<?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-1709046443524683887</id><updated>2024-11-01T11:55:49.080+01:00</updated><category term="blog"/><category term="Subconscio"/><category term="Pensieri Personali"/><category term="Musica"/><category term="appunti di vita"/><category term="citazioni"/><category term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><category term="youtube"/><category term="lezioni di vita"/><category term="video"/><category term="foto"/><category term="alcool"/><category term="amicizia"/><category term="pensieri del mese"/><category term="antimafia"/><category term="di un certo livello"/><category term="film"/><category term="voglia di vivere"/><title type='text'>«Il Nostro SudConscio»</title><subtitle type='html'>«appunti della vita»</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>- Lυcα ●●●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637672675583005332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAGx_P5Q0WSoy3wX5GxnCXrwThDRWlgj0WFJL-aAuPzhLrgZRTyAu77-cSsi9lbz9sDT9NaB_fMeIctvc-j4YM9PcqG0qPVxw--DP3YfUdpkXVbfsYinhGY44gOw_7Q/s220/Music_by_LittleGirl88.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-3967535249850063157</id><published>2009-03-15T21:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:44:36.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When you feel music in your veins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; padding: 3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlottacoppo/2384945784/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2384945784_76ba9ed82e.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlottacoppo/2384945784/&quot;&gt;When you feel music in your veins&lt;/a&gt;, inserito originariamente da &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/carlottacoppo/&quot;&gt;[Charlotte]ThePhilosopher Empanader&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/3967535249850063157/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/3967535249850063157' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3967535249850063157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3967535249850063157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-feel-music-in-your-veins.html' title='When you feel music in your veins'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2384945784_76ba9ed82e_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-8559220935840215086</id><published>2008-12-24T17:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:11:09.386+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><title type='text'>Buon Natale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Con qualche oretta di anticipo, scrivo questo post per fare gli auguri a tutti quelli che leggono e visitano il nostro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Buon Natale da parte del vostro sudconscio preferito&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SVJ7C2BZG1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/THLHdFS9Lns/s1600-h/buon-natale-dal-sudconscio.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 164px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SVJ7C2BZG1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/THLHdFS9Lns/s400/buon-natale-dal-sudconscio.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283420601650322258&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/8559220935840215086/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/8559220935840215086' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/8559220935840215086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/8559220935840215086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/12/buon-natale.html' title='Buon Natale...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SVJ7C2BZG1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/THLHdFS9Lns/s72-c/buon-natale-dal-sudconscio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-1350728702109120441</id><published>2008-12-15T23:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:55:24.242+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto"/><title type='text'>ma che ca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;ma che ca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbd5XqfAfI/AAAAAAAAALA/Hw1zlKFkJFA/s1600-h/december_08_17%5B1%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbd5XqfAfI/AAAAAAAAALA/Hw1zlKFkJFA/s400/december_08_17%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280151590812975602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbeL24xhQI/AAAAAAAAALI/vunX0r1rsL0/s1600-h/december_08_37.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbeL24xhQI/AAAAAAAAALI/vunX0r1rsL0/s400/december_08_37.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280151908432053506&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbfAa_ZPxI/AAAAAAAAALY/v9jVnsfJYAE/s1600-h/december_08_40.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbfAa_ZPxI/AAAAAAAAALY/v9jVnsfJYAE/s400/december_08_40.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152811476696850&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/1350728702109120441/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/1350728702109120441' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1350728702109120441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1350728702109120441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/12/ma-che-ca.html' title='ma che ca...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SUbd5XqfAfI/AAAAAAAAALA/Hw1zlKFkJFA/s72-c/december_08_17%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-3346049558023663335</id><published>2008-12-04T22:56:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:16:19.505+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="di un certo livello"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><title type='text'>Emozioni colorate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Come vi comportereste se un giorno vi applicassero al petto un dispositivo che permettà di trasformare le vostre emozioni in colori??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Certo sarebbe simpatico ma sareste contenti di condividere l&#39;emozioni con tutti quanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Questo video (molto emozionante) ci racconta la storia di un ragazzo a cui viene applicato questo dispositivo colorato, ma quando il protagonista racconta una storia d&#39;amore andata a male, non sarà più contento di avere questo &quot;coso&quot; attaccato addosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Buona visione....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;310&quot; width=&quot;552&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2196013&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2196013&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; height=&quot;310&quot; width=&quot;552&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;La canzone è &quot;Gong&quot; dei Sigur Ròs, mentre il video è diretto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.ericlerner.com/&quot;&gt;Eric Lerner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Il post originale è su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.bluevolvox.net/arte/emozioni-rappresentate-dai-colori-musica-dei-sigur-ros&quot;&gt;bluevolvox.