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Una cena sul terrazzo dei tuoi con il venticello di settembre che ci solletica il naso e mi sposta i capelli. Mi dici apriamo il Barolo, ti rispondo che il Barolo attendeva nella botte un'occasione, mi dici freghiamocene, altrimenti non lo apriremo mai. Sogghigno per la tua fiducia nel futuro.

I tuoi occhi di fronte, discorsi che non ho capito dove vanno</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/wqahxXM_cAU/la-felicita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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E allora penso che devo assolutamente aggiornare, poi però magari c'ho in mano l'Ipad e scrivere un post mi sembra </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/pFR3eEiSDsk/times-are-changing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Questo agosto è</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/x8PK73UIphg/agosto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Quest'anno le mura intorno a me sono tornate su, il mondo si è ricostruito e ho la sensazione di </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/jT_M2obaBvY/forse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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No vabbè, ma possiamo fare anche una colletta e regalargli un biglietto in business class.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/F_XAys8wWmE/lhome-page-di-ryanair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlnVa9qe9Uk/TilsK1qI56I/AAAAAAAAA3A/rRD2d0jewGY/s72-c/Immagine+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/07/lhome-page-di-ryanair.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-6730665322379005385</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T18:31:07.582+01:00</atom:updated><title>Piccole cose che fanno sorridere</title><atom:summary>Erano anni che cercavo di ricordare il titolo di questa canzone, ascoltata miliardi di volte nel mio primo inverno romano, nella amata casa labirintica, con il cancelletto e il capitello in sala, il pianoforte all'ingresso e i divani da signore da tè dell'ottocento. Lei, questa canzone c'era sempre, eredità del pianista che aveva appena lasciato la casa, ma che ogni tanto tornava a fare visita </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/wlfxJ8Kxx6c/piccole-cose-che-fanno-sorridere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/07/piccole-cose-che-fanno-sorridere.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-8684447074333637404</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-08T17:07:16.707+01:00</atom:updated><title>Se ci penso</title><atom:summary>Se ci penso, quello che a me fa più paura della fine della vita non è la morte.  Piuttosto, la malattia, la sofferenza, la vecchiaia, la solitudine, mi terrorizzano. L'agonia, il dolore, la sensazione di essere in una terra di mezzo. Se ci penso, soffro per chiunque si trovi in questa condizione.  Anche solo a sentirne parlare, mi viene da piangere.

