<?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-5653015774812560727</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:55:15.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all things must pass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-3887915857319054676</id><published>2009-11-02T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:28:12.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it worry you to be alone?</title><content type='html'>Joe Cocker urla nelle mie orecchie. Adesso siamo solo io e lui.&lt;br /&gt;Il treno va veloce, la cabina è vuota. Mi cambio le scarpe.&lt;br /&gt;Sto tornando finalmente a casa, non mi piace proprio Firenze.&lt;br /&gt;Non ho voglia di pensare, non ho voglia di niente.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio poter stare distesa sul letto, fissare il soffitto e capire di essere sola. Nonostante tutto il resto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La guerra è pace. 1984.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-3887915857319054676?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3887915857319054676/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=3887915857319054676' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3887915857319054676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3887915857319054676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/11/brandon-flowers-urla-nelle-mie-orecchie.html' title='Does it worry you to be alone?'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-9074812843970918476</id><published>2009-07-20T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:34:04.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.M.</title><content type='html'>Adesso è tutto così, così, così sano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-9074812843970918476?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/9074812843970918476/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=9074812843970918476' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/9074812843970918476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/9074812843970918476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/07/sm.html' title='S.M.'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-6554052500530558652</id><published>2009-07-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:41:44.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non sono fedele mai.</title><content type='html'>Le quattro di notte. In giro non c'è più nessuno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-6554052500530558652?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/6554052500530558652/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=6554052500530558652' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/6554052500530558652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/6554052500530558652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-sono-fedele-mai.html' title='Non sono fedele mai.'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-4265214491560334013</id><published>2009-07-02T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:38:07.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E poi mi accorgo che hai lasciato qui le sigarette, quanto odio le tue sigarette.&lt;br /&gt;Sono rivontanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-4265214491560334013?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4265214491560334013/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=4265214491560334013' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/4265214491560334013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/4265214491560334013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/07/tutti-soffrono.html' title=''/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-7617408430046822563</id><published>2009-06-30T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:03:56.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sono le tre e tre minuti, mi annoio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-7617408430046822563?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7617408430046822563/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=7617408430046822563' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/7617408430046822563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/7617408430046822563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/06/sono-le-tre-e-tre-minuti-mi-annoio.html' title=''/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-4708613754691675786</id><published>2009-06-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:42:59.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>implicare ed esplicare</title><content type='html'>Mi guardi, ti guardo. &lt;br /&gt;Ti avvicini, me ne accorgo solo io.&lt;br /&gt;"..forgive me, is all that you can't say."&lt;br /&gt;Neanche io riesco a sentirti.&lt;br /&gt;Mi avvicino, scende una lacrima. Mi abbracci.&lt;br /&gt;Vuoto dentro di me, mi sento nuova.&lt;br /&gt;Sto bene. &lt;br /&gt;Non esce neanche la voce. Sento solo le tue mani stringermi la schiena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-4708613754691675786?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/4708613754691675786/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=4708613754691675786' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/4708613754691675786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/4708613754691675786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-can-i-hold-you-tonight.html' title='implicare ed esplicare'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-5874484027164055456</id><published>2009-06-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:44:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il vento</title><content type='html'>Esisti solo tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-5874484027164055456?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5874484027164055456/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=5874484027164055456' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/5874484027164055456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/5874484027164055456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-your-sun.html' title='Il vento'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-2490087670493885921</id><published>2009-05-29T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:47:26.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oggi esco</title><content type='html'>Mattina vuota. Le gambe vanno da sole. Non ci spero neanche. Sussulto.&lt;br /&gt;Qua dentro si muove tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Non so se eri te davvero. Abbiamo litigato e di sicuro non sarò io a chiederti quando torni. Se non sei già tornato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-2490087670493885921?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/2490087670493885921/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=2490087670493885921' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/2490087670493885921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/2490087670493885921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/05/mattina-vuota.html' title='Oggi esco'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-3255156027293595642</id><published>2009-05-25T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:48:39.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiorivi, sfiorivano le viole.</title><content type='html'>Mentre io.. aspettavo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-3255156027293595642?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3255156027293595642/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=3255156027293595642' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3255156027293595642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3255156027293595642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/05/sfiorivano-le-viole.html' title='Fiorivi, sfiorivano le viole.'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-3233291765793043130</id><published>2009-04-30T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:49:54.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tra certezze e sbagli.</title><content type='html'>Dopo tutto se siamo ancora qui, ci sarà un motivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Che strana cosa sono il piacere e il dolore; sembra che ognuno di loro segua sempre il suo contrario e che tutti e due non vogliano mai trovarsi nella stessa persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-3233291765793043130?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3233291765793043130/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=3233291765793043130' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3233291765793043130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3233291765793043130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/04/tra-certezze-e-sbagli.html' title='Tra certezze e sbagli.'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-603137507491254616</id><published>2009-04-09T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:54:25.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Non ti trovo. Poi salgo le scale, esco.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivi, mi fai il baciamano e capisco che tutto va bene, che non importa niente.&lt;br /&gt;Dove vuoi andare? ti porto io.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-603137507491254616?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/603137507491254616/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=603137507491254616' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/603137507491254616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/603137507491254616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/04/grace.html' title=''/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-8635990013272774230</id><published>2009-03-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:16:18.