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/3346049558023663335/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/3346049558023663335' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3346049558023663335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3346049558023663335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/12/emozioni-colorate.html' title='Emozioni colorate...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-141729057591729894</id><published>2008-11-30T21:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:19:32.029+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><title type='text'>da tanto tempo...</title><content type='html'>e già... è da un po&#39; di tempo che non scrivo nel blog, a dire la verità l&#39;avevamo lasciato in stato di avanzata decomposizione.&lt;br /&gt;dopo la cattiva esperienza della versione 3 del layout abbiamo optato per questo tema visivo.&lt;br /&gt;è ancora da modificare, ma piano piano, appena abbiamo due minuti liberi di tempo dovremmo modificare qualcosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a breve posteremo altri nuovi contenuti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;-*nanni*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/141729057591729894/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/141729057591729894' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/141729057591729894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/141729057591729894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-tanto-tempo.html' title='da tanto tempo...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-188106336123261501</id><published>2008-11-20T23:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:11:18.896+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><title type='text'>di nuovo lavori in corso...</title><content type='html'>dopo esserci presi una lunga(issima) pausa artistica dovremmo ripartire con un sudconscio rinnovato con una nuova grafica (problemi con la versione 3 purtroppo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;-*nanni*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/188106336123261501/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/188106336123261501' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/188106336123261501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/188106336123261501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/11/di-nuovo-lavori-in-corso.html' title='di nuovo lavori in corso...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-5822611711411821550</id><published>2008-10-14T01:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:38.777+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><title type='text'>Sudconscio 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;finalmente dopo qualche giorno di lavoro siamo lieti di presentarvi la nuova grafica del blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;molto rimodernata con un modello a tre colonne (più specificatamente è un template(tema) di wordpress convertito per blogger, non da me certo, ma da qualche altro cervellone)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;le immagini, ricordo, sono ad opera del mio socio in affari Luca (anche dei precedenti layout) mentre io, come al solito, ho modificato un po&#39; il codice per renderlo più sudconscio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ancora c&#39;è qualche problema di codice, infatti dopo l&#39;immagine dovrebbe comparire il nero regnante di questo blog, invece appare un orribile bianco non affine con le tematiche oscure del blog... sperò di risolverlo presto, perchè ora non è il caso che sono l&#39;una e venti di notte e domani mi aspetta una &quot;dura&quot; giornata di studio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;vi do la buona notte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;baci.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;nanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/5822611711411821550/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/5822611711411821550' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/5822611711411821550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/5822611711411821550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/10/sudconscio-30.html' title='Sudconscio 3.0'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-1964437064368468248</id><published>2008-10-10T21:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:51:22.521+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citazioni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musica"/><title type='text'>Free All.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;Da ciò che uccide te e tutto ciò che ho intorno&lt;br /&gt;dall&#39;uomo che non è padrone del suo giorno&lt;br /&gt;da tutti quelli che inquinano il mio campo&lt;br /&gt;io mi libererò perché ora sono stanco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;(&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Liberi Tutti - Subsonica&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/177126384_4cb8f20c49.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/177126384_4cb8f20c49.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/1964437064368468248/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/1964437064368468248' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1964437064368468248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1964437064368468248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-all.html' title='Free All.......................'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/177126384_4cb8f20c49_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-3500539753040929123</id><published>2008-10-06T22:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:31:33.656+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensieri del mese"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensieri Personali"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voglia di vivere"/><title type='text'>embè???</title><content type='html'>cari ragazzuoli usurpatori del nostro sudconscio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bhè potrebbe essere una bella lettera da indirizzare a tutti i nostri lettori però in questo preciso momento non viene in mente niente da scrivere, se non queste quattro cazzate buttate così al vento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... i giorni passano ma l&#39;odore d&#39;estate è già lontana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troppo lontana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA RIVOGLIO INDIETROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Rapporto mensile: &quot;nanni e la voglia di vivere&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marsala = due palle di città&lt;br /&gt;scuola = meglio non esisterebbe (o almeno meno noiosa e meno appallante)&lt;br /&gt;amici = ok....