<?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-1922547397670758439</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:05:12.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slainte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1039924410647393882</id><published>2010-07-12T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:43:04.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-1</title><content type='html'>1 esame alla fine ..esame di tesi...dio che goduria..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-1039924410647393882?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/1039924410647393882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=1039924410647393882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1039924410647393882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1039924410647393882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title='-1'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-3031767605456589333</id><published>2010-03-22T21:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:16:16.584Z</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>Live with another person it's a cool thing..&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at home and don't have to hide ur feelings is something that makes you feel really better and free..free to be sad, tired, angry and, overall, happy without having to explain any reason..&lt;br /&gt;COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at home and find someone that you really want to see and speak with..it's great! Even more if he is waiting for you to decide the dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed and don't have to do anything but feel the other person is the heaven...&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything...&lt;br /&gt;1000000 dishes to wash, 500000 dresses to put in the washing machine...Better to do them than live like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-3031767605456589333?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/3031767605456589333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=3031767605456589333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3031767605456589333'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-4007012898768178748</id><published>2010-02-01T00:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:46:31.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Biffy Clyro - 29-oct-2009 Olympia theatre, Dublin</title><content type='html'>Sto andando in università quando vedo i cartelloni pubblicitari dei concerti e subito visualizzo Biffy Clyro, Fightstar e Funeral For a Friend. Tornata a casa comincia la ricerca esasperata di informazioni e ulteriori concerti a Dublino e limitrofi, ovviamente l'occhio cade ancora su enter shikari e dopo qualche settimana è tempo di andare a informarsi sui biglietti.&lt;br /&gt;Un venerdì mattina alle 10.30 ci presentiamo all'Academy io la Vale e Felix, neanche a dirlo è chiuso, niente biglietti, così Felix sulla strada di ritorno in università si ferma in st. stephen shopping center a chiedere informazioni: Enter Shikari finiti a Dublino, non a Belfast, Biffy e Fightstar ancora disponibili, andiamo o non andiamo??&lt;br /&gt;Inizia preparazione concerto: giorni intensivi di ascolto cd, ma ancora indecisione.&lt;br /&gt;Giovedì mattina approccio “that golden rule” è amore a primo ascolto così deciso si va, e la sorte deciderà se farci entrare o meno all'Olympia. Torniamo a casa dall'università, mangiamo un boccone e si esce alla volta di Dame street, che, come ben si sa, è a 20-30 min da casa mia, un po' come tutto. Felix pacca, va bhè andiamo.&lt;br /&gt;Arriviamo in netto anticipo, per essere sicure di riuscire ad accaparrarci un biglietto, costo: 28 euro.(sti cazzi, a Milano costa 15 ma va bene...)&lt;br /&gt;Entriamo...&lt;br /&gt;L'Olympia theatre come ben dice la parola è un teatro, quello con le seggioline numerate e le balconate con i palchetti, siccome nn avevamo preso i biglietti in anticipo siamo costrette all'ultima balconata in alto, ma esattamente sopra il palco. La Vale è dubbiosa sulla riuscita acustica di un concerto in un teatro, io comincio a credere che sarà un live acustico e che come gruppo spalla ci sia un'orchestra, meno male ero solo malfidente. Scegliamo i posti e penso che per la prima volta nella mia vita vedrò chi suona a un concerto: dall'alto.&lt;br /&gt;7.30 puntuali si cominciano a spegnere le luci, un po' come al cinema, e entra il primo gruppo: 3 ragazzi barbuti e capeloni..subito viene in mente che sarà un concerto di barbuti (così è stato). Propongono una specie di screamo, niente di interessante, ma sono in 3 e continuano a saltare da una parte all'altra del palco e ciò sembra piacere al pubblico che li segue.&lt;br /&gt;Cambio palco. Secondo gruppo: Manchester Orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;I tipi che si occupano del service sono tantissimi, continuano a spostare strumenti da una parte all'altra, il palco è completamente gremito. Si intravedono due batterie: ok questo nuovo gruppo spalla è composto da sboroni. &lt;br /&gt;E così fu: Cantante-chitarrista ovviamente barbuto, chitarrista, bassista, batterista, secondo batterista tuttofare: suono non malvagissimo ma attitudine da rock star che sta in culo dopo la seconda nota e si amplifica dopo le innumerevoli richieste di check del sound..e ultima caduta di stile: si intravede Ben johnston su uno dei palchi mentre questi suonano, il pubblico è in delirio, loro smettono di suonare salutano l'ospite e poi dicono con fare arrogante: "ora suoniamo noi, cagate noi".&lt;br /&gt;Si accendono le luci il palco si ripopola di gente che lavora, smonta, rimonta, sposta, pulisce etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;Si spengono le luci, cala il tendone e lo spettacolo ha inizio..&lt;br /&gt;Un tripudio di luci accompagna la forza di "That Golden Rule", inizia il concerto! Ripercorrono il loro repertorio quasi in toto alternando vecchi e nuovi pezzi, rock e melodici con grande grazia in modo che nessuno potesse annoiarsi, ma sono ancora vestiti e io e la Vale ne siamo un attimino dispiaciute. Il loro comportamento è impeccabile, i suoni spettacolari, il giochino delle luci zarro da paura e Simon solo sul palco con chitarra acustica e luce puntata a suonare "Machines" vale tutti i 28 euro, insomma non possiamo dirne nulla di male.&lt;br /&gt;Fine concerto solito copione con bis e ritorno sul palco per gli ultimi tre pezzi concludendo con "Mountains" il tutto mezzi biotti.&lt;br /&gt;Voto 9, solo perchè il 10 non lo si da mai. 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Olympia theatre, Dublin'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-43675077141947829</id><published>2010-01-27T18:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:48:52.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>"Se comprendere è impossibile, conoscere è necessario" (Primo Levi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk8vpuajKGc&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 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/43675077141947829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2010/01/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-6853892100019222736</id><published>2010-01-25T16:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:05:59.694Z</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>Spesso sostengo lunghe conversazioni con me stesso e sono così intelligente che a volte non capisco nemmeno una parola di quello che dico.&lt;br /&gt;(Oscar Wilde)&lt;div 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time'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-6744292678909039537</id><published>2010-01-10T20:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:27:01.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out.</title><content type='html'>E vissero tutti felici e contenti..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;però: E' UFFICIALE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-6744292678909039537?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-345314763352858022</id><published>2010-01-09T15:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:16:49.038Z</updated><title type='text'>Fucking acidity where were you?</title><content type='html'>You say that I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;that it's how I survive &lt;br /&gt;now there's nothing that can touch you &lt;br /&gt;I pretend that I really care &lt;br /&gt;when I just shrug it all away &lt;br /&gt;I know that it's wrong, but it keeps me breathing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sun watching so tall &lt;br /&gt;I went blind and saw nothing at all&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could fly away, walk on air &lt;br /&gt;really see things as they are &lt;br /&gt;to show you everything to learn from you &lt;br /&gt;to rise and fall in my own time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sun watching so tall &lt;br /&gt;I went blind and saw nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;But if I could, I'd fly you to the moon &lt;br /&gt;and if I could, I'd chase away your gloom &lt;br /&gt;until you shone like a thousand suns, so bright &lt;br /&gt;that when it was over, you'd laugh and pretend &lt;br /&gt;I was never even there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock up and run away, I won't betray you &lt;br /&gt;lost on a rainy day in the sun............