<?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-28038021</id><updated>2012-02-09T22:42:31.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole, video e...pensieri... e le mie poesie</title><subtitle type='html'>Quante strade devo percorrere prima di poter essere chiamato Uomo?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MyWay</name><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>532</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1933660422988551611</id><published>2012-02-09T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:13:04.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcxA_G-LiHs/TzQoyeFbYKI/AAAAAAAABO0/KnrSsPWV7Cs/s1600/emanuela_de_paula_1280_800_apr112010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcxA_G-LiHs/TzQoyeFbYKI/AAAAAAAABO0/KnrSsPWV7Cs/s320/emanuela_de_paula_1280_800_apr112010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non contare mai i singhiozzi&lt;br /&gt;sul cuscino&lt;br /&gt;nè i desideri tra le stelle&lt;br /&gt;nè i sogni nel tuo cassetto...&lt;br /&gt;sii come il mare,&lt;br /&gt;grande avvolgente regale,&lt;br /&gt;come la luna,&lt;br /&gt;tenera languida complice,&lt;br /&gt;come questa carezza&lt;br /&gt;piccola, troppo piccola,&lt;br /&gt;ma piena di lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;Sono le tue...e sono come le mie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1933660422988551611?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1933660422988551611/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1933660422988551611' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1933660422988551611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1933660422988551611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/02/non-contare-mai-i-singhiozzi-sul.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-fcxA_G-LiHs/TzQoyeFbYKI/AAAAAAAABO0/KnrSsPWV7Cs/s72-c/emanuela_de_paula_1280_800_apr112010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8079236099203899195</id><published>2012-02-06T22:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T22:23:32.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIEj-d66MyU/TzBCejHSEVI/AAAAAAAABOs/l4ReaUWLvEs/s1600/candice_swanepoel_acne-1310127120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIEj-d66MyU/TzBCejHSEVI/AAAAAAAABOs/l4ReaUWLvEs/s320/candice_swanepoel_acne-1310127120.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ovunque...&lt;br /&gt;ovunque sento il tuo profumo di stella,&lt;br /&gt;ovunque i miei occhi incontrano il tuo viso,&lt;br /&gt;ovunque... t’assaggio nei miei sospiri,&lt;br /&gt;ovunque tocco di te la tua freschezza di sogno...&lt;br /&gt;ovunque ti ricerco...silenziosamente, &lt;br /&gt;continuamente, tra le foglie degli alberi,&lt;br /&gt;tra le onde di questo mare,&lt;br /&gt;tra le stelle del cielo...ma no, non qui,&lt;br /&gt;non in questo fazzoletto di notte...&lt;br /&gt;ovunque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8079236099203899195?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8079236099203899195/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8079236099203899195' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8079236099203899195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8079236099203899195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/02/ovunque.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-eIEj-d66MyU/TzBCejHSEVI/AAAAAAAABOs/l4ReaUWLvEs/s72-c/candice_swanepoel_acne-1310127120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7264656256171423226</id><published>2012-02-04T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:43:34.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEXAYq_5DOc/Ty0Z2BWiF1I/AAAAAAAABOc/A4ZMIqw4grY/s1600/bar_rafaeli_1920_1200_jan0620102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEXAYq_5DOc/Ty0Z2BWiF1I/AAAAAAAABOc/A4ZMIqw4grY/s320/bar_rafaeli_1920_1200_jan0620102.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ti incontro, nuvola nel sereno,&lt;br /&gt;ti rivedo, pioggia d'estate,&lt;br /&gt;ti sento, lacrima allegra,&lt;br /&gt;ti ascolto, come tutte le favole.&lt;br /&gt;Sei in tutte le tasche della mia vita&lt;br /&gt;sei in tutti i silenzi del mio cuore,&lt;br /&gt;sei in tutte le chiavi delle mie catene, &lt;br /&gt;sei qui, e m'offri la più dolce delle carezze.&lt;br /&gt;E ho voglia di abbracciarti,&lt;br /&gt;e ho voglia di cancellare il destino,&lt;br /&gt;e ho voglia di consumare la notte. &lt;br /&gt;E non andartene, ora&lt;br /&gt;perchè sono solo un sogno,&lt;br /&gt;sono un gatto rubato alla luna,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;con un coraggio fatto solo di stelle. &lt;br /&gt;Senza di te, solo con l'amore,&lt;br /&gt;non posso che svanire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7264656256171423226?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7264656256171423226/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7264656256171423226' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7264656256171423226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7264656256171423226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-ti-incontro-nuvola-nel-sereno-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-fEXAYq_5DOc/Ty0Z2BWiF1I/AAAAAAAABOc/A4ZMIqw4grY/s72-c/bar_rafaeli_1920_1200_jan0620102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1841404159818309254</id><published>2012-02-01T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:49:19.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyao-YlP6kQ/TymlRzp1c0I/AAAAAAAABOU/PERbwst9DkE/s1600/alessandra-ambrosio-wavy-hairstyle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyao-YlP6kQ/TymlRzp1c0I/AAAAAAAABOU/PERbwst9DkE/s1600/alessandra-ambrosio-wavy-hairstyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi accorsi di amarti&lt;br /&gt;un giorno qualunque&lt;br /&gt;prima che le parole raggiungessero il&amp;nbsp; cuore&lt;br /&gt;prima che i sogni diventassero stelle.&lt;br /&gt;Mi accorsi di volerti,&lt;br /&gt;di rincorrerti ovunque&lt;br /&gt;sentissi il tuo profumo,&lt;br /&gt;ovunque sentissi il tuo calore.&lt;br /&gt;Mi accorsi di volere da te&lt;br /&gt;ogni cosa, di voler donare a te&lt;br /&gt;ogni cosa, di amare di te&lt;br /&gt;ogni cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Mi accorsi che mi tremava la voce,&lt;br /&gt;quando mi avvicinavo troppo&lt;br /&gt;a quelle tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;che non avevo ancora assaggiato.&lt;br /&gt;E mi accorsi di baciarti&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;e di averti accolto nel mio cuore,&lt;br /&gt;là dove presto trovasti rifugio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1841404159818309254?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1841404159818309254/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1841404159818309254' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1841404159818309254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1841404159818309254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/02/mi-accorsi-di-amarti-un-giorno.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-vyao-YlP6kQ/TymlRzp1c0I/AAAAAAAABOU/PERbwst9DkE/s72-c/alessandra-ambrosio-wavy-hairstyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5927705266283766470</id><published>2012-01-28T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:16:41.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVl72CY-mSQ/TyRzv9DBI2I/AAAAAAAABOM/lqSmirEnJeU/s1600/eva_green_36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVl72CY-mSQ/TyRzv9DBI2I/AAAAAAAABOM/lqSmirEnJeU/s320/eva_green_36.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come sono belli i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;quando s'accendono su questa spiaggia&lt;br /&gt;nel calore di quest'abbraccio,&lt;br /&gt;tra le onde che continuano&lt;br /&gt;a sussurrare la loro storia&lt;br /&gt;ai nostri desideri:&lt;br /&gt;s'incantano le nostre mani,&lt;br /&gt;si fermano, tremano, osano,&lt;br /&gt;aspettano che il silenzio&lt;br /&gt;cominci a raccontare&lt;br /&gt;una storia d'amore,&lt;br /&gt;la nostra,&lt;br /&gt;mentre le labbra&lt;br /&gt;si sigillano di delicati baci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5927705266283766470?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5927705266283766470/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5927705266283766470' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5927705266283766470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5927705266283766470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/come-sono-belli-i-tuoi-occhi-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-vVl72CY-mSQ/TyRzv9DBI2I/AAAAAAAABOM/lqSmirEnJeU/s72-c/eva_green_36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2283968855837119886</id><published>2012-01-24T20:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:40:43.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaUBcT3m-OA/Tx8Exh_KMTI/AAAAAAAABOE/-3igLq_Qcbs/s1600/Jessica-Alba_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaUBcT3m-OA/Tx8Exh_KMTI/AAAAAAAABOE/-3igLq_Qcbs/s320/Jessica-Alba_10.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai il mare tra i capelli,&lt;br /&gt;quando lasci che la notte s'intrufoli sulle tue labbra,&lt;br /&gt;morbide come una nuvola, soffici come un fiore,&lt;br /&gt;hai paesaggi di sole, viali di luna&lt;br /&gt;hai brividi, sussulti e fremiti&lt;br /&gt;come la sera d'agosto.&lt;br /&gt;E mare diventi sulla mia pelle, così semplice,&lt;br /&gt;spoglia, come un'onda dell'Oceano,&lt;br /&gt;delicata come bacio, frizzante come un desiderio,&lt;br /&gt;hai le carezze del vento quando ti svesti,&lt;br /&gt;come un albero d'autunno.&lt;br /&gt;E sei come il mare quando incanti i miei sogni,&lt;br /&gt;quando hai il profumo della notte,&lt;br /&gt;i colori della primavera, quando aspetti&lt;br /&gt;su qualche stella i miei sospiri..&lt;br /&gt;allora ti avvicini, m'accarezzi, rinfreschi il mio cuore, &lt;br /&gt;come il mare d'estate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2283968855837119886?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2283968855837119886/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2283968855837119886' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2283968855837119886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2283968855837119886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/hai-il-mare-tra-i-capelli-quando-lasci.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-VaUBcT3m-OA/Tx8Exh_KMTI/AAAAAAAABOE/-3igLq_Qcbs/s72-c/Jessica-Alba_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1478373112973778111</id><published>2012-01-21T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:03:22.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxc846Dff1I/TxsnxkIKJ5I/AAAAAAAABN8/n44xW5qoUQ4/s1600/Amelia-Warner-picture-Z1G29251_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxc846Dff1I/TxsnxkIKJ5I/AAAAAAAABN8/n44xW5qoUQ4/s320/Amelia-Warner-picture-Z1G29251_b.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se solo tu raccogliessi i pezzi del mio cuore,&lt;br /&gt;potrei correre su su per risalire le tue emozioni&lt;br /&gt;e soccorrerti con la felicità.&lt;br /&gt;Ti donerei il mondo,&lt;br /&gt;quello mio, nascosto tra quei baci senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;che hanno tutti su scritto il tuo nome&lt;br /&gt;e ti donerei una chiave,&lt;br /&gt;nascosta in qualche sospiro&lt;br /&gt;perchè tu sola sei la regina dell'impero mio:&lt;br /&gt;non comprende tanti orizzonti&lt;br /&gt;nè tante terre e le nuvole impiegano poco&lt;br /&gt;a volare per i confini.&lt;br /&gt;Quello che posso donarti oggi è tutto in una mano&lt;br /&gt;ed è l'anima mia, che aspetta di respirare&lt;br /&gt;nei tuoi sogni:&lt;br /&gt;con te, vuole essere eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1478373112973778111?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1478373112973778111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1478373112973778111' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1478373112973778111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1478373112973778111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/se-solo-tu-raccogliessi-i-pezzi-del-mio.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-pxc846Dff1I/TxsnxkIKJ5I/AAAAAAAABN8/n44xW5qoUQ4/s72-c/Amelia-Warner-picture-Z1G29251_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4355355773201900789</id><published>2012-01-17T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:04:18.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbZhtkux7AU/TxXUOp4-svI/AAAAAAAABN0/Q5c5lrW7es4/s1600/britney_spears_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbZhtkux7AU/TxXUOp4-svI/AAAAAAAABN0/Q5c5lrW7es4/s320/britney_spears_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Assomigli ad un tenero fiore, esotico,&lt;br /&gt;dai mille colori, dai mille profumi.&lt;br /&gt;Danzando, come una perla,&lt;br /&gt;ti lasci avvolgere dalle carezze del vento&lt;br /&gt;e ti accoccoli da qualche parte&lt;br /&gt;tra la tua voce e i miei baci.&lt;br /&gt;E ti trema la mano&lt;br /&gt;mentre il tuo corpo si veste da farfalla &lt;br /&gt;ed arrossisci&lt;br /&gt;quando ti raccogli come un bocciolo&lt;br /&gt;e ti abbandoni tra brividi e abbracci&lt;br /&gt;di questo, che per me è mistero...&lt;br /&gt;ma vero, perchè ti ritrovo poi,&lt;br /&gt;come candida rosa tra le mie dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4355355773201900789?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4355355773201900789/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4355355773201900789' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4355355773201900789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4355355773201900789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ad-un-tenero-fiore-esotico-dai-mille.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-CbZhtkux7AU/TxXUOp4-svI/AAAAAAAABN0/Q5c5lrW7es4/s72-c/britney_spears_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1012957007049207144</id><published>2012-01-14T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:05:16.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlCF4J6uYrw/TxG1xXbphhI/AAAAAAAABNs/MwKQ7R--uDQ/s1600/miriam-leone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlCF4J6uYrw/TxG1xXbphhI/AAAAAAAABNs/MwKQ7R--uDQ/s320/miriam-leone.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti consegno questo giorno,&lt;br /&gt;amore mio,&lt;br /&gt;te lo lascio tra le mani, tra i capelli,&lt;br /&gt;sulle labbra,&lt;br /&gt;come tutti i baci che ancora devo darti.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso però dormi, sdraiata su di me,&lt;br /&gt;perchè di te è fatto il respiro dei sogni.&lt;br /&gt;E perchè io dorma, finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;sulla lacrima che ti sta scendendo dal viso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1012957007049207144?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1012957007049207144/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1012957007049207144' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1012957007049207144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1012957007049207144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ti-consegno-questo-giorno-amore-mio-te.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-nlCF4J6uYrw/TxG1xXbphhI/AAAAAAAABNs/MwKQ7R--uDQ/s72-c/miriam-leone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4539973624381813718</id><published>2012-01-10T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:58:35.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buonanotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93aYPCfBuq0/TwyKU0BB3WI/AAAAAAAABNk/lfvA_-U5ga0/s1600/tumblr_lfc7s5j60s1qfnzzm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93aYPCfBuq0/TwyKU0BB3WI/AAAAAAAABNk/lfvA_-U5ga0/s320/tumblr_lfc7s5j60s1qfnzzm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stasera ho visto i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;diventare profondi come la notte,&lt;br /&gt;splendenti come il diamante,&lt;br /&gt;colmi come il cuore di un fiore.&lt;br /&gt;Stasera ho visto i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;diventare enormi come il mare,&lt;br /&gt;frizzanti come le onde,&lt;br /&gt;caldi come un nido antico.&lt;br /&gt;Stasera ho visto i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;diventare stelle,&lt;br /&gt;silenziose e leggere come farfalle,&lt;br /&gt;volare fra le carezze,&lt;br /&gt;pian piano...pian&lt;br /&gt;piano...come per addormentarsi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4539973624381813718?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4539973624381813718/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4539973624381813718' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4539973624381813718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4539973624381813718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/buonanotte.html' title='Buonanotte'/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-93aYPCfBuq0/TwyKU0BB3WI/AAAAAAAABNk/lfvA_-U5ga0/s72-c/tumblr_lfc7s5j60s1qfnzzm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6920067245588081955</id><published>2012-01-07T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:53:24.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7JJnYyCDDw/Twgzi3o3ZfI/AAAAAAAABNc/o_Mg7Oiwxcc/s1600/Scarlett-Johansson-Wallpapers-2010-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7JJnYyCDDw/Twgzi3o3ZfI/AAAAAAAABNc/o_Mg7Oiwxcc/s320/Scarlett-Johansson-Wallpapers-2010-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per te, che mi hai scritto sulla pelle&lt;br /&gt;il tuo amore, i tuoi sogni e i tuoi brividi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Per te, una carezza dolce dolce&lt;br /&gt;un abbraccio forte forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Per te, che sei sempre tra le mie parole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;lì dove sei sempre stata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;al di là di noi,&lt;br /&gt;a metà, tra la mia testa e il mio cuore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Per te che ogni sera lasci nella mia notte&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi occhi lucidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;come le stelle più preziose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Per te, prendo una stella e te la poso sulle labbra…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ma ora esprimi un desiderio e soffia forte,&lt;br /&gt;prima di baciarmi...e di ritornare all'amore....&lt;br /&gt;ancora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6920067245588081955?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6920067245588081955/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6920067245588081955' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6920067245588081955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6920067245588081955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-14-microsoftinternetexplorer4_07.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-T7JJnYyCDDw/Twgzi3o3ZfI/AAAAAAAABNc/o_Mg7Oiwxcc/s72-c/Scarlett-Johansson-Wallpapers-2010-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7242423906159005089</id><published>2012-01-03T22:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:07:29.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dx1Acqq_6lg/TwNzk2RDaNI/AAAAAAAABNU/YecqFYXKXio/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dx1Acqq_6lg/TwNzk2RDaNI/AAAAAAAABNU/YecqFYXKXio/s320/10.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vicino, lontano, ovunque tu sia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;sento ancora il tuo profumo&lt;br /&gt;di mattina e di rosa appena sbocciata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vicino, lontano, ovunque tu sia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;m’accorgo che ci sono cose in questo silenzio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;che nemmeno il mare può contenere&lt;br /&gt;tanti sono i desideri accartocciati nella mia mano&lt;br /&gt;che percorre ancora la luna del tuo seno,&lt;br /&gt;e disegna stelle sul tuo corpo di sogno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vicino, lontano, ovunque tu sia&lt;br /&gt;lascio lì, sul tuo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;lascio le mie labbra&lt;br /&gt;e il mio cuore sulle tue labbra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;e le emozioni che corrono su su&lt;br /&gt;per la schiena, diventano brividi,&lt;br /&gt;diventano abbracci e poi baci...