<?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-6893798237773263421</id><updated>2012-01-02T15:04:05.002+01:00</updated><category term='phil collins'/><category term='musica'/><category term='Aerandir'/><category term='rimbaud'/><category term='Chasing Cars'/><category term='magnificent'/><category term='sogno'/><category term='sensazione'/><category term='mare'/><category term='a groovy kind of love'/><category term='love is all around'/><category term='lyric'/><category term='u2 war two hearts beat as one'/><category term='chords'/><category term='buon umore'/><category term='bruce springsteen working on a dream'/><category term='estate'/><category term='novembre'/><category term='catania'/><category term='accordi'/><category term='fata morgana stretto di messina ottica'/><category term='natale'/><category term='Eruanna'/><category term='meredith brooks bitch elisa'/><category term='frenesia'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='high definition'/><category term='coelho'/><category term='emily dickinson'/><category term='falsità'/><category term='ti vorrei sollevare'/><category term='pasqua 2009 eruanna aerandir auguri'/><category term='consumismo'/><category term='elisa'/><category term='elfi'/><category term='cardigans'/><category term='cure'/><category term='plainsong'/><category term='wet wet wet'/><category term='u2'/><category term='testo e accordi'/><category term='Snow Patrol'/><category term='etha'/><title type='text'>Etha ( Elisa Distefano ) -  Pensieri e Parole</title><subtitle type='html'>BlogEtha di Elisa Distefano, pensieri sconnessi di una mente sconnessa combattuta tra razionalità e  romanticismo, rumore e suono, cuore e mente, musica ed informatica ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2886542342092900868</id><published>2012-01-02T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:04:05.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buon 2012</title><content type='html'>Eccoci ... un altro anno è iniziato! Buttiamo via il vecchio calendario e ricominciamo a contare da qui.&lt;br /&gt;Auguri! Perchè quest'anno sia come ognuno di noi lo desidera, che i nostri sogni possano realizzarsi o che possiamo continuare almeno a sognare. L'importante è non perdere mai l'obiettivo di vista e pensare che in fondo, anche quando sembra che le cose non girino per il verso giusto, un giorno esce il sole e quel calore gratuito ci potrà rendere felici.&lt;br /&gt;Grandi o piccoli cambiamenti ... l'anima è sempre la stessa, il cuore anche. Il tempo che passa rafforza e non logora. Ogni giorno ci arricchisce di vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, siamo qui ... Auguri a tutti con questo stupendo pezzo degli U2 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O0IRY_eWuIw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is quiet on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;A world in white gets underway&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a blood red sky&lt;br /&gt;A crowd has gathered in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Arms entwined, the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers says, says&lt;br /&gt;Say it's true it's true...&lt;br /&gt;And we can break through&lt;br /&gt;Though torn in two&lt;br /&gt;We can be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;I...I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Oh...maybe tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we're told this is the golden age&lt;br /&gt;And gold is the reason for the wars we wage&lt;br /&gt;Though I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2886542342092900868?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2886542342092900868/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2012/01/buon-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2886542342092900868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2886542342092900868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2012/01/buon-2012.html' title='Buon 2012'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O0IRY_eWuIw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1930853992055156970</id><published>2011-12-21T14:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:03:46.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... 4 giorni a Natale ... anno 2011</title><content type='html'>E' un pò come il piatto di porcellana natalizio da collezione, il calendario dei Carabinieri appeso alla parete (rigorosamente in diagonale, perchè???), la mutanda rossa che non metterai MAI ma che ti regalano ogni anno (magari 4 misure più grande).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebbene si, oggi, miei cari, è il 21 dicembre... 22, 23, 24, 25 ... 4 GIORNI A NATALE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tutti voi sapete, è uno dei giorni più importanti dell'anno. Anche i Maya hanno previsto che il 21 dicembre (del 2012) finirà il mondo. Ma che scherziamo??? Giusto giusto ora che Silvio non è più al governo? Comunque, non divaghiamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritorniamo al nocciolo del discorso: mancano 4 giorni a Natale! Quindi cari amici, come ogni anno, un post nel mio blog è di dover per farvi i miei migliori PREauguri di Natale. E quale miglior regalo di un bel sorriso in questo periodo di crisi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo so che sono ripetitiva e ho poca fantasia, ma come non festegggiare il Natale senza aver visto questo video il 21 dicembre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v_YMjnQqDTk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAAAAAAAAAAANTI AUGURI DI PRE-NATALE!&lt;br /&gt;Respect yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6893798237773263421-1930853992055156970?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1930853992055156970/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/12/4-giorni-natale-anno-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1930853992055156970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1930853992055156970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/12/4-giorni-natale-anno-2011.html' title='... 4 giorni a Natale ... anno 2011'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v_YMjnQqDTk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7128747815765338028</id><published>2011-11-20T11:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:05:40.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>223</title><content type='html'>I can't do anything but thinking and thinking again, dreaming ... how beautiful he will be, how beautiful i will be for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's real, close to me. I can feel it, a lump in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine his eyes, while they appears in front of me ... slowly, while he reveals my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like it's something impossible that happens, just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could stop the time, stuck in that magic, i would remain in that moment forever.&lt;br /&gt;And this music is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7bTOS71Pt4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7128747815765338028?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7128747815765338028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/11/223.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7128747815765338028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7128747815765338028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/11/223.html' title='223'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d7bTOS71Pt4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2180868903597487802</id><published>2011-11-18T01:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:32:42.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Povera illusa. Pensava che il suo amore e la sua passione sarebbero stati abbastanza.Abbastanza da rendere il suo uomo felice, abbastanza da colmare le normali mancanze della vita. Chi, chi non vorrebbe di più? Tutto ciò che si desidera con uno schiocco di dita? Ma ogni giorno è fatto di piccoli e grandi compromessi, sapientemente bilanciati a favore di una somma positiva per cui, a fine giornata, si chiudono gli occhi stanchi ma sereni.Lui no. Lui non sarebbe stato mai così. La sua bilancia pendeva sempre da una parte. Avrebbe potuto avere il mondo e pensare che in fondo, l'universo era ciò che lo avrebbe realizzato. E se avesse avuto l'universo? Beh, magari avrebbe avuto la certezza che ancora altro ci sarebbe stato da scoprire. Reggere il peso di questa eterna infelicità sarebbe stata un'impresa ardua. Talvolta lei si sentiva tanto stupida e mediocre perchè il sorriso del suo uomo le riempiva di immensa gioia il cuore e non desiderava altro. Che bella sensazione doveva essere sentirsi il centro del mondo, il tutto. Lei non l'avrebbe mai provata.E lui non se ne sarebbe nemmeno accorto. Era troppo impegnato a cercare tutto il resto. All'infinito.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njwvIPJlPN0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2180868903597487802?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2180868903597487802/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2180868903597487802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2180868903597487802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8165738674722422741</id><published>2011-10-18T00:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:45:00.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>E ci risiamo ... un altro anno è passato, così in fretta, tanto da non rendermene conto.&lt;div&gt;Sono cambiate tante cose, ma dentro è come se tutto fosse bloccato all'istante in cui decisi di non abbandonare i miei sogni. E per quelli sempre lotterò.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non mi aspetto nulla dalla vita. Tutto ciò che essa vorrà donarmi sarà sempre un dono prezioso. Ogni piccolo sentimento, sia esso buono o meno, mi farà sentire viva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il tempo mi aiuta a scorgere tratti delle mie giornate che una volta passavano facilmente, inosservati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E così ora diventa speciale un'ora accanto alla persona amata, ad ascoltare il rumore della pioggia, la tenerezza di un neonato da stringere forte, il calore della famiglia che è sempre, sempre, vivo e mai morirà.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E la dolce attesa di un giorno speciale, tutto da sognare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per tutto questo, ringrazio il cielo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non penso di desiderare molto di più. E' già tanto così.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heart asks pleasure first ... Ascoltate questa dolce musica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fZeA0PbjcdI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8165738674722422741?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8165738674722422741/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/10/28.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8165738674722422741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8165738674722422741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/10/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fZeA0PbjcdI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8019238167805429538</id><published>2011-08-21T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:15:32.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.</title><content type='html'>Chiamatemi infantile o irresponsabile, fuori dal coro o controcorrente.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto ciò che ho voluto è stato per me stessa, perchè lo reputavo giusto per la mia vita. E non ho rimpianti. Non devo abbassarmi alla legge di nessuno&amp;nbsp; se non a quella del mio cuore. Amare è bello soprattutto perchè mi fa sentire viva, ma soffrire senza volerlo per dare qualcosa più grande di me, non è amare ... è distruggersi lentamente e distruggere la magia di qualcosa che, potenzialmente, potrebbe essere la gioia più grande della propria vita.&lt;br /&gt;Fermati, rifletti ... e vai solo dove ti porta il cuore. Non importa nient'altro.&lt;br /&gt;Non sarà una data, la mia età, la società, o chissà cosa a cambiarmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6QyVil0dwhk" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8019238167805429538?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8019238167805429538/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8019238167805429538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8019238167805429538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am.html' title='I am.'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6QyVil0dwhk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1612667950634448770</id><published>2011-07-03T19:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:51:18.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I don't think that they'd understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NdYWuo9OFAw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1612667950634448770?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1612667950634448770/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/07/cause-i-dont-think-that-theyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1612667950634448770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1612667950634448770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/07/cause-i-dont-think-that-theyd.html' title='&apos;Cause I don&apos;t think that they&apos;d understand...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NdYWuo9OFAw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3106661195029916343</id><published>2011-06-27T23:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:22:33.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The blower's daughter - Damien Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8ThuXEDvCZk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you...&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;br /&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3106661195029916343?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3106661195029916343/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/06/blowers-daughter-damien-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3106661195029916343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3106661195029916343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/06/blowers-daughter-damien-rice.html' title='The blower&apos;s daughter - Damien Rice'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8ThuXEDvCZk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2550113012762083531</id><published>2011-06-08T00:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:40:36.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble - coldplay</title><content type='html'>Just listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ABpvdszxtbI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see&lt;br /&gt;a spiderweb is tangled up with me&lt;br /&gt;and I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;and thought of all the stupid things I'd said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;a spiderweb and I'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;so I turned to run&lt;br /&gt;and thought of all the stupid things I'd done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I never meant to cause you trouble&lt;br /&gt;and I never never meant to do your wrong&lt;br /&gt;ah, well if I ever caused you trouble&lt;br /&gt;oh no I never meant to do you harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I see&lt;br /&gt;a spiderweb and it's me in the middle&lt;br /&gt;so I twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;but here am I in my little bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing and I never meant to cause you trouble&lt;br /&gt;and I never meant to do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;ah, well if I ever caused you trouble&lt;br /&gt;oh no I never meant to do you harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spun a web for me&lt;br /&gt;they spun a web for me&lt;br /&gt;they spun a web for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2550113012762083531?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2550113012762083531/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/06/trouble-coldplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2550113012762083531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2550113012762083531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/06/trouble-coldplay.html' title='Trouble - coldplay'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ABpvdszxtbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5601328671274197657</id><published>2011-04-17T12:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:43:13.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying in the sun</title><content type='html'>The way i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0xRb7t9pazk" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5601328671274197657?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5601328671274197657/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/04/dying-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5601328671274197657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5601328671274197657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/04/dying-in-sun.html' title='Dying in the sun'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0xRb7t9pazk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5232536050341348960</id><published>2011-03-08T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:37:57.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensieri notturni</title><content type='html'>Affiorano alla mente deboli parole miste a pensieri reconditi, si fanno  strada tra le mie dita e si trasformano in questo racconto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuori il vento spezza la quiete di questa gelida notte, sbatte sulle finestre e sibila, sussurra... chissà cosa poi. Tutti dormono avvolti tra le calde coperte: si scaldi chi può, gli amanti abbracciati o i cuori solitari con il proprio calore. &lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno non riesce a chiudere occhio ed accende la tv, qualcun altro inizia a pensare alla giornata trascorsa e a quella che verrà. C'è chi sogna ad occhi aperti, c'è chi già è stato rapito da Morfeo e si trova in fantastici mondi, o forse perso nei meandri più oscuri della propria mente, faccia a faccia con le proprie paure.&lt;br /&gt;Silenzio. &lt;br /&gt;Che magia, questo momento. Prendo la chitarra ed inizio a pizzicare le corde, piano ... perchè nessuno mi senta. La voce vibra, quasi spezzata, un filo di fiato per intonare qualche nota di una dolcissima canzone... Sssshhh, piano... Inizio a vagare con la mente, quasi il mondo intorno a me scompare. E' come se fossi su di una nuvola, ed il vento lì fuori mi trascinasse con sè... mi sento leggera. &lt;br /&gt;Come vorrei che lui mi sentisse, come vorrei che questo fremito di voce giungesse alle sue orecchie e ne cullasse i pensieri, gli donasse quella pace interiore che la stanchezza e la vita sempre più portano lontano. Innocente come il sorriso di un neonato mentre dorme ... chissà cosa sogna. Il riflesso incontrollato ed incontrollabile della mente e del cuore. Beata e mite ingenuità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fAhSf4NKeLA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is beautiful that way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en"&gt;Smile, without a reason why &lt;br /&gt;Love, as if you were a child &lt;br /&gt;Smile, no matter what they tell you &lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to a word they say &lt;br /&gt;'Cause life is beautiful that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, a tidal-wave of tears &lt;br /&gt;Light that slowly disappears &lt;br /&gt;Wait, before you close the curtain &lt;br /&gt;There’s still another game to play &lt;br /&gt;And life is beautiful that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, in his eyes forever more &lt;br /&gt;I will always be as close as you remember from before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that you're out there on your own &lt;br /&gt;Remember, what is real and what we dream is love alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the laughter in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Soon, your long awaited prize &lt;br /&gt;We'll forget about our sorrow &lt;br /&gt;And think about a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life is beautiful that way  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll forget about our sorrow &lt;br /&gt;And think about a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life is beautiful that way  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s still another game to play &lt;br /&gt;And life is beautiful that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5232536050341348960?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5232536050341348960/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/03/pensieri-notturni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5232536050341348960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5232536050341348960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/03/pensieri-notturni.html' title='Pensieri notturni'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fAhSf4NKeLA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-178282929767335167</id><published>2011-02-01T10:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:25:52.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye in the sky</title><content type='html'>It's a sweet cover of one of the most beautiful song of the story of the music.&lt;br /&gt;I think of wonderful trips in unknown and wild lands, with Aerandir by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wvfnio9YNiY" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the eye in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the maker of rules&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with fools&lt;br /&gt;I can cheat you blind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to see any more&lt;br /&gt;To know that&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind, [looking at you] I can read your mind,[looking at  you]i can read your mind  [looking at you] i can read your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-178282929767335167?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/178282929767335167/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/02/eye-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/178282929767335167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/178282929767335167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2011/02/eye-in-sky.html' title='Eye in the sky'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wvfnio9YNiY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3784115317224583399</id><published>2010-12-30T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:32:22.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Un unico grande augurio: pace e musica nei vostri cuori ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con semplicità,&lt;br /&gt;da Etha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLdEdeheK34?fs=1&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/eLdEdeheK34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3784115317224583399?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3784115317224583399/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3784115317224583399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3784115317224583399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8031233665268582967</id><published>2010-12-21T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:02:52.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... 4 giorni a Natale ... anno 2010</title><content type='html'>Diciamo che ormai il 21 dicembre è diventata una ricorrenza più o meno importante nella mia vita ... sono esattemente, non uno di più non uno di meno .... 4 giorni a Natale!!!&lt;br /&gt;Per chi non capisse il significato di questo giorno IMPORTANTISSIMO, è d'obbligo metterlo a conoscenza (anche quest'anno) dell'esistenza di questo magnifico video:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_YMjnQqDTk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/TRDBjj9VM_I/AAAAAAAAETQ/GKLhUtw0yjQ/s1600/4seq.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/TRDBjj9VM_I/AAAAAAAAETQ/GKLhUtw0yjQ/s640/4seq.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Colgo l'occasione per fare i miei migliori auguri al mio fidanzato, ai cari Amici ed i colleghi con i quali, ogni anno, non si perde l'occasione per ritrovarsi (virtualmente o meno) per i nostri "auguri speciali" del mitico 21 dicembre.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre 4 giorni a Natale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah ... se non ci foste voi, come sarebbe triste questo giorno!