<?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-1260903536932122155</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:01:02.628+01:00</updated><category term='Parole in libertà'/><category term='Pensieri e parole'/><category term='Perle di saggezza....con ironia'/><title type='text'>vetro_sul_cuore</title><subtitle type='html'>...è come camminare sul ghiaccio con i tacchi a spillo....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-6656974219491130452</id><published>2008-03-20T16:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:51:04.017+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>UN'AMORE DA FAVOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Qualche anno fa Giorgia scrisse una canzone intitolata "Mangio troppa cioccolata", nella quale esprimeva la voglia di vivere un'amore da favola. Ho sempre creduto nelle favole e nella magia, quando ero piccola avevo anche chiesto a mia madre di regalarmi una bacchetta magica. Ora ho capito che non serve la bacchetta per far avverare i sogni,basta solo aspettare, e al momento giusto arriva la soluzione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Ed è questo che è successo più di un mese fa...è arrivato il mio amore da favola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"  &gt;Sei arrivata tu, con il tuo sorriso meraviglioso, la tua risata,i tuoi modi gentili e premurosi...un pomeriggio mi hai rapita,mi hai portata al mare e lì ho capito che eravamo destinate a grandi cose...insieme! Mentre mi raccontavi della tua vita,pensavo a quanto sarebbe stato bello tenerti per mano, accarezzarti i capelli,sfiorare le tue labbra con le dita e poi baciarti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"  &gt;ripenso alla prima volta che mi hai detto "mi sto innamorando di te", ho provato un misto di gioia e terrore; la prima volta che mi hai detto "Ti amo", ho provato solo una gioia infinita, il mio cuore ha smesso di battere per alcuni secondi, avevo le vertigini e non capivo se stavo vivendo un sogno o era la realtà. Ho sempre pensato che la parola "ti amo" viene usata troppo spesso in modo inappropriato, e questo mi ha portato ad idealizzarla,mi sono ripromessa che l'avrei detta solo una volta in vita mia,alla persona che avrebbe invecchiato al mio fianco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"  &gt;Perciò Amore mio preparati perchè non ci sarà la crisi del sesto mese, ma siamo destinate a stare insieme, tu,io,ninni e la moto :-))) &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/1260903536932122155-6656974219491130452?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/6656974219491130452/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=6656974219491130452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6656974219491130452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6656974219491130452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2008/03/unamore-da-favola.html' title='UN&apos;AMORE DA FAVOLA'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-7887587206937742236</id><published>2007-11-29T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:41:34.594+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>Addio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All'incrocio ci separiamo tu te ne vai con le tue gioie e i tuoi problemi, io con i miei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sola, guardo avanti: ognuno deve percorrere la propria strada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ogni volta che prendiamo da qualcuno, dovremmo cercare di restituire qualcosa. E' fondamentale. Nessuno dovrebbe appoggiarsi completamente agli altri, o aspettare che qualcuno lo porti in spalla per un tratto di strada. Gli amici sono fatti per camminarci a fianco, non per dipendere l'uno dall' altro. Se possiamo aiutare qualcuno, dovremmo farlo senza esitare nè aspettarci alcuna ricompensa. La conoscenza non si &lt;&lt;possiede&gt;&gt;: si può solo condividere in piena libertà. La separazione è un ingrediente fondamentale di tutti gli incontri. Nulla dura per sempre, ognuno è responsabile di se stesso, e non esiste strada da percorrere se non quella individuale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-7887587206937742236?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/7887587206937742236/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=7887587206937742236&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/7887587206937742236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/7887587206937742236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/11/addio.html' title='Addio'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-1193453998008518759</id><published>2007-07-12T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:33:45.551+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>I sogni son desideri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mi capita spesso di soffrire di insonnia, passo le notti davanto alla tv con la speranza di riuscire a prendere sonno e quando finalmente mi cala la palpebra, vengo assalita dai pensieri più strani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Il mio cuore inizia a battere velocemente,lo sento pulsare nella mia testa, batte talmente forte che  rimbomba sul materasso. Sembra uno di quei tamburi suonati dagli indigeni africani, una sorta di melodia che avvisa dell'arrivo di un pericolo imminente. Mi vengono in mente cose successe nel passato, avventure vissute quando ero bambina, figuracce fatte a scuola, episodi della mia vita che avevo dimenticato, cose davvero assurde. La mente umana è davvero imprevedibile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Il mio incubo più frequente è quello di preparare i bagagli per partire, non faccio altro che mettere le mie cose dentro la valigia, ma non finisco mai, e quando finalmente riesco a partire perdo tutto ed entro nel panico. Oppure sogno di avere dei capelli lunghissimi, biondi, come quella principessa delle fiabe che era rinchiusa in una torre ed usava la sua folta chioma come una corda per essere soccorsa dal suo principe azzurro. Ma io non sogno affatto il principe azzurro, al limite una dolce principessa...ma come potrebbe salvarmi dalla torre se porto i capelli rasati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sogno di volare, ma senza ali...sogno di nuotare e non affogo mai, riesco a respiare sott'acqua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sogno di inseguire i serial killer, ma quando sono sul punto di sparare, la pistola si inceppa, svanisce dalle mie mani, e fuggo via...