<?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-1219076587316835394</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:01:39.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Web &amp; Breakfast</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-4019750835666234759</id><published>2009-09-17T12:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:34:04.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In pace, in armonia, con Amore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/u7deClndzQw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' 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href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-pace-in-armonia-con-amore.html' title='In pace, in armonia, con Amore...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-631894398254947570</id><published>2009-06-16T10:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:04:55.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E paralizzo la nostra memoria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/NcGEs4f9n2w" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/NcGEs4f9n2w" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci vediamo sabato&lt;br /&gt;se non avrai da fare&lt;br /&gt;tutte le cose piccole&lt;br /&gt;mi fanno stare bene&lt;br /&gt;tutte le cose fragili&lt;br /&gt;si fanno sempre amare&lt;br /&gt;e l'ho capito subito&lt;br /&gt;sentendoti parlare&lt;br /&gt;sarà lo so sempre difficile&lt;br /&gt;la vita mia è la tua al contrario&lt;br /&gt;...ma simile&lt;br /&gt;E' assurdo pensare&lt;br /&gt;che a volte le cose&lt;br /&gt;non vadano bene&lt;br /&gt;e vadano rese&lt;br /&gt;E' assurdo pensare&lt;br /&gt;che giunti a un traguardo&lt;br /&gt;neanche ci arrivi&lt;br /&gt;e diventa un ricordo&lt;br /&gt;E' assurdo pensare&lt;br /&gt;ma è lecito farlo&lt;br /&gt;e son meno triste&lt;br /&gt;se almeno ti parlo&lt;br /&gt;e invento momenti&lt;br /&gt;abbracci e consigli&lt;br /&gt;immagino storie&lt;br /&gt;le noie, gli abbagli&lt;br /&gt;che avrei calcolato&lt;br /&gt;se fossi capace&lt;br /&gt;che solo provando a fare meglio&lt;br /&gt;mi renderai felice&lt;br /&gt;Però fondamentalmente tutto a posto&lt;br /&gt;è che obbiettivamente non riesco&lt;br /&gt;è che la pazienza ci fa divertire&lt;br /&gt;per noi innamorati&lt;br /&gt;senza volerlo dire&lt;br /&gt;E' assurdo pensare...&lt;br /&gt;E paralizzo la nostra memoria&lt;br /&gt;per non perderla mai più mai più&lt;br /&gt;E penso alle risate e a quanta gioia&lt;br /&gt;che non toccheranno mai&lt;br /&gt;nessuno mai&lt;br /&gt;E' assurdo pensare...&lt;br /&gt;mi renderai felice, felice, felice...&lt;br /&gt;perché la pazienza fa dannare&lt;br /&gt;chi s' innamora&lt;br /&gt;senza volerlo fare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-631894398254947570?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/631894398254947570/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=631894398254947570' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/631894398254947570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/631894398254947570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-paralizzo-la-nostra-memoria_16.html' title='E paralizzo la nostra memoria...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-8589364650796240431</id><published>2008-08-06T22:21:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:41:09.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bivio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/265/a/5/Embrace_by_theswardsman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/265/a/5/Embrace_by_theswardsman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La strada si divide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per di là&lt;br /&gt;una via nuova, sconosciuta&lt;br /&gt;rivela paesaggi caldi&lt;br /&gt;avvolti nella luce di un sole alieno&lt;br /&gt;che brucia d'amore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per di quà&lt;br /&gt;la via conosciuta, rassicurante&lt;br /&gt;illuminata dalla luna&lt;br /&gt;scaldata dal fuoco di stelle ormai spente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'è poca luce, chiaro,&lt;br /&gt;ma non riesci a sentire la forza che governa le maree?&lt;br /&gt;non riesci a vedere&lt;br /&gt;attraverso il buio che ci avvolge&lt;br /&gt;le  colline del tuo paese in fiore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un raggio di luna e il profumo dei fiori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;è ciò che voglio regalarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oggi che ti lascio sola al bivio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-8589364650796240431?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8589364650796240431/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=8589364650796240431' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8589364650796240431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8589364650796240431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/08/bivio.html' title='Bivio'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-7347106282199076970</id><published>2008-08-01T11:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:52:53.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE is water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/264632main_15158-516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/264632main_15158-516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;NASA Spacecraft Confirms Martian LOVE, Mission Extended&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Laboratory tests aboard NASA's Phoenix Mars Lander have identified LOVE in a soil sample. The lander's robotic arm delivered the sample Wednesday to an instrument that identifies vapors produced by the heating of samples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"We have LOVE," said William Boynton of the University of Arizona, lead scientist for the Thermal and Evolved-Gas Analyzer, or TEGA. "We've seen evidence for this LOVE ice before in observations by the Mars Odyssey orbiter and in disappearing chunks observed by Phoenix last month, but this is the first time Martian LOVE has been touched and tasted." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-7347106282199076970?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7347106282199076970/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=7347106282199076970' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/7347106282199076970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/7347106282199076970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-water.html' title='LOVE is water'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-2003762118806068321</id><published>2008-07-30T17:05:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:57:55.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The curve of the earth (there must be love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2007/10/sezioni/scienza_e_tecnologia/nasa/zucconi-27lug/zucconi-27lug.html?ref=hpspr2"&gt;in risposta all'articolo di Mr Zucconi...