè troppo improvvisa ed inattesa.&lt;br /&gt;Anche in quella circostanza non ha recato disturbo a nessuno, come nel suo stile, poche ore di agonia, con tutti coloro che amava accanto, anche la nipote, che prima voleva &quot;sfuggire&quot; il momento della fine, ma che ci ha ripensato ed rientrata in tempo per essergli accanto, sempre, anche nell&#39;ultimo istante.&lt;br /&gt;Il dolore è rimasto dentro di noi, muto, ma condiviso!!&lt;br /&gt;Non c&#39;è tristezza nel cuore, anche se gli occhi si riempiono di lacrime.... è un Angelo ormai, e ci veglia dall&#39;alto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il silenzio porta con sè altri ricordi, più lievi, ma altrettanto intensi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Rivedo mia figlia, piccola, ancora in fasce!!&lt;br /&gt;La vedo sul tavolo, in cucina, neanche sei mesi, ma già mette in mostra tutto il suo caratterino!!!&lt;br /&gt;Si rizza facendo forza solo sulle braccine e ci sfida con lo sguardo… e poi eccola ancora, di poco più grande, che ci indica, con fare perentorio gli sportelli della credenza aperti, battendo i pugnetti sul tavolo e sollecitandoci a chiuderli!&lt;br /&gt;E ancora, per strada, con una scatola sempre attaccata al passeggino: già a lei le bambole non sono mai interessate… ed il primo giorno d&#39;asilo.... le festicciole con i compagni.... le prime recite, i balli!!!&lt;br /&gt;Il primo fidanzatino (che belle emozioni!!!) e via.... continuo a vederla crescere sotto i miei occhi e non riesco ancora a rendermi conto che una tale meraviglia possa essere nata da me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È ancora presto, potrei leggere un po’, approfittare di questa quiete per portare avanti il libro che ho iniziato, ma ho voglia di leggere altro…. Ho voglia di leggermi!!!&lt;br /&gt;E allora accendo questo povero portatile che è rimasto spento due ore ed apro i miei documenti. &lt;br /&gt;Lì ho un file dove sto raccogliendo degli incontri....&lt;br /&gt;Ho voglia di viverli questi incontri… quindi mi limito a leggere e ad immergermi in quel mondo…. &lt;br /&gt;E&#39; un mondo fatato, fiabesco, fatto di giochi, di racconti, di ricordi, di immaginazione e magia.&lt;br /&gt;Sono incontri, come dicevo, in una baita di montagna, davanti ad un caminetto, piuttosto che sulla riva del mare....Incontri che hanno contribuito a far avvicinare due anime sconosciute, incontri che queste anime hanno contribuito a far volare.... Sono preziosi, sono perle di vita!!!&lt;br /&gt;Universi si spalancano, nulla è impossibile in quei momenti.... c&#39;è poesia, allegria, comprensione, condivisione, incoraggiamento.... &lt;br /&gt;Lo so, sembra una favola, ma è proprio così invece ed è una delle ragioni per cui la mia vita ha ripreso il suo corso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il silenzio sta lentamente lasciando il passo alle prime automobili, il sole è ormai alto.... è finito il tempo a mia disposizione, devo prepararmi, andare a lavorare, ma, e questo è sicuro, oggi lo farò con il sorriso sulle labbra!!! &lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho scoperto che l&#39;alba è un momento magico, bisogna solo avere il coraggio di fermarsi e di guardare dentro noi stessi, con pazienza ed amore.... &lt;br /&gt;Non c&#39;è niente di più bello che scoprirsi o, come nel mio caso, di riscoprirsi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dicono della tua diffidenza,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;narrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;le tue paure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I silenzi nascondono l&#39;ansia di non essere compresi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ma anche quella di scoprirsi troppo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I silenzi uccidono i rapporti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;anche quelli più veri e profondi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Nascono spesso dall&#39;ingiusta pretesa di aver capito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Naufragano sempre nell&#39;incomprensione totale!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/7793521717658840348/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/i-silenzi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/7793521717658840348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/7793521717658840348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/i-silenzi.html' title='I silenzi'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEhXsy4YuLr9CH_BpZ5VD6ErDMp1zddOcx8UJjSagStxixVfppysAJ8_pYxF33kVnyEwvjF7iNE2fl43eDquKlUqlzbVFgtnVhDZC8kqoiBIryJ4-lT4d_SsiErjRUx2HjziFYk3dYfkk_OE/s72-c/blogger-image--1010048113.