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A</title><content type='html'>E poi cerco di riallacciare i fili.. Piano piano come se niente fosse stato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-8635990013272774230?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/8635990013272774230/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=8635990013272774230' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/8635990013272774230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/8635990013272774230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_28.html' title='A'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-7014141637535973129</id><published>2008-12-29T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:15:59.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ogni giorno ho provato a fare un gioco diverso con te, ma vedi il mio cuore non ha retto. Mi sono detta che era il giorno di smettere di fingere, era il giorno della verità. E poi ti ho visto, ho capito che infondo anche tu stavi giocando, no! Che folle idea sarebbe stata dirti la verità, come avrei potuto dirti Ti Amo quando anche te stavi fingendo, chissà come avresti risposto, oh che delitto sarebbe stato, metti il caso che anche te avresti detto la verità, dio che noiosa che è la verità.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto è più bello giocare, come è bello adesso! Perchè avrei dovuto rovinare tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Come è bello poter cambiare stato d'animo ogni giorno con te, come è bello poter cambiare personalità, posso perfino cambiare i miei hobby con te, posso cambiare essere la persona che in quel momento mi va di essere. Perchè avrei dovuto rovinare tutto. Oh certo il mio cuore non sta reggendo, ma posso abituarmi no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-7014141637535973129?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/7014141637535973129/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=7014141637535973129' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/7014141637535973129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/7014141637535973129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/12/ogni-giorno-ho-provato-fare-un-gioco.html' title=''/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-5084855277849048914</id><published>2008-12-27T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:11:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludwig Van Beethoven</title><content type='html'>“Buon giorno 7 Luglio,&lt;br /&gt;a letto i miei pensieri sono già rivolti a te, mia amata immortale, ora lieti, ora di nuovo tristi, nell'attesa che il destino esaudisca i nostri desideri - posso vivere soltanto unito strettamente a te, non altrimenti, sì, ho deciso di errare lontano finché non potrò volare nelle tue braccia e sentirmi perfettamente a casa accanto a te e lasciando che la mia anima, circondata dal tuo essere, entri nel regno degli spiriti - purtroppo così deve essere - ti rassegnerai, tanto più conoscendo la mia fedeltà verso di te, nessuna altra donna potrà mai possedere il mio cuore, mai - mai - O Dio perché doversi allontanare dall'oggetto di tanto amore, la mia vita a V. è ora miserevole - il tuo amore ha fatto di me il più felice e nello stesso tempo il più infelice degli uomini - alla mia età avrei bisogno di vivere in modo uniforme senza scosse - ma è ciò possibile nella nostra situazione? - Angelo mio, mi dicono ora che la posta funziona tutti i giorni - quindi chiudo affinché tu possa ricevere la lettera al più presto - sii calma, solo contemplando con serenità la nostra esistenza potremo raggiungere il nostro scopo di vivere insieme - sii calma - amami - oggi - ieri - Quanta nostalgia, quanto rimpianto di te - di te - dite - mia vita - mio tutto - addio - ti prego continua ad amarmi - non smentire mai il cuore fedelissimo del tuo amato&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente tuo&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente mia &lt;br /&gt;Eternamente nostri”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-5084855277849048914?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/5084855277849048914/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=5084855277849048914' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/5084855277849048914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/5084855277849048914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/12/tra-le-piante.html' title='Ludwig Van Beethoven'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-496992638183294519</id><published>2008-10-02T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:01:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And.</title><content type='html'>E poi lasciarsi per noi non è mai stato un problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-496992638183294519?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/496992638183294519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=496992638183294519' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/496992638183294519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/496992638183294519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/10/and.html' title='And.'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-1874636307364655689</id><published>2008-09-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:10:32.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tra le piante</title><content type='html'>Li mancava quella concentrazione che io cercavo di avere.&lt;br /&gt;"Ti senti male?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. Non mi sono mai sentita meglio."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-1874636307364655689?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/1874636307364655689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=1874636307364655689' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/1874636307364655689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/1874636307364655689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/09/li-mancava-quella-concentrazione-che-io.html' title='Tra le piante'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-3350305002061365315</id><published>2008-08-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:31:20.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nessuno si accorse della mia presenza fin quando non mangiai il primo casco di banane.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti gli occhi erano su di lui e io passavo inosservata.&lt;br /&gt;Avevo i miei bei capelli appoggiati sulle spalle nude.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure perfino i maschi guardavano solo lui.&lt;br /&gt;Non che fosse così bello in quel giorno, in quel momento, a quel tavolo di poker.&lt;br /&gt;Intanto io perdevo ogni mio avere. Ogni cosa che avevo la stavo perdendo a quel tavolo.&lt;br /&gt;Così decisi abbandonare. Volevo una boccata di aria fresca e volevo lui.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciai le mie fish sul banco e gli feci cenno con la testa di andare e me lo portai via.&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo ancora lo stupore generale.&lt;br /&gt;La loro bocca aperta e il caos di sussurri.&lt;br /&gt;Lui era mio. Si, lui era mio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-3350305002061365315?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/3350305002061365315/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=3350305002061365315' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3350305002061365315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/3350305002061365315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/08/nessuno-si-accorse-della-mia-presenza.html' title=''/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-9847032801809655</id><published>2008-07-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:24:17.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violante</title><content type='html'>Non è perchè non ho voluto, è perchè non ho saputo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-9847032801809655?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/9847032801809655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=9847032801809655' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/9847032801809655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/9847032801809655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/07/violante.html' title='Violante'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653015774812560727.post-2088193870247072978</id><published>2008-07-08T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:22:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is all right</title><content type='html'>Ho ancora una grande cicatrice in testa.&lt;br /&gt;Non era un gran chè ma io ci speravo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5653015774812560727-2088193870247072978?l=or-some-like-that.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/feeds/2088193870247072978/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653015774812560727&amp;postID=2088193870247072978' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/2088193870247072978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653015774812560727/posts/default/2088193870247072978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://or-some-like-that.blogspot.com/2008/07/alla-fine.html' title='Is all right'/><author><name>margherita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468911432674376774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBrxzyxNDFY/SOACdzSTKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EAkz_qGQlis/S220/2848377370_185312c911_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