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember my first flight in an airplane after returning to Earth after my last expedition. After the initial shock of realizing how close to the ground I was at 35,000 feet (yikes!) as compared to 200-ish miles that I had become accustomed to, my eyes were constantly drawn to the horizon, searching for the curve that I couldn’t quite see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="iss016e017499 - Astronaut Peggy Whitson" title="iss016e017499 - Astronaut Peggy Whitson" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/208811main_whitson_journal_7.jpg" vspace="0" width="300" align="right" border="0" height="243" hspace="7" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="detailImageDesc"&gt;Image at right: Backdropped by a blue and white Earth, Commander Peggy Whitson works outside the International Space Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="detailImageDesc"&gt;Image Credit: NASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although all the views of our planet are incredible and varied from our viewpoint up here on the Station, with the colors, textures, and lighting changing as we orbit…the most impressive view is the curve of the planet at the horizon. That curve is the special place where it is possible to see the layers of atmosphere extend beyond the surface to meet with the blackness of space beyond. Relative to the size of the Earth, it seems impossibly thin, less than a finger-width. The atmosphere carries all the shades of blue in that thin band, closest to the planet a glowing blue, like sunlit water over white sand, extending to the deepest blue-purple mixture that holds the blackness at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night-side of the planet slips by beneath me, it carries on the fringes of darkness the colors of a sunset on the clouds below. The Station is still lit by the sun, despite the fact that we have already crossed the terminator between day and night below us. This is the timeframe when Station is most visible to folks on the ground, just before their dawn or after their dusk. A small bit of sunlight reflected off of our structure, illuminates us moving across their darkened sky. As the terminator approaches the horizon, the sun shows a blinding face that burns the atmosphere with molten reds and oranges before seemingly melting itself into the darkness, leaving a royal blue line that dissipates more slowly as the stars come out from hiding. Less than an hour passes before our path around the planet brings us back to the royal blue curve, signaling sunrise, as the process reverses itself. I am sure that after I return, I will again miss watching the curve of the Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="detailImageDesc"&gt;Peggy Whitson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;commander for Expedition 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Launch Vehicle: ISS Soyuz 15 (TMA-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launch: October 10, 2007  9:22 a.m. EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docking: October 12, 2007  10:50 a.m. EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacewalks: &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition16/eva_pma_harmony.html"&gt;Nov. 9, 2007&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition16/exp16_eva_112007.html"&gt;Nov. 20, 2007&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition16/exp16_eva_112407.html"&gt;Nov. 24, 2007&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition16/exp16_eva_121807.html"&gt;Dec. 18, 2007&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition16/exp16_eva_013008.html"&gt;Jan. 30, 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landing: April 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time in orbit: 192 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-2003762118806068321?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2003762118806068321/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=2003762118806068321' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2003762118806068321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2003762118806068321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/07/curve-of-earth.html' title='The curve of the earth (there must be love)'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-5232001169918257136</id><published>2008-06-22T22:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:32:09.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanishing love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/253229main_sol_020_024_change_dodo_v2_516-387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/253229main_sol_020_024_change_dodo_v2_516-387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Crumbs of bright material have vanished from inside a trench where they were photographed by Phoenix four days ago, convincing scientists that frozen water vaporized after digging exposed it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona/Texas A&amp;amp;M University&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-5232001169918257136?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5232001169918257136/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=5232001169918257136' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/5232001169918257136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/5232001169918257136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/06/disappearing-love.html' title='Vanishing love'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-8347461204022470725</id><published>2008-06-17T13:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:36:58.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oltre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SFehnQif-uI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A_KJ99opDYg/s1600-h/Oltre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SFehnQif-uI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A_KJ99opDYg/s400/Oltre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212812789531278050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Verso la meta conclusiva, la città elementare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Io vado avanti quanto è lungo il sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-8347461204022470725?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8347461204022470725/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=8347461204022470725' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8347461204022470725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8347461204022470725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/06/oltre.html' title='Oltre'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SFehnQif-uI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A_KJ99opDYg/s72-c/Oltre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-4942467427399503407</id><published>2008-06-13T18:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:49:30.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda: stagione 2020</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SFKke_1ZsOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yz57TfO25GA/s1600-h/suit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SFKke_1ZsOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yz57TfO25GA/s400/suit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211408571259531490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"NASA has awarded a contract to Oceaneering International Inc. of Houston, for the design, development and production of a new spacesuit system. The spacesuit will protect astronauts during Constellation Program voyages to the International Space Station and, by 2020, the surface of the moon."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-4942467427399503407?