<?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: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-821729164740873768</id><updated>2011-06-08T08:38:46.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGIRLS</title><subtitle type='html'>Sta nascendo un fiore...e tutto intorno ha più colore...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimerabianka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839290138897542077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://rosyna.altervista.org/hands.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-2043434515609402409</id><published>2007-10-27T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:01:40.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicata alla settimana dell'amicizia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che nessuno è perfetto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finché non ti innamori.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che la vita è dura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma io di più!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che le opportunità non vanno mai perse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quelle che lasci andare tu ... le prende qualcun altro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato .... che quando serbi rancore e amarezza la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;felicità va da un'altra parte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che bisognerebbe sempre usare parole buone ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perchè domani forse si dovranno rimangiare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato .. che un sorriso è un modo economico per&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;migliorare il tuo aspetto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che non posso scegliere come mi sento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma posso sempre farci qualcosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che quando tuo figlio appena nato tiene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;il tuo dito nel suo piccolo pugno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ti ha agganciato per la vita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato  che tutti vogliono vivere in cima alla montagna ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma tutta la felicità e la crescita avvengono mentre la scali.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ... che bisogna godersi il viaggio e non pensare solo alla meta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato che meno tempo spreco ... più cose faccio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho imparato ke al mondo nessuno è uguale...per fortuna...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buona settimana dell'amicizia a tutti voi... *_*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-2043434515609402409?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2043434515609402409/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=2043434515609402409' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/2043434515609402409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/2043434515609402409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/dedicata-alla-settimana-dellamicizia.html' title='Dedicata alla settimana dell&apos;amicizia..'/><author><name>Ciaccarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17614669687823947704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-8839108691169189983</id><published>2007-10-23T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:14:39.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nella vita ci sono cose che ti cerchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e altre che ti vengono a cercare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Non le hai scelte e nemmeno le vorresti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ma arrivano e dopo non sei più uguale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A quel punto le soluzioni sono due:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o scappi cercando di lasciartele alle spalle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o ti fermi e le affronti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;qualsiasi soluzione tu scelga ti cambia ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e tu puoi solo decidere se in bene o in male... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-8839108691169189983?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-6041531378366070201</id><published>2007-10-11T02:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:39:41.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiacchierando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parlando di ORRORI ortografici...che per privacy nn pubblikiamo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; ma nn dire che sono stato io&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;SENZA IL NICK??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; di che è stata sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;E NN C'è SFIZIO :((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[02:29] &lt;sweetsin&gt;bau bauuuuuuu micio frrrrrrr (gatto ke fa le fusa) grrrr pssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; eh appunto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; è stata lei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;BAU BAU... è UN CANE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;E BAU BAU MICIO MICIO è NU MIX :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; e psssssssss in fondo cos'è ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;la pipi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;di entrambi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:29] &lt;sweetsin&gt;è un gatto ke sa parlare anke il canese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:30] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;uHuHAUAHAUAhauahauahauahauahuahauHAUa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:30] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; uncatto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:30] &lt;^BoNg^&gt; o un gane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[02:30] &lt;ciaccarella&gt;UHAUhauahauahauahauahauahuaahauaU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vi prego costringeteci a dormire dopo mezzanotte...ke nn possiamo continuare cosiii :°°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-6041531378366070201?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6041531378366070201/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=6041531378366070201' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non c'è più un'immagine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ma sento che la vorrei con me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lo sai che c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Io penso che ci riuscirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qualcuno dentro i sensi miei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qualcosa che si posa in fondo, dentro me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dentro non c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Io sento lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poi affondo nel vuoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Che io giuro che c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Penso come sei e a come tutto urla in te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Il sommergibile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Io giuro lo vorrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Il vuoto dentro ai sensi miei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E sento che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sei tutto quello che vorrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Che vorrei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mi sento &lt;strong&gt;invincibile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e sento che &lt;strong&gt;ti vorrei con me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lo sai che puoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Io penso che ci riuscirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qualcuno dentro ai sensi miei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qualcosa che si posa in fondo dentro me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dentro me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-7517660023134230379?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7517660023134230379/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=7517660023134230379' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/7517660023134230379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/7517660023134230379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/piuma.html' title='piuma...'