&lt;br /&gt;e baci, e baci...Vicino, lontano, ovunque tu sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;anche in questo silenzio.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7242423906159005089?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7242423906159005089/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7242423906159005089' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7242423906159005089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7242423906159005089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-14-microsoftinternetexplorer4_03.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-dx1Acqq_6lg/TwNzk2RDaNI/AAAAAAAABNU/YecqFYXKXio/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-302037137661255563</id><published>2012-01-01T20:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:07:39.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txeg8fZahtM/TwC00Lw3QxI/AAAAAAAABM8/gibNUVw-r2E/s1600/291993_2582725409371_1291537279_33002377_397515327_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txeg8fZahtM/TwC00Lw3QxI/AAAAAAAABM8/gibNUVw-r2E/s320/291993_2582725409371_1291537279_33002377_397515327_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hai il sapore del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;quando la pioggia colora di limpidezza&lt;br /&gt;l'aria,&lt;br /&gt;hai il profumo dei fiori teneri&lt;br /&gt;del prato mattutino,&lt;br /&gt;lisci, morbidi, per le umide carezze&lt;br /&gt;della notte;&lt;br /&gt;hai il sorriso del mare,&lt;br /&gt;quando ti svegli, con le lacrime&lt;br /&gt;di quei sogni tanto sospirati&lt;br /&gt;che fanno ancora capolino sul tuo viso.&lt;br /&gt;Hai la morbidezza della speranza,&lt;br /&gt;hai l'eco dei sospiri,&lt;br /&gt;e la brezza della sera:&lt;br /&gt;sì, ti voglio ora, ti cerco ora,&lt;br /&gt;sento il ribollire dell'anima mia&lt;br /&gt;sulle onde del tuo nome.&lt;br /&gt;È qui, qui dentro il nome tuo,&lt;br /&gt;da quel giorno, da quella sera,&lt;br /&gt;da quell'istante in cui le mie labbra&lt;br /&gt;stavano per incontrare le tue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-302037137661255563?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/302037137661255563/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=302037137661255563' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/302037137661255563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/302037137661255563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-14-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-txeg8fZahtM/TwC00Lw3QxI/AAAAAAAABM8/gibNUVw-r2E/s72-c/291993_2582725409371_1291537279_33002377_397515327_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-495752378634278421</id><published>2012-01-01T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:27:46.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnp7_SxMcpw/TwClH8R4rPI/AAAAAAAABMk/GPhg1fbyMG4/s1600/buon-anno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnp7_SxMcpw/TwClH8R4rPI/AAAAAAAABMk/GPhg1fbyMG4/s320/buon-anno.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Auguri di cuore, a tutti voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-495752378634278421?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/495752378634278421/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=495752378634278421' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/495752378634278421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/495752378634278421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2012/01/auguri-di-cuore-tutti-voi.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-Jnp7_SxMcpw/TwClH8R4rPI/AAAAAAAABMk/GPhg1fbyMG4/s72-c/buon-anno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4715245301244139115</id><published>2011-12-30T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:35:36.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV8HAbS9Sw8/Tv4fWFsdV2I/AAAAAAAABMY/dAY2s_cD4rA/s1600/michela-quattrociocche-nel-film.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV8HAbS9Sw8/Tv4fWFsdV2I/AAAAAAAABMY/dAY2s_cD4rA/s320/michela-quattrociocche-nel-film.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chissà se mi hai mai pensato&lt;br /&gt;quando chiudi gli occhi, &lt;br /&gt;poco prima di addormentarti.&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se hai mai ascoltato&lt;br /&gt;la mia voce quando dal tuo cuore&lt;br /&gt;corre e corre e si fa brivido,&lt;br /&gt;prima che rimanga imprigionata, &lt;br /&gt;chissà, dentro una canzone&lt;br /&gt;o dentro una poesia&lt;br /&gt;…che leggerò,&lt;br /&gt;ogni volta che avrò voglia&lt;br /&gt;di vederti,&lt;br /&gt;di sentirti,&lt;br /&gt;di assaggiarti ancora, &lt;br /&gt;limpida e intrigante, nascosta,&lt;br /&gt;chissà, perfino nel cuore di una rosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;tu, così fresca, così lucente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;quando esci dai sogni miei&lt;br /&gt;...come se indossassi il mondo tutto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4715245301244139115?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4715245301244139115/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4715245301244139115' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4715245301244139115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4715245301244139115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/normal-0-14-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-tV8HAbS9Sw8/Tv4fWFsdV2I/AAAAAAAABMY/dAY2s_cD4rA/s72-c/michela-quattrociocche-nel-film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2504648409235138973</id><published>2011-12-27T14:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:35:02.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS7McU3eREQ/TvnVELsmP-I/AAAAAAAABMM/gV-dyP1kNRw/s1600/Michela_Quattrociocche---04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS7McU3eREQ/TvnVELsmP-I/AAAAAAAABMM/gV-dyP1kNRw/s400/Michela_Quattrociocche---04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690813871995371490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baci, baci d'inverno, baci d'estate&lt;br /&gt;baci, di nuovo è venuta la notte, &lt;br /&gt;baci, di nuovo volate da me&lt;br /&gt;con gli aquiloni di tutti i bambini&lt;br /&gt;baci volate da me &lt;br /&gt;con gli aeroplanini di carta&lt;br /&gt;e i sogni dei fidanzatini.&lt;br /&gt;Baci, baci d'inverno, baci d'estate&lt;br /&gt;non fermatevi al tribunale dei sentimenti.&lt;br /&gt;Baci, fate fiorire terre piene di magia&lt;br /&gt;baci d'inverno, baci d'estate&lt;br /&gt;fate di queste braccia due ali prestate&lt;br /&gt;e su queste labbra una notte restate&lt;br /&gt;Baci, baci d'inverno e baci d'estate&lt;br /&gt;portate anche a me un po’ di pace&lt;br /&gt;andate da lei, dove il cielo si posa&lt;br /&gt;e su quelle labbra sussurrate ogni cosa&lt;br /&gt;di questo cuore, di queste labbra&lt;br /&gt;di questi sogni che chiaman il suo nome&lt;br /&gt;Baci, baci d'inverno, baci d'estate&lt;br /&gt;tornate presto a render vera&lt;br /&gt;ogni preghiera, lo so ognivolta la stessa&lt;br /&gt;ma tornate presto, come Primavera&lt;br /&gt;a sigillar con i baci questa promessa:&lt;br /&gt;che l'amo, che l'amo, che l'amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2504648409235138973?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2504648409235138973/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2504648409235138973' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2504648409235138973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2504648409235138973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/baci-baci-dinverno-baci-destate-baci-di.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-aS7McU3eREQ/TvnVELsmP-I/AAAAAAAABMM/gV-dyP1kNRw/s72-c/Michela_Quattrociocche---04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3432172943306390965</id><published>2011-12-23T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:29:11.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JY-170lHja8/TvSsUz0CCPI/AAAAAAAABMA/QnAPJyKjd3k/s1600/8196649-immagine-vettoriale-di-silhouette-bianca-della-palla-di-natale-su-sfondo-nero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JY-170lHja8/TvSsUz0CCPI/AAAAAAAABMA/QnAPJyKjd3k/s400/8196649-immagine-vettoriale-di-silhouette-bianca-della-palla-di-natale-su-sfondo-nero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689361702781585650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che ognuno possa trovare la serenità che cerca&lt;br /&gt;Buon Natale a tutti voi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3432172943306390965?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3432172943306390965/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3432172943306390965' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3432172943306390965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3432172943306390965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/che-ognuno-possa-trovare-la-serenita.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-JY-170lHja8/TvSsUz0CCPI/AAAAAAAABMA/QnAPJyKjd3k/s72-c/8196649-immagine-vettoriale-di-silhouette-bianca-della-palla-di-natale-su-sfondo-nero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5520128059113525753</id><published>2011-12-19T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:41:31.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvrPAzNH85k/Tu-hbu6gfAI/AAAAAAAABLk/CeM99CFgv8M/s1600/Charlize%2BTheron-0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvrPAzNH85k/Tu-hbu6gfAI/AAAAAAAABLk/CeM99CFgv8M/s400/Charlize%2BTheron-0811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687942352214195202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse un mattino&lt;br /&gt;o proprio quella notte&lt;br /&gt;m'accorsi del lungo silenzio&lt;br /&gt;dopo i tuoi baci.&lt;br /&gt;E allora prendimi i miei baci&lt;br /&gt;quando la sera si stende&lt;br /&gt;sui nostri letti&lt;br /&gt;come la curva del più bel seno&lt;br /&gt;a coprirmi di ombre&lt;br /&gt;e di promesse d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;Forse quel mattino&lt;br /&gt;o proprio una notte&lt;br /&gt;m'accorsi di voler capovolgere&lt;br /&gt;il mondo tutto&lt;br /&gt;per bagnare con le stelle&lt;br /&gt;i sogni che m'abitano il cuore&lt;br /&gt;e poi scrivere a te &lt;br /&gt;fino alla sponda del mattino&lt;br /&gt;lettere tremanti colme dei ricordi di ieri&lt;br /&gt;Forse quella sera&lt;br /&gt;o proprio questa sera&lt;br /&gt;m'accorsi di quanto pesano &lt;br /&gt;le parole "mi manchi".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5520128059113525753?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5520128059113525753/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5520128059113525753' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5520128059113525753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5520128059113525753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/forse-un-mattino-o-proprio-quella-notte.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-gvrPAzNH85k/Tu-hbu6gfAI/AAAAAAAABLk/CeM99CFgv8M/s72-c/Charlize%2BTheron-0811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5385374676768376350</id><published>2011-12-12T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:01:23.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbej0-2xo4U/TuZPf5fCHbI/AAAAAAAABLY/gNQrdiNNa_c/s1600/liv-tyler-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbej0-2xo4U/TuZPf5fCHbI/AAAAAAAABLY/gNQrdiNNa_c/s400/liv-tyler-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685318989027351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amore è proprio questo&lt;br /&gt;quando lo sguardo incontra il cielo&lt;br /&gt;e al di là delle nuvole &lt;br /&gt;cerca una felicità celeste senza paure&lt;br /&gt;L'amore è proprio questo&lt;br /&gt;quando il silenzio dell'uomo&lt;br /&gt;si confonde col silenzio di dio&lt;br /&gt;ad abitare un Paradiso &lt;br /&gt;regàle di mille parole&lt;br /&gt;L'amore è proprio questo&lt;br /&gt;quando il cuore d'un uomo &lt;br /&gt;rinasce in uno sguardo &lt;br /&gt;più ricco, più vero, più aureo,&lt;br /&gt;uno sguardo che è già Noi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma non v'è felicità, nè Paradiso,&lt;br /&gt;nè un Noi che non nasca ancora &lt;br /&gt;e ancora una volta&lt;br /&gt;da questi poveri occhi&lt;br /&gt;da queste povere mani&lt;br /&gt;da questi poveri baci.&lt;br /&gt;Dei vincitori si cantan le guerre,&lt;br /&gt;dei poveri si cantan gli amori&lt;br /&gt;perchè i semplici l'han sempre saputo&lt;br /&gt;che l'amore è la vittoria dei feriti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5385374676768376350?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5385374676768376350/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5385374676768376350' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5385374676768376350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5385374676768376350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/lamore-e-proprio-questo-quando-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-Xbej0-2xo4U/TuZPf5fCHbI/AAAAAAAABLY/gNQrdiNNa_c/s72-c/liv-tyler-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8003929168984760894</id><published>2011-12-05T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:39:51.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PF1ej07ez2c/Tt0sEb-dnII/AAAAAAAABLM/TR6Fue8CIuI/s1600/uNbdljKTfKNAn0E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PF1ej07ez2c/Tt0sEb-dnII/AAAAAAAABLM/TR6Fue8CIuI/s400/uNbdljKTfKNAn0E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682746759552277634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di cosa ha bisogno un cuore&lt;br /&gt;che non conosce parole&lt;br /&gt;che non rispetta ordini&lt;br /&gt;che non segue strade segnate&lt;br /&gt;ma che continuamente trascina&lt;br /&gt;e rende schiava l'anima fragile?&lt;br /&gt;di cosa ha bisogno questo cuore&lt;br /&gt;che niente più ascolta&lt;br /&gt;che nessuna ferita ferma&lt;br /&gt;che nessun ricordo calma?&lt;br /&gt;Di cosa ha bisogno questo mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;che brucia e arde e s'incendia&lt;br /&gt;d'una passione che chiama eterna&lt;br /&gt;e in quel suo silenzio &lt;br /&gt;risuona l'universo tutto,&lt;br /&gt;che m'ordina di ascoltare la vita:&lt;br /&gt;e io non so ancora, perchè mai,&lt;br /&gt;mi porta lì, a morire sulle tue labbra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8003929168984760894?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8003929168984760894/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8003929168984760894' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8003929168984760894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8003929168984760894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/di-cosa-ha-bisogno-un-cuore-che-non.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-PF1ej07ez2c/Tt0sEb-dnII/AAAAAAAABLM/TR6Fue8CIuI/s72-c/uNbdljKTfKNAn0E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6424626991345207753</id><published>2011-12-01T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:15:43.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xoMZ63YWQk/Ttfuefw3PsI/AAAAAAAABLA/ck542t0xuKg/s1600/filangieri8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xoMZ63YWQk/Ttfuefw3PsI/AAAAAAAABLA/ck542t0xuKg/s400/filangieri8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681271662641102530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davvero i tuoi occhi &lt;br /&gt;sanno di cielo e di mare&lt;br /&gt;e pieni di stelle fanno da porto&lt;br /&gt;ai tuoi sorrisi pieni di baci&lt;br /&gt;Davvero quegli occhi&lt;br /&gt;accendono eternamente le ore&lt;br /&gt;e eternamente fanno durare i minuti&lt;br /&gt;quando conto i baci non dati&lt;br /&gt;come si fa con le margherite.&lt;br /&gt;Davvero quegli occhi &lt;br /&gt;sono il germoglio dei miei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;e insegnano al mio amore il perdono&lt;br /&gt;e al mio cuore il dolore.&lt;br /&gt;Davvero quegli occhi &lt;br /&gt;sanno di paradiso&lt;br /&gt;e m'accompagnano sempre dinanzi a te,&lt;br /&gt;nella notte, e mi chiedono &lt;br /&gt;un inchino e mi promettono un altro bacio&lt;br /&gt;e un'altra notte d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;Non so, ma così mi guardano&lt;br /&gt;e così mi parlano &lt;br /&gt;questi tuoi occhi di giada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6424626991345207753?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6424626991345207753/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6424626991345207753' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6424626991345207753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6424626991345207753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/12/davvero-i-tuoi-occhi-sanno-di-cielo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-3xoMZ63YWQk/Ttfuefw3PsI/AAAAAAAABLA/ck542t0xuKg/s72-c/filangieri8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-9114889604356498184</id><published>2011-11-26T18:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:56:01.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD3hmQEwqKw/TtEoH6lY26I/AAAAAAAABK0/Yr6VSnsnGxg/s1600/adriana_lima_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD3hmQEwqKw/TtEoH6lY26I/AAAAAAAABK0/Yr6VSnsnGxg/s400/adriana_lima_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679364721541176226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di te, che amo e che m’ami&lt;br /&gt;conosco i colori più cari&lt;br /&gt;quando si illuminano come cielo &lt;br /&gt;e si schiudono senza timore&lt;br /&gt;come perle e fiori sul tuo volto&lt;br /&gt;Per te, che amo e che m’ami&lt;br /&gt;i miei occhi cercano stelle&lt;br /&gt;e cercano mari per misurare&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi sogni e poi si chiudono&lt;br /&gt;in fondo al mio cuore, laddove&lt;br /&gt;tu regni come celeste principessa&lt;br /&gt;Con te, che amo e che m’ami&lt;br /&gt;trovo le ali argentate di chissà&lt;br /&gt;quale destino, e il coraggio ancora &lt;br /&gt;per chiederti di stringermi a te&lt;br /&gt;scambiando le lacrime con la felicità &lt;br /&gt;Da te, che amo e che m’ami&lt;br /&gt;non posso trovare rifugio&lt;br /&gt;e l’eternità è tutta nella mia mano, &lt;br /&gt;dove il vento suona come violino &lt;br /&gt;a contare il numero dei nostri baci&lt;br /&gt;che non conoscono&lt;br /&gt;come tutte le cose belle&lt;br /&gt;né inizio né fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-9114889604356498184?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/9114889604356498184/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=9114889604356498184' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/9114889604356498184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/9114889604356498184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/di-te-che-amo-e-che-mami-conosco-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-nD3hmQEwqKw/TtEoH6lY26I/AAAAAAAABK0/Yr6VSnsnGxg/s72-c/adriana_lima_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4895967341626669556</id><published>2011-11-22T19:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:04:01.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhnmZrVzaSE/Tsvx6H0GOqI/AAAAAAAABKo/Yyli1SwUj6I/s1600/102319Bella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhnmZrVzaSE/Tsvx6H0GOqI/AAAAAAAABKo/Yyli1SwUj6I/s400/102319Bella2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677897736062909090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia mano afferra a volte&lt;br /&gt;le nuvole, e chiede ad ognuna&lt;br /&gt;quali sono i sogni loro&lt;br /&gt;per farle volare così in alto.&lt;br /&gt;La mia mano afferra a volte&lt;br /&gt;le stelle, e chiede ad ognuna&lt;br /&gt;di chi sono quegli occhi &lt;br /&gt;che sono caduti nei miei.