&lt;br /&gt;panza post estate = c&#39;è... (ma anche no.....)&lt;br /&gt;voglia di studiare = zero super tagliato&lt;br /&gt;voglia di vivere = porto con me una lametta, non si sa mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;frasi senza senso by nanni&lt;br /&gt;tutti i diritti sono riservati&lt;br /&gt;(ora scherzo però)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/3500539753040929123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/3500539753040929123' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3500539753040929123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3500539753040929123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/10/emb.html' title='embè???'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-6013687385144483045</id><published>2008-09-29T19:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:21:50.340+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amicizia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto"/><title type='text'>Un sabato TIPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://imageshack.us&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/7262/nuovacartella2135yb4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image Hosted by ImageShack.us&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulla sinistra troviamo Alessio, al centro Luca ( io xD) e sulla destra Giovanni ( Nanni )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/6013687385144483045/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/6013687385144483045' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/6013687385144483045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/6013687385144483045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-sabato-tipo.html' title='Un sabato TIPO'/><author><name>- Lυcα ●●●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637672675583005332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAGx_P5Q0WSoy3wX5GxnCXrwThDRWlgj0WFJL-aAuPzhLrgZRTyAu77-cSsi9lbz9sDT9NaB_fMeIctvc-j4YM9PcqG0qPVxw--DP3YfUdpkXVbfsYinhGY44gOw_7Q/s220/Music_by_LittleGirl88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-5788803842076221318</id><published>2008-09-23T22:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:10:10.397+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lezioni di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Come piegare le magliette in poche mosse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;cari amichetti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;l&#39;estate è finita ed è tempo di piegare le nostre bellissime t-shirt colorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ma non vogliamo perdere tempo con il solito metodo convenzionale???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Allora utilizzate il metodo sudconscio (con un pizzico di cinese) per piegare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;le magliette in poche mosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;339&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://dailymotion.alice.it/swf/k4XBGZIvh4YAPL67K9&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowScriptAccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://dailymotion.alice.it/swf/k4XBGZIvh4YAPL67K9&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;339&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/5788803842076221318/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/5788803842076221318' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/5788803842076221318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/5788803842076221318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-piegare-le-magliette-in-pochi.html' title='Come piegare le magliette in poche mosse...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-487742811566851623</id><published>2008-09-15T17:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:37:51.229+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><title type='text'>Ben ritrovati....</title><content type='html'>ciao ragazzi....&lt;br /&gt;dopo la pausa estiva, noi del sudconscio, siamo ritornati più belli e abbronzati che mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi è dispiaciuto lasciare il blog alla deriva per tutto questo tempo, ma come già accennato non disponevo di una connessione internet durante l&#39;estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora speriamo di riprendere presto a pubblicare bei post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è intanto ne approfitto per augurarvi a tutti buona fortuna con la scuola (ahimè ci cummattemo ancora)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che il sudconscio sia con voi.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;nanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/487742811566851623/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/487742811566851623' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/487742811566851623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/487742811566851623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/09/ben-ritrovati.html' title='Ben ritrovati....'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-4548647702360160622</id><published>2008-09-14T14:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:12:19.246+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensieri Personali"/><title type='text'>Marta sui Tubi - Vecchi Difetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tutto ciò da cui stavi fuggendo&lt;br /&gt;
Torna come valanga più grande che&lt;br /&gt;
Ti trascina al punto di partenza se vestirai&lt;br /&gt;
Vecchi difetti&lt;br /&gt;
Volami accanto e solca il tempo&lt;br /&gt;
E bevi l’immenso soffio eterno&lt;br /&gt;
Guardami cambiare forma dopo forma e ancora&lt;br /&gt;
Respirare i tuoi capelli dentro a un giorno nuovo&lt;br /&gt;
Nello spazio che adesso riempi c’è&lt;br /&gt;
Succo acerbo di densi silenzi che&lt;br /&gt;
Colleziono da tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Come schegge d’inferno&lt;br /&gt;
Why? why? … vecchi difetti&lt;br /&gt;
Volami accanto e solca il tempo&lt;br /&gt;
E bevi l’immenso soffio eterno&lt;br /&gt;
Guardami cambiare forma dopo forma e ancora&lt;br /&gt;
Respirare i tuoi silenzi dentro un giorno nuovo&lt;br /&gt;
Non vedi che è facile&lt;br /&gt;
Non vedi che è inutile&lt;br /&gt;
Scordarsi di credere ai vecchi difetti&lt;br /&gt;
Volami accanto e solca il tempo&lt;br /&gt;
E bevi l’immenso soffio eterno&lt;br /&gt;
Guardami cambiare forma dopo forma e ancora&lt;br /&gt;
Respirare i tuoi capelli dentro un giorno nuovo&lt;br /&gt;
Non vedi com’è facile&lt;br /&gt;
Non vedi che è inutile&lt;br /&gt;