/><author><name>CraZY_DiamOND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03617847862007612895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-1782872108938716011</id><published>2007-10-02T23:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:57:12.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amore ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Addio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ma con mesarai, verrai dentrouna goccia di sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; che circolerà nelle mie vene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;o fuori, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bacio che mi brucia il voltoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; cinturone di fuoco nella mia cintola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dolce mia, accogli il grande amore che uscì dalla mia vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e che in te non trovava territorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;come l'esploratore sperduto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nell'isola del pane e del miele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Io ti trovai dopola tormenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;la pioggia lavò l'ariae nell'acqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i tuoi dolci piedi brillarono come pesci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Adorata, vado alle mie battaglie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Graffierò la terra per farti una grotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lì il tuo Capitano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;t'attenderà con fiori nel letto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Non pensar più, mia dolcezza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;al tormentoche passò tra di noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;come un fulmine di fosforo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lasciandoci forse la sua bruciatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Venne anche la pace, perché torno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a lottare alla mia terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e poiché ho il cuore completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;con la parte di sangue che mi desti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;per sempre,e poiché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;recole mani piene del tuo essere nudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;guardami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;guardami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;guardami per il mare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;che vado raggiante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;guardami per la notte che navigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e mare e notte sono gli occhi tuoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Non sono uscito da te quando m'allontana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ora ti racconterò:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;la mia terra sarà tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;vado a conquistarla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;non solo per darla a te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ma per tutti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;per tutto il mio popolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Un giorno il ladro uscirà dalla sua torre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E l'invasore sarà espulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tutti i frutti della vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;cresceranno nelle mie mani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;prima abituati alla polvere da sparo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E saprò accarezzare i nuovi fiori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perché tu m'insegnasti la tenerezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dolce mia, adorata,verrai con me a lottare a corpo a corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perché nel mio cuore vivono i tuoi baci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;come bandiere rosse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e se cado, non solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mi coprirà la terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ma questo grande amore che mi recasti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e che visse circolando nel mio sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Verrai con me,in quell'ora ti attendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in quell'ora e in tutte le ore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in tutte le ore ti attendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E quando verrà la tristezza che odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a bussare alla tua porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dille che io ti attendo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e quando la solitudine vorrà che cambi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;l'anello in cui sta scritto il mio nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;di' alla solitudine che parli con me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;che io dovetti andarmene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perché sono un soldato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e che là dove sono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sotto la pioggia o sotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;il fuoco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;amor mio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;t'attendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;t'attendo nel deserto più duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e presso il limone fiorito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in ogni parte dove sia la vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dove la primavera sta nascendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;amore mio, t'attendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando ti diranno « Quell'uomonon t'ama. »  ricorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;che i miei piedi son soli in quella notte, e cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i dolci e piccoli piedi che adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amore, quando ti diranno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;che t'ho dimenticata, e anche se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sarò io a- dirlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;quando io te lo dirò,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;non credermi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;chi e come potrebbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;reciderti dal mio petto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e chi raccoglierebbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;il mio sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;quando verso di te m'andassi dissanguando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me neppure posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dimenticare il mio popolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vado a lottare in ogni strada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dietro ogni pietra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anche il tuo amore m'aiuta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;È un fiore chiuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;che ogni volta mi empie del suo aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e che s'apre d'improvviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dentro di me come una grande stella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amore mio, è notte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;L'acqua nera, il mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;addormentato, mi circondano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Poi verrà l'aurora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e nel frattempo io ti scrivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;per dirti: « Ti amo » .