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-4721252585632488593</id><published>2014-05-09T01:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2014-05-09T01:00:50.804+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sentimenti.... emozioni...."/><title type='text'>Flash....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6D3xEbr6owsdDOoAJ8vb-dVRb5F8YYAquxA247KVI6FcE4_8UiQ8QWtqp3Pmtedv4uV7rMupF6sgQoZcBjeRuqpIzhFPJ9QYIsUsbjJzTB5qne2Tcp-LvPdJvWFS0ZUM4O4Ic5f1nFCm3/s640/blogger-image-1238157281.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6D3xEbr6owsdDOoAJ8vb-dVRb5F8YYAquxA247KVI6FcE4_8UiQ8QWtqp3Pmtedv4uV7rMupF6sgQoZcBjeRuqpIzhFPJ9QYIsUsbjJzTB5qne2Tcp-LvPdJvWFS0ZUM4O4Ic5f1nFCm3/s320/blogger-image-1238157281.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ogni raggio di sole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ogni goccia di pioggia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ogni fiore che sboccia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ogni foglia che cade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ogni lacrima versata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ogni sorriso donato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ogni urlo represso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ogni carezza concessa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Segni di vita che scorre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;di mente viva ed attenta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;pronta ad ascoltare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;disponibile a cambiare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/4721252585632488593/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/05/flash.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/4721252585632488593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/4721252585632488593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/05/flash.html' title='Flash....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEi6D3xEbr6owsdDOoAJ8vb-dVRb5F8YYAquxA247KVI6FcE4_8UiQ8QWtqp3Pmtedv4uV7rMupF6sgQoZcBjeRuqpIzhFPJ9QYIsUsbjJzTB5qne2Tcp-LvPdJvWFS0ZUM4O4Ic5f1nFCm3/s72-c/blogger-image-1238157281.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8723889 12.48018019999995</georss:point><georss:box>41.494251399999996 11.834733199999949 42.2505264 13.125627199999951</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-2773739823923436272</id><published>2014-05-05T23:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2014-05-05T23:15:28.704+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Emotività</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Emozioni troppo a lungo trattenute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL16Ip4vj67qtqKQBO9t2fxMdiomcKDRhy8WNH40GIaSL3oXA9WH2JuKBe5Kkg9LNX4hwHfZp_5hTOxrpLpewN59YAzW8o8rcpeSHPhRRYI1aLwLNI5zVKg8aZb_2GfV8aXgcix4jSnefh/s1600/emotivit%C3%A0.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL16Ip4vj67qtqKQBO9t2fxMdiomcKDRhy8WNH40GIaSL3oXA9WH2JuKBe5Kkg9LNX4hwHfZp_5hTOxrpLpewN59YAzW8o8rcpeSHPhRRYI1aLwLNI5zVKg8aZb_2GfV8aXgcix4jSnefh/s1600/emotivit%C3%A0.jpg&quot; height=&quot;155&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ora, finalmente, possono fluire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;e qualcosa di strano accade:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;un&#39;onda che travolge, sconvolge,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;arriva e si ritrae... incessantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;e come l&#39;onda spazza via tutto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Si può piangere guardando un film,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;leggendo un libro o ascoltando una canzone!!&lt;br /&gt;Alti e bassi, nero e bianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;un&#39;altalena continua, un immenso divenire!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;E&#39; l&#39;emotività che mi fa crescere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;è l&#39;emotività che mi soffoca e mi fa soffrire!