<?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-5436490273940189679</id><updated>2011-09-26T14:30:08.363+01:00</updated><category term='penso....'/><title type='text'>C'Est La Vie!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Annarita</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-328338685455132866</id><published>2007-06-06T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:46.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rmahf3UuqJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZLklrDvEJOU/s1600-h/fragola_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072919599078353042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rmahf3UuqJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZLklrDvEJOU/s200/fragola_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RmafzXUuqII/AAAAAAAAAD4/Jnvw9yk9SN4/s1600-h/fragola_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Xkè una fragola???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...xkè è dolce, afrodisiaca e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...se ti macchi lascia il segno!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THIS IS ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-328338685455132866?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/328338685455132866/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=328338685455132866' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/328338685455132866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/328338685455132866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-me.html' title='THIS IS ME!!!'/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rmahf3UuqJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZLklrDvEJOU/s72-c/fragola_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-9157817955882465194</id><published>2007-05-29T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:06:37.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Certe volte capita di perdere di vista se stessi..le proprie priorità..le proprie abitudini..la propria vita..Senza accorgercene ci ritroviamo catapultati in una realtà ke nn è la nostra..ke nn ci appartiene, ma ke in un modo o nell'altro sentiamo nostra o semplicemente impariamo a conviverci. Tutto questo solo xkè un'altra persona è entrata in punta di piedi dentro di noi, ci ha presi x mano e ci ha condotto dentro questa realtà parallela dove tutto sembra fantastico, unico, dolce, irripetibile, puro...Certe volte capita ke tutto questo rimanga a far parte della tua vita x sempre...Altre volte invece, capita ke improvvisamente le luci si spengono, ke tutto perde il colore e il calore ke lo rendevano così unico..allora ti svegli e a quel punto solo il tempo potrà dirti se è stato solo un incubo oppure il sogno più bello ke tu avessi mai potuto fare e pensi ke magari la colpa di tutto quel buio è stata anke un pò tua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Una persona un giorno mi ha detto ke milioni di anni fa le nostre anime gemelle erano attaccate alle nostre spalle ma l'invidia degli dei le ha divise...Forse è x questo motivo ke quando troviamo la persona giusta nn siamo noi a riconoscerla ma il nostro cuore e allora ci sentiamo le persone + fortunate della terra x aver trovato la nostra metà...LIVE YOUR LIFE WITHOUT ANY COMPROMISES...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-9157817955882465194?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/9157817955882465194/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=9157817955882465194' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/9157817955882465194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/9157817955882465194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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-5436490273940189679.post-2895473337804146896</id><published>2007-05-18T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:01:24.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bisogna stare molto attenti a quello ke ci circonda xkè certe volte, improvvisamente, qualcosa zucchera la nostra giornata...NO...nn sono le parole di una canzone, è semplicemente la voce della neve ke si scioglie in acqua pura...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spesso il mondo ti vuole veloce xkè tu possa sempre arrivare in orario, ti vuole veloce x ricordare solo il rumore del tuo passaggio...e forse è x questo ke quando davvero ti accorgi ke nn stai andando da nessuna parte, allora acceleri...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E improvvisamente i rumori diventano suoni, il battito del cuore diventa ritmo...la luna diventa il sole, la notte il giorno, xkè dietro ogni cosa se ne nasconde un'altra, forse + bella o forse + nuova...FORSE LA TUA...La cosa a cui si dedicano + canzoni???...il battito su cui si basano tutti i battiti del mondo???...L'AMORE...amore bello, brutto, triste, allegro, forte, debole, sexy, casto, violento, sognato, dimenticato, violato, antico, moderno...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La verità sull'amore te la dirà solo il tempo. All'inizio tutto ti sembra carino, poi dopo la partenza quello ke sembra carino può diventare bello, perfino eternamente bello, ma il + delle volte però, diventa semplicemente brutto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ke dire...tieniteli stretti i tuoi pezzi di ricordi, ti capiterà di averne bisogno una notte senza luna, quando tutto ti sembrerà inutile e avrai la sensazione di essere davvero su questo pianeta, ma x fortuna in una posizione privilegiata x guardare le stelle...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tutto quello ke devi fare ora è metteri le cuffie, sdraiarti e ascoltare il cd della tua vita, traccia dopo traccia, nessuna è andata persa...tutte sono state vissute e tutte, in un modo o nell'altro servono ad andare avanti. Nn pentirti, nn giudicarti, sei quello ke sei e nn c'è niente di meglio al mondo. Continua sempre a registrare, a mettere insieme i suoni x riempire il caos ke hai dentro. E se scenderà una lacrima quando li ascolti, beh, nn avere paura, è come la lacrima di un fan ke ascolta la sua canzone preferita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-2895473337804146896?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/2895473337804146896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=2895473337804146896' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/2895473337804146896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/2895473337804146896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/05/bisogna-stare-molto-attenti-quello-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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-5436490273940189679.post-3338264835707999444</id><published>2007-04-26T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:46.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RjDPHfb65jI/AAAAAAAAADw/WGg-pMU2M98/s1600-h/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057770109141706290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RjDPHfb65jI/AAAAAAAAADw/WGg-pMU2M98/s320/doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E' fondamentale x vivere bene con se stessi e con gli altri, acquisire il dono di ignorare coloro a cui non piacete.