&lt;br /&gt;Grazie ragà!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8031233665268582967?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8031233665268582967/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-giorni-natale-anno-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8031233665268582967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vita.&lt;br /&gt;A volte sembra che il vento gonfi le vele, che tutto scorra facile e veloce. Siamo felici e quasi non riusciamo a cogliere i veri momenti di fortuna, di gioia.&lt;br /&gt;Altre volte ci si sentiamo come se una montagna stia per caderci addosso e dallo spavento, rimaniamo immobili, inermi. Chiudiamo gli occhi e preghiamo affinchè possiamo soffrire il meno possibile.&lt;br /&gt;E' divinamente ciclico, un infinito alternarsi di luce e di buio, accecante.&lt;br /&gt;Ma se così non fosse, non potremmo mai distinguere il bello dal brutto, la gioia dalla tristezza.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo solo esseri umani, con la nostra fragilità, le nostre incertezze, i nostri sbalzi di umore, le nostre debolezze. &lt;br /&gt;Il tempo dà,&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo toglie,&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo cura,&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo fa sperare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heaven out of hell - Elisa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xcd7ucSfgLo?fs=1&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/Xcd7ucSfgLo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;So are you turning around your mind &lt;br /&gt;do you think the sun won't shine this time &lt;br /&gt;are you breathing only half of the air &lt;br /&gt;are you giving only half of a chance &lt;br /&gt;don't you wanna shake because you love &lt;br /&gt;cry because you care &lt;br /&gt;feel 'cause you're alive &lt;br /&gt;sleep because you're tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make heaven, heaven out of hell now ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you locked up in you counting the days &lt;br /&gt;oh how long until you have your freedom &lt;br /&gt;just shake because you love &lt;br /&gt;cry because you care &lt;br /&gt;feel 'cause you're alive &lt;br /&gt;sleep because you're tired &lt;br /&gt;shake because you love &lt;br /&gt;bleed 'cause you got hurt &lt;br /&gt;die because you lived &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make heaven, heaven out of hell now ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you still turning around the same things &lt;br /&gt;are you still trying that way &lt;br /&gt;are you still praying the same prayers &lt;br /&gt;are you still waiting for that same day to come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbing the same mountain &lt;br /&gt;you're not getting higher &lt;br /&gt;you're running after yourself &lt;br /&gt;can't let go &lt;br /&gt;hiding in that place you don't wanna be &lt;br /&gt;you push happiness so far away &lt;br /&gt;but it comes back &lt;br /&gt;to give you all that you've given before &lt;br /&gt;to love you the way that you do, like a mirror &lt;br /&gt;look in the air 'n catch that boomerang &lt;br /&gt;can't fall anywhere else but in your own  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now &lt;br /&gt;make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now... &lt;br /&gt;make heaven heaven out of hell now &lt;br /&gt;make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now  &lt;br /&gt;are you still waiting &lt;br /&gt;make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now  &lt;br /&gt;are you still praying &lt;br /&gt;make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now  &lt;br /&gt;are you still losing &lt;br /&gt;make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now &lt;br /&gt;make heaven &lt;br /&gt;heaven out of hell now  &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly because  &lt;br /&gt;I dream &lt;br /&gt;dream &lt;br /&gt;dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5658926116570915446?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5658926116570915446/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/12/heaven-out-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cadere dalla nuvoletta dei sogni su cui viaggio. Così, se proprio oggi è arrivato Ivy a placare il mio cuore, forse non è un caso. Tanti brani di questo lavoro sono accompagnati da un angelico coro di voci bianche che sembrano porre un velo di pace su questo rumore. Music saves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Aerandir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak, so fragile.You're not.&lt;br /&gt;Strong twice, you'll win taking what's yours.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up. For you and for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxfZNhvQdg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/TxfZNhvQdg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3928749679984475139?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3928749679984475139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhPAK8HjcPI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/jhPAK8HjcPI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 770px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="580"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune  &lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame  &lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah  &lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game  &lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things  &lt;br /&gt;Define what's within  &lt;br /&gt;I've been there before  &lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore  &lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all  &lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all  &lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby  &lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings  &lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything  &lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain  &lt;br /&gt;Promises forever young  &lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses  &lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a world on a silver platter  &lt;br /&gt;And wondering what it means  &lt;br /&gt;No one to share, no one who truly cares for me  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all  &lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all  &lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby  &lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings  &lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything  &lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all  &lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all  &lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby  &lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings  &lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything  &lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby  &lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing  &lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="580"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-9112727419618854931?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/9112727419618854931/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/9112727419618854931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/9112727419618854931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-got-you.html' title='If I got you'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2587055329834880069</id><published>2010-10-11T15:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:03:21.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Non è tempo per me ...</title><content type='html'>Passano gli anni e sempre di più mi rendo conto che ...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlEVizHAmeU?fs=1&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/XlEVizHAmeU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;Ci han concesso solo una vita &lt;br /&gt;Soddisfatti o no qua non rimborsano mai &lt;br /&gt;E calendari a chiederci se &lt;br /&gt;stiamo prendendo abbastanza abbastanza &lt;br /&gt;Se per ogni sbaglio avessi mille lire &lt;br /&gt;Che vecchiaia che passerei &lt;br /&gt;Strade troppo strette e diritte &lt;br /&gt;Per chi vuol cambiar rotta oppure sdraiarsi un po' &lt;br /&gt;Che andare va bene pero' &lt;br /&gt;A volte serve un motivo, un motivo &lt;br /&gt;Certi giorni ci chiediamo e' tutto qui? &lt;br /&gt;E la risposta e' sempre si' &lt;br /&gt;Non e' tempo per noi che non ci svegliamo mai &lt;br /&gt;Abbiam sogni pero' troppo grandi e belli sai &lt;br /&gt;Belli o brutti abbiam facce che pero' non cambian mai &lt;br /&gt;Non e' tempo per noi e forse non lo sara' mai &lt;br /&gt;Se un bel giorno passi di qua &lt;br /&gt;lasciati amare e poi scordati svelta di me &lt;br /&gt;che quel giorno e' gia' buono per amare qualchedun'altro &lt;br /&gt;qualche altro &lt;br /&gt;dicono che noi ci stiamo buttando via &lt;br /&gt;ma siam bravi a raccoglierci. &lt;br /&gt;Non e' tempo per noi che non ci adeguiamo mai &lt;br /&gt;Fuorimoda, fuoriposto, insomma sempre fuori dai &lt;br /&gt;Abbiam donne pazienti rassegnate ai nostri guai &lt;br /&gt;Non e' tempo per noi e forse non lo sara' mai &lt;br /&gt;Non e' tempo per noi che non vestiamo come voi &lt;br /&gt;Non ridiamo, non piangiamo, non amiamo come voi &lt;br /&gt;Forse ingenui o testardi &lt;br /&gt;Poco furbi casomai &lt;br /&gt;Non e' tempo per noi e forse non lo sara' mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2587055329834880069?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2587055329834880069/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/10/non-e-tempo-per-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2587055329834880069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2587055329834880069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/10/non-e-tempo-per-me.html' title='Non è tempo per me ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1455690216334731459</id><published>2010-09-21T00:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:58:20.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn 2010</title><content type='html'>Time goes by, it flows away through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons don't stop to turn. It's autumn, another time.&lt;br /&gt;One more time in my little life.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the road where I'm walking through. &lt;br /&gt;Silence is still my best friend and music keeps holding my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Leafs soon will touch the ground and&lt;br /&gt;our steps will sound&amp;nbsp; in the quiet afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and listen to this sweet music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/km_JvvizkBc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/km_JvvizkBc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1455690216334731459?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1455690216334731459/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/09/vola.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1455690216334731459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1455690216334731459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/09/vola.html' title='Autumn 2010'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1023641130020502004</id><published>2010-08-05T01:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:14:54.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>voleremo via ...</title><content type='html'>E così, anche quando le difficoltà diventano muraglie enormi da oltrepassare, c'è sempre qualcosa che ci dà la speranza e la forza di agire, arrampicarci e volare via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkAWSGN9ZTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/NkAWSGN9ZTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;E con le mani amore per le mani ti prenderò&lt;br /&gt;e senza dire parole nel mio cuore ti porterò.&lt;br /&gt;E non avrò paura&lt;br /&gt;se non sarò bella come dici tu&lt;br /&gt;ma voleremo in cielo in carne e ossa non torneremo più.&lt;br /&gt;E senza fame senza sete e senza ali senza rete voleremo via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1023641130020502004?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1023641130020502004/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/08/voleremo-via.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1023641130020502004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1023641130020502004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/08/voleremo-via.html' title='voleremo via ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2946408436270336826</id><published>2010-07-21T12:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:56:20.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisogna che tutto cambi perchè tutto resti com'è</title><content type='html'>E' una canzone del 1976 ... eppure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MviunuH2mS4&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/MviunuH2mS4&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;Eh la benzina ogni giorno costa sempre di più &lt;br /&gt;e la lira cede e precipita giù &lt;br /&gt;svalutation, svalutation. &lt;br /&gt;Cambiando i governi niente cambia lassù &lt;br /&gt;c'è un buco nello Stato dove i soldi van giù &lt;br /&gt;svalutation, svalutation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io amore mio non capisco perché &lt;br /&gt;cerco per le ferie un posto al mare e non c'è &lt;br /&gt;svalutation, svalutation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con il salario di un mese compri solo un caffè &lt;br /&gt;gli stadi son gremiti ma la gente dov'è &lt;br /&gt;svalutation, svalutation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah, &lt;br /&gt;siamo in crisi ma, &lt;br /&gt;senza andare in là &lt;br /&gt;l'America è qua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In automobile a destra da trent'anni si va &lt;br /&gt;ora contromano vanno in tanti si sa &lt;br /&gt;che scontration, che scontration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la nuova banca dei sequestri che c'è &lt;br /&gt;ditemi il valore della vita qual è &lt;br /&gt;svalutation, svalutation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io amore mio non capisco perché &lt;br /&gt;tu vuoi fare il gallo poi fai l'uovo per me &lt;br /&gt;sul lettation, sul lettation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno che ci insegna a non uccidereè &lt;br /&gt;si vive più di armi che di pane perché &lt;br /&gt;assassination, assassination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma quest'Italia qua se lo vuole sa &lt;br /&gt;che ce la farà &lt;br /&gt;e il sistema c'è &lt;br /&gt;quando pensi a te &lt;br /&gt;pensa... anche un po' per me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2946408436270336826?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2946408436270336826/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/07/bisogna-che-tutto-cambi-perche-tutto.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2946408436270336826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2946408436270336826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/07/bisogna-che-tutto-cambi-perche-tutto.html' title='Bisogna che tutto cambi perchè tutto resti com&apos;è'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2407969846861352054</id><published>2010-07-13T15:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:55:26.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Skunk</title><content type='html'>'naggia 'naggia 'naggia ... stasera c'è il concerto degli Skunk Anansie ... quanto vorrei andarci!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanno accompagnato per anni i miei pomeriggi casalinghi ed assordato le orecchie dei miei vicini di casa, perchè non si poteva far a meno di ascoltarli al massimo volume consentito dal mio Hi-Fi. Tremevano le mura di casa ed io riuscivo a dimenticare ogni adolescenziale pensiero per lasciarli trasportare da quella musica.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancano tanto quei tempi, quando la mente sapeva ancora aprirsi senza barriere. Il cd girava e girava, senza mai fermarsi, in loop continuo ... e quando le ore notturne incombevano, le cuffie sparavano il suono nelle mie orecchie. I bassi si sentivano direttamente al petto, come se battessero al posto del cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Era stupendo, era il mio tempo, mio e della mia musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gm3z3i_xfaM&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/Gm3z3i_xfaM&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2407969846861352054?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2407969846861352054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-skunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2407969846861352054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2407969846861352054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-skunk.html' title='My Skunk'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6354047335009223909</id><published>2010-06-16T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:23:28.254+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Patrol'/><title type='text'>Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrpSjXo6ah0&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/GrpSjXo6ah0&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;We'll do it all, everything, on our own&lt;br /&gt;We don't need anything or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how to say how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Those three words are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the world&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;to remind me&lt;br /&gt;to find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the world&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes&lt;br /&gt;They're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;I just know that these things&lt;br /&gt;Will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the world&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6354047335009223909?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6354047335009223909/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/06/snow-patrol-chasing-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6354047335009223909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6354047335009223909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/06/snow-patrol-chasing-cars.html' title='Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-4452735345342662637</id><published>2010-05-31T02:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:27:06.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I wish i could be nothing ... when I am too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs21/f/2007/276/1/8/held_by_nothing_by_damnengine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs21/f/2007/276/1/8/held_by_nothing_by_damnengine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-4452735345342662637?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4452735345342662637/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4452735345342662637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4452735345342662637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7669827046408877052</id><published>2010-04-28T13:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:31:48.557+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plainsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><title type='text'>Il bimbo Obmib</title><content type='html'>Questa è la storia del bimbo OBMIB. Obmib non era in grado di leggere, era così piccolo che i suoi occhi possedavano ancora quella magica innocenza che conservava intatto il suo diritto di sognare.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno vide una grande scritta tutta colorata. La sua manina afferrò la mia maglia per richiamare la mia attenzione, mi disse: &amp;lt;&amp;lt; C'è scritto: "E' Natale!"&amp;gt;&amp;gt;, accompagnando la lettura con il ditino puntato, facendolo scorrere da destra verso sinistra. Io, stupidamente, sorrisi. Era un festone di "Buon Compleanno".&lt;br /&gt;Così gli sussurrai all'orecchio: &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Ti svelo un segreto: c'è scritto "Buon Compleanno" ... &amp;gt;&amp;gt;. Obmib mi fissò, come a non capire ciò che stavo dicendo, insistendo con il ditino &amp;lt;&amp;lt; No, E' Natale! &amp;gt;&amp;gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tentai invano di convincerlo che, in realtà, c'era scritto Buon Compleanno ma lui non accettò la mia "corretta lettura", corretta o solo troppo obiettiva e rassegnata? I miei occhi di adulta erano ormai troppo viziati dall'interpretare la realtà per come è e non per come vorrei che fosse. La fantasia, l'innocenza ed i sogni ci vengono negati ogni giorno, quando il mondano prende il posto della nostra immaginazione, e vediamo solo ciò che "vediamo".&lt;br /&gt;Morale della favola: "Gli occhi e il cuore ci danno la forza di vedere e credere anche quando sembra che tutto sia perso ed impossibile, ed anche se ora non è Natale, è bello crederci... prima o poi arriverà ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbFD0xQtjS4&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/mbFD0xQtjS4&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7669827046408877052?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7669827046408877052/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/il-bimbo-obmib.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7669827046408877052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7669827046408877052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/il-bimbo-obmib.html' title='Il bimbo Obmib'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8167649544154045984</id><published>2010-04-26T14:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:19:29.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little over zero - Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2Wf1LbpDfE&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/o2Wf1LbpDfE&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;What shall I do, just to feel &lt;br /&gt;A little over zero, a little over &lt;br /&gt;If I am my sadness &lt;br /&gt;My life will fall on my head &lt;br /&gt;Gonna walk like it's for ever &lt;br /&gt;Gonna walk just 'cause this could save me &lt;br /&gt;And my fragility it'll kill me &lt;br /&gt;Is this the best I can be? &lt;br /&gt;Is this the best I can be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd wish to break it, but just for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saint for each bone &lt;br /&gt;Would be magical &lt;br /&gt;Everything so all consuming &lt;br /&gt;Everything made on paper &lt;br /&gt;If am my weakness my life will fall on my head. &lt;br /&gt;Gonna walk just like a clown &lt;br /&gt;Gonna walk just 'cause this could save me &lt;br /&gt;And my fragility it'll kill me &lt;br /&gt;Is this the best I can be ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd wish to break it, but just for a whil  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8167649544154045984?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8167649544154045984/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-over-zero-elisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8167649544154045984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8167649544154045984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-over-zero-elisa.html' title='A little over zero - Elisa'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5067590566094460398</id><published>2010-04-26T11:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:41:51.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elisa - Heart Tour Live in Catania</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;La mia personalissima recensione&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 aprile del 2010: attendevo questa data da Novembre '09! Bellissimo concerto di Elisa al Palasport di Acireale. Tantissime emozioni e musica che tocca il "cuore" hanno segnato la mia terza esperienza live con Elisa.&lt;br /&gt;Non riesco ad individuare una sola parola per descrivere tutta la serata. Lo spettacolo ha accolto performance di vario genere, con una veste nuova di Elisa che si è cimentata in un'esibizione più "coreografica" rispetto ai vecchi concerti, in cui tutto girava attorno alla sua voce, ed era già stupendo così. Se alla magia vocale aggiungiamo luci d'effetto, immagini stupende di sottofondo, una modernissima coreografia curata da Luca Tommasini ed una scenografia fantasiosa, elegante e mai eccessiva, otteniamo uno spettacolo stupefacente. &lt;br /&gt;Lo spettacolo si apre con un video parlato di Elisa, buffa e romantica come al solito ... parla della bellezza, con sospiri e leggeri sorrisi ed introduce il pezzo di apertura: "Vortexes", la canta appesa ad un filo mentre vola su e giù dentro un parallelepipedo di un tessuto bianco leggero. Se questa è la partenza, cosa ci dobbiamo aspettare? Inizia la magia! Esce dal parallelepipedo ... L'avevo lasciata tre anni fa al Teatro greco di Taormina, vestita tutta di bianco e capelli raccolti in lunghissime treccine, la ritrovo graffiante in una bellissima camicia nera semitrasparente con dei volants davanti ed i capelli mossi.