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-345314763352858022?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/345314763352858022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=345314763352858022&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='text'>Sensazione</title><content type='html'>E' un po' di tempo che mi sembra che io sia stata cancellata del tutto dalla sua vita, come fossi una persona inesistente: un passato scomodo che non può coesistere con la realtà attuale..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-7537775468195779585?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/7537775468195779585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=7537775468195779585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/7537775468195779585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/7537775468195779585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2010/01/sensazione.html' title='Sensazione'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-6200876705229685154</id><published>2010-01-09T01:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:51:45.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Copy and paste from the other blog..</title><content type='html'>11.7.09&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia e potere &lt;br /&gt;Ma quando sarò in Irlanda cosa dirò?"Tanto torno a Milano"&lt;br /&gt;E quando sarò a Milano?"Tanto sono stata in Irlanda" &lt;br /&gt;By Bri @ 11:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-6200876705229685154?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/6200876705229685154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=6200876705229685154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6200876705229685154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6200876705229685154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2010/01/copy-and-paste-from-other-blog.html' title='Copy and paste from the other blog..'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-7732857965739076857</id><published>2010-01-09T00:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:17:55.437Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead just floating</title><content type='html'>Ricordi adolescenziali.&lt;br /&gt;Quando per essere diverso diventi pessimista, e forse un po' lo sei comunque, ma poi inizia a infilarsi nelle tue vene e diventa parte di te e non te ne liberi più.&lt;br /&gt;Difficile liberarsene.&lt;br /&gt;Ti fissi, credi che esistano solo delle cose che non potrai mai avere che ti possono rendere felice.&lt;br /&gt;Raggiungi i tuoi obiettivi e ti lasci andare, credi di avere tutto in pugno perchè avevi ragione tu, solo quelle cose potevano darti quel benessere agognato.&lt;br /&gt;Progetti la tua vita in funzione di ciò vai troppo avanti rispetto all'orizzonte che hai davanti tiri la corda, si rompe e cadi.&lt;br /&gt;Così via più e più volte.&lt;br /&gt;E poi torni indietro e ricominci a pensare che nulla può renderti felice del tutto e allora ti prendi quei pochi piaceri che puoi concederti, il più possibile bramandoli forse un po' troppo e rendendoti ridicolo senza provare nulla, neanche un minimo di emozione.&lt;br /&gt;Vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;Provi a ricominciare ma quando sembra che tutto vada bene ti rendi conto che tutto ti è entrato talmente tanto nelle ossa che non puoi farci più nulla e attendi insonne la decisione che avresti dovuto aspettarti da mesi, conscia che comunque certi difetti sarebbero comunque difficili da cancellare. &lt;br /&gt;Attendo, mi preparo al peggio.Perchè esistono solo risvolti negativi delle situazioni, come quando a 13 anni pensavi che può solo che andare tutto male..Arrivi a convincerti anche che forse poi alla fine è la soluzione migliore per tutti, quella negativa...&lt;br /&gt;Ma quali sono le cose positive a cui ambire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-7732857965739076857?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/7732857965739076857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=7732857965739076857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/7732857965739076857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/7732857965739076857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-dead-just-floating.html' title='I&apos;m not dead just floating'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-2542264969251142606</id><published>2009-12-29T01:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:04:12.785Z</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>I've just arrived @home after 10 days of tiring meeting and boring time watching series in Milan..&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel @home anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in my flat in my new life and I can't feel anything...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that my future will be totally different from what i thought in the last years...I would like to write something about it but I'm too surprise to understand my feelings...There's always something that makes u realize that the time has passed..really fast...and what u thought was just something to help u to sleep well in a bad moment...&lt;br /&gt;But now my future is tomorrow, and tomorrow will be a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-2542264969251142606?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/2542264969251142606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=2542264969251142606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/2542264969251142606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/2542264969251142606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/12/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-8143566464627816258</id><published>2009-12-09T16:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:51:54.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Ich hab dich lieb</title><content type='html'>Dicebas quondam solum te nosse Catullum,&lt;br /&gt;Lesbia, nec prae me velle tenere Iovem.&lt;br /&gt;dilexi tum te non tantum ut vulgus amicam,&lt;br /&gt;sed pater ut gnatos diligit et generos.&lt;br /&gt;nunc te cognovi: quare etsi impensius uror,&lt;br /&gt;multo mi tamen es vilior et levior.&lt;br /&gt;qui potis est, inquis? quod amantem iniuria talis&lt;br /&gt;cogit amare magis, sed bene velle minus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-8143566464627816258?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/8143566464627816258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=8143566464627816258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8143566464627816258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8143566464627816258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/12/ich-hab-dich-lieb.html' title='Ich hab dich lieb'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1914850203508192671</id><published>2009-12-07T13:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:29:53.849Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind</title><content type='html'>Hei!&lt;br /&gt;Dal momento che tanto non ti avrò mai&lt;br /&gt;ti mento&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - non sogno quasi mai&lt;br /&gt;e ti sveglio&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - ci sono cose che non sai&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - tanto non t'avrei amato mai&lt;br /&gt;in eterno&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - ma quante luci intorno&lt;br /&gt;a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei!&lt;br /&gt;Non c'era non c'era più niente&lt;br /&gt;e un ruvidissimo prurito mi tormenta&lt;br /&gt;la pelle...ti mento!&lt;br /&gt;Ti mento - non sogno quasi mai&lt;br /&gt;e ti sveglio&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - ci sono cose che non sai&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - tanto non t'avrei amato mai&lt;br /&gt;in eterno&lt;br /&gt;ti mento - ma quante luci intorno&lt;br /&gt;a...te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E in queste notti di settembre&lt;br /&gt;neanche le zanzare si accontentano più del nostro sangue e volano sopra&lt;br /&gt;biondi laghi&lt;br /&gt;cercando di pungere la luna&lt;br /&gt;che si specchia nel blu&lt;br /&gt;di una meritata bugia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava, lega, lecca, spera, crepa&lt;br /&gt;è un giorno nuovo e allora..