<?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-37025958</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:40:33.152+01:00</updated><category term='dizionario'/><category term='formula1'/><category term='deutsch'/><category term='berlino'/><category term='informatica della domenica'/><category term='statistica'/><category term='books'/><category term='lama'/><category term='latex'/><category term='alieni'/><category term='skype'/><category term='s.francesco'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='vacanze'/><category term='bsg'/><category term='firefox'/><category term='boundary conditions'/><category term='informatica della domenica (pomeriggio)'/><category term='conversazioni'/><category term='family'/><category term='bimby'/><category term='physics'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='NCG'/><category term='past'/><category term='google calendar'/><category term='friends'/><category term='pensierini'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='libri'/><category term='musical'/><category term='frammenti di un discorso amoroso'/><category term='tabs'/><category term='elio'/><category term='photography'/><category term='goettingen'/><category term='exams'/><category term='nietzsche'/><category term='violoncello'/><category term='grunf'/><category term='music'/><category term='ordinary life'/><category term='theater'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='blog'/><category term='envy'/><category term='life'/><category term='jesolo'/><category term='geometry'/><category term='incontri'/><category term='algebra'/><category term='oroscope'/><category term='natale'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='racconti'/><category term='mathematics'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='ubuntu'/><category term='love'/><category term='redhead'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>...my foolish heart</title><subtitle type='html'>una caduta dal terzo piano è dannosa quanto una dal centesimo. se proprio dovrò cadere, che sia da un punto molto alto. (P.Coelho)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6530923464751173635</id><published>2010-12-02T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:43:15.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>oscillatori armonici</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Non si rendeva conto di vivere l'esperienza concreta della libertà; qualunque cosa fosse era terribile, e Annabelle era destinata a non essere più la stessa, dopo quei dieci minuti. Molti anni dopo, Michel avrebbe esposto una breve teoria della libertà umana basata sull'analogia con il comportamento dell'elio superfluido. Fenomeni atomici discreti, gli scambi di elettroni tra neuroni e sinapsi all'interno del cervello sono per principio assoggettati all'imprevedibilità quantistica; tuttavia il gran numero di neuroni fa sì che, per annullamento statistico delle differenze elementari, il comportamento umano sia - tanto in generale quanto in particolare - altrettanto rigorosamente determinato di quelli di qualsiasi altro sistema naturale. Eppure, in determinate circostanze, estremamente rare - i cristiani parlavano di stato di grazia - un'onda di coerenza nuova sorge e si propaga all'interno del cervello; si manifesta, in maniera temporanea o definitiva, un comportamento nuovo, regolato da un completamente diverso sistema di oscillatori armonici; allora si dà quello che si è convenuto di designare come atto libero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Michel Houllebecq, Le particelle elementari)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6530923464751173635?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6530923464751173635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/oscillatori-armonici.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6530923464751173635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6530923464751173635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/oscillatori-armonici.html' title='oscillatori armonici'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2930443789232970256</id><published>2010-10-23T20:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:18:17.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimby'/><title type='text'>crema di zucca e mele</title><content type='html'>sto provando a fare una crema di zucca e mele con il bimby....&lt;div&gt;è tutto work in progress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredienti:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;40 g di Olio extravergine d'oliva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 scalogno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;300 g di polpa di zucca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;400 g di mele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dado (o un cucchiaio di dado bimby) vegetale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 litro d'acqua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;noce moscata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zenzero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sale q.b&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purtroppo la zucca che abbiamo preso era piccolina. Forse è meglio cambiare le dosi, ora che la sto cucinando, mi sembra che sappia un po' troppo di mela... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questo è il procedimento:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Far soffriggere lo scalogno nell'olio: 2 minuti, 100°, vel. 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aggiungere le mele e la zucca tagliate a pezzi. 5 minuti, 100°, vel 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aggiungere l'acqua e il dado, 20 minuti, 100°, vel 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frullare: 15 sec, vel.7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aggiungere noce moscata, sale, pepe, e un pezzo di zenzero grattuggiato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addensare la crema col Varoma, 10 minuti, vel 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;speriamo in bene!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-2930443789232970256?