Scordarsi di credere ai vecchi difetti&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rM3M7DUWvPo&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rM3M7DUWvPo&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/4548647702360160622/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/4548647702360160622' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/4548647702360160622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/4548647702360160622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/09/marta-sui-tubi-vecchi-difetti.html' title='Marta sui Tubi - Vecchi Difetti'/><author><name>- Lυcα ●●●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637672675583005332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAGx_P5Q0WSoy3wX5GxnCXrwThDRWlgj0WFJL-aAuPzhLrgZRTyAu77-cSsi9lbz9sDT9NaB_fMeIctvc-j4YM9PcqG0qPVxw--DP3YfUdpkXVbfsYinhGY44gOw_7Q/s220/Music_by_LittleGirl88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-7305214563240469522</id><published>2008-07-12T12:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:38.778+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><title type='text'>SUDCONSCIO in vacanza</title><content type='html'>Cari amichetti sudconsci,&lt;br /&gt;siamo in piena estate e noi del sudconscio team ci siamo concessi una vacanza staccando tutto ciò che è elettronico (per esempio è più di due mesi che non tocco computer), vivo a pane e ipod....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi se il mio amichetto sonico non posta niente ci rivediamo a settembre o almeno almeno potrò accedere a internet con più frequenza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUONA ESTATE....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/7305214563240469522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/7305214563240469522' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/7305214563240469522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/7305214563240469522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/07/sudconscio-in-vacanza.html' title='SUDCONSCIO in vacanza'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-4434009429717913260</id><published>2008-06-08T05:01:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:06:39.631+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><title type='text'>ultimo rapporto alla base operativa prima di andare a letto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;beh più o meno sono le cinque di mattina di un sabato (anzi più precisamente per adesso è domenica) &quot;all&#39;avventura&quot;, come lo chiamo io.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;organizzazione zero e divertimento al massimo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;beh soltanto il massimo che può offrirci la nostra allegra cittadina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;non sto qui a dileguarmi sulla serata passata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; e nemmeno cosa abbiamo fatto, e cosa il nostro shaka si è scolato (eviterò di mettere un suo video ubriaco ma la tentazione è forte)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;comunque prima di andare a letto volevo condividere uno scenario che era da un po&#39; di tempo che non assaporavo e cioè l&#39;alba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;mi è sempre piaciuta l&#39;alba, una volta uno squilibrato (cioè uno perso mentalmente forse colpa di troppi spinelli) mi ha spiegato il senso (il suo senso per la precisione) dell&#39;alba: per farla breve l&#39;alba simboleggia il bene che sconfigge il male, la notte che fa spazio alla luce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;so che a noi del sudconscio ci piacciono le cose un po&#39; oscure, nere, dal tocco dark, però per me l&#39;alba rimane e rimarrà il più bel momento della giornata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;non so se avete mai sentito &quot;gente della notte&quot; di jovanotti (è un po&#39; vecchiotta ma sempre bella), sempre per farla breve in qualche parte di canzone dice che la gente della notte fa spazio alla gente che si dovrà svegliare per andare a lavorare... (sempre li siamo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;il bello della tecnologia moderna (e anche dei cellulari moderni) è quello di poter condividere ogni momento della vita con tutto il mondo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;a voi gente subconscia (e anche gente dell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;a notte) vi ciappo qui una bella foto (anzi tre) fatta with my cell (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;come dicono ad oxford)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtOINO_ykI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NrN41xfTC-Y/s1600-h/08062008%28002%29.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 444px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtOINO_ykI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NrN41xfTC-Y/s400/08062008%28002%29.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343296882592322&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;piccolo scuarcio dalla mia cucina con sfondo albeggiante....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtOcgyfWeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2FcU0RqVbiY/s1600-h/08062008%28003%29.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 598px; height: 447px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtOcgyfWeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2FcU0RqVbiY/s400/08062008%28003%29.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343645729118690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;foto fatta un po&#39; meglio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtP5YLUy8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZW0npjrWoH8/s1600-h/08062008%28004%29.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 607px; height: 452px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtP5YLUy8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZW0npjrWoH8/s400/08062008%28004%29.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209345241145199554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;la più bella di tutti... albeggia con ancora le luci della strada accese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;e anche se sono le 5 del mattino vi auguro a tutti una &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;BUO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;NA NOTTE&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;il vostro amichevole blogger di quartiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;......nAnNi......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/4434009429717913260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/4434009429717913260' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/4434009429717913260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/4434009429717913260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/06/ultimo-rapporto-alla-base-operativa.html' title='ultimo rapporto alla base operativa prima di andare a letto'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SEtOINO_ykI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NrN41xfTC-Y/s72-c/08062008%28002%29.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-8266910924727876026</id><published>2008-06-04T12:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:03:56.162+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensieri Personali"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><title type='text'>Grazie al mio amiketto , Stefano xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Prendi un respiro e consumalo, guarda le cose chiaramente e poi urla contro di me..