&lt;br /&gt;Per esperienza personale, coloro a cui non piacete sono divivsi in 2 categorie: gli STUPIDI e gli INVIDIOSI.&lt;br /&gt;Gli stupidi vi apprezzeranno dopo qualke anno, gli invidiosi MAI...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5436490273940189679-3338264835707999444?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/3338264835707999444/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=3338264835707999444' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/3338264835707999444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/3338264835707999444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-fondamentale-x-vivere-bene-con-se.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RjDPHfb65jI/AAAAAAAAADw/WGg-pMU2M98/s72-c/doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-3186678895829851803</id><published>2007-04-18T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:47.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RiXjqNJZ2GI/AAAAAAAAADo/avabiRDDDwo/s1600-h/IO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054696471016364130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RiXjqNJZ2GI/AAAAAAAAADo/avabiRDDDwo/s200/IO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questa foto è stata scattata lo scorso venerdì...e ki mi conosce un minimo, riesce a percepire la malinconia e la solitudine ke trasmettono i miei occhi...E' un periodo davvero strano...mi sembra quasi di svegliarmi tutte le mattine in un letto ke nn è il mio, e di vivere una vita ke nn mi appartiene fino in fondo...Ma ki lo sa..sarà ke ho smesso quasi di fumare????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T NOW..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-3186678895829851803?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/3186678895829851803/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=3186678895829851803' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/3186678895829851803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/3186678895829851803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/04/questa-foto-stata-scattata-lo-scorso.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RiXjqNJZ2GI/AAAAAAAAADo/avabiRDDDwo/s72-c/IO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-1076204642143444591</id><published>2007-03-10T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:47.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HO VOGLIA DI TE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040319191774598994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RfLPmaRPF1I/AAAAAAAAADc/hG4f5IzkXLc/s320/ho_voglia_di_te1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ricorderò e comunque anche se non vorrai Ti sposerò perché non te l' ho detto mai Come fa male cercare , trovarti poco dopo E nell' ansia che ti perdo ti scatterò una foto… Ti scatterò una foto… Ricorderò e comunque e so che non vorrai Ti chiamerò perché tanto non risponderai Come fa ridere adesso pensarti come a un gioco E capendo che ti ho perso Ti scatto un' altra foto Perché piccola potresti andartene dalle mie mani Ed i giorni da prima lontani saranno anni E ti scorderai di me Quando piove i profili e le case ricordano te E sarà bellissimo Perché gioia e dolore han lo stesso sapore con te Vorrei soltanto che la notte ora velocemente andasse E tutto ciò che hai di me di colpo non tornasse E voglio amore e tutte le attenzioni che sai dare E voglio indifferenza semmai mi vorrai ferire E riconobbi il tuo sguardo in quello di un passante Ma pure avendoti qui ti sentirei distante Cosa può significare sentirsi piccolo Quando sei il più grande sogno il più grande incubo Siamo figli di mondi diversi una sola memoria Che cancella e disegna distratta la stessa storia E ti scorderai di me Quando piove i profili e le case ricordano te E sarà bellissimo Perché gioia e dolore han lo stesso sapore con te Vorrei soltanto che la notte ora velocemente andasse E tutto ciò che hai di me di colpo non tornasse E voglio amore e tutte le attenzioni che sai dare E voglio indifferenza semmai mi vorrai ferire Non basta più il ricordo Ora voglio il tuo ritorno… E sarà bellissimo Perché gioia e dolore han lo stesso sapore Lo stesso sapore con te Io Vorrei soltanto che la notte ora velocemente andasse E tutto ciò che hai di me di colpo non tornasse E voglio amore e tutte le attenzioni che sai dare E voglio indifferenza semmai mi vorrai ferire E voglio indifferenza semmai mi vorrai ferire…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-1076204642143444591?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/1076204642143444591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=1076204642143444591' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1076204642143444591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1076204642143444591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/03/ho-voglia-di-te.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RfLPmaRPF1I/AAAAAAAAADc/hG4f5IzkXLc/s72-c/ho_voglia_di_te1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-1002614121081601014</id><published>2007-03-06T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:47.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IL VERO SENSO DELLA VITA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038820691334643858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Re18uNHjwJI/AAAAAAAAADM/B-J9T9Cp4xs/s320/amicizia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-1002614121081601014?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/1002614121081601014/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=1002614121081601014' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1002614121081601014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1002614121081601014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/03/il-vero-senso-della-vita.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Re18uNHjwJI/AAAAAAAAADM/B-J9T9Cp4xs/s72-c/amicizia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-7199389425169052649</id><published>2007-02-16T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:47.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RdXDKih4NYI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gq2r9HU2wzg/s1600-h/buon_compleanno_by_Filme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032142744491406722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RdXDKih4NYI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gq2r9HU2wzg/s320/buon_compleanno_by_Filme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TANTO TEMPO FA...IL 16/02/1987 E'NATA UNA PICCOLA *...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGURIIIIIII...OGGI E' IL MIO COMPLEANNO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FINALMENTE QUESTI ATTESI 20 ANNI SONO ARRIVATI!!!effettivamente guardandomi allo specchio stamattina, sembravo un pò più vecchia...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5436490273940189679-7199389425169052649?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/7199389425169052649/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=7199389425169052649' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/7199389425169052649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/7199389425169052649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/02/tanto-tempo-fa.