&lt;br /&gt;lava, lega, lecca, spera, crepa&lt;br /&gt;è un giorno nuovo e allora..&lt;br /&gt;lava, lega, lecca, spera, crepa&lt;br /&gt;è un giorno nuovo e allora..&lt;br /&gt;lava, lega, lecca, spera, crepa&lt;br /&gt;è un giorno nuovo e allora..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-1914850203508192671?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/1914850203508192671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=1914850203508192671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1914850203508192671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1914850203508192671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-mind.html' title='I don&apos;t mind'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1079799553658610385</id><published>2009-12-01T23:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:32:14.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything anywhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-1079799553658610385?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/1079799553658610385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=1079799553658610385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1079799553658610385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1079799553658610385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/12/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-8470867507590234497</id><published>2009-12-01T23:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:07:55.796Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't care</title><content type='html'>La frase che più devo memorizzare e pensare ogni minuto della mia vita..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-8470867507590234497?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/8470867507590234497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=8470867507590234497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8470867507590234497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8470867507590234497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-5275881474941631997</id><published>2009-11-27T19:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:39:06.604Z</updated><title type='text'>No words...</title><content type='html'>Tanta tanta voglia, necessità, di scrivere e non averne la forza..&lt;br /&gt;Un'altra nottata insonne non la voglio fare..&lt;br /&gt;Ma aspetto ancora qualche ora..&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono messa a tradurre con google..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-5275881474941631997?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/5275881474941631997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=5275881474941631997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/5275881474941631997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/5275881474941631997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/11/none-words.html' title='No words...'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-279211019337752712</id><published>2009-11-21T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:11:06.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Brecht</title><content type='html'>Prima di tutto vennero a prendere gli zingari e fui contento, perché rubacchiavano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi vennero a prendere gli ebrei e stetti zitto, perché mi stavano antipatici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi vennero a prendere gli omosessuali, e fui sollevato, perché mi erano fastidiosi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi vennero a prendere i comunisti, ed io non dissi niente, perché non ero comunista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno vennero a prendere me, e non c’era rimasto nessuno a protestare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-279211019337752712?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/279211019337752712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=279211019337752712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/279211019337752712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/279211019337752712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/11/brecht.html' title='Brecht'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-6179193553124261718</id><published>2009-11-17T15:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:28:01.566Z</updated><title type='text'>You have one request..</title><content type='html'>E poi comparve..&lt;br /&gt;Inaspettatamente..&lt;br /&gt;Come la finestra di messenger che sale dolcemente dalla barra di stato..&lt;br /&gt;Così arrivo lei..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-6179193553124261718?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/6179193553124261718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=6179193553124261718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6179193553124261718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6179193553124261718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-have-one-request.html' title='You have one request..'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-9134801636591985425</id><published>2009-11-16T23:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:33:51.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Sono scappata..&lt;br /&gt;Ho cercato di dimenticare..&lt;br /&gt;Pensavo di esserci riuscita..&lt;br /&gt;Poi bastano due parole, due doppisensi..&lt;br /&gt;E booom...&lt;br /&gt;Torno nel baratro..&lt;br /&gt;Stesse situazioni..&lt;br /&gt;Diverso chilometraggio..&lt;br /&gt;Continua la ricerca di frasi sottointese che non ci sono in realtà..&lt;br /&gt;Inviti che non esistono..&lt;br /&gt;Prese per il culo intese come dolci scherzi..&lt;br /&gt;Messaggi su messaggi..&lt;br /&gt;Incomprensioni continue..&lt;br /&gt;Sogni irrealizzabili..&lt;br /&gt;Webcam notturne..&lt;br /&gt;Odio, tanto odio..verso me stessa..&lt;br /&gt;Un anno è passato, quasi..deve passare tutto..&lt;br /&gt;Il 28 dicembre sarò in aereo..&lt;br /&gt;Divertimenti sessuali..&lt;br /&gt;Perfezione, attrazione..&lt;br /&gt;Ego spropositato..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre andare in giro coi goldoni..sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-9134801636591985425?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/9134801636591985425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=9134801636591985425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/9134801636591985425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/9134801636591985425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1516801740981718584</id><published>2009-11-16T20:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:55:36.151Z</updated><title type='text'>I have an addiction</title><content type='html'>Sono innamorata dell'amore...&lt;br /&gt;Devo razionalizzare..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-1516801740981718584?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/1516801740981718584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=1516801740981718584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1516801740981718584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1516801740981718584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-addiction.html' title='I have an addiction'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-3470184876248141915</id><published>2009-11-06T11:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:33:44.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Addomesticare</title><content type='html'>C'est alors qu'apparut le renard :&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour, répondit poliment le petit prince, qui se retourna mais ne vit rien.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis là, dit la voix, sous le pommier...&lt;br /&gt;Qui es-tu? dit le petit prince. Tu es bien poli...&lt;br /&gt;Je suis un renard, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Viens jouer avec moi, lui proposa le petit prince. Je suis tellement triste...&lt;br /&gt;Je ne puis pas jouer avec toi, dit le renard. Je ne suis pas apprivoisé.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! pardon, fit le petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;Mais, après réflexion, il ajouta :&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce que signifie "apprivoiser" ?&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'es pas d'ici, dit le renard, que cherches-tu?&lt;br /&gt;Je cherche les hommes, dit le petit prince. Qu'est-ce que signifie "apprivoiser" ?&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes, dit le renard, ils sont des fusils et ils chassent. C'est bien gênant !&lt;br /&gt;Il élèvent aussi des poules. C'est leur seul intérêt. Tu cherches des poules?&lt;br /&gt;Non, dit le petit prince. Je cherche des amis. Qu'est-ce que signifie "apprivoiser"?&lt;br /&gt;C'est une chose trop oubliée, dit le renard. &lt;strong&gt;Ca signifie créer des liens&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;Créer des liens?