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Fammi male. Picchiami..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Sembriamo come dei clown. Governiamo la vita e la lasciamo affogare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Mi stai prendendo in giro?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Sento me stesso così forte perchè non vorrei lasciarti andare, non posso aspettare ancora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Ne ho abbastanza di questi pianti senza senso. Non è facile fare passi avanti..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Ma poi urla contro di me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Fammi male. Picchiami.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Stai vicino a me. Fammi vedere cosa nascondono queste mani.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Non essere spaventata da me. Sono quì solo per vederti morire..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;L&#39;angelo vestito di bianco mi fa provare a portarti in alto, portarti così in alto fino a dove posso volare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Stai vicino a me, fammi vedere che gusto ha non essere spaventata da me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Sono quì solo per vederti morire..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Ho commesso un suicidio. Sono morto solo per vederti piangere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Ma non incolparmi.. è il mio dolce sorriso..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Così non incolparmi.. Non potevo raggiungere l&#39;aldilà..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Così non odiarmi.. Perchè non ho mai sentito il tuo cuore battere..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Così ho fottuto il mio..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;L&#39;angelo vestito di bianco mi fa provare a portarti in alto, portarti così in alto fino a dove posso volare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;Scrivendo la disperazione attraverso i patemi e i sorrisi gioiosi..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Blu e felice allo stesso tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/8266910924727876026/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/8266910924727876026' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/8266910924727876026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/8266910924727876026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/06/grazie-al-mio-amiketto-stefano-xd.html' title='Grazie al mio amiketto , Stefano xD'/><author><name>- Lυcα ●●●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637672675583005332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAGx_P5Q0WSoy3wX5GxnCXrwThDRWlgj0WFJL-aAuPzhLrgZRTyAu77-cSsi9lbz9sDT9NaB_fMeIctvc-j4YM9PcqG0qPVxw--DP3YfUdpkXVbfsYinhGY44gOw_7Q/s220/Music_by_LittleGirl88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-7111500412750900607</id><published>2008-06-04T00:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:48:59.483+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amicizia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lezioni di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensieri Personali"/><title type='text'>Lode all&#39;amicizia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2116/2467083757_aaee7001c8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 367px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2116/2467083757_aaee7001c8.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;In 16 (quasi 17) anni di vita mi sono fatto una personalissima idea dell&#39;amicizia, alcuni dicono che l&#39;amicizia non esiste e che i veri amici sono i tuoi genitori (mi pare che c&#39;è a proposito un detto siciliano che mi sfugge) oppure chi dice che l&#39;amicizia vera esiste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Io sono della convinzione che gli amici veri al massimo possono essere 5-10 e non di più.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Mentalmente sono solito a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;farmi delle distinzioni tra le persone che conosco ci sono gli amici (quelli veri), i super-amici, e non amici.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Posso farvi degli esempi (generici):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-è un amico colui che ti offre sempre una mano;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che ricambia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-non è un amico colui che apposto di una mano si prende tutto il braccio.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-è un amico colui che mezz&#39;ora prima di un interrogazione di storia te la spiega perché tu non ci hai capito un tubo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che dopo aver spiegato la lezione prende un voto minore di quello che invece è stato ad ascoltare la sua spiegazione;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-non è un amico colui che non dice grazie in questa occasione. (non è il mio caso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un amico colui che ti cerca sempre anche quando non vuoi essere cercato;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;è un super-amico colui che ti scassa le palle per farti alzare su il morale;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-non è un amico chi invece il morale te lo fa abbassare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un amico colui che ti viene a salutare in mezzo alla strada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che anche se non vedi da tanto tempo ti saluta lo stesso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-non è un amico colui che anche se ci hai passato metà dalla tua vita insieme non ti saluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un amico colui che ti aiuta di informatica e ragioneria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che ricambia aiutandoti di matematica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;non è un amico colui che rompe le palle mentre si cerca di studiare in un pomeriggio informatica, ragioneria, tecnica e matematica (ragazzi &quot;incriminati&quot; in questo punto, qui sto scherzando e che mi mancava qualcosa da metterci in &quot;non amico&quot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un ami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;co colui che ti passa la musica da ascoltare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che ti fa entrare a sbafo al concerto del tuo artista preferito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un amico colui che ti racconta tutti i fatti tuoi più intimi che non diresti a nessuno;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che si azzuppa tutti sti fatti intimi senza lamentarsi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-non è un amico colui che va a raccontare sti fatti in giro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un amico colui che ti offre i soldi per il panino a scuola;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un super-amico colui che a volte ricambia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-è un amico &quot;simp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;atico&quot; colui che ti viene a chiedere &quot;mi lasci due tiri&quot; alla ricreazione (non a me, io non fumo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;-non è un amico colui che non ci offre sti &quot;due tiri&quot; (o propriamente detti &quot;u tiro du strunzo&quot;) anche se te li viene a chiedere ogni giorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;infine per concludere: un amico vero (in questi tempi di carestia) è molto raro, quindi se vi capita di avvistare un simile esemplare tenetevelo stretto (non troppo necessariamente) perché può essere che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;scappi.