<?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-28593862</id><updated>2011-06-29T03:40:41.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mondo è come una bugia</title><subtitle type='html'>SPAZIO IN CUI ESPRIMERE ME</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-115349336451468101</id><published>2006-07-21T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:51:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fine del blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;è arrivato il momento di chiudere questo bel blog. Come tutte le cose, datogli un inizio gli si dà anche una fine. Ci ho scritto abbastanza cose, tra quelle che ci volevo scrivere (su Il mondo una bugia). Lo chiudo con un ritornello estratto da una bella canzone di Mia Martini:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se l'amore che avevo non sa più il mio nome, come i treni a vapore di stazione in stazione, di porta in porta e di pioggia in pioggia, di dolore in dolore il dolore passerà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ringrazio tutti quelli che hanno lasciato commenti (chi vuole può lasciarne ancora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-115349336451468101?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/115349336451468101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=115349336451468101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115349336451468101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115349336451468101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/07/fine-del-blog.html' title='fine del blog'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-115239152774182957</id><published>2006-07-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:11:30.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quesito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai trovato un tesoro e sei felicissimo, è il più bel giorno della tua vita. Qualche mese dopo scopri che il tesoro è falso, sei triste o arrabbiato, disprezzi la felicità di quel giorno. Resta il fatto che quel giorno sei stato felice come non mai. Vorresti cancellare quel giorno ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-115239152774182957?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/115239152774182957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=115239152774182957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115239152774182957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115239152774182957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/07/quesito.html' title='quesito'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-115194267397960129</id><published>2006-07-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:09:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ecco Avril</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A me piace il suo look, la sua voce, e questa canzone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How Does It Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid of anything&lt;br /&gt;I just need to know that I can breath&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need much of anything&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I am small and the world is big&lt;br /&gt;All around me is fast moving&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by so many things&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly suddenly&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To be different from me&lt;br /&gt;Are we the same&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;I am young&lt;br /&gt;And I am free&lt;br /&gt;But I get tired and I get weak&lt;br /&gt;I get lost and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly suddenly&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To be different from me&lt;br /&gt;Are we the same&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;Would you comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Would you cry with me&lt;br /&gt;I am small&lt;br /&gt;And the world is big&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid of anything&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To be different from me&lt;br /&gt;Are we the same&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;You're different from me&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/1600/avril_lavigne_07.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/400/avril_lavigne_07.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-115194267397960129?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/115194267397960129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=115194267397960129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115194267397960129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115194267397960129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/07/ecco-avril.html' title='ecco Avril'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-115134952672403562</id><published>2006-06-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:24:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>postverbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Secondo me non è vero che chi dorme non piglia pesci, basta avere l'esca giusta.&lt;br /&gt;Poi, chi fa da sè non fa per tre, ma per sè. E l'unione fa la forza solo quando ognuno fa per tre (se si è in tre).&lt;br /&gt;Can che abbaia morde (il mio) soprattutto se è un cucciolo. Chi trova un amico non trova un tesoro, lo diventa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-115134952672403562?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/115134952672403562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=115134952672403562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115134952672403562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115134952672403562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/06/postverbi.html' title='postverbi'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-115032589514918153</id><published>2006-06-14T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:13:39.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehnsucht</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/1600/s_font.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/400/s_font.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehnsucht e` una parola tedesca che significa desiderio, e` stata usata nella filosofia idealistica per introdurre il concetto dell`uomo che si compiace di desiderare l`impossibile, aspirando a superare tutte le barriere del reale nonostante sia coscenzioso dell`impotenza umana nel compiere questo atto. Fichte in particolare definiva l`uomo come una lotta inesaurinile contro ogni limite e uno sforzo infinito verso la liberta`. Lotta e sforzo implicano naturalmente sofferenza e fatica, ma la vita e` di per se` lotta e opposizione. Sehnsucht e` anche una canzone dei Rammstein, della quale l`ultimo verso riporta &lt;em&gt;Sehnsucht its so graudam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;sehnsucht&gt; che significa &lt;em&gt;il desiderio è così crudele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;il&gt;. Comunque io trovo che tale sentimento, ovvero un desiderio irrealizzabile, sia una fonte di forza e di slancio emotivo e intellettuale nella propria vita che fa maturare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/mp3.swf" width="200" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;config=http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/config-200x100-nostart.xml&amp;amp;file=http://www.filelodge.com/files/room12/291556/01.