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;in questi giorni non riesco a dormire perchè penso troppo al lavoro. Sembra strano, ma non mi va proprio di passare tre mesi in barca, sono proiettata verso quello che succederà ad ottobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mi chiedo se riuscirò davvero a realizzare il sogno di trasferirmi a Roma, iniziare una nuova vita e dedicarmi ad un lavoro che veramente mi piace e mi fa sentire realizzata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chissà perchè non riesco mai a godermi il presente, devo sempre pensare al futuro perchè la cosa mi da speranza e la speranza mi da gioia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Penso anche a te mio dolce raviolino, ma per di più sono pensieri sconci :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-1193453998008518759?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/1193453998008518759/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=1193453998008518759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/1193453998008518759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/1193453998008518759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-sogni-son-desideri.html' title='I sogni son desideri...'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-4836676570153245036</id><published>2007-07-10T07:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:34:08.329+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parole in libertà'/><title type='text'>Voglio solo te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;L’Amore arriva e se ne va, è come un’onda su di me&lt;br /&gt;È un mare grande che non so attraversare senza te&lt;br /&gt;L’Amore arriva e resterà come un’impronta su di me&lt;br /&gt;Anche se tu non ci sarai io appartengo solo a te&lt;br /&gt;Amarsi non è facile, di ferite si ne avrai&lt;br /&gt;E ancora ti innamorerai, il cuore non lo fermi mai&lt;br /&gt;E per questo sono qui, non parlare guardami&lt;br /&gt;Non ho più paura di lasciarmi amare se lo vuoi&lt;br /&gt;E non mi nascondo più&lt;br /&gt;Nei miei occhi ci sei tu&lt;br /&gt;Tra le ciglia i brividi&lt;br /&gt;Perché in questa vita voglio solo te&lt;br /&gt;L’Amore ti trasformerà ti fa capire cosa vuoi&lt;br /&gt;E solo adesso io lo so che voglio stare insieme a te&lt;br /&gt;Amarsi non è facile di ferite si ne avrai e ancora ti innamorerai&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore non lo fermi mai&lt;br /&gt;E per questo sono qui, non parlare guardami&lt;br /&gt;Non ho più paura di lasciarmi amare se lo vuoi&lt;br /&gt;E non mi nascondo più&lt;br /&gt;Nei miei occhi ci sei tu&lt;br /&gt;Tra le ciglia i brividi&lt;br /&gt;Perché in questa ed in ogni vita che vivrò&lt;br /&gt;Io voglio solo te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-4836676570153245036?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/4836676570153245036/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=4836676570153245036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/4836676570153245036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/4836676570153245036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/07/voglio-solo-te.html' title='Voglio solo te'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-6368949110904907301</id><published>2007-06-27T10:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:45:39.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parole in libertà'/><title type='text'>Canto popolare..."Non poto reposare"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non potho reposare amore e coro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pensende a tie soe donzi momentu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;No istes in tristura prenda e oroné in dispiacere o pessamentu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;T'assicuro ch'a tie solu bramo,ca t'amo forte t'amo, t'amo, t'amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amore meu prenda de istimares'affettu meu a tie solu est dau;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;s'are iuttu sas alas a bolare,milli bortas a s'ora ippo bolau;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pro benner nessi pro ti saludare,s'attera cosa non a t'abbissare.&lt;br /&gt;Si m'esseret possibile d'anghelud'ispiritu invisibile piccabo sas formas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;che furabo dae chelu su sole e sos isteddos e formabo unu mundu bellissimu pro tene,pro poder dispensare cada bene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Questa è la traduzione del testo in Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non posso riposare, amore e cuore,sto pensando a te ogni momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Non essere triste gioiello d'oro,né in dispiacere o in pensiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Ti assicuro che bramo solo te,che t'amo forte t'amo, t'amo, t'amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amore mio, gioiello da stimare,il mio affetto a te solo e' dato;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;se avessi avuto le ali per volare,mille volte all'ora avrei volato;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;per venire almeno a salutarti,o solamente per vederti.&lt;br /&gt;Se mi fosse possibile d'angelo di spirito invisibile prenderei le forme; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ruberei dal cieloil sole e le stelle e formerei un mondo bellissimo per te,per poter dispensare ogni bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-6368949110904907301?