&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr, dit le renard. &lt;strong&gt;Tu n'es pas encore pour moi qu'un petit garçon tout semblable à cent mille petits gerçons. Et je n'ai pas besoin de toi. Et tu n'as pas besoin de moi non plus. Je ne suis pour toi qu'un renard semblable à cent mille renards. Mais, si tu m'apprivoises, nous aurons besoin l'un de l'autre. Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je commence à comprendre, dit le petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a une fleur... je crois qu'elle m'a apprivoisé...&lt;br /&gt;C'est possible, dit le renard. On voit sur terre toutes sortes de choses...&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ce n'est pas sur terre, dit le petit prince&lt;br /&gt;Le renard parut très intrigué :&lt;br /&gt;Sur une autre planète?&lt;br /&gt;Oui.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a des chasseurs, sur cette planète-là?&lt;br /&gt;Non.&lt;br /&gt;Ca, c'est intéressant! Et des poules?&lt;br /&gt;Non.&lt;br /&gt;Rien n'est parfait, soupira le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Mais le renard revint à son idée :&lt;br /&gt;Ma vie est monotone. Je chasse les poules, les hommes me chassent.&lt;br /&gt;Toutes se ressemblent, et tous les hommes se ressemblent.&lt;br /&gt;Je m'ennuie donc un peu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais, si tu m'apprivoises, ma vie sera comme ensoleillée.&lt;br /&gt;Je connaîtrai un bruit de pas qui sera différent de tous les autres. Les autres pas me font rentrer sur terre. Le tien m'appellera hors du terrier, comme une musique. Et puis regarde! Tu vois là-bas, les champs de blé? Je ne mange pas de pain. Le blé pour moi est inutile. Les champs de blé ne me rappellent rien. Et ça, c'est triste! Mais tu as des cheveux couleur d'or. Alors ce sera merveilleux quand tu m'auras apprivoisé! Le blé qui est doré, me fera souvenir de toi. Et j'aimerai le bruit du vent dans le blé...&lt;/strong&gt;Le renard se tut et regard longtemps le petit prince :&lt;br /&gt;S'il te plaìt... &lt;strong&gt;apprivoise-moi, dit-il&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Je veux bien, répondit le petit prince, mais je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des amis à découvrir et beaucoup de choses à connaìtre.&lt;br /&gt;On ne connaìt que les choses que l'on apprivoise, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes n'ont plus le temps de rien connaìtre.&lt;br /&gt;Ils achètent des choses toutes faites chez les marchands.&lt;br /&gt;Mais comme il n'existe point de marchands d'amis,&lt;br /&gt;les hommes n'ont plus d'amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tu veux un ami, apprivoise-moi!&lt;/strong&gt;Que faut-il faire? Dit le petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;Il faut être très patient, répondit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu t'assoiras d'abord un peu loin de moi, comme ça, dans l'herbe. Je te regarderai du coin de l'œil et tu ne diras rien. Le langage est source de malentendus. Mais, chaque jour, tu pourras t'asseoir un peu plus près...&lt;/strong&gt;Le lendemain revint le petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;Il eût mieux valu revenir à la même heure, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tu viens, pas exemple, à quatre heures de l'après-midi, dés trois heures je commencerai d'être heureux. Plus l'heure avancera, plus je me sentirai heureux.&lt;br /&gt;A quatre heures, déjà, je m'agiterai et m'inquiéterai; je découvrirai le prix du bonheur!Mais si tu viens n'importe quand, je ne saurai jamais à quelle heure m'habiller le coeur... Il faut des rites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce qu'un rite? Dit le petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;C'est quelque chose de trop oublié, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;C'est ce qui fait qu'un jour est différent des autres jours, une heure, des autres heures.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a un rite, par exemple, chez mes chasseurs. Ils dansent le jeudi avec les filles du village.&lt;br /&gt;Alors le jeudi est jour merveilleux! Je vais me promener jusqu'à la vigne.&lt;br /&gt;Si les chasseurs dansaient n'importe quand, les jours se ressembleraient tous,&lt;br /&gt;et je n'aurais point de vacances.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsi le petit prince apprivoisa le renard. Et quand l'heure de départ fut proche :&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Dit le renard... Je pleurerai.&lt;br /&gt;C'est ta faute, dit le petit prince, je ne te souhaitais point de mal, mais tu as voulu que je t'apprivoise...&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu vas pleurer! Dit le petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J'y gagne&lt;/strong&gt;, dit le renard, &lt;strong&gt;à cause de la couleur du blé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puis il ajouta :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Va revoir les roses. Tu comprendras. Tu comprendras que la tienne est unique au monde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu reviendras me dire adieu, et je te ferai cadeau d'un secret.&lt;br /&gt;Le petit prince s'en fut revoir les roses :&lt;br /&gt;Vous n'êtes pas du tout semblables à ma rose, vous n'êtes rien encore, leur dit-il.&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne vous a apprivoisées et vous n'avez apprivoisé personne.&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes comme était mon renard. Ce n'était qu'un renard semblable à cent mille autres.&lt;br /&gt;Mais, j'en ai fait mon ami, et il est maintenant unique au monde.&lt;br /&gt;Et les roses étaient bien gênées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vous êtes belles, mais vous êtes vides, leur dit-il encore. On ne peut pas mourir pour vous.&lt;/strong&gt;Bien sûr, ma rose à moi, un passant ordinaire croirait qu'elle vous ressemble.&lt;br /&gt;Mais à elle seule elle est plus importante que vous toutes,&lt;br /&gt;puisque c'est elle que j'ai arrosée.&lt;br /&gt;Puisque c'est elle que j'ai mise sous globe.&lt;br /&gt;Puisque c'est elle que j'ai abritée par le paravent.&lt;br /&gt;Puisque c'est elle dont j'ai tué les chenilles&lt;br /&gt;(sauf les deux ou trois pour les papillons).&lt;br /&gt;Puisque c'est elle que j'ai écoutée se plaindre, ou se vanter,&lt;br /&gt;ou même quelquefois se taire.&lt;br /&gt;Puisque c'est ma rose.&lt;br /&gt;Et il revient vers le renard :&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, dit-il...&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Voici mon secret. Il est très simple:&lt;br /&gt;on ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur.&lt;br /&gt;L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.&lt;br /&gt;L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux,&lt;br /&gt;répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;C'est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.&lt;br /&gt;C'est le temps que j'ai perdu pour ma rose...&lt;br /&gt;fit le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes ont oublié cette vérité, dit le renard.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu ne dois pas l'oublier.&lt;br /&gt;Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé.&lt;br /&gt;Tu es responsable de ta rose...&lt;br /&gt;Je suis responsable de ma rose...&lt;br /&gt;répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-3470184876248141915?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/3470184876248141915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=3470184876248141915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3470184876248141915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3470184876248141915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/11/addomesticare.html' title='Addomesticare'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-8411251253379753012</id><published>2009-11-06T11:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:20:57.931Z</updated><title type='text'>Apprivoiser</title><content type='html'>"In quel momento apparve la volpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Buon giorno &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Buon giorno &gt;&gt;, rispose gentilmente il piccolo principe, voltandosi: ma non vide nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Sono qui &gt;&gt;, disse la voce, &lt;&lt; sotto al melo...&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Chi sei? &gt;&gt; domandò il piccolo principe, &lt;&lt; sei molto carino...&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Sono una volpe &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Vieni a giocare con me &gt;&gt;, le propose il piccolo principe, &lt;&lt; sono così triste...&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Non posso giocare con te &gt;&gt; disse la volpe, &lt;&lt; non sono addomesticata &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Ah! scusa &gt;&gt;, fece il piccolo principe.