%20Sehnsucht.mp3" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://filelodge.bolt.com/"&gt;Image Hosting&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://filelodge.bolt.com/"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gamedip.com"&gt;Myspace Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-115032589514918153?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/115032589514918153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=115032589514918153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115032589514918153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/115032589514918153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/06/sehnsucht.html' title='Sehnsucht'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-115019377800291229</id><published>2006-06-13T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:05:21.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dai Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/1600/nirvana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/400/nirvana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkartista" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/a&gt; (With The Lights Out)&lt;br /&gt;Dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like them&lt;br /&gt;But I can pretend&lt;br /&gt;The sun is gone&lt;br /&gt;But I have a light&lt;br /&gt;The day is done&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm dumb&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just happy&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just happy&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broke&lt;br /&gt;But I have some glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(potrei essere muta, o non avere niente da dire perchè sono felice così, non importa se il mio cuore è rotto tanto ho sempre della colla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Help me inhale&lt;br /&gt;And mend it with you&lt;br /&gt;We'll float around&lt;br /&gt;And hang out on clouds&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll come down&lt;br /&gt;And have a hangover&lt;br /&gt;Have a hangover&lt;br /&gt;Skin the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Wish away&lt;br /&gt;The soul is cheap&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;Soothe the burn&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like them&lt;br /&gt;But I can pretend&lt;br /&gt;The sun is gone&lt;br /&gt;But I have a light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(e anche se il sole se ne va io ho una torcia che posso accendere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is done&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/mp3.swf" width="200" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;config=http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/config-200x100-nostart.xml&amp;amp;file=http://www.filelodge.com/files/room12/291556/Nirvana%20-%2006%20-%20Dumb.mp3" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://filelodge.bolt.com/"&gt;Image Hosting&lt;/a&gt; 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Io mi sento libera quando non penso al dopo, a quello che devo fare dopo e a quello che puo succedere dopo, quando sto bene osservando quello che mi circonda, quando mi sembra di vedere tutte le cose da lontano, compresa la mia vita di tutti i giorni: nulla mi influenza nello stato d animo, nulla mi interessa particolarmente ma tutto mi sembra bello, come osservare un quadro dove non sei dentro. Quando mi sento libera sto bene e mi adatto a qualunque situazione e a qualunque compagnia, anche a quella di uno sconosciuto. Ho letto da qualche parte poi che si e liberi quando non si e schiavi delle passioni e degli interessi, ma si e padroni di se stessi, perche ci si sente liberi di fare qualunque cosa, ci si sente di poter vivere in tanti modi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-114934565991100503?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/114934565991100503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=114934565991100503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114934565991100503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114934565991100503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/06/essere-una-persona-libera.html' title='essere una persona libera'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-114866193815482354</id><published>2006-05-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:59:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger Queen: Placebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/1600/Gruppo1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/200/Gruppo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly bemused by his lack of direction&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Came to this world by caesarean section&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Chooses his clothes to match his pallid complexion&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Now it takes him all day just to get an erection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense at all&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(le cose non sono come sembrano, non ha senso niente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes out to cruise and to meet his connection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;He never scores he just gets an infection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;He dreams of a place with a better selection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Still it takes him all day just to get an erection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Luxemburger Queen&lt;br /&gt;He's a Burger Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly bemused by the total rejection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Came to this world by caesarean section&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of a place with a better selection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of a face that is pure perfection&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Luxemburger Queen&lt;br /&gt;Luxemburger Queen&lt;br /&gt;Luxemburger Queen&lt;br /&gt;He's a Burger Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/mp3.swf" width="200" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="&amp;config=http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/config-200x100-nostart.xml&amp;amp;file=http://www.filelodge.com/files/room12/291556/Placebo%20-%20Burger%20Queen.