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/6368949110904907301/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=6368949110904907301&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6368949110904907301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6368949110904907301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/06/canto-popolarenon-poto-reposare.html' title='Canto popolare...&quot;Non poto reposare&quot;'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-8943672992543840700</id><published>2007-06-19T14:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:54:24.282+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parole in libertà'/><title type='text'>Nel vostro dialetto come si dice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnfHPFSRCNI/AAAAAAAAABc/eMw7FUfbyWo/s1600-h/spiaggia+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077746166814279890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnfHPFSRCNI/AAAAAAAAABc/eMw7FUfbyWo/s320/spiaggia+rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ho deciso di creare questo post per mettere a confronto alcuni modi di dire Maddalenini con quelli di altri dialetti italiani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maddalenino - Italiano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Troscio; - &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bagnato, zuppo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barabattola;- Farfalla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ziteddu;- Bambino, ragazzino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fauladdgiu;- Uno che racconta bugie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caracoli;- lumache di mare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runzeddgiuli;- Bocconi di mare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiddòla;- Figlia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Di quà resti?"; - "Di chi sei figlia?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muddèri; - Moglie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaccaddu;- Sporcizia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puzzinosu; - Puzzolente&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aggrunchiulitu; - Accartocciatto, stropicciato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scuzzuliddghia; - Smuovi, sgrulla. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fraccare;- Picchiare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantone;- Sasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marroccola;- Trottola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zinniculà;- Cormorano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-8943672992543840700?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/8943672992543840700/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=8943672992543840700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/8943672992543840700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/8943672992543840700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/06/nel-vostro-dialetto-come-si-dice.html' title='Nel vostro dialetto come si dice?'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnfHPFSRCNI/AAAAAAAAABc/eMw7FUfbyWo/s72-c/spiaggia+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-2930406522469394267</id><published>2007-06-19T13:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:53:48.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>Preghiera del marinaio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnfDZVSRCMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_AeWCQkotDU/s1600-h/la+maddalena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077741944861427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnfDZVSRCMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_AeWCQkotDU/s320/la+maddalena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Te, o grande eterno Iddio,&lt;br /&gt;Signore del cielo e dell'abisso,&lt;br /&gt;cui obbediscono i venti e le onde,&lt;br /&gt;noi uomini di mare e di guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Ufficiali e Marinai d'Italia,&lt;br /&gt;da questa sacra nave armata della Patria&lt;br /&gt;leviamo i cuori !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salva ed esalta nella Tua fede,&lt;br /&gt;o gran Dio, la nostra Nazione,&lt;br /&gt;da' giusta gloria e potenza alla nostra Bandiera,&lt;br /&gt;comanda che la tempesta e i flutti servano a Lei,&lt;br /&gt;poni sul nemico il terrore di Lei,&lt;br /&gt;fa che per sempre la cingano in difesa petti di ferro&lt;br /&gt;piu' forti del ferro che cinge questa nave,&lt;br /&gt;a Lei per sempre dona vittoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedici, o Signore,&lt;br /&gt;le nostre case lontane, le care genti;&lt;br /&gt;benedici nella cadente notte il riposo del popolo,&lt;br /&gt;benedici noi, che per esso,&lt;br /&gt;vegliamo in armi sul mare.&lt;br /&gt;BENEDICI !&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/1260903536932122155-2930406522469394267?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/2930406522469394267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=2930406522469394267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/2930406522469394267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/2930406522469394267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/06/preghiera-del-marinaio.html' title='Preghiera del marinaio'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnfDZVSRCMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_AeWCQkotDU/s72-c/la+maddalena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-6042384812921538948</id><published>2007-06-18T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:53:59.816+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parole in libertà'/><title type='text'>La Paladina del pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnZ3qFSRCKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/upRV1BR7N7s/s1600-h/PICT0139_ridimensionare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077377194763815074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnZ3qFSRCKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/upRV1BR7N7s/s400/PICT0139_ridimensionare.