&lt;br /&gt;Questa volta Elisa ha superato se stessa, mettendosi alla prova con una presenza scenica tutta nuova. Una bimba come sempre (sarà il nome) ma con una fortissima grinta ed allo stesso tempo un'immensa dolcezza, ora accentuata, forse, dalla nascita della piccola Emma, a cui ha dedicato una ninna nanna cantata in francese: cuore di mamma!&lt;br /&gt;Stupendi i mix con spezzoni di "Eleonor Rigby" dei Beatles "Beat it" di Michael Jackson! Già conosciuta ma sempre da brivido, l'esibizione live della cover di "Mad World", da cantare prima sussurrando e poi a squarciagola! Fantastica! &lt;br /&gt;Ad un tratto, tutti i musicisti attorno a lei scompaiono, luci spente, un unico occhio di bue puntato su di Elisa seduta ad un pianoforte nascosto da forme plastiche bianche: partono le note di "Dancing" sulla tastiera, e poi ancora "Broken" ... voce e piano ... e vai con le lacrime, non si potevano trattenere ...&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... rimprendiamoci e ripartiamo con il rock forte ... la vedo con il megafono in mano e capisco subito che sta per iniziare "Cure me", "Labyrinth", "Rainbow" ... a quel punto mi alzo e mi metto a ballare ed urlare ancora più forte :D&lt;br /&gt;Che dire? Lo rivedrei altre mille volte... grazie Elisa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5067590566094460398?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5067590566094460398/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/elisa-heart-tour-live-in-catania.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5067590566094460398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5067590566094460398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/elisa-heart-tour-live-in-catania.html' title='Elisa - Heart Tour Live in Catania'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7039736955867626312</id><published>2010-03-25T10:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:02:18.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - No Surprises</title><content type='html'>A heart that's full up like a landfill, &lt;br /&gt;a job that slowly kills you, &lt;br /&gt;bruises that won't heal. &lt;br /&gt;You look so tired-unhappy, &lt;br /&gt;bring down the government, &lt;br /&gt;they don't, they don't speak for us. &lt;br /&gt;I'll take a quiet life, &lt;br /&gt;a handshake of carbon monoxide, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no alarms and no surprises, &lt;br /&gt;no alarms and no surprises, &lt;br /&gt;no alarms and no surprises, &lt;br /&gt;Silence, silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final fit, &lt;br /&gt;my final bellyache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no alarms and no surprises, &lt;br /&gt;no alarms and no surprises, &lt;br /&gt;no alarms and no surprises please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty house &lt;br /&gt;and such a pretty garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), &lt;br /&gt;no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), &lt;br /&gt;no alarms and no surprises, please. &lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jftA90qpwuA&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/jftA90qpwuA&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7039736955867626312?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7039736955867626312/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/radiohead-no-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7039736955867626312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7039736955867626312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/radiohead-no-surprises.html' title='Radiohead - No Surprises'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1517990026797143591</id><published>2010-03-15T14:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:02:04.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>Aerandir faceva i conti con il tempo ed Eruanna era sempre lì al suo fianco. Non lo avrebbe lasciato mai un attimo solo. Quello era un giorno speciale, più degli altri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La loro forza aumentava man mano che le difficoltà si presentavano. Insieme, passavano oltre.&lt;br /&gt;Erano uniti in una simbiosi di cui loro stessi si compiacevano. Pensavano ad unisono e godevano delle stesse gioie. Era come se uno traesse energia dall'altra, e viceversa. Più forte era lui, più forte era lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo, pensava Eruanna, passava sempre velocemente. Gli avvenimenti si susseguivano ed a volte oscuravano il cuore. Ma solo per qualche istante. Poi lo rendevano più forte e più grande. Ogni giorno costituiva un nuovo tassello per un puzzle che avrebbe raffigurato il loro futuro. L'immagine, che pian piano ne veniva fuori, illuminava i loro occhi. La natura avrebbe fatto loro dei doni immensi e le strane coincidenze del destino, forse, non erano poi così tanto "coincidenze". Eruanna era molto orgogliosa di lui, sempre di più, per ogni sua parola, gesto, pensiero, cresceva quella magia che li legava misteriosamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvZyxqpVY94&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/vvZyxqpVY94&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atreyu:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;But why is Fantasia dying, then?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G'mork:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the nothing grows stronger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1517990026797143591?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1517990026797143591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1517990026797143591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1517990026797143591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6934915658328668653</id><published>2010-03-12T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:31:01.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'isola che non c'è</title><content type='html'>Io non mi arrendo, sarò una perdente solo quando smetterò di credere che non c'è speranza per realizzare i miei sogni. Starò accanto a lui e lo continuerò ad ammirarlo per la forza incommensurabile, durante questo cammino. Come una stella luminosa, mi indica ogni giorno l'isola che non c'è ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hL8JaSH9EP8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/hL8JaSH9EP8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6934915658328668653?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6934915658328668653/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/lisola-che-non-ce.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6934915658328668653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6934915658328668653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/lisola-che-non-ce.html' title='L&apos;isola che non c&apos;è'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2854086772204396093</id><published>2010-03-04T14:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:59:41.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Crows - I'm ready</title><content type='html'>Like a magician, you can make everything disappear.&lt;br /&gt;You can cover noise with your precious silence and hide a mountain with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see you, it's me starring at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel your breath in my ear, it's wind from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in your loving embrace, it's sun throught this window.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You are so beautiful over my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Love me as you know, love me as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Eruanna ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counting Crows - I'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6-AHtvDNuo&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/X6-AHtvDNuo&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am color...blind&lt;br /&gt;Coffee black and egg white&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;taffy stuck, tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;Stuttered shook and uptied&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am...fine&lt;br /&gt;I am covered in skin&lt;br /&gt;No one gets to come in&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;color...blind&lt;br /&gt;Coffe black and egg white&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am fine&lt;br /&gt;I am fine&lt;br /&gt;I am fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2854086772204396093?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2854086772204396093/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/counting-crows-im-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2854086772204396093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2854086772204396093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/counting-crows-im-ready.html' title='Counting Crows - I&apos;m ready'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5775752202361514451</id><published>2010-02-11T16:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:49:50.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtrEN-YKLBM&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/xtrEN-YKLBM&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ma l'importante è non arrendersi. Prima o poi la ruota comincerà a girare nuovamente per il verso giusto e non dovremo più correre contro vento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5775752202361514451?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5775752202361514451/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/02/under-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5775752202361514451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5775752202361514451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/02/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8755960162964116750</id><published>2010-02-09T23:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:58:47.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the music speaks for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ABpvdszxtbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/ABpvdszxtbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8755960162964116750?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8755960162964116750/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-music-speaks-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8755960162964116750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8755960162964116750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-music-speaks-for-me.html' title='Let the music speaks for me'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3448555062364853111</id><published>2010-02-05T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:43:33.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the sun ... Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaF8t1c0fm4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/MaF8t1c0fm4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3448555062364853111?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3448555062364853111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-sun-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3448555062364853111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3448555062364853111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-sun-sunday.html' title='Waiting for the sun ... Sunday'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6360677539766080692</id><published>2010-01-27T13:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:20:45.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well that ends well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S2AxSVnC0kI/AAAAAAAADgE/60GTC1gueSg/s1600-h/angioletto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S2AxSVnC0kI/AAAAAAAADgE/60GTC1gueSg/s400/angioletto.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431395341717131842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Il mio sesto senso ha funzionato, sapevo che tutto sarebbe andato per il verso giusto e così è stato. C'è ancora troppo da vedere, vivere, provare, sentire, fare, dire, creare per arrendersi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto bene quel che finisce bene ... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYMpI8oiVHQ&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYMpI8oiVHQ&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6360677539766080692?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6360677539766080692/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/alls-well-that-ends-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6360677539766080692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6360677539766080692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s well that ends well'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S2AxSVnC0kI/AAAAAAAADgE/60GTC1gueSg/s72-c/angioletto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1554844847460044311</id><published>2010-01-26T15:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:17:22.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to be ...</title><content type='html'>Oggi ho la testa tra le nuvole ... vorrei fare mille cose eppure, chiusa tra queste quattro mura, mi sento in una gabbia e non riesco a fare il minimo indispensabile.&lt;br /&gt;Sembra come se fossi rimasta intrappolata in quei paesaggi, un viaggio senza ritorno... e non riesco ad uscirne.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei essere un elfo ed entrare in questo magnifico mondo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marcadamus.com/images/large/Fairyland-Falls---Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 516px;" src="http://www.marcadamus.com/images/large/Fairyland-Falls---Final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1554844847460044311?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1554844847460044311/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/oggi-ho-la-testa-tra-le-nuvole.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1554844847460044311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1554844847460044311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/oggi-ho-la-testa-tra-le-nuvole.html' title='I&apos;d like to be ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3873938394973447215</id><published>2010-01-12T10:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:13:59.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maccabees - Toothpaste kisses</title><content type='html'>I Maccabees sono una band rock inglese piena di grinta che abbiamo avuto l'onore di conoscere come gruppo supporter al concerto degli Editors. Sono stati sorprendentemente coinvolgenti ed il pubblico era gasatissimo! Bravi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Io trovo dolcissimo questo pezzo ed il video è troppo carino ...&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Aerandir, for each beautiful moment and smile you give me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toothpaste kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j44-GTlOU6k&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/j44-GTlOU6k&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cradle you&lt;br /&gt;I'll win your heart&lt;br /&gt;with a woop-a-woo&lt;br /&gt;pulling shapes just for your eyes&lt;br /&gt;so with toothpaste kisses and lines&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours and you'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay with me, I'll lay with you&lt;br /&gt;we'll do the things that lovers do&lt;br /&gt;put the stars in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;and with heart shaped bruises&lt;br /&gt;and late night kisses&lt;br /&gt;devine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3873938394973447215?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3873938394973447215/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/maccabees-toothpaste-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3873938394973447215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3873938394973447215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/maccabees-toothpaste-kisses.html' title='The Maccabees - Toothpaste kisses'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2478471842288794621</id><published>2010-01-10T12:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:22:17.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to Love - Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0RfCiVa0_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/A0RfCiVa0_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;You call me your friend, so you give me a name&lt;br /&gt;I feel much stronger now that i have found&lt;br /&gt;A place to be&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing you see..&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing new but everything could change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me your friend, then you show me a way&lt;br /&gt;To lose my fear so i could take a chance&lt;br /&gt;And walk on through where i can barely stand&lt;br /&gt;Thought i would break but i feel i could bend&lt;br /&gt;… i feel i could bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally open the door&lt;br /&gt;To let everything in&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find out you’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;And that you are someone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me your friend, you decide i can stay&lt;br /&gt;To learn your faults and love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;To see your world and all your secret fears&lt;br /&gt;Reveal your beauty waiting to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Or just to know what you mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally open the door&lt;br /&gt;To let everything in&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find out you’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;And that you are someone to love&lt;br /&gt;When you finally open the door&lt;br /&gt;To let everything in&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find out you’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;And that you are someone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t ever have to stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t ever have to stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Someone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally open the door&lt;br /&gt;To let everything in&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find out you’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;And that you are someone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2478471842288794621?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2478471842288794621/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-to-love-elisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2478471842288794621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2478471842288794621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-to-love-elisa.html' title='Someone to Love - Elisa'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7275408156193058654</id><published>2009-12-30T13:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:45:25.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of words</title><content type='html'>A WORD is dead&lt;br /&gt;When it is said,&lt;br /&gt;Some say.&lt;br /&gt;I say it just&lt;br /&gt;Begins to live&lt;br /&gt;That day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SztLHU4nimI/AAAAAAAADfc/w7eww_QwStw/s1600-h/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SztLHU4nimI/AAAAAAAADfc/w7eww_QwStw/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421009165707872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7275408156193058654?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7275408156193058654/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7275408156193058654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7275408156193058654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-of-words.html' title='Life of words'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SztLHU4nimI/AAAAAAAADfc/w7eww_QwStw/s72-c/DSC_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5876543498337029601</id><published>2009-12-28T23:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:03:11.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Szk1CsKI-AI/AAAAAAAADfU/MhiJ9Avn5sM/s1600-h/Scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Szk1CsKI-AI/AAAAAAAADfU/MhiJ9Avn5sM/s400/Scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420421946846803970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caspita ... mancano solo 2 giorni al 2010. Quando ero piccola sembrava una data così lontana ed invece eccomi qui, ad attendere questo nuovo anno ... con il fiato sospeso, aspettando "la rivoluzione". Se potessi, girerei in fretta le pagine dei quotidiani per vedere cosa sarà di me tra 5 anni. Intanto sembra che tutto si sia fermato, in uno pseudo equilibrio di giornate che scorrono troppo velocemente ... e passano gli anni. E' come se potessi ancora parlare con la bambina che è in me ed allo stesso fare grandi progetti per un futuro da donna.&lt;br /&gt;Ma per i grandi cambiamenti, è sempre importante guardare al passato per affrontare il futuro ...&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia delle mattine d'estate, quando non c'era scuola e passavo le mie giornate a suonare, stasera ho cambiato le corde della mia chitarra, strimpellato un pò vecchi e cari brani, mi fanno male le dita... ma sono felice di essere giunta alla fine di quest'anno con ogni piccolo segno che mi porto dietro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5876543498337029601?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5876543498337029601/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5876543498337029601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5876543498337029601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Szk1CsKI-AI/AAAAAAAADfU/MhiJ9Avn5sM/s72-c/Scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7775455985391910148</id><published>2009-12-26T11:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:49:16.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale 2009</title><content type='html'>E' appena trascorso il tanto atteso 25 dicembre ... Sono felice... :-)&lt;br /&gt;e non ho nient'altro da dire se non un GRAZIE alla vita che mi dona ancora una gioia così semplice e grande che non si può racchiudere in parole, ma che porto nel cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Il sorriso dei miei cari riuniti per il Santo Natale ... la gioia dei genitori nel vedere i propri figli felici, l'immenso piacere di passare del tempo con le persone più care al mondo di nuovo riunite e nel condividere tutto questo con qualcuno di speciale: le emozioni sono infinite e sempre nuove, ogni attimo è unico ed irripetibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYVvcf1QqXc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/CYVvcf1QqXc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auguri &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eae&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7775455985391910148?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7775455985391910148/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/natale-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7775455985391910148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7775455985391910148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/natale-2009.html' title='Natale 2009'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1156924911113298682</id><published>2009-12-21T15:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:42:07.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 giorni a Natale</title><content type='html'>Passano gli anni, divento più vecchia ... ma la voglia di ridere e prendere la vita con un pò di brio non può andare via. E siccome oggi è il &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 dicembre 2009&lt;/span&gt; ... vuol dire che mancano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ... 4 GIORNI A NATALE ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_YMjnQqDTk&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_YMjnQqDTk&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGURIIIIIIIIIIIIIII :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1156924911113298682?