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Per dirti: « Ti amo » , cura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;pulisci, innalza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;difendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;il nostro amore, anima mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Io te lo lascio come se lasciassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;un pugno di terra con semi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dal nostro amore nasceranno vite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nel nostro amore berranno acqua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Forse arriverà un giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;in cui un uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e una donna, uguali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a noi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;toccheranno questo amore, e ancora avrà forza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;per bruciare le mani che lo toccheranno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chi fummo? Che importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Toccheranno questo fuoco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e il fuoco, dolce mia, dirà il tuo semplice nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e il mio, il nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;che tu sola sapesti, perché tu sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sulla terra sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;chi sono, e perché nessuno mi conobbe come una,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;come una sola delle tue mani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perché nessuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;seppe come, né quando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;il mio cuore stette ardendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;solamentei tuoi grandi occhi grigi lo seppero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;la tua grande bocca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;la tua pelle, i tuoi seni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;il tuo ventre, le tue viscere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e l'anima tua che io risvegliai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perché restasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a cantare fino alla fine della vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amore, t'attendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Addio, amore, t'attendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amore, amore, t'attendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Così questa lettera termina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;senza nessuna tristezza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sono fermi i miei piedi sulla terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;la mia mano scrive questa lettera lungo la strada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e in mezzo alla vita sarò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;vicino all'amico, di fronte al nemico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;col tuo nome sulle labbra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e un bacio che giammai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;s'allontanò dalla tua bocca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-1782872108938716011?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1782872108938716011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=1782872108938716011' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/1782872108938716011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/1782872108938716011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/lamore.html' title='L&apos;amore ...'/><author><name>Ciaccarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17614669687823947704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-5308023231158300961</id><published>2007-09-27T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:51:52.598+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Che scemo che sono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Non credere mai che le persone siano tutte degli angioletti, fidati soltanto di te stesso e di chi ti ricambia veramente. Di chi ogni giorno ti pensa sempre, di chi ti da la buonanotte prima di dormire, di chi ti fa ridere, piangere e ridere ancora, di chi previene il risultato delle tue cavolate. Fidati di chi ti ama, perchè sarà chi porterai nel cuore per sempre, sarà chi si vestirà di bianco per te, chi ti sopporterà ogni giorno e chi ti darà gioia e cattiveria. Quanto sono stato sciocco, ho perso tutto in poco tempo. Ho sbagliato, ero accecato da un amore che non aveva spazi, che non suscitava bellezza, ho perso chi mi amava veramente e adesso mi fa male..tanto male, ma ce la farò. Ce la farò a rimettere tutto al proprio posto..devo farcela, non è giusto, non è giusto per quel cuoricino che batteva per me..non è giusto. E me ne accorgo solo adesso che ho aperto gli occhi. Voglio tornare a guardarla negli occhi, rivoglio i suoi smeraldi..e adesso mi mancano tantissimo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-5308023231158300961?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5308023231158300961/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=5308023231158300961' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/5308023231158300961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/5308023231158300961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/che-scemo-che-sono.html' title='Che scemo che sono...'/><author><name>CraZY_DiamOND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03617847862007612895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-9082550306525970233</id><published>2007-09-26T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:20:43.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>«ipocrisia..»</title><content type='html'>Cos'è l'ipocrisia? «Fingere buoni sentimenti o virtù che nn si possiedono pur di suscitare simpatie e consensi». Giorno dopo giorno sfogliamo una pagina del libro della nostra vita.. senza renderci veramente conto di quanto sia importante essere se stessi per diventare davvero qualcuno. Ci vestiamo di falsità.. e nn ci accorgiamo che in fondo non siamo quelli che le persone amano.. o stimano. Questo post nasce dalla voglia di far riflettere chi, non amandosi, smette di essere se stesso.. e comincia a recitare un copione prescritto, spinto dalla brama di piacere.. ma cosa resterà di quelle pagine sfogliate? Niente.. tutto il resto.. tutta la vita che ci si è costruiti non varrà niente.. data la sua fasulla esistenza. E ci si renderà conto che ogni cosa è stata vana.. tutto è stato futile. Ma ciò.. accadrà solo quando il rimorso ci inghiottirà.. e quando quella brama di soddisfazione.. ci sputerà.&lt;br /&gt;Firmato:«ora.. nemmeno il mio nome ho il coraggio di scrivere»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-9082550306525970233?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9082550306525970233/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=9082550306525970233' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/9082550306525970233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/9082550306525970233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/ipocrisia.html' title='«ipocrisia..»'/><author><name>kimerabianka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839290138897542077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://rosyna.altervista.org/hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-2259158859863436195</id><published>2007-09-22T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T02:40:51.667+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L' ARTE dei GRATTINI</title><content type='html'>Molti la praticano, pochi sanno cosa realmente sia, è arrivato il momento di far luce sulla meravigliosa arte dei grattini ( i profani prendano carta e penna )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON NUMBER ONE : definizione di grattini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GRATTINI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;solletichino piacevole con annessi brividini e talvolta pelle d'oca, provocato dal lento e delicato passaggio delle unghie (o polpastrelli) sulla pelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON NUMBER TWO: vari tipi di grattini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRATTINO AMICHEVOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: fatto tra amiche e/o amici, il tocco è rilassato, per nulla sensuale e non ci si avvicina a punti “nevralgici”... tenuta consigliata: QUALUNQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFETTI: RELAX: 10++&lt;br /&gt;ECCITAMENTO: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFETTI SECONDARI: sonnolenza del ricevente che talvolta può bofonchiare parole senza senso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GRATTINO AMICHEVOLMENTE SELVAGGIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: fatto tra amiche senza zone off-limits, il tocco è sensuale ma il fine di questo tipo di grattini è il puro piacere..non “farsi” la propria amica :)...tenuta consigliata: TOPLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFETTI: RELAX: 7&lt;br /&gt;ECCITAMENTO: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFETTI SECONDARI: risatine, sospiri e frasi ricorrenti del tipo “Oddio si lì è troppo godereccio”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRATTINO HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: fatto dal proprio partner ( o da chi vorrebbe diventarlo :P), è un grattino dal tocco MOOOLTO sensuale che va a sfiorare più o meno le zone erogene di tutto il corpo (attenzione il grattino deve essere il preludio ai preliminari, NON preliminare stesso, quindi regolatevi ;)...tenuta consigliata: COME MAMMA VI HA FATTI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFETTI: RELAX: 5&lt;br /&gt;ECCITAMENTO: 10 e lode +++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFETTI SECONDARI: fievoli gemiti e sospiri e caratteristica frase “ non resisto più..FACCIAMOLO!!