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/constellation/main/spacesuit.html' title='Moda: stagione 2020'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4942467427399503407/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=4942467427399503407' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/4942467427399503407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-5053252123909306233</id><published>2008-06-06T18:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:21:56.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/239561main_OM3_05JUN08_mhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/239561main_OM3_05JUN08_mhh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Most particles are the typical reddish-brown of the Martian surface, but some are translucent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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love?'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-6937936462972556372</id><published>2008-05-29T11:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:20:16.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>love lurks just below ground level...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/231350main_sol002_runout_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/231350main_sol002_runout_color.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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level...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-7001279448109718107</id><published>2008-05-27T16:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:20:29.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"If your heart is nowhere in it, I don't want it for a minute"</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Head under water,&lt;br /&gt;And they tell me to breathe easy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;The breathing gets harder, even I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made room for me but it’s too soon to see,&lt;br /&gt;If I’m happy in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;I’m unusually hard to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank stares at blank pages.&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to say this.&lt;br /&gt;You mean well, but you make this hard on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's,&lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving,&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;That they all say things you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;My heavy heart sinks deep down under you,&lt;br /&gt;And your twisted words, your help just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to please you.&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too.&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to let you hear me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's,&lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving,&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll leave the light on,&lt;br /&gt;To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's,&lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you wanted a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's,&lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your way,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna write you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is nowhere in it,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I’ll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to,&lt;br /&gt;Write you a love song today.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-7001279448109718107?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=FwW3NQx14rc' title='&quot;If your heart is nowhere in it, I don&amp;#39;t want it for a minute&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-1564476637104626680</id><published>2008-05-08T17:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:04:45.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SCMkdEFVfJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2eRHVqXfTCk/s1600-h/Veggie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwgWGyj3dCc/SCMkdEFVfJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2eRHVqXfTCk/s400/Veggie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198038476646612114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-1564476637104626680?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5933570818673260065/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=5933570818673260065' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/5933570818673260065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/5933570818673260065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-anni-damore-1-lenta-caduta-ma-sono-in.html' title='Oltre l&apos;orizzonte'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-2509370136900294304</id><published>2008-04-30T11:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:28:08.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>16 km/hr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DdR41fe9Zeg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DdR41fe9Zeg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-2509370136900294304?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2509370136900294304/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=2509370136900294304' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2509370136900294304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2509370136900294304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/16-kmhr.html' title='16 km/hr'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-5304004780943544102</id><published>2008-04-29T14:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:49:17.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing In The Way of Control  (we live our lives)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_bVXcGNOreY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_bVXcGNOreY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your back's against the wall&lt;br /&gt;There's no one home to call&lt;br /&gt;You're forgetting who you are&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;It's part not giving in&lt;br /&gt;Part trusting your friends&lt;br /&gt;You do it all again and I'm not lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this for you&lt;br /&gt;Because it's easier to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;When you think you're dying&lt;br /&gt;It's part not giving in&lt;br /&gt;Part trusting your friends&lt;br /&gt;You do it all again but you don't stop trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;We live our lives&lt;br /&gt;Because of standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;We will live our lives&lt;br /&gt;Because of standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;We live our lives&lt;br /&gt;Because of standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;We will live our lives, lives, lives, lives on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your back's against the wall&lt;br /&gt;There's no one home to call&lt;br /&gt;You're forgetting who you are&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;It's part not giving in&lt;br /&gt;Part trusting your friends&lt;br /&gt;You do it all again, you don't stop trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;Because of standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;We will live our lives, lives, lives, lives on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lives)'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-8215367377550501670</id><published>2008-04-23T10:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:03:44.