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2930443789232970256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/crema-di-zucca-e-mele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2930443789232970256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2930443789232970256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/crema-di-zucca-e-mele.html' title='crema di zucca e mele'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6359478953795005913</id><published>2010-10-14T23:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:50:06.492+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>e se domani?</title><content type='html'>e se morissi domani? forse sto scrivendo proprio in uno squallido tentativo di scongiurare quell'eventualità...cosa significa questa paura? e cosa significano gli incubi di stanotte? due settimane fa l'allarme per terrorismo in Europa, in Germania...domani il mio viaggio attraverso una delle stazioni più trafficate...mi dico che in realtà ci sono tanti modi di morire, se mi fermassi a pensare ad ogni singola possibilità finirei immobilizzata dalle mie fobie...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rimetti a noi i nostri debiti, come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;già..e se fosse questo? il fatto di non essere in pace con me stessa, con ciò che voglio essere e ciò che voglio fare della mia vita, con le persone che mi circondano, con il mio modo di affrontare le contraddizioni del mondo che mi sta intorno? e dall'altro il desiderio di continuare ad amare, vivere, scoprire, cercare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-6359478953795005913?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6359478953795005913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-se-domani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6359478953795005913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6359478953795005913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-se-domani.html' title='e se domani?'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7884232233603552666</id><published>2010-09-04T15:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:26:49.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>^__^</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tus pies (Pablo Neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara&lt;br /&gt;miro tus pies.&lt;br /&gt;Tus pies de hueso arqueado,&lt;br /&gt;tus pequeños pies duros.&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que to sostienen,&lt;br /&gt;y que tu dulce peso&lt;br /&gt;sobre ellos se levanta.&lt;br /&gt;Tu cintura y tus pechos,&lt;br /&gt;la duplicada pu'rpura&lt;br /&gt;de tus pezones,&lt;br /&gt;la caja de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;que recien han volado,&lt;br /&gt;tu ancha boca de fruta,&lt;br /&gt;tu cabellera roja,&lt;br /&gt;pequeña torre mía.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no amo tus pies&lt;br /&gt;sino porque anduvieron&lt;br /&gt;sobre la tierra y sobre&lt;br /&gt;el viento y sobre el agua,&lt;br /&gt;hasta que me encontraron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7884232233603552666?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7884232233603552666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7884232233603552666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7884232233603552666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='^__^'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2548674886095566403</id><published>2010-08-30T14:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:25:31.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Rane</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Perchè il tempo ci sfugge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;ma il segno del tempo rimane...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 anni e qualche mese...sto bene...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-2548674886095566403?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2548674886095566403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/le-rane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2548674886095566403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2548674886095566403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/le-rane.html' title='Le Rane'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8478344183733575329</id><published>2010-06-19T18:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:21:02.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>telepatia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.feibelito.de/uploads/tx_feibeldatabase/prinz_01.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...cara Paola, questo post è per te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che cambi il layout del tuo blog con il piccolo principe...e io sono andata a vederlo a teatro proprio ieri....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8478344183733575329?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8478344183733575329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/telepatia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8478344183733575329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8478344183733575329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/telepatia.html' title='telepatia'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-676022994249521252</id><published>2010-05-12T20:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:30:54.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensierini'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alla fine ogni cosa ha suo prezzo, e quello di non suonare regolarmente ha quello dei calli che se ne vanno e che dolorosamente ritornano, sotto forma di vesciche, il giorno in cui si decide di stare tanto tempo allo strumento...oltre all'umiliazione di dover passare un'ora facendo esercizi per le dita della mano sx....&lt;div&gt;bah...me la sono cercata...vediamo se da questa cosa imparerò una buona volta che in ogni cosa ci vuole costanza e moderazione...non si può innaffiare una piantina con qualche litro d'acqua una volta al mese...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-676022994249521252?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/676022994249521252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/alla-fine-ogni-cosa-ha-suo-prezzo-e.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/676022994249521252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/676022994249521252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/alla-fine-ogni-cosa-ha-suo-prezzo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1802344192773712549</id><published>2010-04-04T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:22:33.