<?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-2096853741234099107</id><updated>2024-09-13T05:55:14.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prologo sulla vita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antoniosonnessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096853741234099107/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antoniosonnessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213205271814871229</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096853741234099107.post-858294699460544293</id><published>2014-04-11T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-11T16:05:00.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Si nasce e non ci si &amp;nbsp;accorge di cosa di meraviglioso, stia accadendo .&lt;br /&gt;
Si &amp;nbsp;vive &amp;nbsp;e scorrono i giorni rovinando o gustando qualcosa&lt;br /&gt;
di bello e irrepetibile.&lt;br /&gt;
Si invecchia ricordando &amp;nbsp;le belli frasi, i bei momenti di unn tempo che &amp;nbsp;non sara&#39; piu&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
Si invecchia &amp;nbsp;ricordando gli&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto:mariasebastiana@hotmail.it&quot;&gt;attimi di vita&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;frasi &amp;nbsp;i &amp;nbsp;momenti belli,di un&lt;br /&gt;
tempo che non sara&#39; piu&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Si ride &amp;nbsp; da vecchi di uello che si e&#39; fatto di sano &amp;nbsp;e gradevole da giovani: spensieratezza,ilarita&#39; &amp;nbsp;incoscienza sembrano sentimenti quasi da criticare.&lt;br /&gt;
Ma qual&#39;e&#39; il &amp;nbsp;vero momento visuto bene.&lt;br /&gt;
Apri gli occhi, &amp;nbsp;vedrai e ti accorgerai che solo vivendo la vita&lt;br /&gt;
in quel momento e in attesa &amp;nbsp;di qualcosa di sopranaturale, al&lt;br /&gt;
di sopra &amp;nbsp;dei nostri momenti ricordati, capirai che quella e&#39; forse la vita da vivere e non avrai piu&#39; guerdi all&#39;indietro.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antoniosonnessa.blogspot.com/feeds/858294699460544293/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antoniosonnessa.blogspot.com/2014/04/si-nasce-e-non-ci-si-di-cosa-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096853741234099107/posts/default/858294699460544293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096853741234099107/posts/default/858294699460544293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antoniosonnessa.blogspot.com/2014/04/si-nasce-e-non-ci-si-di-cosa-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213205271814871229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>