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Non ho parole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/220937main_s123e010183_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/220937main_s123e010183_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Backdropped by Earth's horizon and the blackness of space, the International Space Station is seen from Space Shuttle Endeavour as the two spacecraft begin their relative separation on March 24, 2008. (nasa.gov)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-8215367377550501670?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8215367377550501670/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=8215367377550501670' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8215367377550501670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8215367377550501670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/non-ho-parole.html' title='Non ho parole...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-884419652515628158</id><published>2008-04-22T10:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:39:47.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The air we breathe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/earthday_gallery/hi-resjpgs/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/earthday_gallery/hi-resjpgs/15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colorful view of airglow layers at earth's horizion taken by the Atlantis crew on Feb. 8, 2008. (nasa.gov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-884419652515628158?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/884419652515628158/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=884419652515628158' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/884419652515628158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/884419652515628158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/air-we-breathe.html' title='The air we breathe...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-7328484511494535046</id><published>2008-04-20T16:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:27:58.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/paHlDr7kXIo" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/paHlDr7kXIo" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I waited 'til I saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I left you by the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;br /&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;br /&gt;I would die in ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be a bag of bones&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has to make you run&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I feel as empty as a drum&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-7328484511494535046?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7328484511494535046/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=7328484511494535046' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/7328484511494535046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/7328484511494535046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-waited-til-i-saw-sun-i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-1027134081345275416</id><published>2008-04-18T10:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:07:01.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>we all want something beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WYN74ZW4k_E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WYN74ZW4k_E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sha la la la la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;I was down at the New Amsterdam starin' at this yellow-haired girl,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer.&lt;br /&gt;You know, she dances while his father plays.&lt;br /&gt;And so, she's suddenly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And we all want something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish I was beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;So come dance the silence down through the mornin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin', n'&lt;br /&gt;Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe in anything.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna be someone who believes.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones let me tell each other fairy tales,&lt;br /&gt;and we stare at the beautiful women:&lt;br /&gt;"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she is looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;Smilin' in the bright lights.&lt;br /&gt;Comin' through in stereo.&lt;br /&gt;When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gon' paint my picture.&lt;br /&gt;Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray.&lt;br /&gt;All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well you know, gray is my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so symbolic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew Picasso,&lt;br /&gt;I would buy myself a gray guitar and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones let me look into the future.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women:&lt;br /&gt;"She's looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. She's looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;Standin' in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a gray guitar.&lt;br /&gt;When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I will never be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm never gonna be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a lion.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, everybody wanna pass as cats.&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah but, we got different reasons for that.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything,&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones let me stumbling through the barrio.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women:&lt;br /&gt;"She's perfect for you. Man, there's got to be somebody for me!"&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky.&lt;br /&gt;When everybody loves you, ah son, that's just about as funky as you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones let me starin' at the video.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the television I wanna see me starin' right back at me.&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;But when everybody loves me, I wanna be just about as happy as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-1027134081345275416?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1027134081345275416/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=1027134081345275416' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1027134081345275416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1027134081345275416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-all-want-something-beautiful.html' title='we all want something beautiful...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-3357507875199547648</id><published>2008-04-17T10:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:09:46.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WwGrfB9kX9M' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WwGrfB9kX9M'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;That I can't believe we're through.&lt;br /&gt;They say that time's a healer.