L'altro giorno, tornando a casa, sul mio </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/QKDZhNLEgf0/se-ci-penso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-ci-penso.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-6864392325575375552</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-29T15:10:02.975+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacanze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faccialibro</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lavoro</category><title>Feisbuc</title><atom:summary>Feisbuc è quello strumento di tortura che ti mostra foto dei tuoi "amici" in vacanza, a friggere in spiaggia sorseggiando una birra ghiacciata, mentre tu sei a casa a lavorare con 540 gradi fuori, le tapparelle abbassate, il telefono che squilla con un accento milanese esagerato e la vaga e fastidiosa sensazione addosso che le ferie di agosto non arriveranno mai.
E se arriveranno, non saprai </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/YjKyvIdOtmY/feisbuc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/06/feisbuc.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-7192010714285486470</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-27T10:49:41.487+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spesa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chiavi di casa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita quotidiana</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">siamo fatti così</category><title>Il sale</title><atom:summary>Dopo quattro ere geologiche al supermercato, una fauna da centro commerciale che fa orrore, uno scontrino lungo 3 metri, tanti punti fedeltà sulla tua carta del cuore, una macchina carica come se non ci fosse un domani, un pin e 260 euro di spesa dopo, torno a casa e mi accorgo che ho dimenticato il sale. Il sale, dico, non la salsina piccante, non il kit per fare le fajitas, non il succo di </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/k_Uumf9-5CQ/il-sale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/06/il-sale.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-1573184456240216458</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-19T11:36:39.979+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eva mon amour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">live</category><title>Prometto</title><atom:summary>Per la serie, canzoni che scopri casualmente ad un concerto in cui ti trovi senza saperlo, con un bicchiere di vino bianco in mano.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/vuHPFaQxUXo/prometto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Macino un sacco di km ultimamente </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/A5KdC3f2Duk/maremma-maiala.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/05/maremma-maiala.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-7099880288928656203</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-21T14:34:50.457+01:00</atom:updated><title>Summer is coming</title><atom:summary>La primavera è arrivata che io non me ne sono accorta, ho ancora il  cambio dei panni da fare e intanto vado in giro con gli stivali che non  ho tempo e voglia di comprare scarpe nuove finchè non mi ricordo quali  sono le mie scarpe vecchie. Sto con un uomo che ogni volta che  punto un paio di scarpe, mi dice "ma ce le hai già uguali!" e allora  cerco di ricordarmi quali sono le presunte scarpe </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/8OuNL6oMys0/summer-is-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-is-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-5369759000881916817</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T15:24:52.414Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">futuro</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">famiglia</category><title>Delle paure improvvise</title><atom:summary>Non è la prima volta che mi capita. Scendo giù a casa e non riesco più ad essere felice come dovrei, come vorrei. Guardo le rughe di mia madre, la cardioaspirina di mio padre, fisso le nostre foto di 10 anni fa e mi manca il respiro. Mi terrorizza lo scorrere crudele del tempo e mi rendo conto che, per quanto mi riguarda,  le persone che amo sono sempre state immortali. Non riesco neanche </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/j3cnUCDuivI/delle-paure-improvvise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/03/delle-paure-improvvise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-7653401698947848720</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 10:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-11T10:46:29.228Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spm</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">irritabilità</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donne</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ciclo</category><title>If lacrimoni, then ciclo</title><atom:summary>Anni di ricerche, analisi, pipponi sulla temperatura, i cicli della luna e di tutti i pianeti, per poi scoprire che l'unica prova empirica ce l'hai sempre avuta sotto gli occhi: quando la sera ti metti a letto e ti scendono i lacrimoni senza motivo, a giorni ti verrà il ciclo. Quando la sera ti metti a letto e inizi a immaginare una serie di tragedie greche che potrebbero colpire la tua vita da </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/ls3p6ul4txs/if-lacrimoni-then-ciclo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Stare tutto il giorno fuori per lavoro e non fare in tempo a tornare a casa che tocca riempire scatole o trasportare scatole o svuotare scatole o reperire beni di prima necessità o pulire casa vecchia o pulire casa nuova o osare un'improvvisata a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/74vF_g3VX8c/solo-per-wannabe-esauriti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sciroccata.blogspot.com/2011/02/solo-per-wannabe-esauriti.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760268635848473934.post-8420548795340276884</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-22T13:09:26.155Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">uscite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ceretta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">influenza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">antibiotici</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">massaggio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fangoterapia</category><title>Do i numeri</title><atom:summary>Una settimana, 3 tachipirine al giorno, 39 sul termometro, 1 aereosol mattina e sera, e poi 1 antibiotico x 5 giorni, 3 spruzzate di acqua termale di salcazzomaggiore per 3 volte al giorno, 2 calamenti di gocce nel naso per narice per 2 volte al giorno, 1 bustina di fermenti lattici per bambini al giorno.

Una mensilità di caparra da dare all'agenzia, la commissione dell'agenzia, il mese di </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/yg78GGZ8YIM/do-i-numeri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Febbraio e Marzo: non c'ero, e se c'ero, dormivo.
Aprile: mentre un contratto mi scade,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/sU81VZJU8m4/2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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A volte lo scopo è rompere i coglioni.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/dFrG1G1xOY4/porci-alle-perle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Chiamo il medico iper specialista al telefono e esordisco con Salve, cognome. E lui, evidentemente risentito, mi scusi, lei chi è? Io sono il dottor cognome.

Dottor cognome, ma vaffanculo, và! Levi il titolo ai dottori e agli ingegneri e sembra che li privi della loro stessa ragione di vita.

La mia </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/IP52UWzsaZw/battaglia-navale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Un mese fa doctor di base mi fa visitar da doctor specialista, che mi prescrive risonanza. Inizio a balbettare e dire ma dove, nel tunnel, chiusa, come, quando, quanto dura? Doctor specialista mi risponde lapidario: "prendi 20 gocce di lexotan prima di andare e non se ne parli piu". Io riattacco con il pippone no, perchè devo prendere un ansiolitico, non ho mai preso un ansiolitico, è </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/qh_ph27foIQ/la-risonanza-magnetica-unz-unz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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La seconda che hai detto.

(delle affinità elettive e del perchè uno non potrebbe mai accoppiarsi con qualcuno che non, ecco).</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/Xw4kRMUqrdM/vieni-via-co-mme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Tra due settimane plausibilmente riemergerò lavorativamente e potrò tediarvi con tante pippe mentali. Per ora, vi basti sapere che ho definitivamente capito che tutto quello che pensavo di aver capito di me non era vero. O meglio, non lo è piu.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sciroccata/~3/xYQ7wT0RIy4/en-passant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sciroccata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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