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1156924911113298682/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/passano-gli-anni-divento-piu-vecchia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1156924911113298682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1156924911113298682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/passano-gli-anni-divento-piu-vecchia.html' title='4 giorni a Natale'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5517230940994257633</id><published>2009-12-12T11:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:39:59.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricordi sempre vivi ...</title><content type='html'>Stamattina, mettendo ordine nella mia mente, nella mia stanze e tra le mie carte, ho trovato il dvd contenente film e soundtrack di uno stupendo film che vorrei tanto riassaporare. Questo film è "Into the wild". Ricordo che la prima cosa che mi colpì fu la stupenda colonna sonora con i testi che scorrevano in stile "handwriting" sulle scene di quelle meravigliose terre visitate dal nostro amico &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Supertramp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo dvd mi è stato donato da una persona speciale, che lo è diventata inaspettatamente ancora di più qualche tempo dopo ... segno della vita che ci sorprende. Chissà che riascoltandola, non possa anche questa persona, provare le stesse emozioni che ho provato io riprendendo in mano questo piccolo grande dono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRUGvArWXLk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/pRUGvArWXLk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon ascolto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5517230940994257633?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5517230940994257633/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/r.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5517230940994257633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5517230940994257633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/12/r.html' title='Ricordi sempre vivi ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2511269587051641871</id><published>2009-11-25T00:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:52:59.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still magic</title><content type='html'>I remember the first time i heard this song. I was in your arms, a weak light in the room and we saw and touched love, so deeply, so strong.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changed&lt;br /&gt;And it's still magic ... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbFD0xQtjS4&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/mbFD0xQtjS4&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2511269587051641871?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2511269587051641871/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-first-time-i-heard-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2511269587051641871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2511269587051641871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-first-time-i-heard-this-song.html' title='Still magic'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-419727225633840645</id><published>2009-11-23T11:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:02:18.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Punto.</title><content type='html'>Ctrl+Z, Undo ... non sempre disponibile. A volte è meglio tacere, non agire, non fare, non dire perchè i fraintendimenti sono facili e fanno male. &lt;br /&gt;Lo stato dei sentimenti non cambia, anzi si rafforza con il dolore. Salire i gradini uno ad uno, con fatica, non è sempre facile ma la meta è chiara. &lt;br /&gt;Si cade e ci si rialza, sperando che ci sia ancora una mano tesa ad aiutarti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JB8MlYxjJKs&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/JB8MlYxjJKs&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dare quello che mi manca&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire quello che non so&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei che questa pagina tornasse bianca&lt;br /&gt;Per scriverci&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo...punto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedetta la rosa specialmente le spine&lt;br /&gt;Che fanno in modo di tenerla in mano con attenzione&lt;br /&gt;Perchè le cose più belle stanno in equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;Così come la storia di noi due&lt;br /&gt;Che profuma e che punge&lt;br /&gt;E non ci da mai tregua&lt;br /&gt;A meno che non lo scegliamo noi&lt;br /&gt;E ti scappo e ti inseguo&lt;br /&gt;E poi ci raggiungiamo&lt;br /&gt;E' un tango inesorabile la nostra&lt;br /&gt;Melodia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-419727225633840645?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/419727225633840645/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/11/punto.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/419727225633840645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/419727225633840645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/11/punto.html' title='Punto.'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-4994019562742396918</id><published>2009-11-20T15:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:19:51.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elisa - Your manifesto</title><content type='html'>Mi ha colpito questo pezzo del nuovo album di Elisa, Heart. Si intitola "Your Manifesto", di cui ho voluto fare una traduzione perchè ho pensato che le sue parole si conciliano bene con la classe dirigente italiana di questo momento (politica e non), che pensa solo a calpestare i più deboli sentondosi così più importante. Che schifo ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyaB1pWJ-X8&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/VyaB1pWJ-X8&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensi che non possa vedere&lt;br /&gt;Pensi che non possa sentire&lt;br /&gt;Pensi che non saprò&lt;br /&gt;Come mi vuoi ingannare&lt;br /&gt;Come vuoi solo comandare&lt;br /&gt;Sei un clown, ti piace contraddire&lt;br /&gt;Indossando la tua corona&lt;br /&gt;e tirarmi giù ti fa sentire più in alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo MANIFESTO è proprio una psicosi&lt;br /&gt;Davvero imponente, un ottimo placebo&lt;br /&gt;E' terrificante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuoi che veda la tua maestosità&lt;br /&gt;Pestando i miei piedi&lt;br /&gt;Entri nella mia testa per dirmi&lt;br /&gt;chi dovrei essere&lt;br /&gt;Disperdi le tue parole in piccole briciole&lt;br /&gt;Ma pensi che sia un uccellino?&lt;br /&gt;Pensi che ti darò niente in ricambio ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo MANIFESTO è proprio una psicosi&lt;br /&gt;Davvero imponente, un ottimo placebo&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo MANIFESTO è proprio una psicosi&lt;br /&gt;Davvero imponente, un ottimo placebo&lt;br /&gt;E' terrificante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-4994019562742396918?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4994019562742396918/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/11/elisa-your-manifesto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4994019562742396918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4994019562742396918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/11/elisa-your-manifesto.html' title='Elisa - Your manifesto'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-9151555138074596583</id><published>2009-10-23T10:50:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:28:08.308+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ti vorrei sollevare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testo e accordi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accordi'/><title type='text'>Mancava qualcosa ...</title><content type='html'>Mancava qualcosa ... in questo tempo, in questo spazio, mi mancava della nuova musica,  delle nuove parole con cui emozionarsi ... cercavo, attendevo ed è arrivata: Elisa, con il suo singolo in attesa dell'uscita del nuovo album, duetta con Giuliano dei Negramaro (così lo "risolleva" dalla sua eterna sfiga con l'universo femminile).&lt;br /&gt;La canzone, scritta da lei, si intitola "Ti vorrei sollevare": è piena di energia e quasi stentavo a riconoscerla insieme alla voce di Giuliano, sentendola alla radio stamattina. E' iniziata quando davanti a me si è presentata una bella collina illuminata di sole, con il cielo nero che mi lasciavo alle spalle.&lt;br /&gt;Elisa, la adoro, come sempre ... E ieri sera è diventata la mamma di Cecile:  attendo con ansia le sua musica sicuramente ancor più ricca dell'esperienza più bella della vita di una donna ... sono emozionata per lei... Auguri!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCC5nFtpXIs&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/qCC5nFtpXIs&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voi, parole ed accordi ... è troppo melodica e dolce da non poter trovare il temp per prendere la chitarra e suonarla ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ti vorrei sollevare" - Elisa feat. Giuliano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          LA4&lt;br /&gt;Mi hai lasciato senza parole&lt;br /&gt;FA# -&lt;br /&gt;come una primavera&lt;br /&gt;LA4&lt;br /&gt;e questo è un raggio di luce&lt;br /&gt;      SI                 MI&lt;br /&gt;un pensiero che si riempe di te&lt;br /&gt;LA4                       FA# -&lt;br /&gt;E l’attimo in cui il sole diventa dorato&lt;br /&gt;LA4                      &lt;br /&gt;e il cuore si fa leggero&lt;br /&gt;     SI&lt;br /&gt;come l’aria prima che il tempo&lt;br /&gt;   FA# -        SI              MI &lt;br /&gt;ci porti via ci porti via da qui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI     FA# -   SI   MI&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei sollevare&lt;br /&gt;DO#-   FA# -   SI   MI&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei consolare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       LA4&lt;br /&gt;Mi hai detto ti ho visto cambiare&lt;br /&gt;       FA# -&lt;br /&gt;Tu non stai più a sentire&lt;br /&gt;       LA4&lt;br /&gt;per un momento avrei voluto&lt;br /&gt;          SI                     MI&lt;br /&gt;che fosse vero anche soltanto un pò&lt;br /&gt;       LA4&lt;br /&gt;Perchè ti ho sentito entrare&lt;br /&gt;     FA# -&lt;br /&gt;ma volevo sparire&lt;br /&gt;  LA4&lt;br /&gt;e invece ti ho visto mirare&lt;br /&gt;  SI&lt;br /&gt;invece ti ho visto sparare&lt;br /&gt;      FA# -           SI            MI&lt;br /&gt;a quell’anima che hai detto che non ho&lt;br /&gt;MI     FA# -   SI   MI&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei sollevare&lt;br /&gt;DO#-   LA4     SI   MI&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei consolare&lt;br /&gt;DO# -   LA4    SI   MI&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei sollevare&lt;br /&gt;DO#-   LA4     SI   &lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei ritrovare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI&lt;br /&gt;vorrei viaggiare su ali di carta con te&lt;br /&gt;  LA4&lt;br /&gt;sapere inventare&lt;br /&gt;          SI&lt;br /&gt;sentire il vento che soffia&lt;br /&gt;        MI&lt;br /&gt;e non nasconderci se ci fa spostare&lt;br /&gt;       DO# -&lt;br /&gt;quando persi sotto tante stelle&lt;br /&gt;       LA4&lt;br /&gt;ci chiediamo cosa siamo venuti a fare&lt;br /&gt;   SI                                  MI&lt;br /&gt;cos’è l’amore stringiamoci più forte ancora&lt;br /&gt;MI&lt;br /&gt;teniamoci vicino al cuore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei sollevare&lt;br /&gt;Ti vorrei consolare&lt;br /&gt;e viaggiare su ali di carta con te&lt;br /&gt;sapere inventare&lt;br /&gt;sentire il vento che soffia&lt;br /&gt;e non nasconderci se ci fa spostare&lt;br /&gt;quando persi sotto tante stelle&lt;br /&gt;ci chiediamo cosa siamo venuti a fare&lt;br /&gt;cos’è l’amore&lt;br /&gt;stringiamoci più forte ancora&lt;br /&gt;teniamoci vicino al cuore&lt;br /&gt;vorrei viaggiare su ali di carta con te&lt;br /&gt;vorrei sapere inventare&lt;br /&gt;sentire il vento che soffia&lt;br /&gt;e non nasconderci se ci fa spostare&lt;br /&gt;quando persi sotto tante stelle&lt;br /&gt;ci chiediamo cosa siamo venuti a fare&lt;br /&gt;cos’è l’amore&lt;br /&gt;stringiamoci più forte ancora&lt;br /&gt;teniamoci vicino al cuore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-9151555138074596583?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/9151555138074596583/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/10/mancava-qualcosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/9151555138074596583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/9151555138074596583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/10/mancava-qualcosa.html' title='Mancava qualcosa ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3697175937532974500</id><published>2009-10-11T10:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:13:35.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Una vita ... a sorpresa ...</title><content type='html'>... grazie, grazie, grazie di tutto ...! Non avrei potuto chiedere di più e non mi sarei mai aspettata di più.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure tu, Aerandir, continui a stupirmi e lo fai colpendomi dritta al cuore in un'esplosione di gioia che con l'emozione non riesco nemmeno ad esprimere, mi  mancano le giuste parole, e quelle che trovo sembrano scontate e banali. E sembro quasi buffa nel dirti che tutto quello che hai fatto è stato bellissimo ... e tu sei speciale.&lt;br /&gt;Quello che ho da festeggiare, oggi, non è la ricorrenza ... ma la vita che mi ha dato TE ed il tuo immenso Amore, e l'affetto di tutte le persone che mi circondano ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQJ4_QgLwLc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/cQJ4_QgLwLc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3697175937532974500?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3697175937532974500/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-vita-sorpresa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3697175937532974500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3697175937532974500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-vita-sorpresa.html' title='Una vita ... a sorpresa ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2688276275901708240</id><published>2009-09-16T15:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:52:58.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillole di saggezza</title><content type='html'>Stufa dei soliti aforismi scoppiazzati qua e la per la rete ... meglio due risate che le seghe mentali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In Africa tutte le mattine, quando sorge il sole, una gazzella muore...Cioè si sveglia già morta...perché si vede che non stava tanto bene il giorno prima e allora... comunque... sempre in africa, tutte le mattine, quando sorge il sole un leone, appena si sveglia, comincia a correre... per evitare di fare la fine della gazzella che è morta il giorno prima...poi correndo vede che c'è la gazzella morta del giorno prima lì e, visto che...dice cosa corro a fare? Mi fermo e le do due mozzicate...comunque, dove voglio arrivare? Non è importante che tu sia un armadillo o un pavone, l'importante è che se muori me lo dici prima.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aldo (di Aldo, Giovanni e Giacomo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2688276275901708240?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2688276275901708240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/pillole-di-saggezza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2688276275901708240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2688276275901708240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/pillole-di-saggezza.html' title='Pillole di saggezza'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-4749859776014437864</id><published>2009-09-13T10:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:45:02.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>... ed Eruanna decise di rimanere "per sempre" ...</title><content type='html'>... ed Eruanna decise di rimanere "per sempre" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così partirono per il loro viaggio, videro luoghi stupendi e tramonti magici. Come due complici affiatati, protagonisti di giornate che volavano via troppo velocemente, tornarono a casa con il rammarico di un viaggio finito e con la voglia di rifarne altri mille...&lt;br /&gt;Nella loro navicella, scorreva musica di ogni tipo ... quando iniziarono le note di un pezzo che non calzava i gusti di Aerandir, eppure Eruanna lo bloccò per ascoltare le parole: ed anche questa volta, pensò, erano quelle perfette ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEdgkKWUXvg&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/QEdgkKWUXvg&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vita è adesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nel vecchio albergo della terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ognuno in una stanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e in una storia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;di mattini più leggeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e cieli smarginati di speranza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e di silenzi da ascoltare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ti sorprenderai a cantare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma non sai perchè...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vita è adesso&lt;br /&gt;nei pomeriggi appena freschi&lt;br /&gt;che ti viene sonno&lt;br /&gt;e le campane girano le nuvole&lt;br /&gt;e piove sui capelli&lt;br /&gt;e sopra i tavolini dei caffè all'aperto&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ti domandi incerto chi sei tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei tu... sei tu... sei tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei tu che spingi avanti il cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed il lavoro duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;di essere uomo e non sapere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cosa sarà  il futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei tu nel tempo che ci fa più grandi&lt;br /&gt;e soli in mezzo al mondo&lt;br /&gt;con l'ansia di cercare insieme&lt;br /&gt;un bene più profondo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un altro che ti dia respiro&lt;br /&gt;e che si curvi verso te&lt;br /&gt;con un'attesa di volersi di più&lt;br /&gt;senza capir cos'è...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tu che mi ricambi gli occhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in questo istante immenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sopra il rumore della gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dimmi se questo ha un senso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vita è adesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nell'aria tenera di un dopocena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e musi di bambini&lt;br /&gt;contro i vetri&lt;br /&gt;e prati che si lisciano come gattini&lt;br /&gt;e stelle che si appicciano ai lampioni... milioni&lt;br /&gt;mentre ti chiederai dove sei tu...&lt;br /&gt;sei tu... sei tu... sei tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sei tu che porterai il tuo amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;per cento e mille strade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;perchè non c'è mai fine al viaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;anche se un sogno cade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sei tu che hai un vento nuovo tra le braccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mentre mi vieni incontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e imparerai che per morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ti basterà  un tramonto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In una gioia che fa male&lt;br /&gt;di più della malinconia&lt;br /&gt;ed in qualunque sera ti troverai&lt;br /&gt;non ti buttare via...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E non lasciare andare un giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per ritrovar te stesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;figlio di un cielo così bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perchè la vita è adesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è adesso...&lt;br /&gt;è adesso... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI AMO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-4749859776014437864?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4749859776014437864/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/ed-eruanna-decise-di-rimanere-per.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4749859776014437864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4749859776014437864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/ed-eruanna-decise-di-rimanere-per.html' title='... ed Eruanna decise di rimanere &quot;per sempre&quot; ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-4765627990612394510</id><published>2009-09-05T10:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:49:42.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Eruanna pensò che il pesante e fitto buio della notte avrebbe offuscato la visione di quel viso triste, così chiuse gli occhi e si abbandonò all'avventura onirica.&lt;br /&gt;Appena fu giorno, si risvegliò sentendosi nuova e pronta per la partenza con il suo compagno di viaggi. Aveva messo su il sorriso migliore che riusciva a sfoggiare per lui, illudendosi che sarebbe bastato a placare il suo cuore e vederlo sorridere di nuovo... Ma di giorno, le stelle non si vedevano ed Eruanna non sapeva più cosa fare per alleggerire il peso della gravità del pianeta su Aerandir.&lt;br /&gt;L'unica idea persistente era che il pianeta, senza di lei, sarebbe senz'altro pesato di meno ... e sarebbe stata disposta a scomparire nel nulla, se solo lui avesse espresso questo desiderio...&lt;br /&gt;Stava lì, con il teletrasporto in mano, aspettando un solo segnale ... per andare via o restare per sempre ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa era la musica giusta ...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weB1bxHb_U4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PUSH YOUR HEAD TOWARD THE AIR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay face&lt;br /&gt;down on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;would you walk all over me?&lt;br /&gt;Have we learn't&lt;br /&gt;What we set out to learn?&lt;br /&gt;well then love we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont drown in your tears, babe&lt;br /&gt;Push your head towards the air.&lt;br /&gt;Now dont drown in your tears, babe&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall and you,&lt;br /&gt;Can't find your way,&lt;br /&gt;Push a hand up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I will run just to,&lt;br /&gt;To be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever bat an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont drown in your tears, babe&lt;br /&gt;Push your head towards the air.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't drown in your tears, babe&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I will tear the price from your head,&lt;br /&gt;And keep you from harm" thats what you said.&lt;br /&gt;Theres people climbing out of their cars&lt;br /&gt;Lining the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;Try to glimpse at the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont drown in your tears, babe&lt;br /&gt;Push your head towards the air.&lt;br /&gt;Now dont drown in your tears, babe&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SPINGI LA TUA TESTA VERSO L'ARIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giaccio con la faccia&lt;br /&gt;schiacciata al pavimento,&lt;br /&gt;vuoi camminare dietro di  me?&lt;br /&gt;Non abbiamo imparato&lt;br /&gt;Come dobbiamo fare per imparare?&lt;br /&gt;Bene, allora l'amore lo vedrà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora non affondare nelle tue ferite, tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Spingi la tua testa verso l'aria.&lt;br /&gt;Ora non affondare nelle tue ferite, tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cadi e,&lt;br /&gt;Non riesci a trovare la tua strada,&lt;br /&gt;Spingi una mano cotro il cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Correrò solo per&lt;br /&gt;Essere al tuo fianco,&lt;br /&gt;Non battere mai ciglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora non affondare nelle tue ferite, tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Spingi la tua testa verso l'aria.&lt;br /&gt;Ora non affondare nelle tue ferite, tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma io togliero la taglia dalla tua testa,&lt;br /&gt;E ti terrò tra l braccia", è ciò che tu dissi.