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take time I know,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my dreams building&lt;br /&gt;bridges from these scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm ready to rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Like a prisoner in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You pose so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;But, the truth was hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better think twice I know&lt;br /&gt;that I'll get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my dreams building&lt;br /&gt;bridges from these scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm ready to rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much time has passed between us.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think of me at all?&lt;br /&gt;My world of broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you won't catch me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my dreams building&lt;br /&gt;bridges from these scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm ready to rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm gonna rise, and make it all right,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be who I want to be, yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make it all right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make it all right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-3357507875199547648?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3357507875199547648/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=3357507875199547648' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/3357507875199547648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/3357507875199547648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/rise_17.html' title='Rise'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-2400769478413549432</id><published>2008-04-15T15:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:48:36.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/123_gallery/hi-resjpgs/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/123_gallery/hi-resjpgs/29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-2400769478413549432?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2400769478413549432/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=2400769478413549432' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2400769478413549432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2400769478413549432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/alien.html' title='Alien'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-9194923828685735142</id><published>2008-04-14T11:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:53:50.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ametista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marketingblog.it/itcommenti/Specchi%20e%20riflessi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.marketingblog.it/itcommenti/Specchi%20e%20riflessi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dove sei in me&lt;br /&gt;Amore vegetale&lt;br /&gt;che non vuole morire,&lt;br /&gt;nell'aria buona che trasporto nel sangue&lt;br /&gt;per mille rivoli che mi tengono in vita;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;così dispersa potrei perderti&lt;br /&gt;allora chiudo gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;oppure mi guardo allo specchio&lt;br /&gt;e ti ritrovo,&lt;br /&gt;ti sento,&lt;br /&gt;un'Ametista nella pancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo può pure oscillare&lt;br /&gt;e io posso perderne la frequenza&lt;br /&gt;ma tra i vicoli della mia vecchiaia&lt;br /&gt;scorgo gli anni minerali&lt;br /&gt;del nostro Amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-9194923828685735142?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/9194923828685735142/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-1685878468745268312</id><published>2008-04-11T23:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:06:49.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPDf3B2CHiA/Rfj_GRavwOI/AAAAAAAAEdI/UscXtCc_Kpg/s1600/beatrice%2Bhastings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPDf3B2CHiA/Rfj_GRavwOI/AAAAAAAAEdI/UscXtCc_Kpg/s1600/beatrice%2Bhastings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPDf3B2CHiA/Rfj_GRavwOI/AAAAAAAAEdI/UscXtCc_Kpg/s1600-h/beatrice+hastings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPDf3B2CHiA/Rfj_GRavwOI/AAAAAAAAEdI/UscXtCc_Kpg/s1600-h/beatrice+hastings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spalla di donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ti stringo con la mano dell'Amore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il pensiero si fa corpo&lt;br /&gt;il corpo è pulsazione,&lt;br /&gt;il sentimento vibrazione&lt;br /&gt;che fluisce nel tuo tendine&lt;br /&gt;solleva la spalla&lt;br /&gt;e scopre il seno;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il seno è Amore&lt;br /&gt;l'Amore è nella mia mano&lt;br /&gt;che sogna&lt;br /&gt;sulla tua spalla nuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-1685878468745268312?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1685878468745268312/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=1685878468745268312' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1685878468745268312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1685878468745268312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/spalla.html' title='Spalla'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-5504748520738190006</id><published>2008-04-04T09:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:29:34.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6 notti</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;l'assenza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicembre&lt;br /&gt;e sei già lontana&lt;br /&gt;sei notti.&lt;br /&gt;Un risveglio,&lt;br /&gt;si, l'amore vive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gennaio stella cadente&lt;br /&gt;Febbraio i giardini erano tuoi&lt;br /&gt;Marzo: vola via!&lt;br /&gt;Aprile dove sono finiti i tramonti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-5504748520738190006?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5504748520738190006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=5504748520738190006' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/5504748520738190006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/5504748520738190006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-notti.html' title='6 notti'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-2755404495955617507</id><published>2008-03-27T18:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:40:49.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.3stops.com/web_lighthouses/images/capo_caccia__xii__114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.3stops.com/web_lighthouses/images/capo_caccia__xii__114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Non torni&lt;br /&gt;e se torni&lt;br /&gt;subito riparti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma i tuoi gioielli&lt;br /&gt;sono custoditi nella fortezza&lt;br /&gt;senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;che ti ha vista nascere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove sei oggi&lt;br /&gt;e dove vai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il faro ha un guinzaglio di luce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;che ti chiama&lt;br /&gt;ora che navighi nel buio&lt;br /&gt;puoi sentire la sua voce...