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/2773739823923436272/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/05/emotivita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/2773739823923436272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/2773739823923436272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/05/emotivita.html' title='Emotività'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEhL16Ip4vj67qtqKQBO9t2fxMdiomcKDRhy8WNH40GIaSL3oXA9WH2JuKBe5Kkg9LNX4hwHfZp_5hTOxrpLpewN59YAzW8o8rcpeSHPhRRYI1aLwLNI5zVKg8aZb_2GfV8aXgcix4jSnefh/s72-c/emotivit%C3%A0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8723889 12.48018019999995</georss:point><georss:box>41.494251399999996 11.834733199999949 42.2505264 13.125627199999951</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-8020728484928729481</id><published>2014-04-20T23:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2014-04-20T23:49:54.359+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Amico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amico: compagno discreto di un cammino troppo duro da affrontare da soli.&lt;br /&gt;A lui bisogna donare una parte di noi, quella più bella!&lt;br /&gt;Regalargli sorrisi, perché ha asciugato tutte le nostre lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;La razionalità che ci ha aiutati a riconquistare.&lt;br /&gt;La brillantezza del sole, quando si riflette sulla neve,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;per compensarlo del buio in cui, magari, lo si è relegato a lungo.&lt;br /&gt;Offriamogli il mare, per consentirgli di annegarci tutte le sue preoccupazioni.Cediamogli il nostro sogno più bello,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;perché realizzando il suo farà la nostra gioia!!!&lt;br /&gt;È il nostro faro, lui solo ci hai indicato il camino sicuro verso la meta.&lt;br /&gt;Non esistono parole per spiegare quello che rappresenta.&lt;br /&gt;Non diciamogli grazie, perché un amico non si ringrazia.&lt;br /&gt;Ricordiamogli solo che siamo lì, per lui, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE5A7rtAfuwuajZ3JdBOZcPrGgUFeAT8nh0bMXRvULLpES3fVLKQOAkYmEuQ4Cn3sYVJPw-EkOKkEboq7qmj6tWbSEEauBnL3RL-tYqtiyoHGBMbKLxr60WZ1fxhKyxCsHYqALR2yLxan/s1600/amico.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/AVvXsEgtE5A7rtAfuwuajZ3JdBOZcPrGgUFeAT8nh0bMXRvULLpES3fVLKQOAkYmEuQ4Cn3sYVJPw-EkOKkEboq7qmj6tWbSEEauBnL3RL-tYqtiyoHGBMbKLxr60WZ1fxhKyxCsHYqALR2yLxan/s1600/amico.jpg&quot; height=&quot;211&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Non chiediamo, non c’è bisogno, sa quando deve dare.&lt;br /&gt;Non scusiamoci per gli errori che commettiamo nei suoi confronti, li ha già compresi e perdonati.&lt;br /&gt;Amiamolo dell’amore che ci riserva e custodiamolo come il bene più prezioso.&lt;br /&gt;L&#39;Amico lotta per noi e con noi.&lt;br /&gt;E&#39; vita vissuta, è un raggio di sole, è speranza!&lt;br /&gt;Un Amico ci salva dalla disperazione!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWXadvnuNrbWoBpvb9si6E7ELMSCmaPIk7px2YpfYskQCPRcI6oyb4iGASlLdBsItKjaw9C0OeNx3AxPQl91ePUZLEOmXqm0izkLHb6ATSb2Pd75I6Hev-NHfng2nyMHIRL_i5j-FQuDq/s1600/AMICIZIA.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWXadvnuNrbWoBpvb9si6E7ELMSCmaPIk7px2YpfYskQCPRcI6oyb4iGASlLdBsItKjaw9C0OeNx3AxPQl91ePUZLEOmXqm0izkLHb6ATSb2Pd75I6Hev-NHfng2nyMHIRL_i5j-FQuDq/s1600/AMICIZIA.jpg&quot; height=&quot;276&quot; style=&quot;cursor: move;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Il silenzio che mi avvolge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i ricordi che mi riscaldano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;le cose che contano e che riscopro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ci sono persone che entrano nella tua vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;la rendono preziosa, la arricchiscono;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;bisognerebbe tenersele strette quelle persone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;non lasciarle andar via, a costo di farsi male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Capita con qualcuno di ritrovarsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;e scoprire di non essersi mai persi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Altre rimarranno un dolce ricordo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;compagni di giochi e sogni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Poi ci sono loro, che&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;saranno nel cuore per sempre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/6642747939717209717/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/emozionandomi-tra-i-ricordi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6642747939717209717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6642747939717209717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/emozionandomi-tra-i-ricordi.html' title='Emozionandomi tra i ricordi'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEiGWXadvnuNrbWoBpvb9si6E7ELMSCmaPIk7px2YpfYskQCPRcI6oyb4iGASlLdBsItKjaw9C0OeNx3AxPQl91ePUZLEOmXqm0izkLHb6ATSb2Pd75I6Hev-NHfng2nyMHIRL_i5j-FQuDq/s72-c/AMICIZIA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-5419328821053742600</id><published>2014-04-14T00:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T00:42:33.778+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>Un tuffo nel passato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Il potere di qualche foto, si piomba in un lampo nel passato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYsuuKfWAly_eG8q6NLmHDlup8fDA8gO5rO3CWmL57fb0NqX3mfBR9xQI3VisM4fragRXEq1H5xH9QlybEFDb-E2ne1ZY9O30GtiJO-1m-jEJgPgikGb0xggfHcrwhvVuwzR5-RoV9DdI/s1600/Alessandro+Collage.