&lt;br /&gt;C'è gente che si arrampica sulle proprie auto&lt;br /&gt;Giaccendo sulla strada,&lt;br /&gt;Provando ad osservare la morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora non affondare nelle tue ferite, tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Spingi la tua testa verso l'aria.&lt;br /&gt;Ora non affondare nelle tue ferite, tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-4765627990612394510?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4765627990612394510/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4765627990612394510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4765627990612394510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1510980517593925281</id><published>2009-08-24T09:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:32:31.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The winner</title><content type='html'>A volte la vita ci propone delle sfide... e saperle vincere per guadagnare il suo sorriso è la cosa più bella del mondo: mi fa piangere di gioia e mi riempe il cuore. Mi fa capire davvero cosa voglio per la mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;Al buio, nel silenzio, il cielo stellato era solo per noi e da lassù mi sentivo la padrona del mondo e tutto ciò che volevo dormiva dolcemente tra le mie braccia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVq-MU7ojVY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVq-MU7ojVY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all of us stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll see us some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And stop crying your heart out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1510980517593925281?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1510980517593925281/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1510980517593925281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1510980517593925281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner.html' title='The winner'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1149834304695447595</id><published>2009-08-13T16:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:23:27.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Current thoughts ...</title><content type='html'>It's your smile where i can find my all. Closer and closer to you, i walk sure along my road for the only life trip i want, to see how wonderful it could be.&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the light to see the future through your hands, then turn it off because i don't to see anything else. The time is flying away and we are stronger then yesterday. Thanks, my love, thanks ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1149834304695447595?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1149834304695447595/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/08/current-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1149834304695447595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1149834304695447595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/08/current-thoughts.html' title='Current thoughts ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7679786127366509115</id><published>2009-07-31T01:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:16:14.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gran bella soddisfazione!</title><content type='html'>Ed ora ditemi se non vi viene voglia di volare sull'acqua come loro!!!&lt;br /&gt;... ecco, a me non proprio, perchè sono una poltrona :D ma riuscire a catturare quegli istanti cruciali per i salti, per le planate è una gran bella soddisfazione!&lt;br /&gt;Come una matta, sto lì con il dito puntato sulla macchina fotografica, tutta carica di adrenalina, come se ci fossi io su quel windsurf, aspettando qualche azione spettacolare ... ci siamo, ci siamo ... beccaaato!!! Un gran bel salto!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quanto mi piace questo video: le mie fotografie ed un pezzo che gaserebbe anche il nonnetto di 90 anni! Buona visione ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5847421"&gt;WindSurf Show - My best Shoots&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1067051"&gt;etha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5847421&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5847421&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soliti e dovuti ringraziamenti ad Aerandir per avermi trascinato in queste magnifiche giornate! (k)(k)(k) E siamo quasi alle ferie ... vaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7679786127366509115?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7679786127366509115/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/07/gran-bella-soddisfazione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7679786127366509115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7679786127366509115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/07/gran-bella-soddisfazione.html' title='Gran bella soddisfazione!'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8508160335172640369</id><published>2009-07-28T13:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:19:41.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sognare non costa nulla ...</title><content type='html'>Stasera ci sarà l'estrazione del Superenalotto, con la somma più alta di sempre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107.000.000 € * 1936,27 = 207.180.890.000 £ ... QUANTUUUUUUUUUUUU????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so nemmeno immaginare quanti siano: ci entreranno in banca??? Beh, con un'altissima probabilità nemmeno giocherò dei numeri eppure fantasticare è una delle cose più divertenti che esistano. La domanda che tutti ci poniamo è: "Cosa ci farei con 107 milioni di euro?". Ecco la mia lista della spesa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 7 milioni (così facciamo cifra tonda) : beneficienza, sarebbe il minimo!&lt;br /&gt;2. Un pò di "gadgets costosi" della Apple per il mio fidanzato (giusto come pensierino iniziale)&lt;br /&gt;3. La "nostra" casa&lt;br /&gt;4. Tutti gli sfizi per i miei genitori: viaggi, divertimento ed un pò della spensieratezza che non hanno mai avuto&lt;br /&gt;5. Per gli altri componenti della famiglia: un desiderio a testa da esaudire (se solo potessero i soldi esaudire tutti i loro desideri ... )&lt;br /&gt;6. A chi merita (amici e parenti) per volontà e fatica, un bell'aiuto economico ... a chi sperpera i soldi, una gran bella pernacchia&lt;br /&gt;7. Qualche investimento che mi garantisca una bella rendita nel caso in cui impazzissi e spendessi tutti i soldi&lt;br /&gt;8. Tanti viaggi insieme ad Aerandir per crescere e sentirci più ricchi dentro, che di conto in banca&lt;br /&gt;9. Tutti gli zoom Nikkor esistenti ed un corpo macchina da paura! (un capriccio per me ci sta!)&lt;br /&gt;10. L'eredità da lasciare: impegnarmi per costruire qualcosa di buono per le generazioni che verranno, non so esattamente cosa, ma non lavorando avrò il tempo di pensarci :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ok, ok ... alla fine togliamo anche le tasse :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io penso che per ora possa andare bene così: questo piccolo viaggio con la mente non mi è costato nulla ma mi ha regalato un sorriso che non devo pagare ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYMl-oVvbWY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYMl-oVvbWY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8508160335172640369?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8508160335172640369/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/07/sognare-non-costa-nulla.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8508160335172640369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8508160335172640369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/07/sognare-non-costa-nulla.html' title='Sognare non costa nulla ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8359896794967132704</id><published>2009-07-11T15:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:02:47.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 360° Tour - Milano 8 luglio 2009</title><content type='html'>La musica e le immagini ... lascio parlare loro ... perchè l'emozione che ho provato non è descrivibile! E' stato lo spettacolo più bello che abbiamo mai visto/udito/SENTITO ... Grazie U2, grazie Aerandir! L'n-esima avventura da raccontare insieme :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5549882&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5549882&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5549882"&gt;U2, 360° Tour, San Siro (Milano) 8 July 2009&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1067051"&gt;etha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8359896794967132704?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8359896794967132704/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/07/u2-360-tour-milano-8-luglio-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8359896794967132704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8359896794967132704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/07/u2-360-tour-milano-8-luglio-2009.html' title='U2 360° Tour - Milano 8 luglio 2009'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-9011729458374880436</id><published>2009-06-29T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:35:04.368+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Because The Night</title><content type='html'>Your scar will remain on my skin and won't disappear.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles I could walk just to find you again, forever.&lt;br /&gt;A clear map on my mind shows the only way to go through.&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you like a sailor to a shining star in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;No more questions and doubts, no more complex.&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me and anything else around.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to reach you ... and I come to you in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0brHGJ6xqbk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/0brHGJ6xqbk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-9011729458374880436?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/9011729458374880436/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/9011729458374880436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/9011729458374880436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-night.html' title='Because The Night'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6501336293973576462</id><published>2009-06-27T14:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:34:16.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creed - Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Sometimes ... I feel so little and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVbZmCQT6Ec&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/cVbZmCQT6Ec&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush my love now don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and drift in dream&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peaceful sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I hope &lt;br /&gt;I showed you&lt;br /&gt;Hope I showed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, in my arms tight&lt;br /&gt;Every day you give me life&lt;br /&gt;As I drift off to your world&lt;br /&gt;Will rest in peaceful sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's one thing that &lt;br /&gt;you showed me&lt;br /&gt;That you showed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give love to all&lt;br /&gt;Let's give love to all   ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6501336293973576462?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6501336293973576462/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/creed-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6501336293973576462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6501336293973576462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/creed-lullaby.html' title='Creed - Lullaby'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2098930911554840015</id><published>2009-06-11T01:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:33:09.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Capita - Seconda parte</title><content type='html'>La colonna sonora ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbcsItHtjyA&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/GbcsItHtjyA&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2098930911554840015?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2098930911554840015/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/capita-seconda-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2098930911554840015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2098930911554840015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/capita-seconda-parte.html' title='Capita - Seconda parte'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2642572462716330114</id><published>2009-06-07T13:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:27:38.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>capita...</title><content type='html'>Capita... &lt;br /&gt;Di trovarmi su di un divano, rannicchiata come un bimbo dentro la sua mamma che ascolta una lontana eppur vicina musica... &lt;br /&gt;E di scoppiare a piangere per l'emozione di quelle note, senza vergognarsi dei rigagnoli di lacrime che bruciano sul viso, tanto nessuno li vedrà... &lt;br /&gt;Di sentire il fruscio delle nuove foglie sfregarsi per un soffio di vento, continuando a dondolare fino a quando sarà possibile...&lt;br /&gt;Di aver bisogno di fermare il tempo guardandosi intorno e  descrivendo ogni sensazione per sentirsi ancora più vivi...&lt;br /&gt;Di pensare che qualcuno potrebbe udire gli stessi suoni, gli stessi rumori, sentire gli stessi odori e vedere gli stessi colori... E sperare di provare le stesse intense emozioni... &lt;br /&gt;Capita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2642572462716330114?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2642572462716330114/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/capita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2642572462716330114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2642572462716330114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/capita.html' title='capita...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3821818139686672929</id><published>2009-06-04T17:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:47:01.530+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etha'/><title type='text'>Apperò!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fino ad ora avevo creduto che il mio nickname, Etha, fosse solo il frutto di una forzata elaborazione del modo in cui il mio nipotino mi chiamava quando non riusciva a pronunciare tutto il mio nome: io ero "itaita", leggasi "zia elisa". Ed invece, oltre a svariati acronimi di origine scientifica (cosa di per sè abbastanza triste), ho scoperto che Etha esiste davvero!&lt;br /&gt;Deriva da un antico nome inglese, Ethel, che a sua volta viene dalla parola &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aethel&lt;/span&gt;: significa "noble", "honorable" ... però però ... come mi sento importante!&lt;br /&gt;Mentre Elisa deriva dall'ebraico Elisheba, composto da El, "Dio" e sheba, "sette", ma in senso figurato questo numero indica la perfezione; il significato del nome è perciò "il mio Dio è perfezione". Ma io non ho mai avuto a che fare con il numero 7 ... :-S Sarà ora che cominci ad usarlo???&lt;br /&gt;E poi ... ho sempre "festeggiato" (si fa per dire) il mio onomastico, il 17 novembre ... ed invece scopro che si festeggia il 26 giugno, data che preferisco di gran lunga al tristissimo 17, figuriamoci, poi, novembre ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Non so da dove mi sia nata questa curiosità ... però so' contenta :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3821818139686672929?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3821818139686672929/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/appero.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3821818139686672929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3821818139686672929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/06/appero.html' title='Apperò!'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7876283619871946994</id><published>2009-05-21T10:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:06:13.286+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnificent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u2'/><title type='text'>Magnificent - U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zf1hJtKc_1k&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/Zf1hJtKc_1k&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Oh, magnificent&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was born&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be with you&lt;br /&gt;In this space and time&lt;br /&gt;After that and ever after&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t had a clue&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only to break rhyme&lt;br /&gt;This foolishness can leave a heart&lt;br /&gt;Black and blue&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love can leave such a mark&lt;br /&gt;But only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love can heal such a scar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was born&lt;br /&gt;I was born to sing for you&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have a choice&lt;br /&gt;But to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;And sing whatever song you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;I give you back my voice&lt;br /&gt;From the womb my first cry&lt;br /&gt;It was a joyful noise&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love can leave such a mark&lt;br /&gt;But only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love can heal such a scar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justified till we die&lt;br /&gt;You and I will magnify&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love can leave such a mark&lt;br /&gt;But only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love unites our hearts&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justified till we die&lt;br /&gt;You and I will magnify&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7876283619871946994?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7876283619871946994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/05/magnificent-u2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7876283619871946994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7876283619871946994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/05/magnificent-u2.html' title='Magnificent - U2'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3918733348418756255</id><published>2009-05-13T16:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:41:46.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh ...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i need to stay in silence and listen to my own breath, to the blood into veins going through. Then , I live you and I love you each moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzYhP1IhThk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/xzYhP1IhThk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3918733348418756255?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3918733348418756255/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3918733348418756255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3918733348418756255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3450524866407302159</id><published>2009-05-11T10:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:07:15.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Segreti per il buon  umore ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Sgfd59dxRYI/AAAAAAAACss/nXojFSu_ZPM/s1600-h/pollon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Sgfd59dxRYI/AAAAAAAACss/nXojFSu_ZPM/s400/pollon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334476271465350530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E' lunedì mattina ... ma c'è il sole, un bel weekend appena trascorso tra mare, amore ed amici , la musica in macchina e niente che non va.&lt;br /&gt;A volte basta davvero poco per stare bene.&lt;br /&gt;L'estate è proprio alle porte, finalmente! Ho desiderato queste giornate con tutta me stessa, ed ora che le vivo è qualcosa di fantastico: si, riesco ancora a stupirmi per un cielo azzurro ed un sole splendente ... questa sensazione mi rende fiera della mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;E poi c'è lui... che con un solo sorriso sembra spianare una strada chiara e sicura da percorrere. Mah mah mah ... Eppure sembra non bastarmi mai : c'è ancora tanto e tanto che voglio. Riuscirò ad averlo? Chissà ... intanto mi godo questi momenti e respiro a pieni polmoni ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/muuN4JGjrM8&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/muuN4JGjrM8&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3450524866407302159?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3450524866407302159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/05/segreti-per-il-buon-umore.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3450524866407302159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3450524866407302159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/05/segreti-per-il-buon-umore.html' title='Segreti per il buon  umore ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Sgfd59dxRYI/AAAAAAAACss/nXojFSu_ZPM/s72-c/pollon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2524859868368047170</id><published>2009-04-27T11:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:51:32.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Benvenuto Tommy!</title><content type='html'>Stamattina mi sono svegliata con questo SMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il 26 aprile alle 18.50 sono arrivato io! Mi chiamo Tommaso B. e peso 2,450Kg ... e son Bolognese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quale migliore risveglio??? Che gioia!!! E' uno degli eventi più emozionanti della vita: la vita stessa!&lt;br /&gt;Non riesco nemmeno ad immaginare quale immensa felicità possa pervadere i cuori di mamma e papà nel guardare quello scricciolo di bimbo, così piccolo ed indifeso ma così grande da riuscire a descrivere il senso dell'Amore di due persone, senza nemmeno saper parlare. Direi che è semplicemente un miracolo! Tra mille ostacoli... ci sono riusciti, a costruire una meravigliosa famiglia. Ieri pomeriggio, l'annuncio: "E' nato Tommy ... ed io sono papà ... ", ed io, con la testa appoggiata sulla spalla del mio Amore, avevo un nodo alla gola che a fatica sono riuscita a nascondere, ed ero strafelice per loro!&lt;br /&gt;Con tutto il cuore, con tutto il cuore ... auguri di BUONA VITA a Tommy, alla sua Mamma ed al suo Papà ...&lt;br /&gt;Nei suoi pugni stretti e vicini, nel suo sorrisino e nel Vostro Amore, tutte le  immense difficoltà, diventeranno immagini remote ... e rimarrà solo una STUPENDA VITA da vivere insieme a lui ... Benvenuto Tommy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;"Ma vale la pena vivere&lt;br /&gt;mi chiederai 'sì, ma perché ?'&lt;br /&gt;So solo che ti dirò&lt;br /&gt;vale la pena vedrai&lt;br /&gt;da adesso in poi..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgmOZ3x4jIw&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgmOZ3x4jIw&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2524859868368047170?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2524859868368047170/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/benvenuto-tommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2524859868368047170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2524859868368047170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/benvenuto-tommy.html' title='Benvenuto Tommy!'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5378213672598816201</id><published>2009-04-22T10:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:43:48.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude - Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w74IMEZjruk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/w74IMEZjruk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I work 'til I'm done&lt;br /&gt;I never look at the clock&lt;br /&gt;I'm living out of time&lt;br /&gt;in my cocoon&lt;br /&gt;smooth like water running down&lt;br /&gt;my throat days slide away&lt;br /&gt;drawing signs&lt;br /&gt;I look ahead and back behind&lt;br /&gt;to see if my traces&lt;br /&gt;can make a straight line&lt;br /&gt;the kids are laughing outside&lt;br /&gt;no one looks at the sky&lt;br /&gt;sure it's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting cold&lt;br /&gt;the wind starts to blow while&lt;br /&gt;something's shaking my soul&lt;br /&gt;like a tree&lt;br /&gt;but this time I know&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;this time I know&lt;br /&gt;it's simply you&lt;br /&gt;so I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;I'm here waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5378213672598816201?