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://filelodge.bolt.com/"&gt;Image Hosting&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://filelodge.bolt.com/"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gamedip.com"&gt;Myspace Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-114866193815482354?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/114866193815482354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=114866193815482354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114866193815482354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114866193815482354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/05/burger-queen-placebo.html' title='Burger Queen: Placebo'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-114838969538957135</id><published>2006-05-23T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:42:23.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>categoria: tra i miei preferiti testi musicali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/1600/tiromancino.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/400/tiromancino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkartista" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Tiromancino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkartista" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;In Continuo Movimento (2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Progresso Da Lontano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho provato ad immaginare il progresso&lt;br /&gt;Come una grande anima malata&lt;br /&gt;Una enorme concatenazione di cause ed effetti&lt;br /&gt;Grandi numeri e probabilità infinitesimali&lt;br /&gt;Come certe albe di Roma&lt;br /&gt;La cui luce elenca piano gli alberi&lt;br /&gt;Così la linea del progresso si espande&lt;br /&gt;Trasformando i colori delle cose in uno solo&lt;br /&gt;Il bianco&lt;br /&gt;Ho provato ad immaginare il progresso&lt;br /&gt;Come masse di uomini che si spostano&lt;br /&gt;Rincorrendo equilibri impossibili&lt;br /&gt;Mescolando il colore di una bandiera&lt;br /&gt;Con il rumore elettrico di un fast food&lt;br /&gt;Io confondo il bene con i beni&lt;br /&gt;E mi disperdo la coscienza in sensi unici&lt;br /&gt;Guarderò il progresso da lontano&lt;br /&gt;Per esserne affascinato e non coinvolto fino in fondo&lt;br /&gt;Non vedo un altro modo per salvare l’entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;In questo mondo&lt;br /&gt;Dove ognuno tende ad inseguire&lt;br /&gt;Solo l’ideale di se stesso&lt;br /&gt;Moltiplicando il senso del potere&lt;br /&gt;Ricercando il compromesso&lt;br /&gt;Eppure noi viviamo nel progresso&lt;br /&gt;Lo utilizziamo per ascoltarci&lt;br /&gt;Per accomaodarci, per salvare l’entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;E lo fraintendiamo con la cultura dell’immagine&lt;br /&gt;Del corpo, dell’apparenza&lt;br /&gt;Ne occupiamo le frequenze, e ci serviamo di certe sue estensioni fino a rimanerne abbronzati perchè può sostituire anche la luce del sole e la ricerca di un Dio&lt;br /&gt;Così, d’istinto, cerchiamo protezione&lt;br /&gt;E poniamo distanze tra l’ieale di noi stessi&lt;br /&gt;E tutto il diverso&lt;br /&gt;Moltiplicando il senso del potere, ricercando il compromesso.&lt;br /&gt;Guarderò il progresso da lontano&lt;br /&gt;Per esserne affascinato e non coinvolto fino in fondo&lt;br /&gt;Non vedo un altro modo per salvare l’entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;In questo mondo&lt;br /&gt;Dove ognuno tende ad inseguire&lt;br /&gt;Solo l’ideale di se stesso&lt;br /&gt;Moltiplicando il senso del potere&lt;br /&gt;Ricercando il compromesso&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace immaginare un altro punto dell’universo&lt;br /&gt;Opposto al nostro&lt;br /&gt;Dove un uomo divaga sul progresso del suo mondo&lt;br /&gt;Da una finestra ricavata&lt;br /&gt;In mezzo a una metropoli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-114838969538957135?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/114838969538957135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=114838969538957135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114838969538957135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114838969538957135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/05/categoria-tra-i-miei-preferiti-testi.html' title='categoria: tra i miei preferiti testi musicali'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28593862.post-114838187026331816</id><published>2006-05-23T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T05:17:01.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mondo è un bugia (categoria dei pensieri di una ragazza comune che si sente un po' artista e un pò filosofa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/1600/mora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2724/3031/400/mora2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perché il futuro é una bugia, perchè tu sei una bugia, perchè la felicità è una bugia, ma le bugie sono belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il disegno che ho qui pubblicato è fatto da me (scannerizzo i miei schizzi e li coloro al pc con Photo deluxe); potrebbe rappresentare una giovane che, a seguito di una delusione, formula nei suoi pensieri le parole di cui sopra da me scritte. La lacrima, evidente come il corvino dei suoi capelli, sottolinea la sua bellezza e la sua femminilità, a indicare che la sofferenza fa maturare, e solo dopo la scoperta della realtà, seppur cupa, si raggiunge il meglio di sè. La semplicità del disegno basta a esternare un mio stato d'animo. &lt;br /&gt;Riguardo le parole da me scritte, per "Il mondo è una bugia" intendo che ciò che perciepiamo della realtà non è mai verità assuluta, e poichè è possibile rendersi conto di questo è facile nell'arco della vita sentire la delusione&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28593862-114838187026331816?l=il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/feeds/114838187026331816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28593862&amp;postID=114838187026331816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114838187026331816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28593862/posts/default/114838187026331816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://il-mondo-una-bugia.blogspot.com/2006/05/il-mondo-un-bugia-categoria-dei.html' title='Il mondo è un bugia (categoria dei pensieri di una ragazza comune che si sente un po&apos; artista e un pò filosofa)'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622990763526705439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5825/foto2336ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