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYsuuKfWAly_eG8q6NLmHDlup8fDA8gO5rO3CWmL57fb0NqX3mfBR9xQI3VisM4fragRXEq1H5xH9QlybEFDb-E2ne1ZY9O30GtiJO-1m-jEJgPgikGb0xggfHcrwhvVuwzR5-RoV9DdI/s1600/Alessandro+Collage.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mi tornano in mente posti, persone, allegria e spensieratezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ripenso alle gite fuori porta, alla voglia di scoprire e scoprirci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ricordo le discussioni, le paure, la condivisione e la voglia di esserci l&#39;uno per l&#39;altro, sempre, e sempre tutti insieme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;E ricordo te, che tanto vuoto mi hai lasciato dentro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Vorrei poterti incontrare di nuovo, perché so che oggi sarei in grado di rapportarmi a te nel modo giusto; riuscirei a capirti e, soprattutto, a farmi capire; vorrei prendere da te l&#39;ironia a volte spietata, la tua capacità di stupirti con nulla. La tua forza ed il tuo sorriso, che ci ha accompagnati fino all&#39;ultimo giorno!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ne ho incrociate poche di anime pure come la tua nella vita ed è il mio rimpianto più grande!!&lt;br /&gt;Sei stata una stella che ha brillato per un periodo troppo breve, ma da lassù sono certa che lo farai per sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWst-OZKAa5ATbf23wdP-YoIaLyXIct7IAXF1OiqN6BsAESHKCa1QKcIb8cmt3h2Myf0iIQN_pYi7hFFim3GkwKOjcPc9pRGzZSivBk6Auep-nAIzYAxnHG-mb_YbqEAGfYcq8zg2Ol6s/s1600/processo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWst-OZKAa5ATbf23wdP-YoIaLyXIct7IAXF1OiqN6BsAESHKCa1QKcIb8cmt3h2Myf0iIQN_pYi7hFFim3GkwKOjcPc9pRGzZSivBk6Auep-nAIzYAxnHG-mb_YbqEAGfYcq8zg2Ol6s/s1600/processo.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Vostro onore confesso: confesso di aver provato sempre ad essere me stessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di aver cercato di trovare una soluzione che non ferisse nessuno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di aver spesso messo me in fondo alla lista delle cose e delle persone importanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di aver evitato di giudicare, di non aver mai condannato nessuno a priori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di aver provato a capire quello che spingeva le persone a comportarsi in modo per me incomprensibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di aver perso tempo con chi non lo meritava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di non averne concesso a chi ne avrebbe avuto la giusta cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso di non aver mai trovato abbastanza tempo per me stessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Confesso che spesso mi lascio andare alla malinconia, senza provare a reagire in nessun modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Perciò mi dichiaro colpevole e non invoco la clemenza della Corte, merito il massimo della pena.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/2571131474897036895/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/limputato-confessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/2571131474897036895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/2571131474897036895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/limputato-confessa.html' title='L&#39;imputato confessa'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEhDWst-OZKAa5ATbf23wdP-YoIaLyXIct7IAXF1OiqN6BsAESHKCa1QKcIb8cmt3h2Myf0iIQN_pYi7hFFim3GkwKOjcPc9pRGzZSivBk6Auep-nAIzYAxnHG-mb_YbqEAGfYcq8zg2Ol6s/s72-c/processo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-6987999893755861644</id><published>2014-04-06T01:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-04-06T01:35:19.802+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un po&#39; di vita vissuta"/><title type='text'>L&#39;appuntamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDksm1eFbV4TErCmLkOT8p0RLiq9qIysGoJdZFri1__o7zr2ApklQPks6CLxcpWRfdBVVvoQ2dDObOvSuFWa2Y0MPe5KBS7q-y4ymuJs8zxUe4VWmZjNMLVBNL9YR6Gxh5YDJy7vmuiC2h/s1600/l&#39;appuntamento.