&lt;br /&gt;Ma dopo un momento di riflessione soggiunse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; che cosa vuol dire "addomesticare"? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Non sei di queste parti tu &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe, &lt;&lt; che cosa cerchi ? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Cerco gli uomini &gt;&gt;, disse il piccolo principe. &lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa vuol dire "addomesticare"? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Gli uomini &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe, &lt;&lt; hanno dei fucili e cacciano. è molto noioso! Allevano anche delle galline. è il loro solo interesse.Tu cerchi delle galline? &gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; No &gt;&gt;, disse il piccolo principe. &lt;&lt; Cerco degli amici. Che cosa vuol dire "addomesticare" ? &gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; è una cosa da molto dimenticata. vuol dire "creare dei legami"...&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Creare dei legami? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Certo &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe. &lt;&lt; Tu, fino ad ora, per me, non sei che un ragazzino uguale a centomila ragazzini. E non ho bisogno di te. E neppure tu hai bisogno di me. Io non sono per te che una volpe uguale a centomila volpi. Ma se tu mi addomestichi, noi avremo bisogno l'uno dell'altro. Tu sarai per me unico al mondo, e io sarò per te unica al mondo &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Comincio a capire &gt;&gt;, disse il piccolo principe. &lt;&lt; C'è un fiore...credo che mi abbia addomesticato...&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; È possibile &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe. &gt;&gt; Capita di tutto sulla Terra... &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Oh! non è sulla Terra &gt;&gt;, disse il piccolo principe. &lt;br /&gt;La volpe sembrò perplessa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Su un altro pianeta ? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Si &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Ci sono dei cacciatori su questo pianeta ? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; No &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Questo mi interessa! E delle galline ? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; No &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Non c'è niente di perfetto &gt;&gt;, sospirò la volpe. &lt;br /&gt;Ma la volpe ritornò alla sua idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; La mia vita è monotona. Io dò la caccia alle galline e gli uomini danno la caccia a me. Tutte le galline si assomigliano, e tutti gli uomini si assomigliano.Ed io mi annoio perciò. ma se tu mi addomestichi, la mia vita sarà come illuminata. Conoscerò un rumore di passi che sarà diverso da tutti gli altri. Gli altri passi mi fanno nascondere sotto terra. Il tuo, mi farà uscire dalla tana, come una musica. E poi, guarda! Vedi laggiù in fondo, i campi di grano ? Io non mangio il pane e il grano, per me è inutile. I campi di grano non mi ricordano nulla. E questo è triste! Ma tu hai dei capelli color dell'oro. Allora sarà meraviglioso quando mi avrai addomesticato. Il grano, che è dorato, mi farà pensare a te. E amerò il rumore del vento nel grano....&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La volpe tacque e guardò a lungo il piccolo principe:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; per favore... addomesticami &gt;&gt;, disse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Volentieri &gt;&gt;, rispose il piccolo principe, &lt;&lt; ma non ho molto tempo, però. ho da scoprire degli amici, e da conoscere molte cose &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Non si conoscono che le cose che si addomesticano &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe. &lt;&lt; Gli uomini non hanno più il tempo per conoscere nulla. Comprano dai mercanti le cose già fatte. Ma siccome non esistono mercanti di amici, gli uomini non hanno più amici. Se tu vuoi un amico addomesticami! &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Che cosa bisogna fare? &gt;&gt; domandò il piccolo principe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Bisogna essere molto pazienti &gt;&gt;, rispose la volpe. &lt;&lt; In principio tu ti siederai un pò lontano da me, così, nell'erba. Io ti guarderò con la coda dell'occhio e tu non dirai nulla. Le parole sono una fonte di malintesi. Ma ogni giorno tu potrai sederti un pò più vicino... &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il piccolo principe ritornò l'indomani.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Sarebbe stato meglio ritornare alla stessa ora &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe. &lt;&lt; Se tu vieni, per esempio, tutti i pomeriggi alle quattro, dalle tre io comincerò ad essere felice. Col passare dell'ora aumenterà la mia felicità. Quando saranno le quattro, incomincerò ad agitarmi e ad inquietarmi; scoprirò il prezzo della felicità! Ma se tu vieni non si sà quando, io non saprò mai a che ora prepararmi il cuore... Ci vogliono i riti &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Che cos'è un rito ? &gt;&gt; disse il piccolo principe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt; &lt; Anche questa è una cosa da tempo dimenticata &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe. &lt;&lt; è quello che fà un giorno diverso dagli altri giorni, un'ora diversa dalle altre ore. C'è un rito, per esempio, presso i miei cacciatori. Il giovedì ballano con le ragazze del villaggio. Allora il giovedì è un giorno meraviglioso! Io mi spingo sino alla vigna. Se i cacciatori ballassero in un giorno qualsiasi, i giorni si assomiglierebbero tutti, e non avrei mai vacanza &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Così il piccolo principe addomesticò la volpe.&lt;br /&gt;E quando l'ora della partenza fu vicina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Ah! &gt;&gt; disse la volpe, &lt;&lt; ... piangerò &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; La colpa è tua &gt;&gt;, disse il piccolo principe, &lt;&lt; io, non ti volevo far del male, ma tu hai voluto che ti addomesticassi... &gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; È vero &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Ma piangerai! &gt;&gt; disse il piccolo principe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; è certo &gt;&gt; disse la volpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; ma allora che ci guadagni? &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Ci guadagno &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe, &lt;&lt; il colore del grano &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Poi soggiunse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Và a rivedere le rose. capirai che la tua è unica al mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Quando ritornerai a dirmi addio, ti regalerò un segreto &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Il piccolo principe se ne andò a rivedere le rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Voi non siete per niente simili alla mia rosa, voi non siete ancora niente &gt;&gt;, disse. &lt;&lt; Nessuno vi ha addomesticato, e voi non avete addomesticato nessuno. Voi siete come era la mia volpe. Non era che una volpe uguale a centomila altre. ma ne ho fatto il mio amico ed ora è per me unica al mondo &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E le rose erano a disagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Voi siete belle, ma siete vuote &gt;&gt;, disse ancora. &lt;&lt; Non si può morire per voi. certamente, un qualsiasi passante crederebbe che la mia rosa vi rassomigli, ma lei, lei sola, è più importante di tutte voi, Perché è che ho innaffiata. Perché è lei che ho messa sotto la campana di vetro. Perché è lei che ho riparata col paravento. Perché su di lei ho uccisi i bruchi (salvo i due o tre per le farfalle).&lt;br /&gt;Perché è lei che ho ascoltato lamentarsi o vantarsi, o anche qualche volta tacere.&lt;br /&gt;Perché è la mia rosa &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E ritornò dalla volpe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Addio &gt;&gt;, disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Addio &gt;&gt;, disse la volpe. &lt;&lt; Ecco il mio segreto. È molto semplice: non si vede bene che col cuore. L'essenziale è invisibile agli occhi &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; L'essenziale è invisibile agli occhi &gt;&gt;, ripeté il piccolo principe, per ricordarselo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; È il tempo che tu hai perduto per la tua rosa che ha fatto la tua rosa così importante &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; È il tempo che ho perduto pe rla mia rosa.. &gt;&gt; sussurrò il piccolo principe per ricordarselo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Gli uomini hanno dimenticato questa verità. &lt;br /&gt;Ma tu non la devi dimenticare. Tu diventi responsabile per sempre di quello che hai addomesticato.