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/384536035_b94817d777_o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 314px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/384536035_b94817d777_o.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;dedicato ai miei amici (naturalmente quelli veri), coloro che ogni giorno affrontano con me questo cammino chiamato vita che ormai abbiamo intrapreso.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Quando l&#39;amico vi confida il suo pensiero, non negategli la vostra approvazione, né abbiate paura di contraddirlo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; E quando tace, il vostro cuore non smetta di ascoltare il suo cuore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Nell&#39;amicizia ogni pensiero, ogni desiderio, ogni attesa nasce in silenzio e viene condiviso con inesprimibile gioia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Quando vi separate dall&#39;amico non rattristatevi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; La sua assenza può chiarirvi ciò che in lui più amate, come allo scalatore la montagna è più chiara della pianura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; E non vi sia nell&#39;amicizia altro scopo che l&#39;approfondimento dello spirito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Poiché l&#39;amore che non cerca in tutti i modi lo schiudersi del proprio mistero non è amore, ma una rete lanciata in avanti e che afferra solo ciò che è vano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Kahlil Gibran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style=&quot;text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;......nAnNi......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;[crediti immagini]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/francyvieste/2467083757/&quot;&gt;prima immagine&lt;/a&gt; di &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/francyvieste/&quot;&gt;franchè86 &lt;/a&gt; su &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/flickr.com&quot;&gt;flickr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/77717651@N00/384536035/&quot;&gt;seconda immagine&lt;/a&gt; di &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/77717651@N00/&quot;&gt;marta6669&lt;/a&gt; su &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/&quot;&gt;flickr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/7111500412750900607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/7111500412750900607' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/7111500412750900607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/7111500412750900607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/06/lode-allamicizia.html' title='Lode all&#39;amicizia'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2116/2467083757_aaee7001c8_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-7714979472296489139</id><published>2008-06-02T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:48:04.530+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citazioni"/><title type='text'>I sogni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;«Se una persona non ha più sogni, non ha più alcuna ragione di vivere. Sognare è necessario, anche se nel sogno va intravista la realtà. Per me è uno dei principi della vita.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;(Ayrton Senna - Pilota di Formula 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/7714979472296489139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/7714979472296489139' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/7714979472296489139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/7714979472296489139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-sogni.html' title='I sogni'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-2747444854480667291</id><published>2008-05-30T23:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:10:10.398+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citazioni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Piacevolmente Insensibile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Ehi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&#39;è qualcuno lì dentro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi senti fa&#39; un cenno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&#39;è qualcuno in casa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai, vieni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento che sei depresso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso alleviarti il dolore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E rimetterti in piedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilassati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima di tutto mi servono informazioni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo i fatti essenziali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fammi vedere dove ti fa male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il dolore è sparito, ti stai come allontanando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennacchio di fumo d&#39;una nave all&#39;orizzonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritorni indietro solo a ondate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le tue labbra si muovono ma non sento che dici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da bambino ho avuto una febbre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sentivo due mani come palloni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesso provo di nuovo quella sensazione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so spiegartelo, non capiresti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo non sono io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono diventato piacevolmente insensibile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo una punturina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non piangerai più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma può darsi che avrai un Po&#39; di nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce la fai a stare in piedi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce la faccio, forse funziona, bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti terrà in piedi per tutto lo spettacolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai, è ora di andare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il dolore è sparito ti stai come allontanando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennacchio di fumo d&#39;una nave all&#39;orizzonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritorni indietro solo a ondate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le tue labbra si muovono ma non sento che dici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da bambino colsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la coda dell&#39;occhio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fuggevole movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi girai a guardare ma era sparito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non riesco ad afferrarlo adesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il bambino è cresciuto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il sogno è finito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E io sono diventato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piacevolmente insensibile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;(Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;355&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kcvACpfgflw&amp;hl=it&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kcvACpfgflw&amp;hl=it&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;355&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/2747444854480667291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/2747444854480667291' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/2747444854480667291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/2747444854480667291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/piacevolmente-insensibile.html' title='Piacevolmente Insensibile'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-986433177488209998</id><published>2008-05-29T19:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:11:43.726+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citazioni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensieri Personali"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><title type='text'>Una canzone che mi rappresenta in qst momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Skillet - Comatose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I’m so tired of trying to fight this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I’m asleep and all I dream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Is waking to you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Tell me that you will listen  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Your touch is what I’m missing  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;And the more I hide I realize I’m slowly losing you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Comatose  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I’ll never wake up without an overdose of you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I don’t wanna live  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I don’t wanna breathe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;‘les I feel you next to me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;you take the pain I feel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;waking up to you never felt so real  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I don’t wanna sleep  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I don’t wanna dream  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;‘cause my dreams don’t comfort me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;The way you make me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Waking up to you never felt so real  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;I hate living without you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Dead wrong to ever doubt you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;But my demons lay in waiting  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Tempting me away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Oh how I adore you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Oh how I thirst for you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Oh how I need you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Breathing life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Waking up My eyes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Open up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;testo&quot;&gt;Don’t leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il testo parla da se... nn ha bisogno di commenti da parte mia...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/986433177488209998/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/986433177488209998' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/986433177488209998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/986433177488209998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/una-canzone-che-mi-rappresenta-in-qst.html' title='Una canzone che mi rappresenta in qst momento...'/><author><name>- Lυcα ●●●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637672675583005332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAGx_P5Q0WSoy3wX5GxnCXrwThDRWlgj0WFJL-aAuPzhLrgZRTyAu77-cSsi9lbz9sDT9NaB_fMeIctvc-j4YM9PcqG0qPVxw--DP3YfUdpkXVbfsYinhGY44gOw_7Q/s220/Music_by_LittleGirl88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-1540171686380937827</id><published>2008-05-25T23:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:10:10.399+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Nascita di una stella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Dopo il video sulla morte di una stella (per par condicio) non poteva mancare il video sulla nascita di una stella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;355&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rbNNP8QGUpM&amp;amp;hl=it&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rbNNP8QGUpM&amp;amp;hl=it&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;355&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;PS: Scusate il video &quot;scientifico&quot; ma non ho trovato di meglio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/1540171686380937827/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/1540171686380937827' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1540171686380937827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1540171686380937827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/nascita-di-una-stella.html' title='Nascita di una stella...'