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con lo slogan " W la Madonna di Pompei che ci ha fatto tutti Gay", magliettina dell'Hippie Hour e bandiera dei 4 mori (per gentile concessione di Katia), ho sfilato per le strade della capitale in occasione del Gay Pride. Non avevo mai visto tanti gay, lesbiche, trans, tutti in una volta, è stato incredibile...per non parlare del momento in cui il mio sguardo si è posato su una bandiera alquanto particolare: 4 mori bendati che si baciano!!! Non ci potevo credere....erano i rappresentanti del MOS, il movimento omosessuale sardo, una piccola comitiva di ragazzi e ragazze che, come me, si sono allontanati dall' isola omofoba per manifestare il proprio orgoglio gay. Ma come mai non si organizza un gay pride anche in Sardegna? Perchè dobbiamo sempre manifestare nelle grandi città come Roma o Milano? Perchè ci nascondiamo? Di che abbiamo paura?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-6042384812921538948?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/6042384812921538948/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=6042384812921538948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6042384812921538948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6042384812921538948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-paladina-del-pride.html' title='La Paladina del pride'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RnZ3qFSRCKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/upRV1BR7N7s/s72-c/PICT0139_ridimensionare.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-8935503505755086622</id><published>2007-06-10T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:16:11.174+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanti auguri a meeeee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvPQVSRCII/AAAAAAAAAAs/-JEHrAkA38E/s1600-h/HPIM1520_ridimensionare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074377284661610626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvPQVSRCII/AAAAAAAAAAs/-JEHrAkA38E/s400/HPIM1520_ridimensionare.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvO21SRCHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v_0yc4dxANM/s1600-h/HPIM1507_ridimensionare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074376846574946418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvO21SRCHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v_0yc4dxANM/s400/HPIM1507_ridimensionare.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvOqVSRCGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vpAHhfGkiX4/s1600-h/HPIM1496_ridimensionare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074376631826581602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvOqVSRCGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vpAHhfGkiX4/s400/HPIM1496_ridimensionare.JPG" 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/1260903536932122155-8935503505755086622?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/8935503505755086622/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=8935503505755086622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/8935503505755086622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/8935503505755086622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/06/tanti-auguri-meeeee.html' title='Tanti auguri a meeeee....'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWtu4q0nszU/RmvPQVSRCII/AAAAAAAAAAs/-JEHrAkA38E/s72-c/HPIM1520_ridimensionare.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-4897257966655290712</id><published>2007-05-23T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:06:08.788+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>La mia vita è un film</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La mia vita è un film. Solo che non ci sono le dissolvenze e sono costretta a vivere ogni singola scena. La mia vita ha bisogno di essere rimontata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-4897257966655290712?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/4897257966655290712/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=4897257966655290712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/4897257966655290712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/4897257966655290712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-mia-vita-un-film.html' title='La mia vita è un film'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-8039641009616295718</id><published>2007-05-22T18:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:46:15.255+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parole in libertà'/><title type='text'>Che canzone sei?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"  &gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#6600cc;" &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff6666;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Vieni con me, ti porterò, dentro i deserti che ho scoperto con te....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Vieni con me, ti condurrò per quegli abissi dove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;mi perderei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Ed io sarò la tua regina, sarò l'estate e la nebbia di mattina,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; sarò il tuo miele, sarò le tue vele, e per questo ti chiedo.....Amami....&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-8039641009616295718?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/8039641009616295718/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=8039641009616295718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/8039641009616295718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/8039641009616295718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/05/che-canzone-sei.html' title='Che canzone sei?'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-6955831238298740497</id><published>2007-05-22T10:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:47:44.