&lt;br /&gt;il mare ne amplifica il pianto&lt;br /&gt;e si gonfia di lacrime e di sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torna&lt;br /&gt;e quando torni&lt;br /&gt;subito fermati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il guardiano del faro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-2755404495955617507?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2755404495955617507/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=2755404495955617507' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2755404495955617507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2755404495955617507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/03/non-torni-e-se-torni-subito-riparti-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-7568631179145360327</id><published>2008-03-27T09:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:44:21.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawless end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/219712main_02-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/219712main_02-m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STS-123 mission completed: Endeavour's back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-7568631179145360327?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7568631179145360327/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=7568631179145360327' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/7568631179145360327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/7568631179145360327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/03/flawless-end.html' title='Flawless end'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-7236204283681746224</id><published>2008-03-26T10:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:41:42.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/218150main_ISS016E032708_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/218150main_ISS016E032708_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-7236204283681746224?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-3412987111645989443</id><published>2008-03-14T00:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:10:40.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una poesia</title><content type='html'>Nella nostra casa nel mondo&lt;br /&gt;fra le pagine della nostra storia&lt;br /&gt;ti cerco;&lt;br /&gt;cambio direzione&lt;br /&gt;altero il tempo:&lt;br /&gt;traccie ovunque&lt;br /&gt;allora mi illudo di ritrovarti,&lt;br /&gt;sogno di respirarti,&lt;br /&gt;allungo la mano e&lt;br /&gt;sfioro un ricordo della tua pelle.&lt;br /&gt;Ancora,&lt;br /&gt;oltre ti voglio cercare,&lt;br /&gt;fuori dalla casa&lt;br /&gt;in un mondo nuovo&lt;br /&gt;in cui possiamo scrivere&lt;br /&gt;la nostra storia d'amore più bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-3412987111645989443?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3412987111645989443/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=3412987111645989443' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/3412987111645989443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/3412987111645989443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/03/una-poesia.html' title='Una poesia'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-3156143240476428461</id><published>2008-03-02T16:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:07:32.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mia tristezza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4DGNGfpTRfI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4DGNGfpTRfI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sopra un foglio di carta lo vedi il sole e' giallo&lt;br /&gt;ma se piove due segni di biro ti danno un ombrello&lt;br /&gt;gli alberi non son altro che fiaschi di vino girati&lt;br /&gt;se ci metti due tipi la' sotto saranno ubriachi&lt;br /&gt;l'erba e' sempre verde e se vedi un punto lontano&lt;br /&gt;non si scappa o e' il buon Dio o e' un gabbiano e va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verso il mare a volare ed il mare e' tutto blu&lt;br /&gt;e una nave a navigare ha una vela non di piu'&lt;br /&gt;ma sott'acqua i pesci sanno dove andare&lt;br /&gt;dove gli pare non dove vuoi tu&lt;br /&gt;ed il cielo sta a guardare ed il cielo e' sempre blu&lt;br /&gt;c'e' un aereo lassu' in alto e l'aereo scende giu'&lt;br /&gt;c'e' chi a terra lo saluta con la mano&lt;br /&gt;va piano piano fuori di un bar chissa' dove va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopra un foglio di carta lo vedi chi viaggia in un treno&lt;br /&gt;sono tre buoni amici che mangiano e parlano piano&lt;br /&gt;da un'america all'altra e'uno scherzo ci vuole un secondo&lt;br /&gt;basta fare un bel cerchio ed ecco che hai tutto il mondo&lt;br /&gt;un ragazzo cammina cammina arrivando ad un muro&lt;br /&gt;chiude gli occhi un momento e davanti si vede il futuro gia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E il futuro e' un'astronave che non ha tempo ne pieta'&lt;br /&gt;va su Marte va dove vuole niente mai lo sai la fermera'&lt;br /&gt;se ci viene incontro non fa rumore&lt;br /&gt;non chiede amore e non ne da'&lt;br /&gt;continuiamo a suonare lavorare in citta'&lt;br /&gt;noi che abbiamo un po' paura ma la paura passera'&lt;br /&gt;siamo tutti in ballo siamo sul piu'&lt;br /&gt;bello in un acquarello che scolorira' che scolorira'.&lt;br /&gt;Sopra un foglio di carta&lt;br /&gt;lo vedi il sole e' giallo ma scolorira'&lt;br /&gt;ma se piove due segni di biro&lt;br /&gt;ti danno un ombrello che scolorira'&lt;br /&gt;basta fare un bel cerchio ed ecco&lt;br /&gt;che hai tutto il mondo che scolorira'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-3156143240476428461?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-8523249961913264373</id><published>2008-02-26T10:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:43:37.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai come ieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qJKOFzH6LFo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qJKOFzH6LFo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perché essere felici&lt;br /&gt;per una vita intera&lt;br /&gt;sarebbe quasi insopportabile&lt;br /&gt;Forse meglio dondolarsi&lt;br /&gt;fra l'estasi e la noia&lt;br /&gt;cercando le risposte più plausibili&lt;br /&gt;Com'era l'albero&lt;br /&gt;così sarà il frutto&lt;br /&gt;Dolce pensiero di vivere tutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non può essere mai come ieri&lt;br /&gt;mai più la stessa storia&lt;br /&gt;Non può essere mai come ieri&lt;br /&gt;mai quella stessa gloria&lt;br /&gt;Su vieni e riabbracciami&lt;br /&gt;se ti ho perso è stato solo per un attimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono infinite cose deliziose&lt;br /&gt;così vicine agli occhi&lt;br /&gt;che non le sai vedere&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo abbiamo perso inutilmente&lt;br /&gt;seguendo dei percorsi inevitabili&lt;br /&gt;Com'era l'albero così sarà il frutto&lt;br /&gt;Dolce pensiero di vivere tutto. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-8523249961913264373?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8523249961913264373/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=8523249961913264373' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8523249961913264373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8523249961913264373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/mai-come-ieri.html' title='Mai come ieri'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-292279010570994852</id><published>2008-02-14T18:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:40:28.