&lt;br /&gt;La mia mano afferra a volte&lt;br /&gt;il vento, e chiede sempre&lt;br /&gt;qual'è il segreto che custodisce&lt;br /&gt;per correre da mano a mano.&lt;br /&gt;La mia mano afferra a volte&lt;br /&gt;una penna, e le chiede sempre&lt;br /&gt;quali sono le parole più belle&lt;br /&gt;per parlare al tuo cuore di donna.&lt;br /&gt;La mia mano afferra a volte&lt;br /&gt;la tua, e allora dimentico tutto&lt;br /&gt;e tutto diventa i tuoi baci i tuoi baci i tuoi baci&lt;br /&gt;le tue labbra le tue labbra le tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;le tue mani le tue mani le tue mani...&lt;br /&gt;anche il mio nome scompare&lt;br /&gt;se sussurro il tuo di nome&lt;br /&gt;quando ti bacio la mano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4895967341626669556?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4895967341626669556/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4895967341626669556' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4895967341626669556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4895967341626669556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-mia-mano-afferra-volte-le-nuvole-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-yhnmZrVzaSE/Tsvx6H0GOqI/AAAAAAAABKo/Yyli1SwUj6I/s72-c/102319Bella2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5647219842150621475</id><published>2011-11-17T20:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:52:01.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMvSlmCXF-0/TsVx8c9bLpI/AAAAAAAABKc/dIpj9pHHvHc/s1600/camilla-belle-flawless-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMvSlmCXF-0/TsVx8c9bLpI/AAAAAAAABKc/dIpj9pHHvHc/s400/camilla-belle-flawless-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676068188750294674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là dove finiscono le mie labbra&lt;br /&gt;iniziano le tue,&lt;br /&gt;le une alle altre così vicine&lt;br /&gt;che prima di volare via&lt;br /&gt;i miei sogni ti credono mia.&lt;br /&gt;La dove finiscono le mie labbra&lt;br /&gt;iniziano le tue,&lt;br /&gt;che tremano e si cercano &lt;br /&gt;e si sciolgono in tanti e&lt;br /&gt;in mille duemila altri istanti&lt;br /&gt;Là dove finiscono le mie labbra&lt;br /&gt;iniziano le tue,&lt;br /&gt;così che i miei occhi sono i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;e la nostra voce dice 'taci' &lt;br /&gt;là dove non si copre ancora di baci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5647219842150621475?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5647219842150621475/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5647219842150621475' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5647219842150621475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5647219842150621475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-dove-finiscono-le-mie-labbra.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-LMvSlmCXF-0/TsVx8c9bLpI/AAAAAAAABKc/dIpj9pHHvHc/s72-c/camilla-belle-flawless-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2056297670912061022</id><published>2011-11-13T19:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:51:05.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH4ffEfRBPU/TsARiKuNPBI/AAAAAAAABKE/yaDkw1X4Clc/s1600/Kristen-Stewart-twilight-belly-hot-celeb-hd-desktop-wallpaper-screensaver-background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH4ffEfRBPU/TsARiKuNPBI/AAAAAAAABKE/yaDkw1X4Clc/s400/Kristen-Stewart-twilight-belly-hot-celeb-hd-desktop-wallpaper-screensaver-background.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674554809178209298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni sogno s’è innamorato &lt;br /&gt;della notte&lt;br /&gt;da quando ho dipinto i tuoi occhi &lt;br /&gt;nel cielo &lt;br /&gt;ogni cuore s’è innamorato &lt;br /&gt;della luna&lt;br /&gt;da quando ho regalato alle stelle &lt;br /&gt;i tuoi sospiri&lt;br /&gt;ogni amante s’è innamorato &lt;br /&gt;d’una rosa&lt;br /&gt;da quando ho nascosto il tuo sorriso &lt;br /&gt;nella primavera&lt;br /&gt;Amore mio, dà al mondo la tua bellezza,&lt;br /&gt;ma dà a me le labbra per questo bacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2056297670912061022?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2056297670912061022/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2056297670912061022' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2056297670912061022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2056297670912061022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/ogni-sogno-se-innamorato-della-notte-da.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-GH4ffEfRBPU/TsARiKuNPBI/AAAAAAAABKE/yaDkw1X4Clc/s72-c/Kristen-Stewart-twilight-belly-hot-celeb-hd-desktop-wallpaper-screensaver-background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4530208941318889410</id><published>2011-11-09T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:57:41.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY6mdnPG1tI/TrrbLkv8yMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aprD-FgMUFs/s1600/carbonero-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY6mdnPG1tI/TrrbLkv8yMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aprD-FgMUFs/s400/carbonero-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673087672516397250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima di noi, o amore,&lt;br /&gt;che colore aveva il cielo&lt;br /&gt;e dimmi, amore,&lt;br /&gt;prima di noi, il mare,&lt;br /&gt;il cielo, il pane, le rose,&lt;br /&gt;avevano già il loro profumo?&lt;br /&gt;Prima di noi, o amore,&lt;br /&gt;che paure avevo nell’animo mio,&lt;br /&gt;e dimmi, amore,&lt;br /&gt;prima di noi, le lacrime&lt;br /&gt;il dolore, l’ardore, la passione,&lt;br /&gt;avevano tutte già ristoro in me?&lt;br /&gt;Prima di noi, o amore,&lt;br /&gt;che sapore aveva la vita&lt;br /&gt;e dimmi, amore,&lt;br /&gt;prima di noi, il tempo,&lt;br /&gt;il destino, la fede, la morte,&lt;br /&gt;avevano già paura di noi?&lt;br /&gt;Prima di noi, o amore,&lt;br /&gt;c’era già la primavera,&lt;br /&gt;e dimmi, amore&lt;br /&gt;prima di noi, c’erano stelle nel cielo&lt;br /&gt;che ci raccontassero per bene &lt;br /&gt;il segreto dell’amore?&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi, amore,&lt;br /&gt;anche tu, solo in noi,&lt;br /&gt;hai trovato le parole dell’amore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4530208941318889410?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4530208941318889410/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4530208941318889410' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4530208941318889410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4530208941318889410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/prima-di-noi-o-amore-che-colore-aveva.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-yY6mdnPG1tI/TrrbLkv8yMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aprD-FgMUFs/s72-c/carbonero-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7374309544147661812</id><published>2011-11-06T19:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:19:21.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iP92a7NHIeU/TrbVhKBahjI/AAAAAAAABJU/CHGG5NK_NC0/s1600/KSRPCC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iP92a7NHIeU/TrbVhKBahjI/AAAAAAAABJU/CHGG5NK_NC0/s400/KSRPCC3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671955546322404914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un’ora e un’ora ancora&lt;br /&gt;per dirti ancora &lt;br /&gt;di quando m’hai toccato&lt;br /&gt;di quando t’ho toccato&lt;br /&gt;con un bacio,&lt;br /&gt;un bacio tutto vero.&lt;br /&gt;Un’ora e un’ora ancora&lt;br /&gt;per  dirti ancora&lt;br /&gt;di quanto m’hai regalato&lt;br /&gt;di quanto t’ho regalato&lt;br /&gt;con un cuore,&lt;br /&gt;un cuore tutto intero.&lt;br /&gt;Un’ora e un’ora ancora&lt;br /&gt;per dirti ancora&lt;br /&gt;di quel sogno che m’hai sussurrato&lt;br /&gt;di quel sogno che t’ho sussurrato&lt;br /&gt;con una magia,&lt;br /&gt;una magia tutta seria.&lt;br /&gt;Un’ora e un’ora ancora&lt;br /&gt;per dirti ancora&lt;br /&gt;di quell’ora che m’hai dato&lt;br /&gt;di quell’ora che t’ho dato&lt;br /&gt;con una speranza,&lt;br /&gt;una speranza fra le righe.&lt;br /&gt;Una speranza per la vita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7374309544147661812?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7374309544147661812/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7374309544147661812' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7374309544147661812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7374309544147661812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/unora-e-unora-ancora-per-dirti-ancora.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-iP92a7NHIeU/TrbVhKBahjI/AAAAAAAABJU/CHGG5NK_NC0/s72-c/KSRPCC3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5306865547077596481</id><published>2011-11-01T22:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:23:38.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6mnrgA1onI/TrBjAnnHwXI/AAAAAAAABIY/Hg_k0gp_-po/s1600/600full-keira-knightley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6mnrgA1onI/TrBjAnnHwXI/AAAAAAAABIY/Hg_k0gp_-po/s400/600full-keira-knightley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670140793143673202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con una maschera sarei venuto da te, &lt;br /&gt;questa notte, vestito solo di me,&lt;br /&gt;perché tu mi avresti aiutato a cercare &lt;br /&gt;il mio viso, &lt;br /&gt;perché avresti trovato il vestito  &lt;br /&gt;delle mie parole&lt;br /&gt;e perché avresti capito come queste labbra &lt;br /&gt;avrebbero voluto baciarti.&lt;br /&gt;Con una maschera sarei venuto da te,&lt;br /&gt;questa notte, per sfiorare la tua pelle di giada&lt;br /&gt;e per chiedere il permesso&lt;br /&gt;d’ascoltare la tua voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure credo ancora che &lt;br /&gt;senza maschera sarei venuto da te&lt;br /&gt;solo per vivere quel bacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5306865547077596481?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5306865547077596481/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5306865547077596481' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5306865547077596481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5306865547077596481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/11/con-una-maschera-sarei-venuto-da-te.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-p6mnrgA1onI/TrBjAnnHwXI/AAAAAAAABIY/Hg_k0gp_-po/s72-c/600full-keira-knightley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-9014042108331493139</id><published>2011-10-30T18:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:58:54.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxgBvsBX4EE/Tq2PjDtRSQI/AAAAAAAABIM/aNC5lIKi1C4/s1600/medium_martina-stella-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxgBvsBX4EE/Tq2PjDtRSQI/AAAAAAAABIM/aNC5lIKi1C4/s400/medium_martina-stella-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669345338382698754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mio è un desiderio piccolo&lt;br /&gt;ma mai leggero e che accende sempre un fuoco&lt;br /&gt;quando ti desidero come un amante,&lt;br /&gt;segretamente, tra il piacere e il dolore.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio è un desiderio profumato&lt;br /&gt;che trovo la sera, nascosto, nel vento del tramonto&lt;br /&gt;o ancora nell’anima dell’alba&lt;br /&gt;quando la sua ombra sta per diventare tutta piena luce.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio è un desiderio senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;senza futuro e senza passato &lt;br /&gt;che ascolto perché non so fare altrimenti&lt;br /&gt;Il mio è un desiderio solo se ci sei tu,&lt;br /&gt;che sei così lontana nella mia voce&lt;br /&gt;e così vicina nell’eco di questo tiamo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-9014042108331493139?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/9014042108331493139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=9014042108331493139' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/9014042108331493139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/9014042108331493139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/il-mio-e-un-desiderio-piccolo-ma-mai.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-wxgBvsBX4EE/Tq2PjDtRSQI/AAAAAAAABIM/aNC5lIKi1C4/s72-c/medium_martina-stella-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5431928559377081511</id><published>2011-10-27T20:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:00:52.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43nPdU7kjjY/TqmpCDrNE7I/AAAAAAAABIA/bhUbVwsWyy0/s1600/charlize_theron_1920_1200_may222011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43nPdU7kjjY/TqmpCDrNE7I/AAAAAAAABIA/bhUbVwsWyy0/s400/charlize_theron_1920_1200_may222011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668247458833830834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentre ti bacio, non ti svegliare, anima mia&lt;br /&gt;Che sei colorata come l’orizzonte, &lt;br /&gt;che sei cara come la vita,&lt;br /&gt;e ti addormenti ogni sera  &lt;br /&gt;cullata nel mio cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre ti bacio, non ti svegliare, anima mia&lt;br /&gt;che la tua candida luce è già alba&lt;br /&gt;e nasce spontanea nei tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;quando, come primavera, mi chiama a te.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre ti bacio, non ti svegliare, anima mia&lt;br /&gt;perché da quando abito le tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;non v’è tempo che non si sciolga&lt;br /&gt;al suon delle parole tue. &lt;br /&gt;E con questo ti amo qui&lt;br /&gt;ho imparato una sola parola:&lt;br /&gt;insieme.&lt;br /&gt;E ho conosciuto un solo verbo:&lt;br /&gt;saremo.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre ti bacio,  non ti svegliare, anima mia &lt;br /&gt;perché ora, viviamo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5431928559377081511?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5431928559377081511/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5431928559377081511' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5431928559377081511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5431928559377081511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/mentre-ti-bacio-non-ti-svegliare-anima.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-43nPdU7kjjY/TqmpCDrNE7I/AAAAAAAABIA/bhUbVwsWyy0/s72-c/charlize_theron_1920_1200_may222011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8586507303320523412</id><published>2011-10-24T23:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:51:59.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnOqQBzK5cs/TqXZBSZQgFI/AAAAAAAABH0/c0MkI_FGB90/s1600/Jennifer-love-hewitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnOqQBzK5cs/TqXZBSZQgFI/AAAAAAAABH0/c0MkI_FGB90/s400/Jennifer-love-hewitt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667174322256511058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdona il mio amore,&lt;br /&gt;fatto di terra, fatto di sole,&lt;br /&gt;e me che sul marmo della notte&lt;br /&gt;perdo il rosario delle mie storie&lt;br /&gt;e ora non ho regali, da offrirti amore.&lt;br /&gt;Perdona il mio amore,&lt;br /&gt;mentre t’abbraccio&lt;br /&gt;mentre mi perdo ancora tra le tue dita&lt;br /&gt;nel silenzio d’un fiore&lt;br /&gt;che ancora non sa &lt;br /&gt;che cos’è che fa grande l’amore&lt;br /&gt;Perdona il mio amore,&lt;br /&gt;fatto di rosso e fatto di seta,&lt;br /&gt;che come tramonto va in cerca di te&lt;br /&gt;mentre perdo la notte con i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;e per dirti il mio amore &lt;br /&gt;ora non ho alba né sole né cuore&lt;br /&gt;Perdona il mio amore,&lt;br /&gt;fatto di carta, fatto a metà&lt;br /&gt;che una parola adesso non ha &lt;br /&gt;per raccontarti il terrore di svegliarsi di già. &lt;br /&gt;Perdona il mio amore,&lt;br /&gt;che sa baciare solo i tuoi baci, amore.&lt;br /&gt;E avrà ancora tempo per l’eternità&lt;br /&gt;se ci perdiamo com’ora in ogni momento&lt;br /&gt;in questo bacio, fatto di vento, fatto di vita &lt;br /&gt;che assomiglia alla nostra stella che va &lt;br /&gt;a cantare l’amore lontano lontano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8586507303320523412?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8586507303320523412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8586507303320523412' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8586507303320523412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8586507303320523412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/perdona-il-mio-amore-fatto-di-terra.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-hnOqQBzK5cs/TqXZBSZQgFI/AAAAAAAABH0/c0MkI_FGB90/s72-c/Jennifer-love-hewitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5264623210190864688</id><published>2011-10-24T01:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:26:37.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNEQ129yLlQ/TqSdQVNcnKI/AAAAAAAABHo/XQB73SPzG8Y/s1600/Megan-megan-fox-1679055-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNEQ129yLlQ/TqSdQVNcnKI/AAAAAAAABHo/XQB73SPzG8Y/s400/Megan-megan-fox-1679055-1024-768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666827135035940002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amore, sei così silenziosa, quasi come la notte,&lt;br /&gt;e mi prendi la mano, e scivoli via sui miei sogni.&lt;br /&gt;E te ne vai, sulla coda di una cometa  &lt;br /&gt;e disegni le stelle con tutti i miei baci.&lt;br /&gt;O amore, sei così silenziosa, quasi come la notte,&lt;br /&gt;e sembri lontana, come il futuro.&lt;br /&gt;E ascolti il mio cuore, come voce in ginocchio&lt;br /&gt;poi mi raggiungi come un angelo dal suo Paradiso.&lt;br /&gt;O amore, sei così silenziosa, perché sei come la notte,&lt;br /&gt;tu come l’alba del mondo, tu come la pelle mia,&lt;br /&gt;canti la gioia e la malinconia&lt;br /&gt;e sulle tue labbra assomigli a tutte le parole mie&lt;br /&gt;O amore, sei così silenziosa, perché sei come la notte&lt;br /&gt;e rendi la vita, piena e segreta, come i Noi in tutti i per sempre&lt;br /&gt;E cerchi i miei occhi, come il mio amore&lt;br /&gt;perché mi basta un sorriso, per piangere ancora, ancora per te.&lt;br /&gt;Ma mi basta una notte, per amare ancora, ancora con te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5264623210190864688?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5264623210190864688/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5264623210190864688' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5264623210190864688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5264623210190864688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-amore-sei-cosi-silenziosa-quasi-come.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-eNEQ129yLlQ/TqSdQVNcnKI/AAAAAAAABHo/XQB73SPzG8Y/s72-c/Megan-megan-fox-1679055-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8760529325168690006</id><published>2011-10-20T22:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:02:08.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbO_EJ0X_GI/TqCF8RDadBI/AAAAAAAABHc/7slV3vRKZKg/s1600/ghost_whisperer-11060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbO_EJ0X_GI/TqCF8RDadBI/AAAAAAAABHc/7slV3vRKZKg/s400/ghost_whisperer-11060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675601648448530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labbra, dolci labbra&lt;br /&gt;ho adagiato i sogni &lt;br /&gt;sopra un respiro,&lt;br /&gt;labbra, dolci labbra&lt;br /&gt;diventate pelle &lt;br /&gt;per vestire le mie parole,&lt;br /&gt;diventate terra senza silenzio&lt;br /&gt;raccogliete i miei sorrisi&lt;br /&gt;confusi tra le paure.&lt;br /&gt;Labbra, dolci labbra&lt;br /&gt;senza domani, piccine piccine&lt;br /&gt;lacrime azzurre senza colori&lt;br /&gt;Labbra, dolci labbra&lt;br /&gt;dalle curve sinuose&lt;br /&gt;lasciatemi ancora&lt;br /&gt;lo spazio di un bacio&lt;br /&gt;Labbra, dolci labbra&lt;br /&gt;perse in quegli occhi&lt;br /&gt;fatti veramente di stelle,&lt;br /&gt;io qui canto per celebrare&lt;br /&gt;un dolore, &lt;br /&gt;io qui canto per parlare&lt;br /&gt;al mio cuore..