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spero di esser stata esauriente nella spiegazione ma x qualsiasi dubbio rivolgersi a &lt;strong&gt;sweetsin&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;LoVINgLunA&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUONA PRATICA A TUTTI UN BACIO sweetsin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-2259158859863436195?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2259158859863436195/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=2259158859863436195' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/2259158859863436195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/2259158859863436195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/l-arte-dei-grattini.html' title='L&apos; ARTE dei GRATTINI'/><author><name>sweetsin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16716512874572915775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-2722928511974449701</id><published>2007-09-18T15:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:12:31.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A te zio Gì...</title><content type='html'>é per zio Gì...ma anche per tutti coloro che soffrono come me per la disperazione che porta nel cuore una perdita in famiglia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;amico che voli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ti chiudi le ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;trattieni il respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;un volo due spari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;il cielo va in pezzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;la nuca sull'erba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;che delicatezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;quei cani di merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sicuro non e' neanche il cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;troppo presto hai lasciato il tuo nido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;non e' facile prendere quota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hai fallito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;appeso ad un filo di cuoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ora balli sul loro sedere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ce ne vuole per farti morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tieni duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;amico che voli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nei nostri pensieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;non e' mai domani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e' sempre piu' ieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;la gabbia che e' un posto sicuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ti ci mettono il bere e il mangiare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;l'altalena per farti giocare e dondolare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e' qui che adesso io vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ma a che servono queste mie ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tu sei morto ed io sono vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ma tu voli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;il cielo va in pezzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;la nuca sull'erba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;che delicatezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;quei cani di merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;la gabbia che e' un posto sicuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ti ci mettono il bere e il mangiare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;l'altalena per farti giocare e dondolare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e' qui che adesso io vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ma a che servono queste mie ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tu sei morto ed io sono vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ma tu voli....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Certo ...tu adesso voli...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-2722928511974449701?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2722928511974449701/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=2722928511974449701' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/2722928511974449701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/2722928511974449701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/te-zio-g.html' title='A te zio Gì...'/><author><name>Ciaccarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17614669687823947704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-1496497864789969396</id><published>2007-09-17T00:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:13:54.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>discutendo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dopo un esordio alla Maurizio Costanzo Show.. negli ultimi giorni nel chan si dicute di un argomento non di poco conto. Pace e amore.. ormai parole risentite solo negli echi delle persone che non ne possono più di guerre.. o di azioni quotidiane con sfondo di maleducazione e inciviltà. Parlare solo delle guerre tra stati, sarebbe troppo semplice.. il tema che vogliamo affrontare in questo post è se sappiamo davvero amare.. e cosa sia la pace.. in primis quella dell’animo. Pace e amore.. ci saranno mai realmente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-1496497864789969396?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1496497864789969396/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=1496497864789969396' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/1496497864789969396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/1496497864789969396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/discutendo.html' title='discutendo..'/><author><name>kimerabianka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839290138897542077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://rosyna.altervista.org/hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821729164740873768.post-4834869876104756600</id><published>2007-09-16T06:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:39:09.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eccoci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nasce così...per un capriccio...il Blog di Chatgirls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatgirls è un canale del server Azzurra...dove ci si ritrova per divertirsi un pò... a differenza di come si possa pensare non è un canale di sole donne...ma bensì gestito da donne...descriverlo è impossibile...costerebbe 10000000 righe...possiamo solo dire che il tempo scorre lieto tra giochi forum, oroscopo , affinità di nick e tantissime altre cose...Si resta stregati dalla solarità delle persone che lo frequentano...e in un mondo anke "internettiano" dove tutto sembra cosi reale e poco fantasioso...Assicuriamo che Chatgirls...è il Paese delle eterne meraviglie...dove puoi ancora scegliere di sognare, di volare , e perchè no trovare l'amore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per qualsiasi informazioni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spazioinwind.libero.it/frm/girls/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://spazioinwind.libero.it/frm/girls/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vi aspettiamo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciaccarella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821729164740873768-4834869876104756600?l=blogchatgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4834869876104756600/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821729164740873768&amp;postID=4834869876104756600' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/4834869876104756600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821729164740873768/posts/default/4834869876104756600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogchatgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/eccoci.html' title='Eccoci...'/><author><name>Ciaccarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17614669687823947704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