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5378213672598816201/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/interlude-elisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5378213672598816201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5378213672598816201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/interlude-elisa.html' title='Interlude - Elisa'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-939322172192294911</id><published>2009-04-17T11:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:53:32.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Venerdì 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se le cose devono andar male, un venerdì 17 o QUALSIASI altro giorno dell'anno è buono per dire: ma che sfiga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi, Venerdì 17 aprile 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma davvero porterà sfortuna?!? Naaaa ... E'solo una credenza popolare che deriva da diverse ragioni. Sul web, girovagando ho trovato:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 17 o XVII. Che anagrammato diventa VIXI. Che in latino è un verbo al tempo perfetto. Che tradotto in italiano vuol dire vissi (e magari ora non più). Già per questo ci sarebbe da ricorrere alla scaramanzia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si pensi poi che il 17 se la litiga con il 13 sulla vera data di un evento storico: perché accadde un venerdì dell’Anno Domini 1307, mese di ottobre, che Filippo il Bello diede ordine di sterminare i Templari (sicuramente in quell’occasione qualche maledizione fu lanciata). A dire il vero, però, le due cifre se la litigano per mania di protagonismo e folklore popolare: la drastica fine dell’ordine ispirato da Bernardo di Chiaravalle avvenne il 13 ottobre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il diluvio universale, secondo l’Antico Testamento, iniziò il 17° giorno del secondo mese (ma si concluse lo stesso giorno del settimo mese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pitagorici lo aborrivano perché, misero, se ne stava tra il 16 e il 18, perfetti nella loro rappresentazione di quadrilateri 4×4 e 3×6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luigi XVII, misero pure lui, inciampò nella Rivoluzione Francese e nel 1795, malaticcio e cagionevole, morì carcerato nella prigione del Tempio (che peraltro fu in precedenza luogo sacro dei Templari).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SehNYVzQnpI/AAAAAAAACqU/7RY7A_4i6zs/s1600-h/31006970_618fd1abd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SehNYVzQnpI/AAAAAAAACqU/7RY7A_4i6zs/s400/31006970_618fd1abd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591639929953938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meglio una coccinella portafortuna tanto carina, che un brutto ed orribile corno rosso, no??? E chi può dire di essere davvero sfortunato? Io, di certo, no! Di cose belle nella vita ne ho, e tante! E ringrazio Qualcuno, lassù, di avermele donate senza mai chiedere niente in cambio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E della mia gioia, spero solo di riuscire a trasmetterne anche solo un pò alle persone che AMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-939322172192294911?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/939322172192294911/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/venerdi-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/939322172192294911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/939322172192294911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/venerdi-17.html' title='Venerdì 17'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SehNYVzQnpI/AAAAAAAACqU/7RY7A_4i6zs/s72-c/31006970_618fd1abd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7928342090961927402</id><published>2009-04-15T12:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:59:24.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasqua 2009 eruanna aerandir auguri'/><title type='text'>Pasqua 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SeW9gKGWJTI/AAAAAAAACqM/KVZnKQ2yEzg/s1600-h/memole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SeW9gKGWJTI/AAAAAAAACqM/KVZnKQ2yEzg/s400/memole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324870494599914802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E' passata un'altra Pasqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Strane sensazioni passano per la testa nel ripensare, anno dopo anno da quando ho memoria, a come le cose cambiano... perchè si cresce, perchè cambia la vita, cambiano le abitudini, gli affetti e le persone che ti circondano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E' un cammino davvero unico ed irripetibile ... ogni passo diverso da quello precedente. E lungo la strada scorgiamo paesaggi diversi, a volte stupendi, a volte meno ... ma l'importante è ricordarsene sempre e fare di ogni passo il piccolo bagaglio di vita ed insegnamenti che riusciamo a trarne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fondo, la vita è affascinante proprio per questo: sappiamo cosa siamo stati, cosa siamo ... ma sarà sempre una "sorpresa" il secondo successivo a quello che stiamo vivendo. E la curiosità di sapere ciò che sarà di noi, devi spingerci a vivere ogni momento come se fosse l'ultimo, sempre in pace con sè stessi e con il mondo attorno, il più possibile. Non è sempre facile, ma provarci non costa nulla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grazie per ogni augurio, ogni caldo abbraccio, ogni sorriso... mi hanno riempito il cuore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Aerandir, va il mio pensiero speciale ...  grazie di TUTTO! Che possa  la vita sempre di più stupirci ed affascinarci ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7928342090961927402?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7928342090961927402/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/pasqua-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7928342090961927402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7928342090961927402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/pasqua-2009.html' title='Pasqua 2009'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SeW9gKGWJTI/AAAAAAAACqM/KVZnKQ2yEzg/s72-c/memole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6707637514381321491</id><published>2009-04-05T12:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:38:39.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFkzRNyygfk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/XFkzRNyygfk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6707637514381321491?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6707637514381321491/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/creep.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6707637514381321491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6707637514381321491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/04/creep.html' title='Creep'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-549581827938798315</id><published>2009-03-25T02:13:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:09:24.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poche parole ...</title><content type='html'>E passo dopo passo raggiungiamo piccoli e grandi traguardi ... GRAZIE AMORE MIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U2 - Love is Blindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wrap the night Around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;In a parked car In a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You see your love Made complete&lt;br /&gt;Thread is ripping&lt;br /&gt;The knot is slipping&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;Love is clockworks&lt;br /&gt;And cold steel&lt;br /&gt;Fingers too numb to feel&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze the handle&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candle&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wrap the night&lt;br /&gt;Around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love&lt;br /&gt;Blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jp2G4U2-_3A&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/Jp2G4U2-_3A&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-549581827938798315?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/549581827938798315/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/poche-parole.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/549581827938798315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/549581827938798315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/poche-parole.html' title='Poche parole ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5734927947873954301</id><published>2009-03-24T10:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:13:13.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resonance-one.com/changes/h0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 332px;" src="http://resonance-one.com/changes/h0022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Che l'amore muove il mondo è una sacrosanta verità. Quanti musicisti, scrittori, pittori, scultori, artisti vari hanno trovato in esso la fonte primaria di ispirazione: che abbia portato gioia o dolore, è una delle emozioni più forti che un uomo possa provare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chissà quante altre forme d'arte troverò, che mi aiuteranno a descrivere il mio stato d'animo, a parlare di me, di ciò che sento, di ciò che la persona che amo sa far nascere in me e nutrire.&lt;br /&gt;" ... mi sento in paradiso ... ", l'ultimo pensiero di stanotte prima di chiudere gli occhi ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5734927947873954301?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5734927947873954301/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5734927947873954301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5734927947873954301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6351909284538894385</id><published>2009-03-19T11:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:12:13.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil collins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a groovy kind of love'/><title type='text'>Dolci note</title><content type='html'>Stanotte, appena poggiato il viso sul cuscino, ha iniziato a suonare in testa un pezzo di Phil Collins: "A Groovy Kind of Love". Non so spiegarne il motivo, chissà da quanto tempo non lo sentivo passare nemmeno alla radio: forse per la sua dolcezza, per la sua armonia, avrebbe accompagnato i miei sogni in maniera sublime.  Sembra quasi una ninna nanna. Le parole sono dolcissime ... come non poterle dedicare a chi si ama? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosità: Collins incide nel 1991 "&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A groovy kind of love&lt;/strong&gt;" per la colonna sonora del film "Buster" di cui e' anche attore protagonista. Ma il brano e' una cover di un pezzo dei Mindbenders, uscito nel 1965, rifatto tra l'altro in italiano un anno dopo dai Camaleonti, con il titolo "Non c'e' piu' nessuno".  C'è una storia di plagi musicali dietro : &lt;a href="http://www.waytrend.net/root/suoni_rumori_1138.asp"&gt;leggete qui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/swf/xes2o"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/swf/xes2o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/swf/xes2o"&gt;phil collins - a groovy kind of love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/kareem93"&gt;kareem93&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A groovy kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is take a look at you&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm not so blue&lt;br /&gt;When you're close to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you heart beat&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;In my ear&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time you want to&lt;br /&gt;You can turn me on to&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want to&lt;br /&gt;Any time at all&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I start to shiver&lt;br /&gt;Can't control the quivering inside&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is take a look at you&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm not so blue&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to matter&lt;br /&gt;My whole world can shatter&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;We got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;We got a groovy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;ad_text = 'Groovy Kind Of Love';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6351909284538894385?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6351909284538894385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/stanotte-appena-poggiato-il-viso-sul.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6351909284538894385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6351909284538894385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/stanotte-appena-poggiato-il-viso-sul.html' title='Dolci note'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5633615046091461162</id><published>2009-03-17T13:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:39:39.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet wet wet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is all around'/><title type='text'>I can't find the right words ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un'esplosione di gioia ... quello che gli ultimi giorni mi hanno lasciato nel cuore. E non riesco a trovare le parole per descrivere ciò che provo, scrivo e cancello, riscrivo e ricancello. Potrei raccontare ogni attimo, fotografato nella mia mente, ogni emozione, ogni parola ed ogni silenzio, ogni gesto ... ma non basterebbe. So solo che la vita non smette mai di stupirmi, è una fonte infinita di sorprese, che sanno riempirti il cuore, anche con un solo sorriso. A tutti quelli che per provare emozioni forti fanno cose estreme: provate ad amare estremamente . L'adrenalina finisce, ma ciò che può provocare l'amore è infinito. Questo è quello che provo io, non pretendo che sia una verità assoluta, ma solo ciò che provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aerandir, carved on my skin ... you'll be a part of me forever. I'll never go away, until I'll see this brilliant light in your eyes that heats up each day with you, giving me the reason to breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQQ6SfPZggw&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQQ6SfPZggw&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my fingers&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around me&lt;br /&gt;And so the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;It's written on the wind&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere I go, oh yes it is&lt;br /&gt;So if you really love me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and let it show&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, I always will&lt;br /&gt;My minds made up by the way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;There's no beginning,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no end&lt;br /&gt;'cause on my love you can depend&lt;br /&gt;I see your face before me&lt;br /&gt;As I lay on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I kinda get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you said, oh yes I did&lt;br /&gt;You gave your promise to me and i gave mine to you&lt;br /&gt;I need someone beside me&lt;br /&gt;In everything I do, oh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, I always will,&lt;br /&gt;My minds made up by the&lt;br /&gt;Way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;There's no beginning,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no end&lt;br /&gt;'cause on my love you can depend&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;Oh its written in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Oh everywhere I go, yeah, oh well&lt;br /&gt;So if you really love me, love me, love me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and let it show ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5633615046091461162?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5633615046091461162/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-find-right-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5633615046091461162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5633615046091461162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-find-right-words.html' title='I can&apos;t find the right words ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6829350706202913681</id><published>2009-03-10T15:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:53:45.876+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rimbaud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensazione'/><title type='text'>Fairy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SbZ5WtSGF6I/AAAAAAAACkw/k7Iu3ao5lvI/s1600-h/Fairysong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SbZ5WtSGF6I/AAAAAAAACkw/k7Iu3ao5lvI/s400/Fairysong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311566241549653922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senzazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sere blu d'estate,andrò per i sentieri&lt;br /&gt;graffiato dagli steli,sfiorando l'erba nuova:&lt;br /&gt;ne sentirò freschezza,assorto nel mistero.&lt;br /&gt;Farò che sulla testa scoperta il vento piova.&lt;br /&gt;Io non avrò pensieri,tacendo nel profondo:&lt;br /&gt;ma l'infinito amore l'anima mia avrà colmato,&lt;br /&gt;e me ne andrò lontano,lontano e vagabondo,&lt;br /&gt;guardando la Natura,come un innamorato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A.Rimbaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambia l'atmosfera, l'aria, le giornate si fanno sempre più lunghe ... c'è più luce per i nostri occhi. Smetteremo di chiederci cosa fare la domenica: la voglia di godere del mare spegnerà ogni dubbio.&lt;br /&gt;Sarà fantastico farsi baciare dal sole, il sale cristallizzato farà brillare la pelle, e la sera, le guance rosse saranno il ricordo di una stupenda giornata.&lt;br /&gt;Se potessi, porterei avanti le lancette del tempo per giungere alle calde giornate e buttar via i pesanti ed ingombranti cappotti per indossare leggerissime vesti. Ricomincia un ciclo di vita.&lt;br /&gt;E rivedere lui... al sole, ancora un'estate,. ancora una volta! Riaffiorano migliaia di ricordi ed emozioni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6829350706202913681?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6829350706202913681/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fairy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6829350706202913681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6829350706202913681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fairy-girl.html' title='Fairy Girl'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SbZ5WtSGF6I/AAAAAAAACkw/k7Iu3ao5lvI/s72-c/Fairysong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6739430964658066852</id><published>2009-03-09T23:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:46:23.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high definition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>Emozioni in HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beh, che dire ... il tempo passa. Restano profumi, sensazioni, immagini, musica ... indelebili. Alcune emozioni non si possono descrivere, altre sono così intime che non possono essere rappresentate in alcun modo. Tutto ciò che ho potuto catturare, l'ho racchiuso in questo video. Sarà "schifosamente" romantico, sdolcinato o tutto ciò che vi viene in mente, ma è bello così, è bello sognare, è bello crederci e camminare un metro da terra pur sembrando ridicola.&lt;br /&gt;L'estate è di nuovo alle porte, ed ansiosa di vivere altre 10, 100, 1000 avventure attendo che i giorni passino e che il sole cominci a scaldare sempre di più queste giornate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIl8J0YKQ10&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIl8J0YKQ10&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutti i paesaggi in questo video sono della nostra stupenda isola siciliana. &lt;br /&gt;Grazie Aerandir, per avermi portato in questo stupendo viaggio ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6739430964658066852?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6739430964658066852/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/beh-che-dire.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6739430964658066852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6739430964658066852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/beh-che-dire.html' title='Emozioni in HD'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5937139356850035028</id><published>2009-03-05T14:09:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:10:08.138+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fata morgana stretto di messina ottica'/><title type='text'>Fata Morgana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ripensando ad una bella esperienza vissuta qualche anno fa, mi è tornata in mente questa affascinante leggenda su Fata Morgana, diffusa in tutta l'area dello Stretto di Messina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chi era:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgana è una delle donne protagoniste della mitologia celtica. Pur non essendo una fata, la cultura tardo-medievale di impronta profondamente cattolica le ha attribuito questo attributo, diventando così per i più la mitica Fata Morgana. Per la sua caratteristica di apparire sollevata dal suolo diede il nome all'effetto ottico &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fatamorgana&lt;/span&gt;. Si presuppone che fosse probabilmente un tipo di camminata molto dolce e leggera che, unitamente ad altri effetti ottici forse anche causati dal particolare abbigliamento delle sacerdotesse di Avalon (di cui Morgana è una delle ultime esponenti) a creare questo apparente distacco da terra durante la camminata di Morgana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La leggenda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si narra che durante le invasioni barbariche in agosto, mentre il cielo e il mare erano senza un alito di vento, e una leggera nebbiolina velava l'orizzonte, un'orda di conquistatori dopo avere attraversato tutta la penisola giunse alle rive della città di Reggio e si trovò davanti allo stretto che divide la Calabria dalla Sicilia.&lt;br /&gt;A pochi chilometri sull'altra sponda sorgeva un'isola - la Sicilia - con un gran monte fumante - l'Etna - ed il Re barbaro si domandava come fare a raggiungerla trovandosi sprovvisto di imbarcazioni, quindi impotente davanti al mare. All'improvviso apparve una donna molto bella, che offrì l'isola al conquistatore, e con un cenno la fece apparire a due passi da lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Sa_QhOk9UTI/AAAAAAAACic/npv2KPwiKNI/s1600-h/2005-08-22_fata_morgana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Sa_QhOk9UTI/AAAAAAAACic/npv2KPwiKNI/s400/2005-08-22_fata_morgana.jpg" title="Effetto ottico di FATAMORGANA sullo Stretto di Messina." id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309691754960474418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guardando nell'acqua, egli vedeva nitidi i monti, le spiagge, le vie di campagna e le navi nel porto come se potesse toccarli con le mani. Esultando, il Re barbaro balzò giù da cavallo e si gettò in acqua, sicuro di poter raggiungere l'isola con un paio di bracciate, ma l'incanto si ruppe e il Re affogò miseramente. Tutto infatti era un miraggio, un gioco di luce della bella e sconosciuta donna, che altri non era se non la Fata Morgana. Il fenomeno si ripete ancora oggi nei giorni calmi e limpidi d'estate, nelle acque antistanti la costa calabrese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Voci_correlate" id="Voci_correlate"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5937139356850035028?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5937139356850035028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fata-morgana.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5937139356850035028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5937139356850035028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fata-morgana.html' title='Fata Morgana'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/Sa_QhOk9UTI/AAAAAAAACic/npv2KPwiKNI/s72-c/2005-08-22_fata_morgana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5098659421555670860</id><published>2009-03-05T09:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:35:46.