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei responsabile della tua rosa... &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Io sono responsabile della mia rosa..&gt;&gt; ripetè il piccolo principe per ricordarselo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-8411251253379753012?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/8411251253379753012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=8411251253379753012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8411251253379753012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Che condivido l'idea di vita separata con ognuno i suoi interessi...&lt;br /&gt;Che non mando un sms neanche a pagarlo...&lt;br /&gt;Che se siamo fuori non ti cago o sei al pari degli altri...&lt;br /&gt;Io????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-6284713133125884880?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/6284713133125884880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=6284713133125884880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6284713133125884880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-2206530320749669130</id><published>2009-11-01T15:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:15:34.911Z</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>«È in corso una morte lenta e indolore dellademocrazia, una progressiva eutanasia della repubblica nata dallaResistenza» (Monsignor Bettoni, Curia di Milano, oggi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-2206530320749669130?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/2206530320749669130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-9204871084651440637</id><published>2009-10-31T19:06:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:14:20.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Sul filo della lama...</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start writing in english..Maybe just because i chose to write an italian title..maybe..why not?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do everything I can..But it's not possible...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be calm and happy...But I feel guilty all the time...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to enjoy the time here...But I'm old and too different sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be a good architect...But I don't have enough time and bravery to design what I have in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be me...But sometimes I'd like to be more asshole, a bitch...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to speak a good english...But I'm not able to do it...&lt;br /&gt;Pog ma thon dude..I'm so fucking cool!&lt;br /&gt;I just need to trust in my potential and don't care about the others and take from them just what I want for me...maybe I should be more selfish as I usually am...&lt;br /&gt;I'm better than u all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-9204871084651440637?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/9204871084651440637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=9204871084651440637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/9204871084651440637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/9204871084651440637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/sul-filo-della-lama.html' title='Sul filo della lama...'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-681320046648468331</id><published>2009-10-31T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:43:31.489Z</updated><title type='text'>E che CAZZO!!</title><content type='html'>When theres a rub&lt;br /&gt;We can talk for a while &lt;br /&gt;But I have sweet nothings to say &lt;br /&gt;You don't want me anyway &lt;br /&gt;You don't want me anyway &lt;br /&gt;So why? &lt;br /&gt;Why should I stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye to you and your life &lt;br /&gt;Your new best friends &lt;br /&gt;Your confidence &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here when you get home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting half way &lt;br /&gt;Away from no where &lt;br /&gt;Praying for our lips to touch &lt;br /&gt;Holding myself, &lt;br /&gt;For a second &lt;br /&gt;Just to catch a smile &lt;br /&gt;On this line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye to you and your life&lt;br /&gt;(Two months, eight weeks) &lt;br /&gt;Your new best friends &lt;br /&gt;Your confidence &lt;br /&gt;(Turn my hours into days) &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here when you get home &lt;br /&gt;(When you get home) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye to you and your life &lt;br /&gt;(Two months, eight weeks) &lt;br /&gt;Your new best friends &lt;br /&gt;Your confidence &lt;br /&gt;(Turn my hours into days) &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here when you get home &lt;br /&gt;(When you get home) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't feel the same about you anymore) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;(It's never easy) &lt;br /&gt;I can't feel this way about you anymore&lt;br /&gt;So just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;(It's never easy)&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel this way &lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the same about you anymore&lt;br /&gt;(It's never easy)&lt;br /&gt;About you anymore&lt;br /&gt;(It's never easy)&lt;br /&gt;No... I can't feel this way &lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the same about you anymore&lt;br /&gt;(It's never easy)&lt;br /&gt;About you anymore&lt;br /&gt;(It's never easy)&lt;br /&gt;About you anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-681320046648468331?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/681320046648468331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=681320046648468331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/681320046648468331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/681320046648468331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-che-cazzo.html' title='E che CAZZO!!'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-4233167897728331353</id><published>2009-10-31T04:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:15:28.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Christ Church Cathedral tomorrow @17.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-4233167897728331353?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/4233167897728331353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=4233167897728331353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/4233167897728331353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/4233167897728331353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-6341490644115697356</id><published>2009-10-30T01:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:54:19.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>One of the best concert in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDmeMjsV35U&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/NDmeMjsV35U&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-6341490644115697356?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/6341490644115697356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=6341490644115697356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6341490644115697356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/6341490644115697356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/c.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-7453980268516585424</id><published>2009-10-27T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:35:20.104Z</updated><title type='text'>1 month...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-7453980268516585424?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/7453980268516585424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-8807905231228845767</id><published>2009-10-27T00:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:57:47.121Z</updated><title type='text'>Policy</title><content type='html'>La passione per il cazzo dei governanti spiega chiaramente la propensione del paese a prenderlo nel culo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-8807905231228845767?