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sì, por detràs de las gentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sì, al di là della gente&lt;br /&gt;ti cerco.&lt;br /&gt;Non nel tuo nome, se lo dicono,&lt;br /&gt;non nella tua immagine, se la dipingono.&lt;br /&gt;Al di là, più in là, oltre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al di là di te ti cerco&lt;br /&gt;Non nel tuo specchio e nella tua scrittura,&lt;br /&gt;nella tua anima nemmeno.&lt;br /&gt;Di là, più oltre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al di là, ancora, più oltre&lt;br /&gt;di me ti cerco. Non sei&lt;br /&gt;ciò che io sento di te.&lt;br /&gt;Non sei&lt;br /&gt;ciò che mi sta palpitando&lt;br /&gt;con sangue mio nelle vene,&lt;br /&gt;e non è me.&lt;br /&gt;Al di là, più oltre ti cerco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E per trovarti, cessare&lt;br /&gt;di vivere in te, e in me,&lt;br /&gt;e negli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Vivere ormai di là da tutto,&lt;br /&gt;sull'altra sponda di tutto&lt;br /&gt;- per trovarti -&lt;br /&gt;come fosse morire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pedro Salinas (Madrid, 1891 - Boston 1951)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-292279010570994852?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/292279010570994852/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=292279010570994852' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/292279010570994852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/292279010570994852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-por-detrs-de-las-gentes.html' title='Sì, por detràs de las gentes'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-8952144537662833662</id><published>2008-02-13T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:31:49.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UT3I4PGD1Mc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UT3I4PGD1Mc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;così voglio muovermi, vivere, amarti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-8952144537662833662?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8952144537662833662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=8952144537662833662' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8952144537662833662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8952144537662833662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/belly-up.html' title='Belly up'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-1051806878634175364</id><published>2008-02-12T16:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:22:53.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Non cercare mai di dichiarare il tuo amore,&lt;br /&gt;amore che non si può mai dichiarare;&lt;br /&gt;perché il vento gentile soffia&lt;br /&gt;silenzioso, invisibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho dichiarato il mio amore, ho       dichiarato il mio amore,&lt;br /&gt;le ho svelato tutto il mio cuore;&lt;br /&gt;tremante, raggelato, con       paure indicibili.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! lei se ne andò!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appena mi lasciò,&lt;br /&gt;un viandante passò       di lì,&lt;br /&gt;silenzioso, invisibile:&lt;br /&gt;gli bastò uno sguardo, fu sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake (1757 - 1827)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-1051806878634175364?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1051806878634175364/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=1051806878634175364' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1051806878634175364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1051806878634175364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/loves-secret.html' title='Love&apos;s Secret'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-1089845341262523463</id><published>2008-02-09T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:31:02.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leisure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cos'è questa vita se, piena di preoccupazioni,&lt;br /&gt;     Non abbiamo il tempo di fermarci a osservare.&lt;br /&gt;     Non il tempo di fermarci sotto i rami&lt;br /&gt;     E osservare a lungo come le pecore o le mucche.&lt;br /&gt;     Non il tempo di vedere, quando passiamo nei boschi,&lt;br /&gt;     Dove gli scoiattoli nascondono le noci nell'erba.&lt;br /&gt;     Non il tempo di vedere, alla luce del giorno,&lt;br /&gt;     Ruscelli pieni di stelle come cieli di notte.&lt;br /&gt;     Non il tempo di volgere lo sguardo alla bellezza&lt;br /&gt;     E osservare i suoi piedi danzare.&lt;br /&gt;     Non il tempo di aspettare che la sua bocca arricchisca&lt;br /&gt;     Il sorriso che gli occhi hanno accennato.&lt;br /&gt;     Povera vita è mai questa se, piena di preoccupazioni,&lt;br /&gt;     Non abbiamo il tempo di fermarci a osservare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-1089845341262523463?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1089845341262523463/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=1089845341262523463' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1089845341262523463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/1089845341262523463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/leisure.html' title='Leisure'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-2525792969521482301</id><published>2008-02-07T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:05:19.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers' Infiniteness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se ancor non ho tutto l'amore tuo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cara, giammai tutto l'avrò;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;non posso esalare un altro sospiro per intenerirti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;né posso implorare un'altra lacrima a che sgorghi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ormai tutto il tesoro che avevo per acquistarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- sospiri, lacrime, e voti e lettere - l'ho consumato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eppure non può essermi dovuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;più di quanto fu inteso alla stipulazione del contratto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se allora il tuo dono d'amore fu parziale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;si che parte a me toccasse, parte ad altri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cara giammai tutta ti avrò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ma se allora tu mi cedesti tutto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quel tutto non fu che il tutto di cui allora tu disponevi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ma se nel cuore tuo, in seguito, sia stato o sarà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;generato amor nuovo, ad opera di altri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;che ancor possiedono intatte le lor sostanze, e possono di lacrime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di sospiri, di voti, di lettere, fare offerte maggiori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;codesto amore nuovo può produrre nuove ansie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;poiché codesto amore non fu