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RdXDKih4NYI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gq2r9HU2wzg/s72-c/buon_compleanno_by_Filme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-5127397002627186316</id><published>2007-02-12T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:47.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PENSIERI...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030609273663010162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RdBQeyh4NXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qIHV0hTHDuY/s320/rose-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chi ama a prima vista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tradisce ad ogni sguardo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-5127397002627186316?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/5127397002627186316/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=5127397002627186316' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/5127397002627186316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/5127397002627186316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/02/pensieri.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/RdBQeyh4NXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qIHV0hTHDuY/s72-c/rose-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-1563450638098577816</id><published>2007-02-07T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:48.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LA MIA COLONNA SONORA (in questo xiodo)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028900957512410802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rco-xs8mJrI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Tq_KSxMiIY/s200/attagirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVER I DON’T HAVE TO LOVE - bettie serveert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes, You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs, And out of view. No prying eyes. I poured some wine. When I asked your name; You asked the time. Now it's two o'clock. The club is closed, We are up the block. Your hands are on me, Pressing hard against your jeans, Your tongue in my mouth, Trying to keep the words from coming out, You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before. I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure. I've got the money if you've got the time. You said, "It feels good." I said "I'll give it a try." Then my mind went dark, We both forgot where your car was parked. Let's just take the train. I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors with, bad habits some  sad singers they just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play tragic and the phone is ringing and the van is leaving let’s justkeep touching let’s just……keep singing…I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full. I need some meaning I can memorize. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind. But you, but you... you write&lt;br /&gt; such pretty words, But life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do..Then hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hurt me, Then hurt me, Then hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;RAGAZZI E' FANTASTICA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-1563450638098577816?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/1563450638098577816/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=1563450638098577816' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1563450638098577816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1563450638098577816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/02/la-mia-colonna-sonora-in-questo-xiodo.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rco-xs8mJrI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Tq_KSxMiIY/s72-c/attagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-1698820283704436175</id><published>2007-02-07T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:48.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rco8Ts8mJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/sCliCGBzM84/s1600-h/larmes2sang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028898243093079714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rco8Ts8mJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/sCliCGBzM84/s320/larmes2sang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forse nn te ne rendi conto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forse sei troppo preso dal rumore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ke provocano i miei passi nei tuoi pensieri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ne vieni talmente rapito da nn accorgerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ke ci ritroviamo in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;UN MONDO PERVERSO...UN MONDO IN CUI QUELLO KE NN PUOI AVERE E' CIO' A CUI NN SAI RESISTERE...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5436490273940189679-1698820283704436175?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/1698820283704436175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=1698820283704436175' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1698820283704436175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1698820283704436175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/02/forse-nn-te-ne-rendi-conto.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rco8Ts8mJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/sCliCGBzM84/s72-c/larmes2sang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-7230842611939727176</id><published>2007-02-06T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:48.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rchn8c8mJpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7UJph90sNjo/s1600-h/fragola_latte.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028383272219322002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rchn8c8mJpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7UJph90sNjo/s320/fragola_latte.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Io sono la FRAGOLA e tu la PANNA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Siamo fatti l'uno per l'altra...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5436490273940189679-7230842611939727176?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/7230842611939727176/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=7230842611939727176' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/7230842611939727176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/7230842611939727176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/02/io-sono-la-fragola-e-tu-la-panna_06.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rchn8c8mJpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7UJph90sNjo/s72-c/fragola_latte.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-7000733676145172562</id><published>2007-02-06T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:48.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shhhhhhhhh....