&lt;br /&gt;Labbra, dolci labbra,&lt;br /&gt;labbra ancora impastate d’amore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8760529325168690006?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8760529325168690006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8760529325168690006' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8760529325168690006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8760529325168690006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/labbra-dolci-labbra-ho-adagiato-i-sogni.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-mbO_EJ0X_GI/TqCF8RDadBI/AAAAAAAABHc/7slV3vRKZKg/s72-c/ghost_whisperer-11060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4777810164546315732</id><published>2011-10-17T21:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:57:06.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_4Co4ZY4U/TpykbkPdObI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nx9hcZ4Hib8/s1600/girl_kate_beckinsale_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_4Co4ZY4U/TpykbkPdObI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nx9hcZ4Hib8/s400/girl_kate_beckinsale_028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664583224817170866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con le fragili parole di questa poesia, &lt;br /&gt;veloci come il vento,&lt;br /&gt;sporche come i ricordi,&lt;br /&gt;leggere come il cielo,&lt;br /&gt;cerco le tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;piene di tutti i miei tiamo.&lt;br /&gt;Tra le ombre della luna,&lt;br /&gt;con il profumo del mare,&lt;br /&gt;sotto il lenzuolo della notte,&lt;br /&gt;trovo i tuoi esili sussurri&lt;br /&gt;che diventano onde,&lt;br /&gt;poi stelle, poi sogni,&lt;br /&gt;poi fiori dai mille colori,&lt;br /&gt;e tramonti dalle mille parole,&lt;br /&gt;e ancora le grandi ali di un gabbiano,&lt;br /&gt;le vele dell'orizzonte&lt;br /&gt;il caffè del mattino&lt;br /&gt;la buonanotte di ogni sera&lt;br /&gt;e le tue calde braccia d'amante.&lt;br /&gt;O labbra, che questo sia &lt;br /&gt;il mio grazie alla vita,&lt;br /&gt;e il mio pizzicotto&lt;br /&gt;per non credere che sia tutto&lt;br /&gt;solo un sogno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4777810164546315732?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4777810164546315732/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4777810164546315732' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4777810164546315732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4777810164546315732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/con-le-fragili-parole-di-questa-poesia.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-Cl_4Co4ZY4U/TpykbkPdObI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nx9hcZ4Hib8/s72-c/girl_kate_beckinsale_028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-9007887818355485534</id><published>2011-10-13T20:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:32:24.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPxxpsWktrE/Tpc8sBKck_I/AAAAAAAABHE/IFIM-xyelck/s1600/beautiful_woman_monochrome-t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPxxpsWktrE/Tpc8sBKck_I/AAAAAAAABHE/IFIM-xyelck/s400/beautiful_woman_monochrome-t2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663061783365850098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno della notte&lt;br /&gt;per stringerti forte,&lt;br /&gt;ho bisogno del mare&lt;br /&gt;per sussurrarti l'amore,&lt;br /&gt;ho bisogno del vento&lt;br /&gt;per baciare la tua pelle,&lt;br /&gt;ho bisogno delle stelle&lt;br /&gt;per ascoltare i tuoi sogni.&lt;br /&gt;E ho bisogno di trovare nuove parole,&lt;br /&gt;per parlare dei tuoi occhi,&lt;br /&gt;e ho bisogno di altri sospiri,&lt;br /&gt;per inginocchiarmi al tuo cuore, &lt;br /&gt;e ho bisogno di un abbraccio,&lt;br /&gt;per toccare il silenzio,&lt;br /&gt;che sia piccolo piccolo,&lt;br /&gt;semplice semplice,&lt;br /&gt;come un bacio.&lt;br /&gt;Lungo...lungo una vita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-9007887818355485534?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/9007887818355485534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=9007887818355485534' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/9007887818355485534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/9007887818355485534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/ho-bisogno-della-notte-per-stringerti.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-JPxxpsWktrE/Tpc8sBKck_I/AAAAAAAABHE/IFIM-xyelck/s72-c/beautiful_woman_monochrome-t2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5503291777636428902</id><published>2011-10-12T20:09:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:20:17.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o83UYUx7waE/TpXaW7NpGvI/AAAAAAAABGs/GfHyeym2Mb4/s1600/Amanda%2BRighetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o83UYUx7waE/TpXaW7NpGvI/AAAAAAAABGs/GfHyeym2Mb4/s400/Amanda%2BRighetti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662672193875155698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei abitare il tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;tu che riempi l’anima mia&lt;br /&gt;della tua immagine &lt;br /&gt;e porti via le mie coperte salate&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei abitare il tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;tutto il tempo delle mie speranze&lt;br /&gt;perchè nudo di parole &lt;br /&gt;possa scioglierle nel silenzio, &lt;br /&gt;per trovare ogni notte te.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei abitare il tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;tu che rendi vita al mio sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e mi fai inciampare spesso&lt;br /&gt;nel per sempre degli amanti&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei abitare il tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;tu che fai più rumore dei miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;dai parole al mio tormento&lt;br /&gt;e mi costringi alla vita.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei abitare il tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;proprio io, che sono nella notte,&lt;br /&gt;che mi spengo a poco a poco,&lt;br /&gt;e che brindo per te,&lt;br /&gt;ancora al coraggio degli errori.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei abitare il tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;perché ti aspetti, ancora una volta, &lt;br /&gt;scendere sulle mie labbra. &lt;br /&gt;In silenzio. Come fanno le lacrime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5503291777636428902?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5503291777636428902/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5503291777636428902' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5503291777636428902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5503291777636428902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/vorrei-abitare-il-tuo-amore-tu-che.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-o83UYUx7waE/TpXaW7NpGvI/AAAAAAAABGs/GfHyeym2Mb4/s72-c/Amanda%2BRighetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7811273071595190648</id><published>2011-10-10T22:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:06:01.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viKz_v2avBk/TpNQJUjwOUI/AAAAAAAABGY/XlGNuqwoF88/s1600/mamma.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viKz_v2avBk/TpNQJUjwOUI/AAAAAAAABGY/XlGNuqwoF88/s400/mamma.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661957277602560322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’è solo una casa&lt;br /&gt;per il mio cuore pesante..&lt;br /&gt;In quel corpo di donna&lt;br /&gt;che m’ha custodito&lt;br /&gt;È lì la mia casa.&lt;br /&gt;Foss’anche l’antro d’una regina&lt;br /&gt;o il sacco d’una donna di strada&lt;br /&gt;le lacrime d’una sconfitta&lt;br /&gt;o la rabbia d’una disillusa.&lt;br /&gt;Non v’è oro nel mondo&lt;br /&gt;né gemme né giocattoli.&lt;br /&gt;Non v’è altra casa nel mondo, &lt;br /&gt;che lì. &lt;br /&gt;È qui, la mia casa, &lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7811273071595190648?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7811273071595190648/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7811273071595190648' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7811273071595190648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7811273071595190648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/ce-solo-una-casa-per-il-mio-cuore.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-viKz_v2avBk/TpNQJUjwOUI/AAAAAAAABGY/XlGNuqwoF88/s72-c/mamma.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-680300101563409282</id><published>2011-10-08T21:47:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:54:02.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDI7C2eSd9Y/TpCpJCbUPvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/CD9YdCdUa2I/s1600/beautiful-woman-photography-43pixels-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDI7C2eSd9Y/TpCpJCbUPvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/CD9YdCdUa2I/s400/beautiful-woman-photography-43pixels-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661210704340074226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel silenzio della notte, &lt;br /&gt;in quella solitudine immensa &lt;br /&gt;tu, mia dolce sirena, mi hai chiamato.&lt;br /&gt;Come la spiaggia ascolta&lt;br /&gt;la storia delle onde,&lt;br /&gt;senza parole e senza motivi,&lt;br /&gt;io trovo le tracce di te &lt;br /&gt;sulla mia pelle e sul mio cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Sono il solo ad amarti così&lt;br /&gt;e in questa vertigine,&lt;br /&gt;sto abbracciato a te&lt;br /&gt;ad ascoltare il tuo respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Così la mia mano sui tuoi capelli &lt;br /&gt; tra l'ombra e l'anima,&lt;br /&gt;e poi la tua mano,  così vicino &lt;br /&gt;che sul mio petto è mia,&lt;br /&gt;e poi le due piccole onde &lt;br /&gt;chiuse negli occhi&lt;br /&gt;lì, pronte per annegarmi. &lt;br /&gt;Tutto di te &lt;br /&gt;rende eterno l’istante della vita mia.&lt;br /&gt;Solo il tuo cuore ardente&lt;br /&gt;vado cercando questa notte,&lt;br /&gt;e niente più.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-680300101563409282?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/680300101563409282/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=680300101563409282' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/680300101563409282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/680300101563409282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/nel-silenzio-della-notte-in-quella.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-TDI7C2eSd9Y/TpCpJCbUPvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/CD9YdCdUa2I/s72-c/beautiful-woman-photography-43pixels-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7977349252960729952</id><published>2011-10-06T17:09:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:35:06.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttXlr6Z_shY/To3KJqNwdPI/AAAAAAAABGI/d26UykVOkt0/s1600/una-bella-immagine-di-elena-cucci-114011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttXlr6Z_shY/To3KJqNwdPI/AAAAAAAABGI/d26UykVOkt0/s400/una-bella-immagine-di-elena-cucci-114011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660402573974205682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera rimani ovunque,&lt;br /&gt;vera, come un desiderio denso&lt;br /&gt;vera e fragile come un fiocco di neve&lt;br /&gt;vera e piena di sogni come tutte le stelle.&lt;br /&gt;Vera rimani ovunque,&lt;br /&gt;vera, con la paura dell'amore&lt;br /&gt;vera e colorata come i sorrisi più semplici&lt;br /&gt;vera e sballottata come tutte le vele nella vita.&lt;br /&gt;Vera rimani ovunque,&lt;br /&gt;vera, con ancora in braccio il tuo cuore bambino&lt;br /&gt;vera e frizzante come ti ha fatto il vento&lt;br /&gt;vera e leggera come le ombre all'orizzonte&lt;br /&gt;Vera rimani ovunque,&lt;br /&gt;vera, come le carezze della mamma,&lt;br /&gt;vera, come il sole di ogni primavera&lt;br /&gt;vera come i sentimenti più intimi.&lt;br /&gt;Vera rimani ovunque,&lt;br /&gt;vera e senza fiato, come il più bello dei baci,&lt;br /&gt;vera e con qualche lacrima, tra gioia e dolore,&lt;br /&gt;vera tra le mie braccia,&lt;br /&gt;tra i miei pensieri,&lt;br /&gt;come una corona,&lt;br /&gt;come una gemma,&lt;br /&gt;come la tua mano,&lt;br /&gt;semplicemente così...vera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7977349252960729952?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7977349252960729952/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7977349252960729952' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7977349252960729952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7977349252960729952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/vera-rimani-ovunque-vera-come-un.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-ttXlr6Z_shY/To3KJqNwdPI/AAAAAAAABGI/d26UykVOkt0/s72-c/una-bella-immagine-di-elena-cucci-114011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2357020551179835030</id><published>2011-10-03T21:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:49:25.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig3aaiAjKAw/Tood8yL6kXI/AAAAAAAABGA/wmvpOdSP8Fs/s1600/GF100705_01-0100-copia_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig3aaiAjKAw/Tood8yL6kXI/AAAAAAAABGA/wmvpOdSP8Fs/s400/GF100705_01-0100-copia_450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659368811845554546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il silenzio che non ha parole,&lt;br /&gt;mi chiede quel canto che parla di te.&lt;br /&gt;E il mio cuore di terracotta&lt;br /&gt;che non vuole l'eterno,&lt;br /&gt;che non vuole l'infinito,&lt;br /&gt;continua a benedire la mia follia.&lt;br /&gt;Non mi stanco allora di cercare ancora &lt;br /&gt;la rosa che ti sboccia sulla guancia&lt;br /&gt;ad ogni mio bacio.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio addormentare tutti i miei demoni,&lt;br /&gt;e mi aggrappo al mio dolore&lt;br /&gt;per amarti almeno un po'.&lt;br /&gt;C'è ancora&lt;br /&gt;nei tuoi occhi impauriti&lt;br /&gt;quella bellezza che soffiava sempre&lt;br /&gt;come un dolce venticello&lt;br /&gt;di canzoni d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;ed ancora una volta...è vita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2357020551179835030?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2357020551179835030/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2357020551179835030' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2357020551179835030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2357020551179835030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/10/il-silenzio-che-non-ha-parole-mi-chiede.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-ig3aaiAjKAw/Tood8yL6kXI/AAAAAAAABGA/wmvpOdSP8Fs/s72-c/GF100705_01-0100-copia_450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5860164567736062746</id><published>2011-09-29T23:11:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:22:51.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C20VD68302o/ToTkGHJKljI/AAAAAAAABFw/5LoaEqYaQXM/s1600/wallpaper-del-film-il-bacio-che-aspettavo-65020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C20VD68302o/ToTkGHJKljI/AAAAAAAABFw/5LoaEqYaQXM/s400/wallpaper-del-film-il-bacio-che-aspettavo-65020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657897825532024370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 12 comandamenti dell'amore. Perchè l'amore è una cosa seria.&lt;br /&gt;Hai bisogno di tutto il corpo per amare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bocca e 2 orecchie, perchè devi ascoltare il doppio e parlare la metà&lt;br /&gt;1 sesso e 2 occhi, perchè devi ricordare sempre che donarsi è facile, ma partecipare veramente alla bellezza di una persona è 2 volte più difficile&lt;br /&gt;1 testa e 2 mani, perchè prima di giudicare devi aver sorretto ed aiutato già per 2 volte&lt;br /&gt;1 petto e 2 gambe, per proteggere senza soffocare e per accompagnare senza infastidire&lt;br /&gt;1 bacio e 2 parole, perchè puoi dire solo due parole: ti amo; tutto il resto si scolora in un bacio senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;1 sogno e 2 cuori, perchè devi ricordare di non confonderti con l'altro, ma di parteciare insieme a lui, che è distinto da te, allo stesso sogno comune che vi rende unici&lt;br /&gt;1 volere e 2 potere, perchè ogni tuo "voglio" ti ricordi il coraggio di potercela fare insieme&lt;br /&gt;1 dovere e 2 potere, perchè tu debba desiderare il doppio per ottenere le cose, e ti sia facile ricordare il tuo unico dovere: prenderti cura dell'altro&lt;br /&gt;1 fede e 2 scusa, perchè devi sapere già che non sei perfetto e che dovrai perdonare all'altro il doppio delle volte che tu chiedi perdono e fiducia.&lt;br /&gt;1 indice e 4 dita, perchè ricordi che quando accusi puntando 1 dito,  altre 3 dita sono rivolte verso te, e un altro ti indica un'altra strada, e ti ricorda il perdono.&lt;br /&gt;1 noi e 2 Io, perchè devi ricordare che il Noi è più di 'Io' e più di 'Tu', ma per viverlo basta 1 sola vita.&lt;br /&gt;1 verbo solo per descrivervi entrambi, perchè 'credere' è l'unico verbo che mette d'accordo la testa e il cuore di un uomo, e insieme 2 vite che hanno rispetto l'una dell'altra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5860164567736062746?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5860164567736062746/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5860164567736062746' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5860164567736062746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5860164567736062746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/lamore-e-una-cosa-seria.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-C20VD68302o/ToTkGHJKljI/AAAAAAAABFw/5LoaEqYaQXM/s72-c/wallpaper-del-film-il-bacio-che-aspettavo-65020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1329085221382409229</id><published>2011-09-27T22:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:46:28.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM2zgrJQ9EA/ToI2GyQDYRI/AAAAAAAABFo/uyEQWAT79RI/s1600/edelfa-chiara-masciotta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM2zgrJQ9EA/ToI2GyQDYRI/AAAAAAAABFo/uyEQWAT79RI/s400/edelfa-chiara-masciotta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657143572126982418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiudi gli occhi,&lt;br /&gt;e pensa che io sia vicino a te.&lt;br /&gt;Chiudi gli occhi,&lt;br /&gt;e ascolta semplicemente.&lt;br /&gt;Sentirai il rumore del tuo cuore&lt;br /&gt;che ti dice che non smetterà di sognare;&lt;br /&gt;sentirai il rumore delle tue paure&lt;br /&gt;che ti diranno che sta arrivando la luce.&lt;br /&gt;E sentirai un brivido sulla pelle,&lt;br /&gt;lungo la schiena, &lt;br /&gt;su su fino al collo,&lt;br /&gt;là dove ti bacio ora.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco, sono io. &lt;br /&gt;C'è silenzio intorno, è vero:&lt;br /&gt;ma ti sto parlando.&lt;br /&gt;Ascolta.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè tu, ancora tremi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1329085221382409229?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1329085221382409229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1329085221382409229' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1329085221382409229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1329085221382409229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/chiudi-gli-occhi-e-pensa-che-io-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-UM2zgrJQ9EA/ToI2GyQDYRI/AAAAAAAABFo/uyEQWAT79RI/s72-c/edelfa-chiara-masciotta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2454816960507668804</id><published>2011-09-25T21:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:16:06.