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/8807905231228845767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=8807905231228845767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8807905231228845767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/8807905231228845767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/p.html' title='Policy'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-5658675254857180629</id><published>2009-10-26T10:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:06:52.121Z</updated><title type='text'>Guest</title><content type='html'>Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente muore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente muore&lt;br /&gt;chi diventa schiavo dell'abitudine,&lt;br /&gt;ripetendo ogni giorno&lt;br /&gt;gli stessi percorsi,&lt;br /&gt;chi non cambia la marcia,&lt;br /&gt;chi non rischia e cambia colore dei vestiti,&lt;br /&gt;chi non parla a chi non conosce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muore lentamente&lt;br /&gt;chi evita una passione,&lt;br /&gt;chi preferisce il nero sul bianco&lt;br /&gt;e i puntini sulle "i" piuttosto che&lt;br /&gt;un insieme di emozioni,&lt;br /&gt;proprio quelle che fanno brillare gli occhi,&lt;br /&gt;quelle che fanno di uno sbadiglio un sorriso ,&lt;br /&gt;quelle che fanno battere il cuore davanti all'errore e ai sentimenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente muore&lt;br /&gt;chi non capovolge il tavolo,&lt;br /&gt;chi è infelice sul lavoro&lt;br /&gt;chi non rischia la certezza per l'incertezza&lt;br /&gt;per inseguire un sogno,&lt;br /&gt;chi non si permette almeno una volta nella vita di fuggire ai consigli&lt;br /&gt;sensati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente muore&lt;br /&gt;chi non viaggia,&lt;br /&gt;chi non legge,&lt;br /&gt;chi non ascolta musica,&lt;br /&gt;chi non trova grazia in se stesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muore lentamente&lt;br /&gt;chi distrugge l'amor proprio&lt;br /&gt;chi non si lascia aiutare;&lt;br /&gt;chi passa i giorni a lamentarsi della propria sfortuna&lt;br /&gt;o della pioggia incessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente muore&lt;br /&gt;chi abbandona un progetto prima di iniziarlo,&lt;br /&gt;chi non fa domande sugli argomenti che non conosce,&lt;br /&gt;chi non risponde quando gli chiedono qualcosa che conosce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitiamo la morte a piccole dosi&lt;br /&gt;ricordando sempre che essere vivo&lt;br /&gt;richiede uno sforzo di gran lunga maggiore del semplice fatto di&lt;br /&gt;respirare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soltanto l'ardente pazienza porterà al raggiungimento&lt;br /&gt;di una splendida felicità&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-5658675254857180629?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/5658675254857180629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=5658675254857180629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/5658675254857180629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/5658675254857180629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/guest.html' title='Guest'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1719420006024095576</id><published>2009-10-24T17:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:01:04.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dub-Mil-Dub</title><content type='html'>18 - dic - 2009&lt;br /&gt;28 - dic - 2009&lt;br /&gt;Milano&lt;br /&gt;PARTYYYYYY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-1719420006024095576?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/1719420006024095576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=1719420006024095576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1719420006024095576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1719420006024095576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/dub-mil-dub.html' title='Dub-Mil-Dub'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1982235828824512322</id><published>2009-10-19T12:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:33:35.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanings</title><content type='html'>Ho cercato di esprimere i miei sentimenti, ho cercato le parole che li traducessero, ho studiato il dizionario...non ho trovato nulla..&lt;br /&gt;E' stato meglio così...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analizzo il mio comportamento e sono fiera di me stessa..fredda, razionale, risolutiva al momento giusto, passionale e disperata quando tutto era finito...&lt;br /&gt;Basto a me stessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schiaccio il bottone? Vaffanculo pollo di merda..io sto a casa a cena....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-1982235828824512322?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/1982235828824512322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=1982235828824512322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1982235828824512322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/1982235828824512322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/meanings.html' title='Meanings'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-2798781934743921828</id><published>2009-10-14T11:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:43:30.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Galway e connemara: paesaggi splendidi, pub perfetti, compagnia stordita ma polite come sempre tranne i francesi rompicazzo..&lt;br /&gt;Next trip: Limerik and cliff of moher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-2798781934743921828?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/2798781934743921828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=2798781934743921828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/2798781934743921828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/2798781934743921828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-3357919493669601301</id><published>2009-10-13T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:33:57.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Country</title><content type='html'>Avete ma visto una mucca correre? Un cavallo dormire sdraiato? Una pecora arrotolata su sè stessa? Un asino che ti rincorre perchè vuole le coccole che si sente solo?e tanto tanto spazio per lasciare amoreggiare, mangiare e coccolare gli animali?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-3357919493669601301?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/3357919493669601301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=3357919493669601301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3357919493669601301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3357919493669601301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/country.html' title='Country'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-3870244956131631309</id><published>2009-10-06T21:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:47:09.394Z</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>Non ho mai potuto scrivere nulla a riguardo ma ora lo farò, solo perchè la notizia che ho appena appreso legata alle considerazioni che da un anno continuo a fare non riescono a farmi stare zitta..&lt;br /&gt;Sta con una ragazza cattolica praticante piccolo borghese brianzola, vabbhè io sto con un tedesco che non risponde alle mie domande perchè è timido, anyway lui è un figo per tutto il resto lei è una sfigata...&lt;br /&gt;Ma lui è innamorato perchè lui ha imparato e io sono innamorata e ho solo insegnato e non imparato, anzi disimparato...&lt;br /&gt;Io rimango anticristo, una fiera anticristo..e molto orgogliosa di me..sempre di più..&lt;br /&gt;Facciamo sfruttare questa singola con bagno in brunswick court e ridiamo di gusto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-3870244956131631309?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/3870244956131631309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=3870244956131631309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3870244956131631309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/3870244956131631309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-5862982604182281010</id><published>2009-10-05T03:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:21:18.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3.11 a.m. - topic: politics</title><content type='html'>Ora...ci si conosce..ci si racconta le proprie vicende personali..cosa si prova..&lt;br /&gt;Ma si può iniziare alle 3 a parlare della situazione politica italiana e di quanto siano cattolici gli irlandesi???&lt;br /&gt;Tanto io non ho niente da fare nella mia vita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obiettivo:&lt;br /&gt;next week end Galway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notte..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-5862982604182281010?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/5862982604182281010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=5862982604182281010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/5862982604182281010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/5862982604182281010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/311-am-topic-politics.html' title='3.11 a.m. - topic: politics'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-7152886500141052318</id><published>2009-10-04T19:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:43:29.