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDksm1eFbV4TErCmLkOT8p0RLiq9qIysGoJdZFri1__o7zr2ApklQPks6CLxcpWRfdBVVvoQ2dDObOvSuFWa2Y0MPe5KBS7q-y4ymuJs8zxUe4VWmZjNMLVBNL9YR6Gxh5YDJy7vmuiC2h/s1600/l&#39;appuntamento.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sembra che di notte si diano appuntamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;vengono a trovarci ricordi dolci, seppure lontani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sentimenti che pensavamo dimenticati,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;paure che spesso neppure avvertiamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Durante il giorno c&#39;è troppa confusione,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i pensieri si confondono con il mondo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;perdiamo di vista noi stessi: la nostra essenza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aspetto con ansia quel momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;non temo la notte, mi ci pendo volentieri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;lascio che mi avvolga e mi regali emozioni!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/6987999893755861644/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/lappuntamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6987999893755861644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6987999893755861644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/lappuntamento.html' title='L&#39;appuntamento'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEiDksm1eFbV4TErCmLkOT8p0RLiq9qIysGoJdZFri1__o7zr2ApklQPks6CLxcpWRfdBVVvoQ2dDObOvSuFWa2Y0MPe5KBS7q-y4ymuJs8zxUe4VWmZjNMLVBNL9YR6Gxh5YDJy7vmuiC2h/s72-c/l&#39;appuntamento.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-91951942593698966</id><published>2014-04-03T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-04-03T01:33:36.631+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Riflessioni"/><title type='text'>Reazioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UFnLZURWQ_UfM2SH9mK2LQTdZbNxhxSrLuRLM0PYfOD7pxXhwiRAx2Pd5Ivx9nQecxlrIu_hpY8XsnTn6GFx1wGwH_x3qDSHXswlc_KFP19J-7CaSFgA3m6Cntm6NzaN-VhfUsr-55La/s1600/un-sasso-nello-stagno-L-e_d_D4.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UFnLZURWQ_UfM2SH9mK2LQTdZbNxhxSrLuRLM0PYfOD7pxXhwiRAx2Pd5Ivx9nQecxlrIu_hpY8XsnTn6GFx1wGwH_x3qDSHXswlc_KFP19J-7CaSFgA3m6Cntm6NzaN-VhfUsr-55La/s1600/un-sasso-nello-stagno-L-e_d_D4.jpeg&quot; height=&quot;197&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Un sasso lanciato nello stagno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;crea un insieme di cerchi concentrici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;che costantemente si allontanano dall&#39;origine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Un gesto negato o una parola taciuta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;genera un vortice di sensazioni contrastanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;che inevitabilmente allontana le persone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Azioni e reazioni che alterano lo stato delle cose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;modificano comportamenti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;alterano i sentimenti, anche quelli più veri!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/91951942593698966/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/reazioni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/91951942593698966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/91951942593698966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/reazioni.html' title='Reazioni'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEj7UFnLZURWQ_UfM2SH9mK2LQTdZbNxhxSrLuRLM0PYfOD7pxXhwiRAx2Pd5Ivx9nQecxlrIu_hpY8XsnTn6GFx1wGwH_x3qDSHXswlc_KFP19J-7CaSFgA3m6Cntm6NzaN-VhfUsr-55La/s72-c/un-sasso-nello-stagno-L-e_d_D4.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-5033316018004522437</id><published>2014-04-01T00:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-04-01T00:52:17.253+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Riflessioni"/><title type='text'>Unicità</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Parole che si inseguono,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;che rimbalzano,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvvErBvXDNzV1qbIGI1Qs5-QjzRr4CRPJNlSAIwxScoJb5sY6f2pkTXugVgMnFwFZESeo3E_sGDulKhtDCIOnnGQShwTSF7gfKQSsuidQWW4BuWUurj-s6OId4Wzvnshd2ba3x-V1JLAS/s1600/unicit%C3%A0.