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHPrHnM373o/Tn-L_v-VEFI/AAAAAAAABFg/_lYWSRWeBQk/s1600/E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHPrHnM373o/Tn-L_v-VEFI/AAAAAAAABFg/_lYWSRWeBQk/s400/E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656393584326545490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte il vento parla&lt;br /&gt;una voce antica&lt;br /&gt;che va stemperandosi, talvolta,&lt;br /&gt;nell’eco del venticello estivo:&lt;br /&gt;ed è già brezza quando a sera&lt;br /&gt;va ad incontrare i sogni&lt;br /&gt;tuoi del mattino&lt;br /&gt;e i segreti tuoi sospiri d’amore.&lt;br /&gt;Su quel mare,&lt;br /&gt;in quel giorno...&lt;br /&gt;mi accorsi di essere innamorato,&lt;br /&gt;o forse,&lt;br /&gt;semplicemente,&lt;br /&gt;di averti sempre amato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2454816960507668804?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2454816960507668804/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2454816960507668804' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2454816960507668804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2454816960507668804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/volte-il-vento-parla-una-voce-antica.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-YHPrHnM373o/Tn-L_v-VEFI/AAAAAAAABFg/_lYWSRWeBQk/s72-c/E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1682017190615918904</id><published>2011-09-22T19:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:16:08.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uW8P2_Ko_gk/Tnt27YDiAwI/AAAAAAAABFY/stjWlho7UyI/s1600/albaxxxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uW8P2_Ko_gk/Tnt27YDiAwI/AAAAAAAABFY/stjWlho7UyI/s400/albaxxxxx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655244519535411970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il dolce profumo della sera,&lt;br /&gt;pieno degli ultimi raggi del sole,&lt;br /&gt;la calma distesa delle ombre &lt;br /&gt;che splendono sulla lieve terra,&lt;br /&gt;i briosi fiori e le solitarie stelle&lt;br /&gt;le tristi bolle di sapone&lt;br /&gt;vestite d'eleganza e di vento&lt;br /&gt;cercano tutte negli occhi d'amore&lt;br /&gt;musiche e versi d'eterna sponda.&lt;br /&gt;E non c'è spazio, in quelle parole&lt;br /&gt;per portare con esse tutto quello che c'è.&lt;br /&gt;Come una lingua dà voce al fiato&lt;br /&gt;e ne resta straniera, così senza&lt;br /&gt;il proprio nido l'anima corre nel cielo.&lt;br /&gt;E in quell'attimo,&lt;br /&gt;v'è sangue e corpo,&lt;br /&gt;vita e morte,&lt;br /&gt;desiderio e dolore.&lt;br /&gt;C'è solo un attimo...&lt;br /&gt;ma in quell' attimo,&lt;br /&gt;io ti troverò.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1682017190615918904?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1682017190615918904/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1682017190615918904' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1682017190615918904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1682017190615918904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-dolce-profumo-della-sera-pieno-degli.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-uW8P2_Ko_gk/Tnt27YDiAwI/AAAAAAAABFY/stjWlho7UyI/s72-c/albaxxxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4180300046875806660</id><published>2011-09-20T21:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:59:51.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxPaYCq70Vs/TnjuzNi-k8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Hi-llJ6Uugk/s1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxPaYCq70Vs/TnjuzNi-k8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Hi-llJ6Uugk/s400/111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654531895740765122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di qui, morbide colline scolpite dal vento,&lt;br /&gt;pietre profumate di mistero,&lt;br /&gt;sassi bianchi, conchiglie d'argento,&lt;br /&gt;ricordi di storie, antiche parole...&lt;br /&gt;di là, frammenti di collane&lt;br /&gt;perle e stelle staccate dal cielo,&lt;br /&gt;arcobaleni di luce &lt;br /&gt;e albe e tramonti &lt;br /&gt;e infinite carezze...&lt;br /&gt;in mezzo, il mare &lt;br /&gt;mai stanco dell'eterno&lt;br /&gt;mai stanco di ripetermi il tuo nome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4180300046875806660?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4180300046875806660/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4180300046875806660' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4180300046875806660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4180300046875806660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/di-qui-morbide-colline-scolpite-dal.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-zxPaYCq70Vs/TnjuzNi-k8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Hi-llJ6Uugk/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4067272814515141221</id><published>2011-09-18T21:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:20:28.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08RjiIEssgc/TnZCKNjn2EI/AAAAAAAABFI/w7SGB0kzpBI/s1600/mare%2Bautunno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08RjiIEssgc/TnZCKNjn2EI/AAAAAAAABFI/w7SGB0kzpBI/s400/mare%2Bautunno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653779125415434306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti cerco, principessa mia,&lt;br /&gt;nelle note della nostra canzone&lt;br /&gt;saltellata e cantata con l'allegria dell'amore.&lt;br /&gt;Ti cerco, principessa mia,&lt;br /&gt;nei pensieri dei miei giorni,&lt;br /&gt;ora vuoti e bui, e pieni di lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;Ti cerco, principessa mia,&lt;br /&gt;nell'orizzonte, come una nave, come un salvezza.&lt;br /&gt;Ti cerco, principessa mia&lt;br /&gt;e non so dare un nome alla tristezza&lt;br /&gt;che m'assale quando ricordo&lt;br /&gt;il tuo amore e il nostro futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ti cerco nelle cose belle delle favole&lt;br /&gt;e chiudo gli occhi ricordando alla Sera&lt;br /&gt;che nelle parole di tutte le storie del mondo&lt;br /&gt;non ho trovato i tuoi occhi e il tuo cuore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4067272814515141221?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4067272814515141221/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4067272814515141221' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4067272814515141221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4067272814515141221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/ti-cerco-principessa-mia-nelle-note.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-08RjiIEssgc/TnZCKNjn2EI/AAAAAAAABFI/w7SGB0kzpBI/s72-c/mare%2Bautunno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8002615174786571110</id><published>2011-09-16T20:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:53:58.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHSRjAiOcMU/TnObBTdHGHI/AAAAAAAABFA/mURvdI6KZHM/s1600/lei%2Bannusa%2Bfiori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHSRjAiOcMU/TnObBTdHGHI/AAAAAAAABFA/mURvdI6KZHM/s400/lei%2Bannusa%2Bfiori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653032403984652402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stasera, il profumo dei ricordi,&lt;br /&gt;invade l'anima mia. &lt;br /&gt;E non c'è stella, in questo cielo,&lt;br /&gt;che non ho già contato,&lt;br /&gt;una volta,&lt;br /&gt;nei tuoi occhi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8002615174786571110?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8002615174786571110/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8002615174786571110' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8002615174786571110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8002615174786571110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/stasera-il-profumo-dei-ricordi-invade.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-vHSRjAiOcMU/TnObBTdHGHI/AAAAAAAABFA/mURvdI6KZHM/s72-c/lei%2Bannusa%2Bfiori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7410425031359775515</id><published>2011-09-14T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:19:21.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBN1VOPWvM/TnEMMeIUsII/AAAAAAAABE4/vDCuKv2h0L4/s1600/lacrime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBN1VOPWvM/TnEMMeIUsII/AAAAAAAABE4/vDCuKv2h0L4/s400/lacrime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652312415712620674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'universo ci aiuta sempre a lottare per i nostri sogni, per quanto sciocchi possano sembrare. Perché sono nostri e soltanto noi sappiamo quanto ci costa sognarli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7410425031359775515?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7410425031359775515/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7410425031359775515' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7410425031359775515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7410425031359775515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/luniverso-ci-aiuta-sempre-lottare-per-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-4zBN1VOPWvM/TnEMMeIUsII/AAAAAAAABE4/vDCuKv2h0L4/s72-c/lacrime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7584896032523611437</id><published>2011-09-12T19:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:54:03.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgRb_lfIZ6A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgRb_lfIZ6A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure... continuo a pensarti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7584896032523611437?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7584896032523611437/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7584896032523611437' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7584896032523611437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7584896032523611437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7648732060916004208</id><published>2011-09-10T20:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:01:32.184+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vhiQTYapeM/TmuyKlM6S2I/AAAAAAAABEw/Ef1Dn5fbq1I/s1600/350m83s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vhiQTYapeM/TmuyKlM6S2I/AAAAAAAABEw/Ef1Dn5fbq1I/s400/350m83s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650806052321119074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte hai bisogno di guardare il cielo, perchè lì, tra tutte le cose che puoi fare, ce n'è una che è pura magia: unire le stelle e disegnare i tuoi sogni. Ma spesso capita che  in tutte le parti del cielo che scegliamo, gira e rigira, ce n'è sempre una che finisce in tutti i nostri disegni: è quella la nostra stella. &lt;br /&gt;Allora mi domando se le stelle sono illuminate perché ognuno possa un giorno trovare la sua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7648732060916004208?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7648732060916004208/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7648732060916004208' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7648732060916004208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7648732060916004208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/volte-hai-bisogno-di-guardare-il-cielo.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-9vhiQTYapeM/TmuyKlM6S2I/AAAAAAAABEw/Ef1Dn5fbq1I/s72-c/350m83s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4983124507245285885</id><published>2011-09-07T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:07:38.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZADOnQQ9cw/TmfL7jUgjkI/AAAAAAAABEo/aiDSlA8WVYs/s1600/_DSC2528_sep_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZADOnQQ9cw/TmfL7jUgjkI/AAAAAAAABEo/aiDSlA8WVYs/s400/_DSC2528_sep_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649708481513557570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basterebbe la fantasia di qualcuno: una fata, un angelo, o semplicemente un bambino. Certamente saprebbe inventarla una strada, qui, in mezzo a questo silenzio, in questa terra che non vuole parlare. Una strada dolce e bella. Una strada da qui a te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4983124507245285885?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4983124507245285885/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4983124507245285885' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4983124507245285885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4983124507245285885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/basterebbe-la-fantasia-di-qualcuno-una.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-EZADOnQQ9cw/TmfL7jUgjkI/AAAAAAAABEo/aiDSlA8WVYs/s72-c/_DSC2528_sep_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-565606440115080715</id><published>2011-09-05T20:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:33:19.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq3JxM-npvE/TmUVXF58LZI/AAAAAAAABEg/FIlPHJoqx-g/s1600/bimbatr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq3JxM-npvE/TmUVXF58LZI/AAAAAAAABEg/FIlPHJoqx-g/s400/bimbatr9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648944794072526226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Di quello che ho nel cuore parlo poco, mi frena la paura..e voglio e soffro e mi farà morire...la cosa che la lingua non sa dire...perchè ci sei tu, che sei eterna e infinita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-565606440115080715?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/565606440115080715/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=565606440115080715' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/565606440115080715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/565606440115080715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-Yq3JxM-npvE/TmUVXF58LZI/AAAAAAAABEg/FIlPHJoqx-g/s72-c/bimbatr9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3470511081302049082</id><published>2011-09-01T21:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:33:17.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T80kj6y4qyM/Tl_d-Ly92zI/AAAAAAAABEY/BFlNFp6K6ZY/s1600/supernovayb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T80kj6y4qyM/Tl_d-Ly92zI/AAAAAAAABEY/BFlNFp6K6ZY/s400/supernovayb8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647476518134078258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel che di bello c’è nella vita è sempre un segreto… Per me è stato così… Le cose che si sanno sono le cose normali, o le cose brutte, ma poi ci sono i segreti, ed è lì che si va a nascondere la felicità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3470511081302049082?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3470511081302049082/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3470511081302049082' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3470511081302049082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3470511081302049082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/09/quel-che-di-bello-ce-nella-vita-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-T80kj6y4qyM/Tl_d-Ly92zI/AAAAAAAABEY/BFlNFp6K6ZY/s72-c/supernovayb8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1320673322136301341</id><published>2011-08-31T21:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:39:54.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1mPh82oy_4/Tl6NDfDZdSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YbUJf2DlCSo/s1600/occhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1mPh82oy_4/Tl6NDfDZdSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YbUJf2DlCSo/s400/occhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647106073784055074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni giorno penso alla prima volta che ho pregato per te.&lt;br /&gt;Eri al tuo primo colloquio di lavoro, mi chiamasti, mi raccontasti tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Prima di quella chiamata io sentivo nel mio cuore la fragilità e la dolcezza tua e mi dicevo che eri così delicata che dovevi essere protetta, dal mondo, dai dispiaceri, dalle lacrime. Fu la prima volta che dentro di me capii veramente di amarti.&lt;br /&gt;Anche se ora non lo credi, ogni giorno mi alzo con una stretta al cuore che mi sta divorando e ogni giorno mi chiedo, perchè? e perchè non mi ha scelto?&lt;br /&gt;scusami, ma non smetto di amarti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1320673322136301341?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1320673322136301341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1320673322136301341' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1320673322136301341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1320673322136301341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/ogni-giorno-penso-alla-prima-volta-che.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-p1mPh82oy_4/Tl6NDfDZdSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YbUJf2DlCSo/s72-c/occhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4742185641376026389</id><published>2011-08-29T23:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:25:15.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBQ1z6duQXM/TlwC8zaLROI/AAAAAAAABEI/pxH3poBpzpo/s1600/fermare%2Bil%2Btempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBQ1z6duQXM/TlwC8zaLROI/AAAAAAAABEI/pxH3poBpzpo/s400/fermare%2Bil%2Btempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646391276431164642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andare di fantasia, e di ricordi, è quello che ti rimane da fare, alle volte, per salvarti, non c'è più nient'altro. Un trucco da poveri, ma funziona sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4742185641376026389?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4742185641376026389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4742185641376026389' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4742185641376026389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4742185641376026389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/andavo-di-fantasia-e-di-ricordi-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-tBQ1z6duQXM/TlwC8zaLROI/AAAAAAAABEI/pxH3poBpzpo/s72-c/fermare%2Bil%2Btempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7443581098583269827</id><published>2011-08-28T22:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:52:07.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0AxoGveGEI/TlqpZh1IGLI/AAAAAAAABEA/cVVuQjiRHts/s1600/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0AxoGveGEI/TlqpZh1IGLI/AAAAAAAABEA/cVVuQjiRHts/s400/music.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646011338905360562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a volte ascolto e riascolto questa canzone&lt;br /&gt;decine di volte, perchè ogni volta&lt;br /&gt;mi ritrovo col pensiero nella tua stanza&lt;br /&gt;di allora, quando nelle nostre parole &lt;br /&gt;c'erano solo i nostri sogni &lt;br /&gt;e i nostri baci parlavano solo&lt;br /&gt;del nostro desiderio di restare uniti.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7443581098583269827?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7443581098583269827/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7443581098583269827' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7443581098583269827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7443581098583269827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/volte-ascolto-e-riascolto-questa.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-r0AxoGveGEI/TlqpZh1IGLI/AAAAAAAABEA/cVVuQjiRHts/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6646913621760705714</id><published>2011-08-27T21:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:06:59.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_5QT8JdkBQ/TllAGtz761I/AAAAAAAABD4/WmqpgEuNguI/s1600/clessidra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_5QT8JdkBQ/TllAGtz761I/AAAAAAAABD4/WmqpgEuNguI/s400/clessidra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645614092006452050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure lo troverò il modo di inventare la macchina del tempo,&lt;br /&gt;foss'anche solo per darti ancora una volta un bacio,&lt;br /&gt;prima di dirti "a domani"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6646913621760705714?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6646913621760705714/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6646913621760705714' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6646913621760705714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6646913621760705714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/eppure-lo-trovero-il-modo-di-inventare.