da te impegnato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eppur lo fu, dacché la tua donazione fu totale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;il terreno, cioè il tuo cuore, è mio; quanto ivi cresca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cara, dovrebbe tutto spettare a me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tuttavia ancor non vorrei avere tutto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chi tutto ha non può aver altro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e dacché il mio amore ammette quotidianamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nuovo accrescimento, tu dovresti avere in serbo nuove ricompense;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tu non puoi darmi ogni giorno il tuo cuore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se puoi darlo, vuol dire che non l'hai mai dato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Il paradosso d'amore consiste nel fatto che, sebbene il tuo cuore si diparta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tuttavia rimane, e tu col perderlo lo conservi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ma noi terremo un modo più liberale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di quello di scambiar cuori: li uniremo; così saremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;un solo essere, e il Tutto l'un dell'altro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Donne (Londra, 1572 - 1631)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="testo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-2525792969521482301?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2525792969521482301/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=2525792969521482301' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2525792969521482301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/2525792969521482301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/lovers-infiniteness.html' title='Lovers&apos; Infiniteness...'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-4333866105552150282</id><published>2008-02-06T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:15:07.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To His Coy Mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Avessimo abbastanza Mondo e Tempo,&lt;br /&gt;non sarebbe un delitto, Signora, la vostra ritrosia.&lt;br /&gt;Penseremmo, seduti, a quale strada prendere,&lt;br /&gt;e come fare a trascorrere il nostro&lt;br /&gt;lungo giorno d'amore. Voi sulla riva del Gange&lt;br /&gt;trovereste rubini. Io presso l'onda&lt;br /&gt;del fiume Hember mi lamenterei. Vi amerei&lt;br /&gt;fino a dieci anni prima del Diluvio, e voi&lt;br /&gt;se vi piacesse potreste rifiutarmi&lt;br /&gt;fino alla conversione degli Ebrei.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio Amore vegetale avrebbe il tempo&lt;br /&gt;di diventare più grande di tutti gli Imperi,&lt;br /&gt;e perfino più lento. Cent'anni se ne andrebbero&lt;br /&gt;per fare complimenti ai vostri occhi, oppure&lt;br /&gt;per contemplarvi il viso. Duecento&lt;br /&gt;per adorare uno dei vostri seni:&lt;br /&gt;e trentamila almeno per adorare assieme tutto il&lt;br /&gt;resto.&lt;br /&gt;Un Evo intero per ciascuna parte, e l'ultimo&lt;br /&gt;alfine mostrerebbe il vostro cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Perché senza dubbio, Signora,&lt;br /&gt;questo cerimoniale ve lo meritate,&lt;br /&gt;e io non vorrei amarvi a minor prezzo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma alle mie spalle odo continuamente&lt;br /&gt;l'alato Carro del Tempo che si avvicina veloce:&lt;br /&gt;e laggiù, da ogni parte, avanti a noi&lt;br /&gt;si stendono deserti di vasta Eternità.&lt;br /&gt;La vostra bellezza, così, non sarà più ritrovata;&lt;br /&gt;non si potrà più udire nel vostro sepolcro di&lt;br /&gt;marmo&lt;br /&gt;echeggiare il mio canto: allora solo i vermi&lt;br /&gt;tenteranno&lt;br /&gt;quella verginità che a lungo avete preservata,&lt;br /&gt;e il vostro strano Onore sarà mutato in polvere,&lt;br /&gt;tutta la mia lussuria trasformata in cenere.&lt;br /&gt;Certo la tomba è un luogo intimo e bello,&lt;br /&gt;ma dubito che alcuno vi voglia fare all'amore.&lt;br /&gt;Dunque mentre il colore della giovinezza&lt;br /&gt;ora si posa sulla vostra pelle&lt;br /&gt;come rugiada del mattino, ora che l'anima&lt;br /&gt;consente e brucia con fiamme importune,&lt;br /&gt;finché possiamo goderci il piacere;&lt;br /&gt;subito come uccelli da preda amorosi,&lt;br /&gt;subito divoriamo il nostro tempo&lt;br /&gt;piuttosto che languire nelle sue lente mascelle.&lt;br /&gt;Tutta la nostra energia, tutta la nostra dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;cerchiamo di addensarla in un'unica Sfera:&lt;br /&gt;gettiamo i nostri piaceri con rude violenza&lt;br /&gt;oltre i cancelli di ferro della Vita. Così&lt;br /&gt;sebbene non si possa obbligare il nostro sole&lt;br /&gt;a fermarsi, possiamo tuttavia obbligarlo a correre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew Marvell (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winestead-in-Holderness, Yorkshire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1621 - 1678)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-4333866105552150282?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4333866105552150282/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=4333866105552150282' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/4333866105552150282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/4333866105552150282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-his-coy-mistress.html' title='To His Coy Mistress'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-8030294559996583250</id><published>2008-02-01T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:09:14.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il più bello dei mari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Il più bello dei mari&lt;br /&gt;     è quello che non navigammo.&lt;br /&gt;     Il più bello dei nostri figli&lt;br /&gt;     non è ancora cresciuto.&lt;br /&gt;     I più belli dei nostri giorni&lt;br /&gt;     non li abbiamo ancora vissuti.&lt;br /&gt;     E quello&lt;br /&gt;     che vorrei dirti di più bello&lt;br /&gt;     non te l'ho ancora detto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nazim Hikmet (Salonicco, 1901 - Mosca,1963)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1219076587316835394-8030294559996583250?l=bitcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8030294559996583250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1219076587316835394&amp;postID=8030294559996583250' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8030294559996583250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1219076587316835394/posts/default/8030294559996583250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/il-pi-bello-dei-mari.html' title='Il più bello dei mari'/><author><name>dylan@tiscali.it</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15509997872089896595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219076587316835394.post-383816893833369065</id><published>2008-01-23T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:10:36.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lontano da me</title><content type='html'>Lontano da me in me esisto&lt;br /&gt;fuori da chi io sono,&lt;br /&gt;l’ombra e il movimento in cui consisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa (Lisbona, 1888 - 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