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wie alt bist du?</title><content type='html'>Perchè nessuno mi ha fermata quando ho deciso di lasciare tutti i miei pregiudizi nei confronti di Varazze e ho detto:"ma sì dai ogni tanto bisogna andare oltre, magari mi sbaglio!"????&lt;br /&gt;E perchè nessuno mi sta fermando adesso, in cui mi sto fidando ciecamente del mio istinto??&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno di acidità milanese, quella che ho sempre avuto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma parliamo un po' di università...&lt;br /&gt;Prima lezione:&lt;br /&gt;- Aldo Rossi&lt;br /&gt;- La Milano verde&lt;br /&gt;- Palladio&lt;br /&gt;- La casa della Ragione di Padova&lt;br /&gt;Primo lavoro:&lt;br /&gt;-Ricerca tipologica&lt;br /&gt;ok forse c'è qualcosa che non va..sono a Dublino?no, forse è una succursale del Poli??&lt;br /&gt;Secondo lavoro:&lt;br /&gt;-progettare una stanza per 20 persone in un sito immaginario all'interno di una fattoria.&lt;br /&gt;Ah no vedi non siamo al Poli, senza sito non si inizierebbe nemmeno a lavorare..non si può mica..&lt;br /&gt;Comunque con matite, pastelli, righellino e quaderno degli schizzi, mi arrendo alla richiesta di disegno a mano e a breve mi arrenderò pure al dover fare un modello..evvai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-7152886500141052318?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/7152886500141052318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=7152886500141052318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/7152886500141052318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/7152886500141052318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/wie-alt-bist-du.html' title='Wie alt bist du?'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-2877106146706599719</id><published>2009-10-03T23:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:13:43.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time &amp; confusion</title><content type='html'>Persa, completamente, un'altra persona..&lt;br /&gt;La difficoltà di comunicazione è abbastanza alta, però bene o male si arriva a una certa comprensione reciproca intraprendendo anche discorsi di una certa importanza...&lt;br /&gt;Sto cambiando..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-2877106146706599719?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/2877106146706599719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=2877106146706599719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/2877106146706599719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/2877106146706599719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-confusion.html' title='Time &amp; confusion'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-4125461937658816981</id><published>2009-09-28T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:23:12.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so</title><content type='html'>Dovrei lavorare..domani consegna..&lt;br /&gt;Dovrei essere incazzata..ho perso i miei occhiali da sole..quelli rossi che mi stanno così bene..&lt;br /&gt;Invece guardo voli per aprile per Francoforte e la distanza tra Rozzano e Kassel...un classico..&lt;br /&gt;E ora leggo pure la storia della città...&lt;br /&gt;Passerà a breve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-4125461937658816981?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/4125461937658816981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=4125461937658816981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/4125461937658816981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/4125461937658816981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-so.html' title='I feel so'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-9069864918430385067</id><published>2009-09-27T19:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:46:11.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mir geht's gut</title><content type='html'>Ieri mi sono messa a parlare di Milano...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mi è mancata la mia città...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mi sono mancati i MIEI AMICI...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mi sono mancati i miei posti...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mi è mancata la mia macchinina...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mi è mancato il mio cane...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri non mi è mancata casa mia...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri non mi sono mancate le coccole...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri non mi è mancato il controllo dei miei...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri non mi sono mancati gli italiani...&lt;br /&gt;Sta mattina mi è mancato parlare italiano...&lt;br /&gt;Sta mattina mi è mancato il ballo del limone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-9069864918430385067?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/9069864918430385067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=9069864918430385067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/9069864918430385067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1922547397670758439/posts/default/9069864918430385067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/2009/09/mir-gehts-gut.html' title='Mir geht&apos;s gut'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-1200452218676149616</id><published>2009-09-22T23:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:48:36.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact</title><content type='html'>Sono abituata ad abbracciare la gente..toccarla, baciarla...mi manca quel contatto affettuoso, gli abbracci...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Contact'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-3600674148432072901</id><published>2009-09-22T00:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:51:53.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbolism</title><content type='html'>Come arrivare a parlare di simbolismo nella musica del rinascimento da una semplice conversazione in cui si scherza sulle parolacce italiane...&lt;br /&gt;ok, mi sa che sta sera tocco il fondo di sorrisi ebeti.li ho usati tutti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Symbolism'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816745804782171902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pr8cxgNLkms/Sra2bgFamsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yvurseZAsAk/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922547397670758439.post-721742857546848549</id><published>2009-09-21T12:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:59:44.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm...it sounds good..I wanna taste it..</title><content type='html'>Cibo.&lt;br /&gt;Sto cercando di abituarmi a mangiare diversamente:&lt;br /&gt;-niente limone nel the &lt;--ci credete??io ce provo!&lt;br /&gt;-no grana &lt;--questa è veramente ardua, però costa troppo il che è un buon deterrente..vedremo domani col risotto..&lt;br /&gt;per il resto nei prossimi giorni cercherò di mangiare sano, per ora la cosa è risultata impossibile soprattutto tra kebap e fish &amp;amp; chips non so cosa sia peggio..&lt;br /&gt;comunque ora di pasta..&lt;br /&gt;Buon appetito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aggiornamento:&lt;br /&gt;mi ero dimenticata di dire che uso anche meno sale(..assurdo...) ma moooolto più piccante, il che rende odiosa agli occhi dei coinquilini spagnoli..but i don't really care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-721742857546848549?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/721742857546848549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1922547397670758439&amp;postID=721742857546848549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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late</title><content type='html'>Sono sempre stata una persona precisa che cerca sempe di arrivare in tempo e evitare di fare aspettare la gente..risultato: ho sempre aspettato una cifra gli altri..&lt;br /&gt;Qui non è possibile, siamo sempre in ritardo, mangiamo di corsa, a volte saltiamo, e arriviamo sempre dopo gli altri..motivo: puoi andare a una festa a casa di qualcuno dopo cena e pensare che l'orario adatto sia le 8?????no...&lt;br /&gt;Pronta a cambiare abitudini..ne vale la pena..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1922547397670758439-5713120704725043258?l=dublinslainte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dublinslainte.blogspot.com/feeds/5713120704725043258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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