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perle di saggezza....con ironia'/><title type='text'>Uomini e Donne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Un uomo sulla Luna non sarà mai interessante quanto una donna sotto il sole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Leopold Fetchner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-6955831238298740497?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/6955831238298740497/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=6955831238298740497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6955831238298740497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/6955831238298740497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/05/uomini-e-donne.html' title='Uomini e Donne'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-2198753527587553942</id><published>2007-05-21T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:26:22.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parole in libertà'/><title type='text'>Quattro chiacchiere in libertà (vigilata)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Avevo intenzione di creare un piccolo spazio per i visitatori (i pochi che sono a conoscenza del mio blog...) dove poter raccogliere pensieri e commenti (le critiche non sono ben accette altrimenti ve spiezzo le gambine :-) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Comunque se avete qualcosa da dire approfittate di questo post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-2198753527587553942?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/2198753527587553942/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=2198753527587553942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/2198753527587553942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/2198753527587553942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/05/quattro-chiacchiere-in-libert-vigilata.html' title='Quattro chiacchiere in libertà (vigilata)'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-88585828745284474</id><published>2007-05-21T18:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:46:53.940+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>I miei sogni nel cassetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Da piccola ho sempre sognato di fare la veterinaria, portavo a casa ogni tipo di animale: ragni, larve, lumache, cani, gatti, e perfino gabbiani. Avevo la convinzione di poterli salvare, da che cosa poi non si sa....ma per me la cosa importante era portarli a casa, al sicuro (immaginate la faccia di mamma quando mi vedeva tornare a casa con tutte quelle bestiole....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Purtroppo non sono riuscita a realizzare questo sogno, ma ho conservato quella grande passione per gli animali ed è ormai da parecchio tempo che desidero creare una casa delle farfalle. Ho studiato il ciclo di questi piccoli insetti per circa tre anni, non potete immaginare quanto sia emozionante seguire ogni fase del loro ciclo biologico, dall'uovo all'adulto. Quando nascono sono grandi pochi mm, poi raggiungono dimensioni anche di 10 cm ed infine si impupano, dando vita al meraviglioso processo della metamorfosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Lo sfarfallamento dura pochi istanti, ma l'emozione è davvero unica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Chissà se riuscirò mai a realizzare questo sogno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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cassetto'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-2085593341732879656</id><published>2007-05-21T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:48:08.734+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri e parole'/><title type='text'>Dedicato a te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Non scorderò mai la prima volta che i nostri sguardi si sono incrociati....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;il primo bacio....la prima notte che mi sono addormentata stringendoti al mio petto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;il tuo sorriso....le tue mani nelle mie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Ora vorrei solo perdermi nel tuo abbraccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-2085593341732879656?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/2085593341732879656/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=2085593341732879656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/2085593341732879656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/2085593341732879656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/2007/05/dedicato-te.html' title='Dedicato a te...'/><author><name>vetro_sul_cuore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707046640510886180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/507855514_15a8a88d32_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260903536932122155.post-5078352966453596426</id><published>2007-05-21T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:57:01.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Paladina che veste alla marinara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salve mi presento...sono la "paladina che veste alla marinara"....ma attenti, non confondetemi con Sailor Moon :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faccio la hostess di bordo per passione e, a dirla tutta, per guadagnare tanti bei soldini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Si tratta di un lavoro molto interessante, ti permette di viaggiare, di conoscere gente nuova, di vivere il mare, ed è questo che mi piace di più...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260903536932122155-5078352966453596426?l=vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vetrosulcuore.blogspot.com/feeds/5078352966453596426/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1260903536932122155&amp;postID=5078352966453596426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260903536932122155/posts/default/5078352966453596426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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