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-s_5QT8JdkBQ/TllAGtz761I/AAAAAAAABD4/WmqpgEuNguI/s72-c/clessidra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8112109125288392537</id><published>2011-08-25T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:41:00.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G5-wa1j_f0/TlaJH3qcYtI/AAAAAAAABDw/6W6aQCR7Zbc/s1600/immaginando111sc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G5-wa1j_f0/TlaJH3qcYtI/AAAAAAAABDw/6W6aQCR7Zbc/s400/immaginando111sc6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644849951249556178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è mai tardi per sognare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8112109125288392537?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8112109125288392537/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8112109125288392537' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8112109125288392537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8112109125288392537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/non-e-mai-tardi-per-sognare.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-8G5-wa1j_f0/TlaJH3qcYtI/AAAAAAAABDw/6W6aQCR7Zbc/s72-c/immaginando111sc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2107893004581496693</id><published>2011-08-24T22:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:56:56.629+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyDR3A_bGsY/TlVlRI8WSZI/AAAAAAAABDo/F8S6c-DDvyA/s1600/OCCHI%2BPER%2BTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyDR3A_bGsY/TlVlRI8WSZI/AAAAAAAABDo/F8S6c-DDvyA/s400/OCCHI%2BPER%2BTE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644529053111568786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanti ricordi questo limpido cielo&lt;br /&gt;e la dolcezza dei tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;che addormenta la luna&lt;br /&gt;nelle sere d'estate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2107893004581496693?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2107893004581496693/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2107893004581496693' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2107893004581496693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2107893004581496693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/quanti-ricordi-questo-limpido-cielo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-wyDR3A_bGsY/TlVlRI8WSZI/AAAAAAAABDo/F8S6c-DDvyA/s72-c/OCCHI%2BPER%2BTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6974095610971190901</id><published>2011-08-22T19:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:40:07.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQqdD0MGRlc/TlKUAHgnHvI/AAAAAAAABDg/FRMZBQc84-I/s1600/love_by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQqdD0MGRlc/TlKUAHgnHvI/AAAAAAAABDg/FRMZBQc84-I/s400/love_by.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643736012785393394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando soffierà il vento,&lt;br /&gt;aprirò la mano&lt;br /&gt;e libero di volare,&lt;br /&gt;questo cuore viaggerà per le case.&lt;br /&gt;Ma busserà alla tua porta,&lt;br /&gt;perchè è l'unico posto dove si sente a casa. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6974095610971190901?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6974095610971190901/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6974095610971190901' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6974095610971190901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6974095610971190901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-soffiera-il-vento-apriro-la-mano.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-SQqdD0MGRlc/TlKUAHgnHvI/AAAAAAAABDg/FRMZBQc84-I/s72-c/love_by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6573088517103216890</id><published>2011-08-21T22:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:45:23.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvoFsWOuYgQ/TlFuJUSeIlI/AAAAAAAABDY/SZzRNpl0GsU/s1600/pensarti.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvoFsWOuYgQ/TlFuJUSeIlI/AAAAAAAABDY/SZzRNpl0GsU/s400/pensarti.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643412914416001618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacerebbe tanto che le foto sul mio cellulare&lt;br /&gt;prendessero vita ora, qui,&lt;br /&gt;e mi parlassero come tanto tempo fa...&lt;br /&gt;buonanotte principessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6573088517103216890?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6573088517103216890/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6573088517103216890' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6573088517103216890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6573088517103216890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/mi-piacerebbe-tanto-che-le-foto-sul-mio.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-hvoFsWOuYgQ/TlFuJUSeIlI/AAAAAAAABDY/SZzRNpl0GsU/s72-c/pensarti.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2429287143441521067</id><published>2011-08-20T20:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:48:31.427+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW7o9B7kBbc/Tk_98M9SK_I/AAAAAAAABDQ/K0HQUsuCu80/s1600/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW7o9B7kBbc/Tk_98M9SK_I/AAAAAAAABDQ/K0HQUsuCu80/s400/sorriso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643008068830768114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei ritrovare il sorriso, e attraverso di esso il tuo di sorriso, in questo cielo così buio sempre così pesante. Vorrei trovare di nuovo quella magia che m'assaliva&lt;br /&gt;nel vedere la luce accesa,  e poi nel contare i minuti prima della tua chiamata&lt;br /&gt;prima di annegare nei tuoi occhi e nei tuoi baci.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei ritrovare i miei sogni di allora, e le parole che mi riempivano il cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei ritrovare quel profumo di casa che mi cullava l'anima e mi sussurrava "per sempre". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2429287143441521067?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2429287143441521067/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2429287143441521067' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2429287143441521067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2429287143441521067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/vorrei-ritrovare-il-sorriso-e-dunque-il.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-DW7o9B7kBbc/Tk_98M9SK_I/AAAAAAAABDQ/K0HQUsuCu80/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3759911066456374419</id><published>2011-08-19T19:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:38:31.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAobXvLrNSQ/Tk6fUz3szMI/AAAAAAAABDI/ftgd4chHPVI/s1600/996RNJ_Claire_Danes_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAobXvLrNSQ/Tk6fUz3szMI/AAAAAAAABDI/ftgd4chHPVI/s400/996RNJ_Claire_Danes_012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642622563011841218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con le ali dell'amore ho volato oltre le mura, perché non si possono mettere limiti all'amore… e ciò che amor vuole amor osa! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3759911066456374419?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3759911066456374419/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3759911066456374419' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3759911066456374419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3759911066456374419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/ho-il-mantello-della-notte-che-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-GAobXvLrNSQ/Tk6fUz3szMI/AAAAAAAABDI/ftgd4chHPVI/s72-c/996RNJ_Claire_Danes_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2465404028852972812</id><published>2011-08-18T20:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:25:32.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj8t2F0I1Lc/Tk1ZAmhGoAI/AAAAAAAABDA/bG0r8X3o9K4/s1600/Sophia_Myles_074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj8t2F0I1Lc/Tk1ZAmhGoAI/AAAAAAAABDA/bG0r8X3o9K4/s400/Sophia_Myles_074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642263775039365122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ditemi quanto l'amate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Come un contagio e la sua cura insieme,come la pioggia e il sole,come il freddo e il caldo (...) se potessi scrivere la bellezza dei suoi occhi...sono nato per amarli e conoscere me stesso"&lt;br /&gt;"E le sue labbra?"&lt;br /&gt;"Al mattino ogni rosa appassirebbe sul suo stelo se potesse invidiarle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2465404028852972812?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2465404028852972812/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2465404028852972812' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2465404028852972812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2465404028852972812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/ditemi-quanto-lamatecome-un-contagio-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-Sj8t2F0I1Lc/Tk1ZAmhGoAI/AAAAAAAABDA/bG0r8X3o9K4/s72-c/Sophia_Myles_074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6944095210357643643</id><published>2011-08-17T19:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:59:42.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9XIvk62OOA/Tkv9RWGJH1I/AAAAAAAABC4/4PwvlXuVp40/s1600/strada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9XIvk62OOA/Tkv9RWGJH1I/AAAAAAAABC4/4PwvlXuVp40/s400/strada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641881432642625362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio progetti, non speranze&lt;br /&gt;voglio il futuro, non illusioni&lt;br /&gt;voglio i tuoi occhi, non le tue parole&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6944095210357643643?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6944095210357643643/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6944095210357643643' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6944095210357643643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6944095210357643643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/voglio-progetti-non-speranze-voglio-il.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-G9XIvk62OOA/Tkv9RWGJH1I/AAAAAAAABC4/4PwvlXuVp40/s72-c/strada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6109994897530430834</id><published>2011-08-16T19:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:16:34.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZEgQNhNhNk/TkqlVZGpYTI/AAAAAAAABCw/YWx41MJuItg/s1600/diddl_e_diddlina_dolcissimo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZEgQNhNhNk/TkqlVZGpYTI/AAAAAAAABCw/YWx41MJuItg/s400/diddl_e_diddlina_dolcissimo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641503270169567538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti ho tenuta in braccio e ti ho sorretto&lt;br /&gt;ti ho coccolato e ti ho curato&lt;br /&gt;fino a quando mi sono accorto che avrei continuato a portare, &lt;br /&gt;oltre a te, il tuo fidanzato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6109994897530430834?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6109994897530430834/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6109994897530430834' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6109994897530430834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6109994897530430834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/ti-ho-tenuta-in-braccio-e-ti-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-wZEgQNhNhNk/TkqlVZGpYTI/AAAAAAAABCw/YWx41MJuItg/s72-c/diddl_e_diddlina_dolcissimo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7639914023657817194</id><published>2011-08-15T20:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:34:52.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEpkautYjPQ/TklmvzvjaSI/AAAAAAAABCo/qbgQRjl8Eoc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEpkautYjPQ/TklmvzvjaSI/AAAAAAAABCo/qbgQRjl8Eoc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641152979787802914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacerebbe tanto ritrovarti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7639914023657817194?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7639914023657817194/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7639914023657817194' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7639914023657817194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7639914023657817194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/mi-piacerebbe-tanto-ritrovarti.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-fEpkautYjPQ/TklmvzvjaSI/AAAAAAAABCo/qbgQRjl8Eoc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1964418607025321006</id><published>2011-08-12T20:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:39:11.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOcR24ySERM/TkVzGrkcN5I/AAAAAAAABCg/V35wzad04pk/s1600/lorenzo-starrynightpic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOcR24ySERM/TkVzGrkcN5I/AAAAAAAABCg/V35wzad04pk/s400/lorenzo-starrynightpic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640040666963392402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei tanto vedere una stella cadente&lt;br /&gt;in questi giorni. &lt;br /&gt;Ho un desiderio da esprimere.&lt;br /&gt;E una voglia matta di scivolare sulla sua coda&lt;br /&gt;fino a te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1964418607025321006?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1964418607025321006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1964418607025321006' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1964418607025321006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1964418607025321006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/vorrei-tanto-vedere-una-stella-cadente.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-HOcR24ySERM/TkVzGrkcN5I/AAAAAAAABCg/V35wzad04pk/s72-c/lorenzo-starrynightpic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-385487657394626912</id><published>2011-08-11T20:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:52:39.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mElTGFrgHkg/TkQb3ynJABI/AAAAAAAABCY/J0UUX0JJ7vo/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mElTGFrgHkg/TkQb3ynJABI/AAAAAAAABCY/J0UUX0JJ7vo/s400/c3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639663278667399186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tra i colori di un acquerello&lt;br /&gt;trovo le immagini senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;che danzano ancora su un orizzonte lontano.&lt;br /&gt;mi avvicino e ti trovo,&lt;br /&gt;stella caduta del cielo&lt;br /&gt;pietra silenziosa e preziosa&lt;br /&gt;pane dai mille profumi&lt;br /&gt;e tra le carezze di questi pensieri&lt;br /&gt;ritrovo ancora una volta&lt;br /&gt;la tavolozza di quei colori&lt;br /&gt;il filo dei miei ricami&lt;br /&gt;e la voglia di dirti ti amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-385487657394626912?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/385487657394626912/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=385487657394626912' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/385487657394626912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/385487657394626912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/tra-i-colori-di-un-acquerello-trovo-le.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-mElTGFrgHkg/TkQb3ynJABI/AAAAAAAABCY/J0UUX0JJ7vo/s72-c/c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3813573780219448940</id><published>2011-08-08T23:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:30:57.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJgEiu17d9o/TkBUCwbmAMI/AAAAAAAABCI/zZxwdZYOBTs/s1600/fata%2Bmanga%2B%252848%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJgEiu17d9o/TkBUCwbmAMI/AAAAAAAABCI/zZxwdZYOBTs/s400/fata%2Bmanga%2B%252848%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638599139804971202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'amo come un sogno di madreperla.&lt;br /&gt;Alle mie labbra chiedo solo di accarezzarti&lt;br /&gt;e fare per te ciò che si può fare solo in silenzio:&lt;br /&gt;perdersi in un bacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3813573780219448940?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3813573780219448940/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3813573780219448940' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3813573780219448940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3813573780219448940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/tamo-come-un-sogno-di-madreperla.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-CJgEiu17d9o/TkBUCwbmAMI/AAAAAAAABCI/zZxwdZYOBTs/s72-c/fata%2Bmanga%2B%252848%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1109264061670836557</id><published>2011-08-06T19:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:03:45.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKwwoDCs0Zc/Tj1_9ywAEuI/AAAAAAAABCA/eTINM8wGhFw/s1600/fan-manga_20060513_174839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKwwoDCs0Zc/Tj1_9ywAEuI/AAAAAAAABCA/eTINM8wGhFw/s400/fan-manga_20060513_174839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637803008109581026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sempre è come una marea, &lt;br /&gt;quando lei fissa su di me i suoi occhi blu,&lt;br /&gt;quando sento la sua voce perdersi&lt;br /&gt;nelle mattine e nei tramonti.&lt;br /&gt;è come una marea,&lt;br /&gt;quando s'apre come una rosa immensa,&lt;br /&gt;e mi travolge con gli occhi la bocca le mani&lt;br /&gt;è come una marea lei, &lt;br /&gt;incisa negli alberi del bosco&lt;br /&gt;dipinta sulle ali delle farfalle &lt;br /&gt;colorata nel cielo della sera,&lt;br /&gt;è come una marea lei&lt;br /&gt;che si muove nei miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;e si confonde tra le mie parole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1109264061670836557?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1109264061670836557/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1109264061670836557' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1109264061670836557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1109264061670836557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/sempre-e-come-una-marea-quando-lei.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-DKwwoDCs0Zc/Tj1_9ywAEuI/AAAAAAAABCA/eTINM8wGhFw/s72-c/fan-manga_20060513_174839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1372765606705350591</id><published>2011-08-03T22:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:52:41.593+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULgWvwu8R_k/TjmzZLXi6EI/AAAAAAAABB4/M0wwwXCeT9E/s1600/chiave-dei-ricordi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULgWvwu8R_k/TjmzZLXi6EI/AAAAAAAABB4/M0wwwXCeT9E/s400/chiave-dei-ricordi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636733653760534594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di una nave di ricordi mi sembra di essere il capitano, sballottato tra le onde di un mare perduto, e diretto verso un orizzonte che continua ad avere la stessa forma di te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1372765606705350591?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1372765606705350591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1372765606705350591' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1372765606705350591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1372765606705350591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/di-una-nave-di-ricordi-mi-sembra-di.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-ULgWvwu8R_k/TjmzZLXi6EI/AAAAAAAABB4/M0wwwXCeT9E/s72-c/chiave-dei-ricordi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4209319267272223154</id><published>2011-08-02T19:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:58:12.