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruce springsteen working on a dream'/><title type='text'>Working on a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ogni giorno, apriamo gli occhi e iniziamo a vivere, ragionare, pensare, organizzare, fare, dire ...&lt;br /&gt;Ci si può far trascinare dalla vita senza un obiettivo da perseguire, oppure identificare ogni piccolo gesto che si compie  in un mattone per costruire qualcosa di grande: lavorare per un sogno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualunque cosa esso sia, è pur sempre il motivo per cui vale la pena vivere, tentare di realizzarlo anche con immense difficoltà, ma senza avere mai il rimorso di non averci provato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IAWE5ROPMM&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IAWE5ROPMM&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5098659421555670860?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5098659421555670860/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-on-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5098659421555670860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5098659421555670860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-on-dream.html' title='Working on a dream'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-87004630069755174</id><published>2009-02-25T03:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:28:00.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sono le 3.30 del mattino e non ho un filo di sonno, ma troppa necessità di parlare, di comunicare...così da sotto le coperte, mi metto a scrivere... A volte sbattiamo brutalmente contro la realtà  quando i sogni fanno perdere di vista quel pizzico di razionale che c'è in noi. E parliamo, parliamo... Senza renderci conto di quello che stiamo dicendo, con gli occhi persi nel vuoto, strafelici... Forse gli altri spesso mi prendono per pazza, ma io sono fatta così... Sono una sognatrice! Beh, cosa importa? Nessuno può impedirmi di farlo... Devo solo far sì che i sogni rimangano momenti notturni e personali... Se poi un giorno si avvereranno, allora con un piccolo sorriso ripenserò al mio segretissimo desiderio che si è avverato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-87004630069755174?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/87004630069755174/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/87004630069755174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/87004630069755174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/insomnia.html' title='INSOMNIA'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2977184978909627299</id><published>2009-02-18T00:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:00:50.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>Another song ... telling you what i feel! My thoughts are yours and everything, in my day, seems to explain me that i'm to the right direction!&lt;br /&gt;So, if you take my hand, we can walk together to the sun... i've found my road to ... heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kd-xY2TFvJc&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/Kd-xY2TFvJc&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why,&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed at all,&lt;br /&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see at all,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey,&lt;br /&gt;But your picture on my wall,&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,&lt;br /&gt;My head just feels in pain&lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,&lt;br /&gt;I'm late for work again,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply,&lt;br /&gt;That I might not last the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is giving me the best day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed the door, I'm home at last,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm soaking through and through,&lt;br /&gt;Then you handed me a towel,&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you,&lt;br /&gt;And even if my house falls down now,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is giving me the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is giving me the best day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2977184978909627299?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2977184978909627299/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2977184978909627299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2977184978909627299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-8496895326636651024</id><published>2009-02-15T18:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:27:26.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your song ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The more i live you, the more i love you. Thanks for each moment you gave me! We're living in a dream! This is our wonderful life ... this is just the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the right words to explain how much i love you. So i will use music to tell you something that i couldn't say in a better way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/13GD78Bmo8s&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/13GD78Bmo8s&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your song - Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-8496895326636651024?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8496895326636651024/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8496895326636651024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/8496895326636651024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-song.html' title='Your song ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-2567375453118620468</id><published>2009-02-08T15:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:04:26.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buon umore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cardigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>Mi gira in testa da stamattina, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sono di buon umore&lt;/span&gt;, questo pezzo mi mette ancor di più di buon umore... uno di quei brani che ti fa ritrovare davanti allo specchio a ballare, a tenere il ritmo scrocchiando le dita, poi ti fermi un attimo e ti senti una cretina ... e ridi :D&lt;br /&gt;Non ne conoscevo il titolo, sapevo solo che era dei Cardigans ma ne ricordavo le parole, così googlando scopro che la canzone si intitola "CARNIVAL", cade a pennello con questo periodo ;-) Quando il destino si intreccia con la musica, non si può fare a meno di sorridere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiclTJajivc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiclTJajivc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla faccia del cielo grigio ... io sono felice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-2567375453118620468?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2567375453118620468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2567375453118620468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/2567375453118620468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-3724543196127272409</id><published>2009-01-22T10:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:45:54.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buon giorno! (anche con la pioggia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'unico modo per esorcizzare cielo grigio e pioggia incessante è ricarvarne musica e pensarli come tali. Stamattina, ascoltavo un pezzo dei King of Convenience. Le corde pizzicate delle loro delicatissime chitarre e le voci sovrapposte, danno un senso di impalpabilità e morbidezza del suono, un suono felpato, mai fastidioso. E mentre scorrevano le note, le gocce di pioggia di infrangevano sul parabrezza, formando larghi cerchi che venivano poco dopo cancellati dal tergicristalli. Il modo in cui l'acqua scivolava sui vetri era perfettamente in sintonia con la musica. Affascinante anche il modo in cui la pioggia sull'asfalto si nebulizza al passaggio delle vetture ... forma una nube in terra che sparisce pochi secondi dopo ... anch'essa soffice come la canzone che mi accompagnava. Così mi immaginavo di essere dietro ad una finestra semiappannata, i gomiti poggiati sul davanzale, le mani a sostenere il viso, e lo sguardo perso tra le gocce di pioggia ...&lt;br /&gt;Anche se piove, buon ascolto ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCrnMCwSI6s&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCrnMCwSI6s&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.b. ho scelto questo video, perchè non ci sono immagini, il testo del brano parla di un'amore incondizionato, forse quello più puro che possa esistere. Ma "ascoltate" solamente i suoni, lasciatevi trasportare e cacciate via la tensione ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-3724543196127272409?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3724543196127272409/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunico-modo-per-esorcizzare-cielo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3724543196127272409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/3724543196127272409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunico-modo-per-esorcizzare-cielo.html' title='Buon giorno! (anche con la pioggia)'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6723336473555125949</id><published>2009-01-21T15:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:46:33.250+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily dickinson'/><title type='text'>Vecchi film, nuove scoperte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ogni tanto la televisione ripropone qualche bel film, e con piacere ne approfitto per farlo di nuovo vivo nella mia mente. Ieri sera, rivedendo 'Autumn in New York', storia strappa-lacrime con Richard Gere e Winona Ryder, ho avuto il piacere di coglierne qualche dettaglio in più ed essere colpita dalle poesie riproposte più volte durante il film. In particolare, è posta l'enfasi su Emily Dickinson ... così per curiosità mi sono documentata un pò. Poetessa un pò folle, per certi aspetti.&lt;br /&gt;Da Wikipedia, alcuni curiosi particolari della sua biografia :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... La giovane donna pensava alla natura essendo però costantemente ossessionata dalla morte, vestendo solo di bianco in segno di purezza e poi senza aver mai avuto serie storie d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a 25 anni si rinchiuse nella sua camera al piano superiore della sua casa e non uscì di lì neanche il giorno della morte dei suoi genitori. Lei credeva che con la fantasia si riuscisse ad ottenere tutto infatti lei nella sua camera si sentiva in un 'isola felice'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Al momento della sua morte la sorella scopre nella camera di Emily Dickinson 1775 poesie scritte su foglietti e ripiegati e cuciti con ago e filo tutti in un raccoglitore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra le varie poesie lette ieri sera, volevo postare questa, che tra tutte ho sentito particolarmente vicina. In fondo, la sicurezza dell'eterno vivere con la persona amata è il sogno di ogni essere umano, soprattutto quando si vive una stupenda storia d'amore ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Se potessi rivederti fra un anno farei tanti gomitoli dei mesi.&lt;br /&gt;Se l’attesa fosse soltanto di secoli li conterei sulla mano.&lt;br /&gt;E se sapessi che finita questa vita la mia e la tua proseguiranno insieme,&lt;br /&gt;getterei la mia come inutile scorza e sceglierei con te l’eternità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6723336473555125949?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6723336473555125949/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/ogni-tanto-la-televisione-ripropone.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6723336473555125949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6723336473555125949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/ogni-tanto-la-televisione-ripropone.html' title='Vecchi film, nuove scoperte'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5228772631801773555</id><published>2009-01-19T10:46:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:05:22.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elfi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sogno'/><title type='text'>Il risveglio degli elfi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a title="Il risveglio degli Elfi" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SXRPWnEeE2I/AAAAAAAACD8/Ovxq1MVBy-k/s1600-h/il+risveglio+degli+elfi.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SXRPWnEeE2I/AAAAAAAACD8/Ovxq1MVBy-k/s200/il+risveglio+degli+elfi.preview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292942711930622818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vi è mai capitato di svegliarvi con la sensazione che la giornata prima sia stata solo un sogno? A me, si ... e più di una volta. Ma stamattina mi sono fermata a rifletterci su, perchè quest'impressione era troppo viva e forte, più del solito. Aprendo gli occhi, quasi facevo fatica a distinguere ciò che era realmente accaduto da ciò che avevo l'impressione di aver sognato.&lt;br /&gt;Poi, ricordo di fotografie a testimoniare che tutto ciò che era nella mia mente, era accaduto davvero ... e un sorriso, un soffio di benessere, affiorano sul mio viso ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono pronta per cominciare questa settimana, attendendo un'altro bellissimo weekend ... programma "Snow Trip", ora che siamo attrezzati! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Grazie Aerandir ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5228772631801773555?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5228772631801773555/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-risveglio-degli-elfi.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5228772631801773555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5228772631801773555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-risveglio-degli-elfi.html' title='Il risveglio degli elfi'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SXRPWnEeE2I/AAAAAAAACD8/Ovxq1MVBy-k/s72-c/il+risveglio+degli+elfi.preview.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1098549835356456109</id><published>2009-01-13T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:26:56.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever seen the rain?</title><content type='html'>Ma non si diceva "cielo plumbeo" ??? E perchè oggi è GIALLO???&lt;br /&gt;Vien giù la pioggia, incessantemente ... da troppe ore ormai, e per una metereopatica come me, è a dir poco distruttivo!&lt;br /&gt;Poca luce nella mia stanza, al mattino, mi mette più sonno di quanto già ne abbia! Alzarsi diventa un dramma ... ma pazienza, iniziamo la giornata.&lt;br /&gt;Le strade sembrano fiumi in piena e sul parabrezza, i goccioloni d'acqua fanno apparire il mondo in forme strane e rotonde. Tutti corrono per non bagnarsi, da un lato all'altro della strada, alcuni infastiditi, altri ridendo pensando di essere buffi.&lt;br /&gt;Troppa voglia di starmene sotto le coperte o gironzolare per casa controllando dalle finestre se ha smesso di piovere o meno. E poi bere un thè caldo (arancia e cannella, magari), aver le guanciotte rosse per la troppa vicinanza ad un termosifone (senza poterne fare a meno), perdersi nei pensieri guidati dal rumore dell'acqua battente sulle grondaie, e sentire lo "splash" delle macchine di chi si diverte a sollevare l'acqua nelle pozzanghere :-)&lt;br /&gt;Possiamo solo stupirci di quanto sia immensa la natura ... e dondolarci nella musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS9_ipu9GKw&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/TS9_ipu9GKw&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1098549835356456109?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1098549835356456109/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-seen-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1098549835356456109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1098549835356456109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-seen-rain.html' title='Have you ever seen the rain?'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5104206831294179726</id><published>2008-12-30T15:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:58:01.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auguri di cuore ...</title><content type='html'>Voglio augurare a tutti coloro a cui voglio bene, di trascorrere queste feste con, almeno, metà dell'amore e della felicità che ho io nel cuore. Tantissimi auguri di un sereno 2009!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E questa, voglio dedicarla a colui che ha dato un senso a questi giorni ... Auguri anche a te, Aerandir ... per il 2009, e per tutta la tua vita ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be Mine - R.E.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAIos6TQ_1I&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/GAIos6TQ_1I&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of this as funny&lt;br /&gt;It speaks another world to me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your Easter bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna be your Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll strip the world that you must live in&lt;br /&gt;Of all its godforsaken greed&lt;br /&gt;I'll ply the tar out of your feathers&lt;br /&gt;I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I choose your sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;I'll want to wash you with my hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll want to drink of sacred fountains&lt;br /&gt;And find the riches hidden there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat the lotus and peyote&lt;br /&gt;I'll want to hear the caged-bird sing&lt;br /&gt;I'll want the secrets of the temple&lt;br /&gt;I'll want the finger with the ring&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you make me your religion&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all you will need&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the drawing of your breath&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the cup if you should bleed&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the sky above the Ganges&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the vast and stormy sea&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the lights that guide you inland&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the visions you will see&lt;br /&gt;Visions you will see&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5104206831294179726?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5104206831294179726/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/voglio-augurare-tutti-coloro-cui-voglio.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5104206831294179726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5104206831294179726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/voglio-augurare-tutti-coloro-cui-voglio.html' title='Auguri di cuore ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5754470944642569919</id><published>2008-12-23T15:02:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:17:51.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Riflessioni natalizie ... e non solo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ti voglio bene ... parole semplicissime.&lt;br /&gt;Le stesse parole che non sono mai riuscita a pronunciare davanti ai miei genitori. Ma perchè? Per il timore di scoppiare a piangere davanti a loro, di provocare emozioni troppo forti? Cosa mi blocca? Cosa mi fa diventare tremendamente timida davanti alle persone che mi hanno dato la loro vita e mi amano più di ogni altra cosa? Non riesco proprio a spiegarmelo, ma è così. Solo una volta, da quando sono adulta, su di un bigliettino ... l'ho scritto. La mano quasi tremava, ho pensato prima di scriverlo e sembra assurdo: mia madre, quando mi ha rivista, mi ha abbracciata fortissimo! Non posso dimenticarlo...&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono Amori così grandi e così indescrivibili che non sappiamo gestire, quasi ci proteggiamo, forse per paura di essere deboli davanti ad una cosa più grande di noi.&lt;br /&gt;Com'è strano l'essere umano ... siamo davvero sistemi complessi ed irrisolvibili, fatti di variabili impazzite in cui leggi matematiche e statistiche saltano, e nulla è prevedibile.&lt;br /&gt;Al mio fidanzato dirò "Ti amo!", con tutta la sicurezza che ho, guardandolo fisso agli occhi, sapendolo mio, senza pensarci mezza volta, sapendomi sua.&lt;br /&gt;Ma ... Stringo i pugni e spero, spero, spero (... come ogni anno) di riuscire ... ad abbracciare mia madre, mio padre ... dicendo: Ti voglio bene!&lt;br /&gt;Loro non leggeranno mai questo blog ... ma qui, quasi sentendomi libera da ogni inibizione, posso scrivere "Vi voglio bene!" ... Buon Natale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5754470944642569919?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5754470944642569919/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/riflessioni-natalizie-e-non-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5754470944642569919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5754470944642569919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/riflessioni-natalizie-e-non-solo.html' title='Riflessioni natalizie ... e non solo...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-4615690768487467833</id><published>2008-12-03T12:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:33:20.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good ...  :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5HRzaOFhec&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/u5HRzaOFhec&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aerandir, this is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, I knew that I would, now&lt;br /&gt;So good, so good, I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;I feel nice, like sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;So nice, so nice, I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;and when I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;My love won't do you no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I feel nice, like sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;I feel nice, like sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;So nice, so nice, I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;and when I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;My love can't do me no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I feel nice, like sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;I feel nice, like sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;So nice, so nice, well I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, I knew that I would&lt;br /&gt;So good, so good, 'cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;So good, so good, 'cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;So good, so good, 'cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-4615690768487467833?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4615690768487467833/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4615690768487467833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4615690768487467833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good ...  :-)'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-6837275371377217771</id><published>2008-12-01T09:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:18:06.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning with Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="testo"&gt;A volte, nelle parole semplici sta l'essenza di tutto. Non serve sempre esprimere i propri sentimenti con ricercatezza ed eleganza, perchè ciò che sentiamo nel cuore è quanto di più primordiale  possiamo immaginare. Ieri mattina, la musica accompagnava il mio risveglio. Ero strafelice per il sabato appena trascorso. Armonia nell'aria a riempire ogni spazio vuoto! Stupendo! Scorrevano queste parole, del primo CD di Elisa, "Pipes and flowers".  Agli esordi della sua carriera, di certo la maturazione artistica non era al massimo, eppure sono affezionatissima ad ogni brano. Ed ieri, la canzone che calzava a pennello, leggera, allegra, solare, semplice ... era "So delicate, so pure". In evidenza, le parole che voglio arrivino al mio Aerandir ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your eyes keep telling my future. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Delicate, so pure - Elisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm losing my mind, I'm falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna feel your heart and all I see is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool to treat you like I do&lt;br /&gt;when I take my fears and throw them all on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's you, so delicate, so pure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough to seem unreal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's you, so delicate, so pure,&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love your laugh,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the way you say my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be hard, I wanna know your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was so wrong, but now I see the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on my youth and I'm coming back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's you, so delicate, so pure,&lt;br /&gt;enough to seem unreal&lt;br /&gt;yes it's you, so delicate, so pure,&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and the music in the way that you talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody gonna tell me that I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know with all my jealousy it's hard to live with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I need you like a drug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;take anything you want, the part of me you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wash over me, desire has a face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna make you see, I've nowhere else to be but with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-6837275371377217771?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6837275371377217771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-morning-with-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6837275371377217771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/6837275371377217771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-morning-with-smile.html' title='Monday Morning with Smile'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-90942027168001145</id><published>2008-11-27T10:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:26:07.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock your Soul - Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqN_phfFSEY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqN_phfFSEY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think, the less I see&lt;br /&gt;when I'm able to walk&lt;br /&gt;I'm queen of my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I let it rain on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't let myself down&lt;br /&gt;I don't let myself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;just wanna be one with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna be one with you&lt;br /&gt;The more I think, the less I do&lt;br /&gt;when I'm able to talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm queen of my world&lt;br /&gt;I let it rain on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be one with you&lt;br /&gt;wanna be one with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel closer to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I'm touching all the highest leaves&lt;br /&gt;on top of the trees&lt;br /&gt;It's my desire's release&lt;br /&gt;so we let it rain on our skin&lt;br /&gt;you're holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding your life&lt;br /&gt;'n I feel like I'm one with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm one with you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I have to give you something&lt;br /&gt;and more than words is that something&lt;br /&gt;so I show you my dreams&lt;br /&gt;to make' em our dreams&lt;br /&gt;won't you just be&lt;br /&gt;I'm what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to rock your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together with the sun&lt;br /&gt;we shine all the way&lt;br /&gt;together with the rain&lt;br /&gt;we fall through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Together with the sun&lt;br /&gt;we shine all the way&lt;br /&gt;together with the rain&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the rain and the sun we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and together with the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the sun&lt;br /&gt;only with the rain&lt;br /&gt;the rain and the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;with the sun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-90942027168001145?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/90942027168001145/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-your-soul-elisa.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/90942027168001145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/90942027168001145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-your-soul-elisa.html' title='Rock your Soul - Elisa'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1500358442389768805</id><published>2008-11-25T11:08:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:01:02.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>Ed io l'ho trovato ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSvPPsatYLI/AAAAAAAABck/v98VtHaf9-c/s200/DSC_0395.JPG" title="Grazie Amore Mio, Ti amo!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272535657295470770" border="0" /&gt;"L'amore è sempre nuovo. Non importa che amiamo una, due, dieci volte nella vita: ci troviamo sempre davanti a una situazione che non conosciamo. L'amore può condurci all'inferno o in paradiso, comunque ci porta sempre in qualche luogo.&lt;br /&gt;E' necessario accettarlo, perché esso è ciò che alimenta la nostra esistenza. Se non lo accettiamo, moriremo di fame pur vedendo i rami dell'albero della vita carichi di frutti: non avremo il coraggio di tendere la mano e di coglierli. E' necessario ricercare l'amore là dove si trova, anche se ciò potrebbe significare ore, giorni, settimane di delusione e di tristezza. Perché, nel momento in cui partiamo in cerca dell'amore, anche l'amore muove per venirci incontro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ci salva&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulho Coelho, Sulla Sponda del Fiume Piedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1500358442389768805?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1500358442389768805/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/ed-io-lho-trovato.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1500358442389768805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1500358442389768805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/ed-io-lho-trovato.html' title='Ed io l&apos;ho trovato ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSvPPsatYLI/AAAAAAAABck/v98VtHaf9-c/s72-c/DSC_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-238909472241740181</id><published>2008-11-25T00:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:08:43.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity .... just what we are ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFz2Rnkxm9Q&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&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/OFz2Rnkxm9Q&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;If I could fly I'd come to see you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I would lie down beside you while you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and with simplicity ... I'd spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;just a little time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With simplicity, I'd listen to your breath&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;I would be so near, we could push away the fear&lt;br /&gt;I'd come to see all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;I'd come to see all of your smiles&lt;br /&gt;with butterfly eyes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would know who I am&lt;br /&gt;and I would know who you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Thanks for each moment you give me ... just a few wonderful days with you ... eternity to me. I love you, Aerandir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="testo"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-238909472241740181?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/238909472241740181/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/simplicity-just-what-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/238909472241740181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/238909472241740181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/simplicity-just-what-we-are.html' title='Simplicity .... just what we are ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-5822068527139279534</id><published>2008-11-21T17:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:44:57.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novembre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>Carica 1000!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oggi è così: carica 1000!&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono svegliata con il buon umore nel sangue. Grazie Aerandir!&lt;br /&gt;Il primo pensiero sei stato TU... come ogni mattina, ma oggi in particolar modo!&lt;br /&gt;In macchina ho scelto di ascoltare i Cranberries e quando è partita "Free To Decide" ho ricordato un vecchio post su questo blog, dal titolo &lt;a href="http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-i.html"&gt;"Could i ever ... ?"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cavolo, non ci posso credere! 28 Novembre 2007, un anno meno una settimana e lo sono: FREE TO DECIDE. Ci sono riuscita!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bellissima giornata... Il sole mi riempe di gioia, affronto le mie solite ore di lavoro, pranzo al mare! Aerandir è lì, anche lui pieno di vita ... rivederlo in acqua è un'emozione: riafforano tantissimi ricordi di un'estate che sembra stranamente lontana. Ore 13.15, metà giornata ed è un crescendo! Il mare, in questo periodo, è mistico, Catania dà spettacolo, ecco come appare oggi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSbjH5cuEPI/AAAAAAAABcc/rlXgGjpPDno/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSbjH5cuEPI/AAAAAAAABcc/rlXgGjpPDno/s200/DSC_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271150138703614194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CHE GIOIA! Squilla il telefono, squilla la sua voce! Non vedo l'ora di riabbracciarlo ... ed ancora abbiamo una serata intera per noi! Ma se il buon giorno si vede dal mattino ... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-5822068527139279534?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5822068527139279534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/carica-1000.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5822068527139279534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/5822068527139279534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/carica-1000.html' title='Carica 1000!'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSbjH5cuEPI/AAAAAAAABcc/rlXgGjpPDno/s72-c/DSC_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7320840711713782011</id><published>2008-11-21T11:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:28:42.818+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>Dream&amp;Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avvolta nei miei silenzi, un turbine di pensieri mi assale e non riesco a liberarmene. Devo scrivere.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio sogno quotidiano: così bello da sembrare irreale, così reale da averne paura, che possa sparire e dileguarsi nel nulla lasciando un immenso vuoto incolmabile dentro me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSaMOWFWopI/AAAAAAAABaw/DOhzFzEEDXA/s1600-h/SchaeberleWilhelm-DreamOrReality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSaMOWFWopI/AAAAAAAABaw/DOhzFzEEDXA/s200/SchaeberleWilhelm-DreamOrReality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271054591957836434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dell'anima, è umana e terrena inquietudine, senza la quale non potremmo capire ciò che è vero e ciò che non lo è. E dal settimo cielo, scendo giù giù ... e poi di nuovo su, quando la sua voce rassicurante viene a placare i miei spiriti e tocca il mio cuore. Lo tocca così tanto da buttar giù ogni barriera, è tra le sue mani ed io non posso fare altro che continuare a respirare, respirare tra le sue mani ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E nel piccolo nodo alla gola che sento quando penso di poter perdere tutto, che mi rendo conto che la mia felicità esiste, che è lì davanti a me e non desidero nient'altro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicata a te e solo a te ... Ti amo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7320840711713782011?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7320840711713782011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7320840711713782011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7320840711713782011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream.html' title='Dream&amp;Reality'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/SSaMOWFWopI/AAAAAAAABaw/DOhzFzEEDXA/s72-c/SchaeberleWilhelm-DreamOrReality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-4075981131058254873</id><published>2008-11-12T14:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:58:37.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>Felic-Etha</title><content type='html'>Apro gli occhi, qualcosa mi tira giù dal letto, un siero magico entra nelle mie vene ed  improvvisamente il torpore del risveglio scompare. Una doccia, vestiti sparsi per la stanza, il bisogno di rassettare il mio mondo. Inizio la mia giornata con una carica bestiale. Sono felice!&lt;br /&gt;Sono andata a letto alle 3 del mattino, mi sento una leonessa. Ho capito ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la fonte di energia sta in quel sorriso!&lt;/span&gt; E' una forza che non so controllare.&lt;br /&gt;Esco di casa, mi metto in macchina, alzo gli occhi al cielo ed è azzurro ... il sole comincia a scaldare l'aria frizzante di un mattino di metà Novembre. Parto da casa, con  la voglia di vivere questa giornata e di trasmettere questa energia a chi mi circonda.&lt;br /&gt;La musica fa sempre da protagonista, riempe l'abitacolo della macchina ed io ... infischiandomene della gente che guarda, inizio a farmi prendere dalle note e cantare, con l'espressione, in viso, di una bambina di 5 anni che va all'asilo a giocare con i suoi amichetti... Eppure come ogni giorno, sarò chiusa nel mio ufficio, davanti al mio monitor, a pensare, scrivere, ragionare. Ma oggi è così ... sorrido, non vedo l'ora di sentire la sua voce!&lt;br /&gt;Dio, come sto bene! Grazie Aerandir ... (k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetha :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-4075981131058254873?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4075981131058254873/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/taaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4075981131058254873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/4075981131058254873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/taaaaaaaa.html' title='Felic-Etha'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-969110299347812128</id><published>2008-11-05T10:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:56:03.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quello che sento ...</title><content type='html'>è mescolarsi l'anima con l'altra persona&lt;br /&gt;è sentire il bisogno di far comune ogni pensiero&lt;br /&gt;è necessità di esprimersi, di aprirsi&lt;br /&gt;è voler conoscere il suo spirito&lt;br /&gt;è scrutare negli occhi ogni sentimento&lt;br /&gt;è unirsi nelle gioie, ma soprattutto nei dolori&lt;br /&gt;è sentirsi realizzati nella sua felicità&lt;br /&gt;è altruismo da egoisti&lt;br /&gt;è il silenzio prezioso&lt;br /&gt;è il rumore inarrestabile&lt;br /&gt;è la voglia di vivere&lt;br /&gt;è l'essere una donna bambina&lt;br /&gt;è il desiderio continuo&lt;br /&gt;è la dolcezza infinita&lt;br /&gt;è la discrezione, nel dono totale&lt;br /&gt;è sentirsi uno essendo due&lt;br /&gt;è sentirsi due essendo uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e' voler conoscere tutto, pur restando sull'uscio del suo cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need you so much ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-969110299347812128?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/969110299347812128/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/quello-che-sento.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/969110299347812128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/969110299347812128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/quello-che-sento.html' title='Quello che sento ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1404329194310179876</id><published>2008-10-24T15:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:36:12.564+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Brividi ...</title><content type='html'>Proprio stamattina ho letto che il 29 ottobre 2008 partirà il nuovo tour di Elisa: Canada e USA. Sarebbe un sogno poter essere lì ad ascoltarla ... altra realtà, altro mondo da esplorare, altri profumi, altre emozioni. Ho i brividi solo a pensarci!&lt;br /&gt;Elisa ... In un look completamente rinnovato, più dark, più grintoso con l'introduzione di musica elettronica, sono sicura che saprà stupire il suo pubblico ed incantarlo con maestria.&lt;br /&gt;Tre cover: 'Tears For Fears' ("Mad World"), Janis Joplin ("Mercedes Benz") and Kate Bush ("Wuthering Heights") ... spettacolo! E se ho i brividi a sognare di essere lì ... cosa potrebbe succedere ad esserci veramente???&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace sognarlo, mi piace emozionarmi, mi piace pensare che la musica riesce ad emozionarmi e cambiare il mio umore, mi piace trasmettere il mio entusiasmo alle persone che amo e riuscire, anche solo un pizzico, a trasmettere loro l'energia che le note mi danno quando giungono a me... trasformare quest'energia in amore e l'amore in energia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1404329194310179876?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1404329194310179876/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/brividi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1404329194310179876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1404329194310179876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/brividi.html' title='Brividi ...'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-1855836970547315501</id><published>2008-10-10T22:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:58:17.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>10 ottobre 2008 &lt;br /&gt;Sono seduta davanti ad un pc, una persona speciale accanto a me, in silenzio, con la sua sigaretta, fa scorrere immagini di noi due sul suo monitor. Una dolcissima musica, scelta come colonna sonora, scorre per l`ennesima volta, fino ad entrarmi dentro, le parole sono mie, le note vibrano nell`aria. Atmosfera tranquilla, non c`e` nulla che non va.&lt;br /&gt;Ho tutto cio` che voglio, qui, a pochi centimetri da me. Vorrei poter far scomparire il mondo, tutto attorno sembra superfluo.&lt;br /&gt;Chi lo avrebbe mai detto ... Pochi minuti al mio 25-esimo compleanno e nessuna voglia di festeggiare, se non la mia sensazione di aver scoperto qualcosa di me che pensavo aver perduto... il credere in qualcosa e porlo come unico obiettivo per la mia felicita`. C`e` una luce che mi guida ... non posso perderla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Day before tomorrow comes again. It runs throught me and makes me sad. It comes back to me and makes me happy. And he`s all that I want for life. And I feel ready to start a brand new day. Never let me go, Aerandir ... something special should happen if we`ll stay together. Tomorrow you`ll be with me ... Thanks for being a part of me!&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKVWpUkADsg&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKVWpUkADsg&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-1855836970547315501?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1855836970547315501/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-before-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1855836970547315501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/1855836970547315501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-before-tomorrow.html' title='The Day Before Tomorrow'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-7933386869598794788</id><published>2008-10-09T10:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:03:10.772+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eruanna'/><title type='text'>I'll be there for you - The Rembrandts</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQJsPGD1t0g&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQJsPGD1t0g&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way&lt;br /&gt;your jobs are joke, you're broke&lt;br /&gt;your love lives are gone aways&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're always stuck in second gear; when&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;when the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;you know I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're there for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still in bed at 10, and work began at 8&lt;br /&gt;You've burnt your breakfast so far, things aren't going great&lt;br /&gt;your mother warned you there'll be days like this, but she&lt;br /&gt;didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;when the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;you know I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're there for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're always stuck in second gear; when&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;when the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;you know I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're there for me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-7933386869598794788?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7933386869598794788/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-there-for-you-rembrandts.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7933386869598794788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/7933386869598794788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-there-for-you-rembrandts.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you - The Rembrandts'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893798237773263421.post-774645600278902793</id><published>2008-09-24T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:18:02.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning ... 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LovrWgDxXXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LovrWgDxXXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crazy For You - Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself today singing out loud your name,&lt;br /&gt;you said I’m crazy,&lt;br /&gt;if I am I’m crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here turns me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but it’s you who makes me lose my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I’m meant to be acting sensible you drift into my head&lt;br /&gt;and turn me into a crumbling fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to run and I’ll race,&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to stop I’ll freeze,&lt;br /&gt;and if you are me gonna leave, just hold me closer baby,&lt;br /&gt;and make me crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately with this state I’m in I can’t help myself but spin.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you’d come over, send me spinning closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on trying, fighting these feelings away,&lt;br /&gt;but the more I do, the crazier I turn into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, how my blood boils, it’s sweet taste for you,&lt;br /&gt;strips me down bare and gets me into my favourite mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing floors and opening doors,&lt;br /&gt;hoping you’ll walk through&lt;br /&gt;and save me boy, because I’m too crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Music speaks for me ... Plin Plin Plin --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893798237773263421-774645600278902793?l=blogetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/feeds/774645600278902793/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-for-you-adele.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/774645600278902793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893798237773263421/posts/default/774645600278902793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogetha.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-for-you-adele.html' title='Good Morning ... 3'/><author><name>Etha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJ4LupKLjXI/S5TtcndgmzI/AAAAAAAADjE/H_4adRFitI0/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