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-3507725579361318057</id><published>2008-05-25T01:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:58:07.810+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="appunti di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lezioni di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensieri Personali"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><title type='text'>Il senso della vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ve lo siete mai domandati il senso della vita... cioè perché siamo venuti al mondo, che cosa ci facciamo qui???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Prima di tutto dobbiamo domandarci chi ci ha creato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;- i più religiosi rispondono dicendo che è stato Dio a crearci;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;- chi crede un po&#39; meno dice che tutto l&#39;universo è stato creato dal big bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Onestamente non so a che teoria aggrapparmi ma un giorno o l&#39;altro, appena avrò 5 minuti liberi, formulerò anche io la mia teoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Credo che se trovassimo la risposta di questa domanda forse la vita non avrebbe veramente più senso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;E se il senso della nostra vita sarebbe trovare un senso alla nostra vita? Beh, sarebbe un po’ strano da capire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Comunque per tutto ci riguarda possiamo anche pensare che (come dice Vasco) forse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;in fondo questa vita un senso non ce l&#39;ha&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;Giovanni&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/3507725579361318057/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/3507725579361318057' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3507725579361318057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/3507725579361318057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/il-senso-della-vita.html' title='Il senso della vita'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-5369530782925287397</id><published>2008-05-23T16:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:10:10.400+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Morte di una stella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Girovagando su internet mi sono imbattuto su un video molto spettacolare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Riguarda la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; di una stella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Infatti una stella non è altro che un&#39;ammasso di materia che brucia idrogeno e elio e appena questi gas finiscono produce questo effetto particolare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;336&quot; width=&quot;420&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://dailymotion.alice.it/swf/x2q9pi&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowScriptAccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://dailymotion.alice.it/swf/x2q9pi&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; height=&quot;336&quot; width=&quot;420&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Questa sorte capiterà pure al nostro Sole, ma non me ne preoccupo tanto anche perché accadrà tra circa 5 miliardi e mezzo di anni (giorno più, giorno meno)...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/5369530782925287397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/5369530782925287397' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/5369530782925287397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/5369530782925287397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/morte-di-una-stella.html' title='Morte di una stella'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-1942440363386347995</id><published>2008-05-22T16:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:17:41.411+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Subconscio"/><title type='text'>Nuovo Look (SudConscio with style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Come promesso, abbiamo cambiato faccia al blog, tanto da renderlo più subconscio per i nostri gusti! (Prima era subconscio ma ora è subconscio con stile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Vogliamo sapere se vi piace il nuovo look, quindi fatevi sotto, armatevi di tastiera e sputtanateci nei commenti (sono fatti pure per questo)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Dai ragazzi per far crescere questo blog abbiamo bisogno di voi, fateci pubblicità, scrivete commenti e abbonatevi ai nostri feed (basta cliccare sulla bimba a lato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;Perché il sudconscio mica è roba seria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;nanni with style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/1942440363386347995/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/1942440363386347995' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1942440363386347995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/1942440363386347995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/nuovo-look-sudconscio-with-style.html' title='Nuovo Look (SudConscio with style)'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709046443524683887.post-6508304620627640637</id><published>2008-05-21T17:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:38.779+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazioni di servizio"/><title type='text'>Blog Under Restyling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;A breve look nuovo al blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ci abbiamo lavorato in questi giorni, io e il mio cumpare, mentre lui si è occupato della parte grafica io a quella un po&#39; più tecnica (html ecc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&#39;è da dire che non è tutta farina del nostro sacco ma ci siamo ispirati a un modello già esistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;L&#39;attesa può essere da un minimo di 5 minuti (dalla pubblicazione del post) a un massimo di 1 giorno tutto sta se riesco a risolvere un problema dello sfondo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;STAY TUNE picciò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Il Vostro Amichevole Blogger di Quartiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Nanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/feeds/6508304620627640637/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1709046443524683887/6508304620627640637' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/6508304620627640637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709046443524683887/posts/default/6508304620627640637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sudconscio.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-under-restyling.html' title='Blog Under Restyling'/><author><name>giovaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210601130719934740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SRY0gP259OU/SA8uxrdgsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/KjLWbdYhCZA/S220/avatar2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>