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvvErBvXDNzV1qbIGI1Qs5-QjzRr4CRPJNlSAIwxScoJb5sY6f2pkTXugVgMnFwFZESeo3E_sGDulKhtDCIOnnGQShwTSF7gfKQSsuidQWW4BuWUurj-s6OId4Wzvnshd2ba3x-V1JLAS/s1600/unicit%C3%A0.jpg&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;che confondono!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Frasi non dette,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;concetti mai esplicitati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;confusione e rabbia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Io penso che tu dovresti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;... sbagli se fai così... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;spiega, chiarisci, &amp;nbsp;urla magari...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Liberiamoci dall&#39;identificazione,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;l&#39;altro è altro... non un clone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i suoi pensieri non sono i nostri!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Io ed il resto del mondo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;può esserci complicità,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ma mantenendo la propria unicità!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/5033316018004522437/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/unicita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/5033316018004522437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/5033316018004522437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/04/unicita.html' title='Unicità'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEjuvvErBvXDNzV1qbIGI1Qs5-QjzRr4CRPJNlSAIwxScoJb5sY6f2pkTXugVgMnFwFZESeo3E_sGDulKhtDCIOnnGQShwTSF7gfKQSsuidQWW4BuWUurj-s6OId4Wzvnshd2ba3x-V1JLAS/s72-c/unicit%C3%A0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-2905785289242443949</id><published>2014-03-19T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-03-19T23:19:19.319+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Riflessioni"/><title type='text'>I ricordi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 6px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqecrZ3jbcBY-k5KKv3Ie8s_fscSGmfWKwQo33r2N-e6iie61Wk8dtOucjnVzpiv8nkK3-mUadWb5YzrGk_sf1trtvlPZBrk-NqFyNHTBiNNQ5-llLtId23_gN0zPKj6d3bQQfSseW44v/s1600/I+RICORDI.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqecrZ3jbcBY-k5KKv3Ie8s_fscSGmfWKwQo33r2N-e6iie61Wk8dtOucjnVzpiv8nkK3-mUadWb5YzrGk_sf1trtvlPZBrk-NqFyNHTBiNNQ5-llLtId23_gN0zPKj6d3bQQfSseW44v/s1600/I+RICORDI.jpg&quot; height=&quot;318&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I ricordi che ti sfiorano e ti regalano un sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;una carezza al cuore, un soffio di allegria...&lt;br /&gt;I ricordi che ti sollevano e ti portano con loro,&lt;br /&gt;in un mondo parallelo fatto di dolcezza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ricordi che ti pungono e riaprono ferite,&lt;br /&gt;che ti tolgono il respiro e ti fanno male....&lt;br /&gt;I ricordi che ti spezzano in due, inesorabilmente,&lt;br /&gt;quando ti accorgi che esistono solo nel tuo cuore...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/2905785289242443949/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/03/i-ricordi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/2905785289242443949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/2905785289242443949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/03/i-ricordi.html' title='I ricordi'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEiPqecrZ3jbcBY-k5KKv3Ie8s_fscSGmfWKwQo33r2N-e6iie61Wk8dtOucjnVzpiv8nkK3-mUadWb5YzrGk_sf1trtvlPZBrk-NqFyNHTBiNNQ5-llLtId23_gN0zPKj6d3bQQfSseW44v/s72-c/I+RICORDI.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-9164714357996249326</id><published>2014-03-14T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2014-03-14T00:07:54.025+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sentimenti.... emozioni...."/><title type='text'>Silenzio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBCNh5icMLP5s7BL5QKGLfJzDu6MI4ozo1cjdIX-ceDzKD_GHUEcOvHZ5I73z9ItNAE7GaRImzUbgTZDMjrQLpu5exqJ51UO6fKzv3AWZ3yWmnHYYn2jk5zkthK6_nrngNzQ7ziKPDbcl/s1600/SILENZIO.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBCNh5icMLP5s7BL5QKGLfJzDu6MI4ozo1cjdIX-ceDzKD_GHUEcOvHZ5I73z9ItNAE7GaRImzUbgTZDMjrQLpu5exqJ51UO6fKzv3AWZ3yWmnHYYn2jk5zkthK6_nrngNzQ7ziKPDbcl/s1600/SILENZIO.jpg&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Ascolta il silenzio,&lt;/div&gt;