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9ZpZ6IwaE/Tjg6TdiqI5I/AAAAAAAABBw/7BTNj-g5jnQ/s1600/tutorial-draw-manga-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9ZpZ6IwaE/Tjg6TdiqI5I/AAAAAAAABBw/7BTNj-g5jnQ/s400/tutorial-draw-manga-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636319039676097426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed io essendo povero ho solo i miei sogni e i miei sogni ho steso ai tuoi piedi. Cammina leggera perché stai camminando sui miei sogni. &lt;br /&gt;(William Butler Yeats)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4209319267272223154?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4209319267272223154/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4209319267272223154' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4209319267272223154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4209319267272223154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/ed-io-essendo-povero-ho-solo-i-miei.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-7d9ZpZ6IwaE/Tjg6TdiqI5I/AAAAAAAABBw/7BTNj-g5jnQ/s72-c/tutorial-draw-manga-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7289109958632633526</id><published>2011-08-01T20:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:35:00.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDVdqBp1Atc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDVdqBp1Atc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dobbiamo dare, qualcosa in mezzo agli altri&lt;br /&gt;dobbiamo stare, uniti ma distanti&lt;br /&gt;anche se spaventati dai giorni che son più brutti&lt;br /&gt;preghiamo per i nostri sogni tutte le notti&lt;br /&gt;tutte le notti nei nostri sogni c'è un po' di realtà&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7289109958632633526?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7289109958632633526/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7289109958632633526' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7289109958632633526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7289109958632633526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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-28038021.post-2257623584716105742</id><published>2011-07-31T22:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:10:38.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-xLiQqVfbE/TjW2kxWJPkI/AAAAAAAABBo/L5aNJomeByg/s1600/ballo-latino-americano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-xLiQqVfbE/TjW2kxWJPkI/AAAAAAAABBo/L5aNJomeByg/s400/ballo-latino-americano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635611251561807426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il destino, te ne accorgi che c'è quando guardi indietro, mai quando guardi avanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2257623584716105742?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2257623584716105742/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2257623584716105742' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2257623584716105742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2257623584716105742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-destino-te-ne-accorgi-che-ce-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-p-xLiQqVfbE/TjW2kxWJPkI/AAAAAAAABBo/L5aNJomeByg/s72-c/ballo-latino-americano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8446966855902326814</id><published>2011-07-30T23:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:03:09.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AprT50LbM4A/TjRxDK3rZZI/AAAAAAAABBg/FVM0rs5S5rw/s1600/Aragorn%252Barwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AprT50LbM4A/TjRxDK3rZZI/AAAAAAAABBg/FVM0rs5S5rw/s400/Aragorn%252Barwen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635253333018764690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stasera ho visto un programma in TV: era la replica di una puntata che abbiamo visto insieme, una sera di qualche mese fa. Quanti ricordi. E tra un pensiero e l'altro, la scena più bella di un film che ho sempre voluto vedere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Preferirei dividere una sola vita con te che affrontare da sola tutte le infinite ere di questo mondo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8446966855902326814?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8446966855902326814/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8446966855902326814' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8446966855902326814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8446966855902326814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/stasera-ho-visto-un-programma-in-tv-era.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-AprT50LbM4A/TjRxDK3rZZI/AAAAAAAABBg/FVM0rs5S5rw/s72-c/Aragorn%252Barwen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-441826550279687265</id><published>2011-07-29T23:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:24:47.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UBOxnRSmOg/TjMkmD_rzhI/AAAAAAAABBY/31R7ztjItEk/s1600/celtico_unione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UBOxnRSmOg/TjMkmD_rzhI/AAAAAAAABBY/31R7ztjItEk/s400/celtico_unione.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634887795096669714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho giocato tutto il giorno con il bracciale di stoffa che avevi fatto per noi. Ti ricordi? L'ho trovato nel mio portafoglio, dove lo misi allora, quando si ruppe. &lt;br /&gt;Sarà un caso che poi cercando una foto per questo post ho trovato questa, le mani intrecciate durante il matrimonio celtico, e legate con un semplice nastro di stoffa. Ti ricordi nella tua camera?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-441826550279687265?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/441826550279687265/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=441826550279687265' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/441826550279687265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/441826550279687265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/oggi-ho-giocato-tutto-il-giorno-con-il.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-5UBOxnRSmOg/TjMkmD_rzhI/AAAAAAAABBY/31R7ztjItEk/s72-c/celtico_unione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2170577928312525642</id><published>2011-07-28T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:54:16.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEzKYsbpBtc/TjHMatj0iyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OdMCLVp1XaI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEzKYsbpBtc/TjHMatj0iyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OdMCLVp1XaI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634509368095705890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se è tardi a trovarmi, insisti, se non ci sono in un posto, cerca in un altro, perché io son fermo da qualche parte ad aspettare te.&lt;br /&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2170577928312525642?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2170577928312525642/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2170577928312525642' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2170577928312525642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2170577928312525642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-e-tardi-trovarmi-insisti-se-non-ci.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-dEzKYsbpBtc/TjHMatj0iyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OdMCLVp1XaI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6487270008599241925</id><published>2011-07-27T21:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:38:18.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmO_B3FbWXI/TjBowM996DI/AAAAAAAABBI/7pVz4Xl-IPM/s1600/sento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmO_B3FbWXI/TjBowM996DI/AAAAAAAABBI/7pVz4Xl-IPM/s400/sento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634118311164635186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi manchi tanto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6487270008599241925?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6487270008599241925/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6487270008599241925' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6487270008599241925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6487270008599241925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/mi-manchi-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-fmO_B3FbWXI/TjBowM996DI/AAAAAAAABBI/7pVz4Xl-IPM/s72-c/sento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3994753818547919192</id><published>2011-07-26T19:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:41:18.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ik-SaouenQ/Ti771oxExOI/AAAAAAAABBA/PHMLcIh2a-k/s1600/cell_pc250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ik-SaouenQ/Ti771oxExOI/AAAAAAAABBA/PHMLcIh2a-k/s400/cell_pc250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633717082781959394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie di aver chiamato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3994753818547919192?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3994753818547919192/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3994753818547919192' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3994753818547919192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3994753818547919192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/grazie-di-aver-chiamato.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-6ik-SaouenQ/Ti771oxExOI/AAAAAAAABBA/PHMLcIh2a-k/s72-c/cell_pc250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-2502401597487983090</id><published>2011-07-24T20:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:44:26.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8KFZC4KDtpE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-2502401597487983090?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/2502401597487983090/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=2502401597487983090' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2502401597487983090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/2502401597487983090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/8KFZC4KDtpE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6067427931128344956</id><published>2011-07-22T20:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:55:40.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzNESY2zIuU/TinGy4_VSZI/AAAAAAAABA4/LzQ_KA_Wkdo/s1600/romantic_emo-1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzNESY2zIuU/TinGy4_VSZI/AAAAAAAABA4/LzQ_KA_Wkdo/s400/romantic_emo-1520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632251386597296530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ti amo come si ama un desiderio,&lt;br /&gt;senza compromessi e senza ragione,&lt;br /&gt;ti amo come si ama un sogno,&lt;br /&gt;senza limiti e senza vergogna,&lt;br /&gt;ti amo come si ama una favola&lt;br /&gt;senza domande e senza risposte...&lt;br /&gt;ti amo in tanti modi,&lt;br /&gt;ma il più semplice resta sempre questo:&lt;br /&gt;immaginare sempre il tuo ritorno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6067427931128344956?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6067427931128344956/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6067427931128344956' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6067427931128344956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6067427931128344956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/ti-amo-come-si-ama-un-desiderio-senza.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-gzNESY2zIuU/TinGy4_VSZI/AAAAAAAABA4/LzQ_KA_Wkdo/s72-c/romantic_emo-1520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7182274857983783662</id><published>2011-07-21T22:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:29:31.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-IpJlIKGio/TiiL7rody3I/AAAAAAAABAw/dzzf_AZWNnM/s1600/DonnaInRivaAlMare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-IpJlIKGio/TiiL7rody3I/AAAAAAAABAw/dzzf_AZWNnM/s400/DonnaInRivaAlMare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631905191467797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove stai andando, amore mio?&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho sperato di vederti, dal balcone,&lt;br /&gt;come il miraggio di un sogno lontano.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè quando penso a te il mio cuore batte più forte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7182274857983783662?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7182274857983783662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7182274857983783662' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7182274857983783662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7182274857983783662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/dove-stai-andando-amore-mio-oggi-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-r-IpJlIKGio/TiiL7rody3I/AAAAAAAABAw/dzzf_AZWNnM/s72-c/DonnaInRivaAlMare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3449457877070678588</id><published>2011-07-20T22:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:31:26.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CJ2axkR5g/Tic62STS0YI/AAAAAAAABAo/8SZvuHoybJw/s1600/vento3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CJ2axkR5g/Tic62STS0YI/AAAAAAAABAo/8SZvuHoybJw/s400/vento3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631534563350204802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche questa sera, per darti la buonanotte,&lt;br /&gt;dovrò immaginare di averti innanzi a me.&lt;br /&gt;Ma prima di darti il bacio,&lt;br /&gt;anche questa sera soffierò nella sera,&lt;br /&gt;perchè arrivino fino te, come carezza del vento,&lt;br /&gt;le parole che posso solo sussurrare alla notte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3449457877070678588?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3449457877070678588/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3449457877070678588' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3449457877070678588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3449457877070678588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/anche-questa-sera-per-darti-la.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-B1CJ2axkR5g/Tic62STS0YI/AAAAAAAABAo/8SZvuHoybJw/s72-c/vento3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4348167815172053722</id><published>2011-07-19T22:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:13:42.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIRIc_mZyes/TiXlUgshgeI/AAAAAAAABAg/FgA9ngGxG0A/s1600/Romantic_Love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIRIc_mZyes/TiXlUgshgeI/AAAAAAAABAg/FgA9ngGxG0A/s400/Romantic_Love1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631159049633497570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi manca dividere la mia vita con te...&lt;br /&gt;e stasera mi manca ancora di più darti la buonanotte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4348167815172053722?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4348167815172053722/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4348167815172053722' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4348167815172053722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4348167815172053722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/mi-manca-dividere-la-mia-vita-con-te.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-uIRIc_mZyes/TiXlUgshgeI/AAAAAAAABAg/FgA9ngGxG0A/s72-c/Romantic_Love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8623104335215055323</id><published>2011-07-18T20:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:39:25.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-pINMYD03g/TiR8UeFLgCI/AAAAAAAABAY/yFeg5UIb5zA/s1600/Anime_Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-pINMYD03g/TiR8UeFLgCI/AAAAAAAABAY/yFeg5UIb5zA/s400/Anime_Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630762125233979426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sai, io penso che anche tu quando guardi il telefono provi una stretta al cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Io penso che anche tu immagini le parole da dirci e come dircele.&lt;br /&gt;Forse se ti vedessi ora non riuscirei a dire nient'altro: forse ti abbraccerei soltanto.&lt;br /&gt;Con tanta forza, quanto i giorni passati senza vederti.&lt;br /&gt;Ti prego, allora, abbi fiducia nel futuro, in quello che puoi fare e in quello che vuoi diventare. Non abbandonare mai quell'immagine, ma cerca ogni giorno, piano piano, il modo di poter mettere un mattoncino, e poi ancora un altro, e poi un altro, per costruire la dimora ideale per te.&lt;br /&gt;Io credo che tu ce la possa fare, devi solo credere in te.&lt;br /&gt;E non dimenticare mai, se ti va, di essere sempre un po' smorfiosa... come tuo solito.&lt;br /&gt;Un abbraccio,&lt;br /&gt;ti amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8623104335215055323?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8623104335215055323/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8623104335215055323' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8623104335215055323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8623104335215055323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/sai-io-penso-che-anche-tu-quando-guardi.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-h-pINMYD03g/TiR8UeFLgCI/AAAAAAAABAY/yFeg5UIb5zA/s72-c/Anime_Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8440467306197795712</id><published>2011-07-17T12:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:57:00.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7A8QgTCQlY/TiK36FetlpI/AAAAAAAABAQ/9dlURKfh0zs/s1600/anime%2BGirl%2BFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7A8QgTCQlY/TiK36FetlpI/AAAAAAAABAQ/9dlURKfh0zs/s400/anime%2BGirl%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630264692697831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi un'insolita nostalgia ha colto il mio cuore. Mi piacerebbe vederti, mi piacerebbe sentire la tua voce e il suono delle tue moine. Mi piacerebbe inventare la macchina del tempo, solo per ritornare indietro, solo per trattenerti con la mano e dirti, aspetta, fidati di me.&lt;br /&gt;In questi giorni ho cercato di parlarti attraverso questi post, come avevo deciso di fare per tutto il tempo di questa separazione imposta. Credevo che parlarti così, scrivendoti lì dove solo tu arrivavi a leggere, fosse il nostro modo romantico di continuare a dirci ti amo e aspettami. E certamente, se anche non posso minimamente immaginare come stai, certamente sono sicuro di credere che anche tu senti un vuoto dentro, come un dolore, ma più profondo, e più intenso. A volte mi faccio tante domande, a volte chiudo semplicemente gli occhi e giro la faccia sul cuscino: dio, ci vuole coraggio in questa dannata vita!&lt;br /&gt;E se per vivere ci vuole coraggio, ce ne vuole una montagna in più per dirsi addio. E ci vuole un motivo, e ci vogliono tante altre cose che non riesco nemmeno a individuare, perchè non le provo.&lt;br /&gt;E se delle persone care che ci hanno salutato prima di andare via manteniamo il ricordo, cosa bisogna mantenere di una persona cara che ha guardato in faccia la tua anima e che tu speri ancora di incontrare improvvisamente dietro l'angolo, e per questo cerchi di immaginare cosa dire e cosa fare? Io non so dirti perchè perdiamo tempo a rinfacciarci le cose, ad accusarci, invece di dirci che lo stiamo facendo perchè vogliamo sciogliere quel dolore grande che è dentro di noi.&lt;br /&gt;Ho provato a dirti questo quando aspettavi un mio squillo e invece ricevevi un mio post. Ho provato a dirti questo quando ti ho detto che ti amo.&lt;br /&gt;E mi è tornato il sorriso quando ho ritrovato questo tuo post: ti prego, gnappy, ascolta il tuo cuore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ci sono cose nella vita che ti fanno sentire così bene che  riusciresti a comabattere contro tutto e contro tutti.. e ci sono cose  così belle nella vita che a volte rischi di rovinare tutto solo perchè  hai una terribile paura di pederle.. mescoli la tua vita con un'altra e  ti senti felice e questo miscuglio di emozioni e di sensazioni ti fanno  capire il vero valore della vita e tu ricominci dinuovo a vivere..