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028373329370031730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rche5s8mJnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tImBPkdS9A4/s320/n_labbra.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il silenzio... è quello che resta, quando finisce qualcosa… un film che ti è piaciuto per esempio o i titoli di coda che si portano via il sapore della storia che hai visto, e magari sognando con i protagonisti, una lacrima ostinata non si è decisa a cadere e resta lì, in bilico, e provi a nasconderla alle persone che ti sono accanto, ma non ti accorgi che anche loro stanno facendo altrettanto! Tra poco arriverà l'ultima parola "the end" quella che non avresti mai voluto, perchè inconsciamente pensi che le cose belle non debbano mai finire, eppure accade, però non dimenticare.... film da vedere al mondo ce ne sono e ce ne saranno sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-7000733676145172562?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/7000733676145172562/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=7000733676145172562' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/7000733676145172562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/7000733676145172562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/02/shhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rche5s8mJnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tImBPkdS9A4/s72-c/n_labbra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-4773486473137258234</id><published>2007-01-30T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:49.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Help me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025832940323028322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9YbmRpPWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/be5l3MjsDak/s200/Disney_JessicaRabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Da cosa dovrei vestirmi???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;JESSICA RABBIT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9ZyWRpPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/fYWtLxEJ9YI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9ZyWRpPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/fYWtLxEJ9YI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025834430676680050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9ZyWRpPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/fYWtLxEJ9YI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9ZyWRpPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/fYWtLxEJ9YI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9ZyWRpPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/fYWtLxEJ9YI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;MARILYN MONROE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9bBGRpPYI/AAAAAAAAABg/u2cGiu-6FjI/s1600-h/cleopatra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9bBGRpPYI/AAAAAAAAABg/u2cGiu-6FjI/s1600-h/cleopatra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025835783591378306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9bBGRpPYI/AAAAAAAAABg/u2cGiu-6FjI/s200/cleopatra3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLEOPATRA&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-4773486473137258234?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/4773486473137258234/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=4773486473137258234' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/4773486473137258234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/4773486473137258234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/01/help-me-da-cosa-dovrei-vestirmi-jessica.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb9YbmRpPWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/be5l3MjsDak/s72-c/Disney_JessicaRabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-1349060872736626168</id><published>2007-01-29T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:49.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb4uVmRpPVI/AAAAAAAAABE/TNFK5N9mlzE/s1600-h/DJ_Wallpaper_1280-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025505182778735954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb4uVmRpPVI/AAAAAAAAABE/TNFK5N9mlzE/s320/DJ_Wallpaper_1280-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ieri sera siamo andati al Warner Willage a vedere "DREAMGIRLS"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mi aspettavo qualcosina in più sinceramente ma dopotutto nn è stato niente male, anke xkè c'era Beyoncè ke è una gran figa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-1349060872736626168?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/1349060872736626168/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=1349060872736626168' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1349060872736626168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/1349060872736626168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/01/ieri-sera-siamo-andati-al-warner.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Rb4uVmRpPVI/AAAAAAAAABE/TNFK5N9mlzE/s72-c/DJ_Wallpaper_1280-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-8118058387328511494</id><published>2007-01-28T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:30:36.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penso....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Una volta una persona mi ha detto ke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn importa quanto sia buona 1 persona, ogni tanto ti ferirà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E per questo, c'è bisogno ke la perdoni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ci vogliono anni x costruire la fiducia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e solo poki secondi x distruggerla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn dobbiamo cambiare amici,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;se comprendiamo ke gli amici cambiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le circostanze e l'ambiente hanno influenza su di noi, ma noi siamo responsabili di noi stessi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O sarai tu a controllare i tuoi atti o essi controlleranno te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ho imparato ke gli eroi sono persone ke hanno fatto ciò ke era necessario fare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;affrontandone le conseguenze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;La pazienza rikiede molta pratica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ci sono persone ke ci amano, ma ke semplicemente nn sanno come dimostrarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Certe volte, la persona ke tu pensi ti sferrerà il colpo mortale quando cadrai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;è invece una di quelle poche ke ti aiuteranno a rialzarti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Solo xkè qualcuno nn ti ama come tu vorresti, nn significa ke nn ti ami con tutto se stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn si deve mai dire a un bambino ke i sogni sono sciocchezze:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sarebbe una tragedia se lo credesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn sempre è sufficiente essere perdonato da qualcuno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nella maggior parte dei casi sei tu a dover perdonare te stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn importa in quanti pezzi il tuo cuore si è spezzato; il mondo nn si ferma aspettando ke tu lo ripari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forse Dio vuole ke incontriamo un pò di gente sbagliata prima di incontrare quella giusta, così quando finalmente la incontriamo, sapremo come essere riconoscenti x quel regalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando la porta della felicità si kiude, un'altra si apre, ma tante volte guardiamo così a lungo quella kiusa, ke nn vediamo quella ke è stata aperta x noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;La miglior specie d'amico è quel tipo con cui puoi stare seduto in un portico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e camminarci insieme, senza dire 1 parola, e quando vai via senti come se fosse stata la miglior conversazione mai avuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E' vero ke nn conosciamo ciò ke abbiamo prima di perderlo, ma è anke vero ke nn sappiamo ciò ke ci è mancato prima ke arrivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ci vuole solo 1 minuto x offendere qualcuno, 1 ora x piacergli, e un giorno x amarlo...ma ci vuole 1 vita x dimenticarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn cercare le apparenze, possono ingannare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn cercare la salute, anke quella può affievolirsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cerca qualcuno ke ti faccia sorridere xkè ci vuole solo 1 sorriso x far sembrare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brillante 1 giornataccia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trova quello ke fa sorridere il tuo cuore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ci sono momenti nella vita in cui qualcuno ti manca così tanto ke vorresti proprio tirarlo fuori dai tuoi sogni x abbrcciarlo davvero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sogna ciò ke ti va; vai dove vuoi; sii ciò ke vuoi essere, xkè hai solo 1 vita e 1 possibilità di fare le cose ke vuoi fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Puoi avere abbastanza felicità da renderti dolce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;difficoltà a sufficienza da renderti forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dolore abbastanza da renderti umano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;speranza sufficiente da renderti felice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mettiti sempre nei panni degli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se ti senti stretto, probabilmente anke loro si sentono così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le più felici delle persone, nn necessariamente hanno il meglio di ogni cosa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soltanto traggono il meglio da ogni cosa ke capita sul loro cammino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;La felicità è ingannevole x quelli ke piangono, quelli ke fanno male, quelli ke hanno provato, solo così possono apprezzare l'importanza delle persone ke hanno toccato le loro vite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Il miglior futuro è basato sul passato dimenticato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nn puoi andare bene nella vita prima di lasciare andare i tuoi fallimenti passati e i tuoi dolori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando sei nato, stavi piangendo e tutti intorno a te sorridevano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vivi la tua vita in modo ke quando morirai, tu sia l'unico a sorridere e ognuno intorno a te a piangere...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5436490273940189679-8118058387328511494?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/8118058387328511494/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=8118058387328511494' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/8118058387328511494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/8118058387328511494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/01/una-volta-una-persona-mi-ha-detto-ke-nn.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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-5436490273940189679.post-4441960122848835947</id><published>2007-01-18T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:49.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Ra9y7-sAQCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JctZf5ad1kI/s1600-h/Gruppo+Rad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021358484306804770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="256" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Ra9y7-sAQCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JctZf5ad1kI/s320/Gruppo+Rad.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oggi ritornerò in ufficio per &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prendere lo stipendio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Però alla fine mi mancano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;un pò....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi sono davvero divertita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5436490273940189679-4441960122848835947?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/4441960122848835947/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=4441960122848835947' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/4441960122848835947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436490273940189679/posts/default/4441960122848835947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/2007/01/oggi-ritorner-in-ufficio-per-prendere.html' title=''/><author><name>*Anna*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951489663014549734</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Ra9y7-sAQCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JctZf5ad1kI/s72-c/Gruppo+Rad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436490273940189679.post-5012270176139341752</id><published>2007-01-18T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:49:49.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Ra9v7esAQBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QHI--KIA0MA/s1600-h/P8120017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021355177181986834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tw_FME3Ti0/Ra9v7esAQBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QHI--KIA0MA/s200/P8120017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Il mio cucciolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;UFF...mi manki...dove sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;torna a casaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436490273940189679-5012270176139341752?l=fragolona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragolona.blogspot.com/feeds/5012270176139341752/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436490273940189679&amp;postID=5012270176139341752' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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