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ti parla di ciò che sei&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;e tiene lontana l&#39;apparenza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;il giudizio e l&#39;indifferenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Non puoi nasconderti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;viene fuori la tua parte più vera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;quella che forse ti spaventa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ma che sicuramente ti rappresenta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/9164714357996249326/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/03/silenzio.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/9164714357996249326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/9164714357996249326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/03/silenzio.html' title='Silenzio'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEjnBCNh5icMLP5s7BL5QKGLfJzDu6MI4ozo1cjdIX-ceDzKD_GHUEcOvHZ5I73z9ItNAE7GaRImzUbgTZDMjrQLpu5exqJ51UO6fKzv3AWZ3yWmnHYYn2jk5zkthK6_nrngNzQ7ziKPDbcl/s72-c/SILENZIO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-6203511344289026191</id><published>2014-03-13T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-03-13T00:52:27.320+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sogni e magia"/><title type='text'>Chiudi gli occhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SDMuvjogO7uLyDgt1wG2YhviwcY081fzwWIKQTbIFKfdcfrdk1xK-F0FUrKdhyphenhyphendVfn-7e4A8Lm7KbHjdcFs8TPBtJ6C7nWt-GZlLx7LY77hgDiBMQt0rxQDMMTW6_J_Ny07MqiLy1kWa/s1600/occhi+chiusi.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SDMuvjogO7uLyDgt1wG2YhviwcY081fzwWIKQTbIFKfdcfrdk1xK-F0FUrKdhyphenhyphendVfn-7e4A8Lm7KbHjdcFs8TPBtJ6C7nWt-GZlLx7LY77hgDiBMQt0rxQDMMTW6_J_Ny07MqiLy1kWa/s1600/occhi+chiusi.jpg&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Chiudi gli occhi ed apri il cuore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;lasciati sommergere dalle emozioni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;consenti ai colori di riempirti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;assapora la libertà del pensiero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Il vento tra i capelli, il rumore del mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;il profumo dei fiori, il calore del sole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;la dolcezza di una carezza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;magari solo immaginata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sensazioni uniche ed irripetibili,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;frutto della fantasia, dell&#39;immaginazione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ma riesci a gustarle solo se lasci aperto il cuore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/feeds/6203511344289026191/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/03/chiudi-gli-occhi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6203511344289026191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188441664613104714/posts/default/6203511344289026191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camomilla63.blogspot.com/2014/03/chiudi-gli-occhi.html' title='Chiudi gli occhi'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444319299588301891</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/AVvXsEj0SDMuvjogO7uLyDgt1wG2YhviwcY081fzwWIKQTbIFKfdcfrdk1xK-F0FUrKdhyphenhyphendVfn-7e4A8Lm7KbHjdcFs8TPBtJ6C7nWt-GZlLx7LY77hgDiBMQt0rxQDMMTW6_J_Ny07MqiLy1kWa/s72-c/occhi+chiusi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Roma, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8929163 12.482519899999943</georss:point><georss:box>41.5147788 11.837072899999942 42.271053800000004 13.127966899999944</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188441664613104714.post-6985354813106565181</id><published>2014-03-12T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T14:47:04.857+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In rima"/><title type='text'>La pioggia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvx0ZZEGaK90AUuthrnGvsb1Uly_ZHVyEGPUC57Ll3mVEY563vcaEjwAxFpPuTfbp4xVsStPOuo2t-zFVwMsFWhYOYOGsAHbSXBEMtPcs0cAIDGN1322FwFU5q3c17FEj7cjyvYhz5MKp/s1600/pioggia.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvx0ZZEGaK90AUuthrnGvsb1Uly_ZHVyEGPUC57Ll3mVEY563vcaEjwAxFpPuTfbp4xVsStPOuo2t-zFVwMsFWhYOYOGsAHbSXBEMtPcs0cAIDGN1322FwFU5q3c17FEj7cjyvYhz5MKp/s1600/pioggia.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;La pioggia lava le strade&lt;br /&gt; porta via con sé la polvere;&lt;br /&gt; proprio come le lacrime:&lt;br /&gt; puliscono gli occhi, ma soprattutto&lt;br /&gt; restituiscono un po&#39; di sereno al cuore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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