&lt;br /&gt;Ti  amo anch'io e dico sul serio ma, a volte so di non meritarti e queso mi  fa stare male perchè sei troppo speciale per me, meriteresti di più ma  poi dopo un pò mi guardo intorno e mi chiedo: come farei senza di te?&lt;br /&gt;Mi manchi!&lt;br /&gt;x sempre tua dea della speranza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8440467306197795712?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8440467306197795712/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8440467306197795712' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8440467306197795712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8440467306197795712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/oggi-uninsolita-nostalgia-ha-colto-il.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-L7A8QgTCQlY/TiK36FetlpI/AAAAAAAABAQ/9dlURKfh0zs/s72-c/anime%2BGirl%2BFlowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-3127206332069839655</id><published>2011-07-16T20:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:56:26.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDfN2zuy0lU/TiHes-azRdI/AAAAAAAABAI/ouX59A75o88/s1600/oggi%2Bti%2Bamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDfN2zuy0lU/TiHes-azRdI/AAAAAAAABAI/ouX59A75o88/s400/oggi%2Bti%2Bamo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630025873440851410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anche oggi ho una dannata voglia di prendere il telefono e chiamarti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-3127206332069839655?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/3127206332069839655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=3127206332069839655' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3127206332069839655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/3127206332069839655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/anche-oggi-ho-una-dannata-voglia-di.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-HDfN2zuy0lU/TiHes-azRdI/AAAAAAAABAI/ouX59A75o88/s72-c/oggi%2Bti%2Bamo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-555019336110183877</id><published>2011-07-15T21:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:08:25.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DU4D8oq-KJs/TiCQH7fkW4I/AAAAAAAABAA/Xp6rubLAXr4/s1600/UN%2BBACIO%2BCHE%2BRESTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DU4D8oq-KJs/TiCQH7fkW4I/AAAAAAAABAA/Xp6rubLAXr4/s400/UN%2BBACIO%2BCHE%2BRESTA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629658000116702082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un bacio.  Ma cos'è, così d'un tratto? Un giuramento reso tra sé e sé, un patto  più stretto... È come un traguardo che insieme è un avvio, un punto rosa  acceso sulla "i" di "amore mio", un bisbiglìo alle labbra perché  l'orecchio intenda, il brivido del miele di un'ape che sfaccenda, una comunione presa al petalo di un fiore, un modo lungo e lieve di respirarsi il cuore e di gustarsi in bocca l'anima poco a poco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-555019336110183877?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/555019336110183877/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=555019336110183877' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/555019336110183877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/555019336110183877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-bacio.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-DU4D8oq-KJs/TiCQH7fkW4I/AAAAAAAABAA/Xp6rubLAXr4/s72-c/UN%2BBACIO%2BCHE%2BRESTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6954248033277405288</id><published>2011-07-14T22:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:40:19.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ba6p3CuoptQ" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6954248033277405288?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6954248033277405288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6954248033277405288' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6954248033277405288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6954248033277405288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/ba6p3CuoptQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-5549074261451539621</id><published>2011-07-13T21:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:04:17.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhC1DMq94e8/Th3rpl5VmJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qrjFC3IL5UY/s1600/55868420_70d63979d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhC1DMq94e8/Th3rpl5VmJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qrjFC3IL5UY/s400/55868420_70d63979d4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628914209062754450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti cerco tra il rumore dell'amore e il soffio delle emozioni,&lt;br /&gt;ti cerco per dirti mi manchi&lt;br /&gt;ti cerco per dirti ancora...ancora e ancora&lt;br /&gt;ti amo come ieri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-5549074261451539621?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/5549074261451539621/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=5549074261451539621' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5549074261451539621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/5549074261451539621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/ti-cerco-tra-il-rumore-dellamore-e-il.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-BhC1DMq94e8/Th3rpl5VmJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qrjFC3IL5UY/s72-c/55868420_70d63979d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-8737005202273513846</id><published>2011-07-12T19:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:47:36.468+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMh3t3DfE_s/ThyAgiMf0SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1AMZ3d5HEqs/s1600/Dimmi-come-dormi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMh3t3DfE_s/ThyAgiMf0SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1AMZ3d5HEqs/s400/Dimmi-come-dormi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628514930729668898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ora so che a volte, se l'amore è vero amore, niente può separare due persone fatte per stare insieme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando una donna parla all'uomo dei suoi sentimenti, non vuole consigli. Vuole solo essere ascoltata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-8737005202273513846?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/8737005202273513846/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=8737005202273513846' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8737005202273513846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/8737005202273513846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/ora-lho-capito-quando-una-donna-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-SMh3t3DfE_s/ThyAgiMf0SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1AMZ3d5HEqs/s72-c/Dimmi-come-dormi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-1736099025487709775</id><published>2011-07-07T21:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:16:09.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMEdFZ0sAaY/ThYFo4OgFoI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gYCz7O9OetQ/s1600/Chiama-angeli-swarovski2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMEdFZ0sAaY/ThYFo4OgFoI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gYCz7O9OetQ/s400/Chiama-angeli-swarovski2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626690984292128386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amore mio,&lt;br /&gt;una volta ti ho regalato un chiama-angeli.&lt;br /&gt;Che ne dici di esprimere un desiderio&lt;br /&gt;e usarlo un po'?&lt;br /&gt;Io voglio vederti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-1736099025487709775?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/1736099025487709775/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=1736099025487709775' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1736099025487709775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/1736099025487709775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/amore-mio-una-volta-ti-ho-regalato-un.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-pMEdFZ0sAaY/ThYFo4OgFoI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gYCz7O9OetQ/s72-c/Chiama-angeli-swarovski2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6509993057138941604</id><published>2011-07-06T21:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:06:19.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3po9S5KJlsI/ThSxx8F8oMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/9OpYnuXSvk4/s1600/lettere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3po9S5KJlsI/ThSxx8F8oMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/9OpYnuXSvk4/s400/lettere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626317305995370690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oggi ho riletto le tue lettere...&lt;br /&gt;che belle! Ricordo ancora quando aspettavo&lt;br /&gt;che mi dessi la nuova. Mi piaceva credere di sentire la tua voce.&lt;br /&gt;Anche oggi ho immaginato che fossi accanto a me.&lt;br /&gt;E che le dicevi davvero quelle parole.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure, l'unica cosa di reale che v'ho trovato,&lt;br /&gt;è la lacrima che mi è scesa dal viso.&lt;br /&gt;Mi manchi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6509993057138941604?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6509993057138941604/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6509993057138941604' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6509993057138941604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6509993057138941604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/oggi-ho-riletto-le-tue-lettere.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-3po9S5KJlsI/ThSxx8F8oMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/9OpYnuXSvk4/s72-c/lettere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-4698004259436364219</id><published>2011-07-05T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:26:07.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43ZtgyAKnvM/ThNXLQWH9LI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cI-kX73bnTU/s1600/37_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43ZtgyAKnvM/ThNXLQWH9LI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cI-kX73bnTU/s400/37_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625936210393822386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inseparabili...&lt;br /&gt;come io e te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-4698004259436364219?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/4698004259436364219/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=4698004259436364219' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4698004259436364219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/4698004259436364219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/inseparabili.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-43ZtgyAKnvM/ThNXLQWH9LI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cI-kX73bnTU/s72-c/37_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6495997736525830023</id><published>2011-07-04T08:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:07:48.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Buon Compleanno!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIDQnBGn1Gw/ThFYdt7cv3I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5li9ktdUNY4/s1600/Buon_Compleanno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIDQnBGn1Gw/ThFYdt7cv3I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5li9ktdUNY4/s400/Buon_Compleanno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625374677130854258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanti Auguriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mi sarebbe piaciuto darteli di persona,&lt;br /&gt;ma aspetterò:&lt;br /&gt;Tanti Auguri amore mio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6495997736525830023?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6495997736525830023/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6495997736525830023' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6495997736525830023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6495997736525830023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/buon-compleanno.html' title='Buon Compleanno!!!!'/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-VIDQnBGn1Gw/ThFYdt7cv3I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5li9ktdUNY4/s72-c/Buon_Compleanno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-784244100851174058</id><published>2011-07-02T20:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:00:35.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnHayQlEFqU/Tg9mzqsnqTI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ze0SqP1zeDk/s1600/serate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnHayQlEFqU/Tg9mzqsnqTI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ze0SqP1zeDk/s400/serate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624827497429838130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mi mancano le serate di allora,&lt;br /&gt;tra film, video, discorsi seri,&lt;br /&gt;promesse d'amore, cene... e tante risate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-784244100851174058?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/784244100851174058/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=784244100851174058' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/784244100851174058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/784244100851174058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/07/mi-mancano-le-serate-di-allora-tra-film.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-HnHayQlEFqU/Tg9mzqsnqTI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ze0SqP1zeDk/s72-c/serate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7552210723548639842</id><published>2011-06-30T20:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:31:55.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m087Q6POODQ/TgzA_idb5EI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VglKy_cjsvQ/s1600/554216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m087Q6POODQ/TgzA_idb5EI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VglKy_cjsvQ/s400/554216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624082232493466690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMxGhxbC0f8/TgzAjOJiBRI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gAxJJfTFwaU/s1600/fotocuccioli_59.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;14&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabella normale";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;L’amore vero&lt;br /&gt;non è mai rimproverare l’altro senza aver prima rimproverato “noi”&lt;br /&gt;non è mai scritto&lt;br /&gt;non è mai perduto&lt;br /&gt;l’amore vero&lt;br /&gt;è riconoscere il cuore dell’altro tra tanti,&lt;br /&gt;è ascoltare la sua voce prima delle sue parole&lt;br /&gt;è rendere omaggio con gesti silenziosi&lt;br /&gt;è la mano che sorregge quando tutte si ritraggono&lt;br /&gt;è la casa sincera dell’altro&lt;br /&gt;è la verità confessata senza giudizio e senza rancore&lt;br /&gt;è il perdono domandato ma già ottenuto&lt;br /&gt;è il ritrovarsi ogni giorno senza parole non dette&lt;br /&gt;è il proteggersi in nome della sincerità e della verità&lt;br /&gt;è divertirsi con poco&lt;br /&gt;è guardare al futuro senza accuse&lt;br /&gt;è scegliere l’altro, e risceglierlo ancora, e ogni giorno ancora&lt;br /&gt;è imparare dal passato senza essere condannati a ripeterlo&lt;br /&gt;è conoscere se stessi e i propri limiti&lt;br /&gt;è conoscere l’altro e le sue paure&lt;br /&gt;è combattere con coraggio e lealtà&lt;br /&gt;è non arrendersi alla paura e agli altri&lt;br /&gt;è cercare nell’altro il suono della propria anima&lt;br /&gt;è dire ti amo quando tutti parlano&lt;br /&gt;è poter dire all’altro: con te, mi sento nudo.&lt;br /&gt;Forse l’amore vero è la follia di continuare ad amare l’altro, nonostante tutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7552210723548639842?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7552210723548639842/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7552210723548639842' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7552210723548639842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7552210723548639842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/06/normal-0-14-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-m087Q6POODQ/TgzA_idb5EI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VglKy_cjsvQ/s72-c/554216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-6122753038167275333</id><published>2011-06-28T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:42:20.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-q3cDaM7sA/Tgoge-YiRmI/AAAAAAAAA-s/SfdHeZxljmw/s1600/c24f1f4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-q3cDaM7sA/Tgoge-YiRmI/AAAAAAAAA-s/SfdHeZxljmw/s400/c24f1f4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623342801239557730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volevo dirti che ti amo...&lt;br /&gt;te lo posso portare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-6122753038167275333?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/6122753038167275333/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=6122753038167275333' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6122753038167275333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/6122753038167275333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/06/volevo-dirti-che-ti-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-E-q3cDaM7sA/Tgoge-YiRmI/AAAAAAAAA-s/SfdHeZxljmw/s72-c/c24f1f4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038021.post-7361279113410255963</id><published>2011-06-27T19:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:52:24.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOJwGLfEork/TgjDEcPYzhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/1LjB-dn8hVg/s1600/cercami.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOJwGLfEork/TgjDEcPYzhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/1LjB-dn8hVg/s400/cercami.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622958615839690258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ti sto cercando, perchè so che ora che non mi cerchi, hai più bisogno di me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amore mio,&lt;br /&gt;cercami nel tuo cuore, come farebbe ogni amore vero,&lt;br /&gt;cercami vicino alle paure e ai batticuore, perchè voglio ancora tremare&lt;br /&gt;nel guardare i tuoi occhi di mare e nel toccare il tuo seno di giada;&lt;br /&gt;cercami accanto alla tua mano, come testimonia ogni promessa,&lt;br /&gt;perchè voglio ancora stringerti forte, come il più caro dei sogni.&lt;br /&gt;Cercami accanto a te perchè sarò pronto a prenderti tra le braccia&lt;br /&gt;quando i tuoi passi diventeranno troppo pesanti e tristi,&lt;br /&gt;cercami lì, senza parole e senza promesse,&lt;br /&gt;ma solo con la voglia di essere felice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038021-7361279113410255963?l=unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/feeds/7361279113410255963/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038021&amp;postID=7361279113410255963' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7361279113410255963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038021/posts/default/7361279113410255963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.com/2011/06/ti-sto-cercando-perche-so-che-ora-che.html' title=''/><author><name>MyWay</name><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/-IOJwGLfEork/TgjDEcPYzhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/1LjB-dn8hVg/s72-c/cercami.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