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La sindrome della secchiona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm7cSqv8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/F07dWDQftHM/s1600/simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm7cSqv8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/F07dWDQftHM/s320/simon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456364857440518082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm7GLHrHI/AAAAAAAABcI/Ck2Q3OgFx-0/s1600/mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm7GLHrHI/AAAAAAAABcI/Ck2Q3OgFx-0/s320/mercury.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456364851503279218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm6kbCsII/AAAAAAAABcA/x_GP2EAUJkg/s1600/simon80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm6kbCsII/AAAAAAAABcA/x_GP2EAUJkg/s320/simon80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456364842443255938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1802344192773712549?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1802344192773712549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-sindrome-della-secchiona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1802344192773712549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1802344192773712549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-sindrome-della-secchiona.html' title='La sindrome della secchiona'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S7jm7cSqv8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/F07dWDQftHM/s72-c/simon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3635489397728878649</id><published>2010-03-26T19:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:21:12.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incontri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversazioni'/><title type='text'>sull'autobus...</title><content type='html'>Non vorrei sembrare irriverente con questo post...alla fine 15/16 anni li abbiamo avuti tutti, e di ragionamenti particolarmente sensati non se ne facevano troppi...Ma quello che ho avuto modo di sentire oggi sull'autobus, mi ha lasciato veramente perplessa. &lt;div&gt;Due ragazzi che io ai miei tempi avrei definito "alternativi", con magliette di gruppi metal, ragazzo e ragazza, lui con una chitarra. Si mettono a parlare dei loro compagni di classe, di una ragazza, e poi arrivano ai professori. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lui: "Sai che ho smerdato XXX (nome di un professore). Gli ho chiesto: profe, una circonferenza è un insieme infinito di punti, giusto? Ma se io considero due circonferenze, una di raggio 20 cm e una di raggio 10 cm, non dovrebbero avere lo stesso numero di punti, no?! E il profe non sapeva che rispondere!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lei ovviamente si complimenta per l'arguzia (0_o) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niente da fare, gli ha dato il là: lui, dopo esserci sincerato delle inclinazioni politiche dell'amica (che dice di non essere nè di destra nè di sinistra...), parte con una tirata contro il comunismo, che purtroppo non sono in grado di trascrivere parola per parola, ma che si basava sui seguenti punti:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Il fascismo è un governo oligarchico. Il comunismo invece, ci vede tutti uguali, anzi, a voler essere precisi...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Il comunismo ritiene gli animali superiori agli esseri umani, visto che non sono INDUSTRIALIZZATI.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come si fa a credere nell'ideologia marxiana, se questa mi dice che un topo ha più diritti di me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Un'ideologia non può funzionare senza un leader, e un leader non può fare gli interessi del popolo (anzi, degli animali, ci aggiungerei io......)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Io sono sconvolta dall'ignoranza che emerge da questa analisi (anche se volendo ben vedere l'ultimo punto potrebbe essere una versione maldestra di una delle critiche principali che sono state fatte al marxismo), ma non è ancora finita: arriva la perla dell'amica:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Io se avessi il potere, non vedo perchè dovrei fare gli interessi degli altri. Se avessi il potere farei i miei interessi (come a dire, non son mica scema)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Davanti a una frase del genere (e in pieno clima pre-elezioni) mi verrebbe da dire che, beh, se davvero le nuove generazioni, quelle in cui dovremmo credere, la pensano così..forse ci meritiamo di essere rappresentati da questa classe politica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3635489397728878649?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3635489397728878649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/sullautobus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3635489397728878649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3635489397728878649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/sullautobus.html' title='sull&apos;autobus...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-284981919816224142</id><published>2010-03-24T21:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:59:58.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>A volte mi domando se ho fatto bene a disattivare il mio profilo Facebook. In generale credo di sì, anche se spesso ero stata io a dire che volevo usare quello strumento a mia disposizione per informare, discutere... Ma troppe volte ho provato la sensazione che non fosse il luogo giusto, che le altre persone non avessero voglia di stare ad ascoltare.&lt;div&gt;Poi i rapporti umani...superficiali. Di quei circa 300 amici che avevo, solo pochi sono "essenziali", solo a pochi mi sono sentita in dovere di mandare una mail o un msg per dirgli che volevo cancellarmi. Il mio compleanno poi, è stato una cartina al tornasole. L'anno scorso sul mio profilo ho ricevuto più di un centinaio di auguri. Quest'anno si potevano contare sulle dita di 2 o 3 mani... Anche persone che credevo, o forse dovrei dire, volevo credere vicine, senza l'ausilio di quella barra laterale se ne sono scordate. Inutile dire che questo non fa bene alla mia già scarsa autostima...Ma credo sia così che la vita funziona, e il mio essere lontana da casa porta anche questo con sè. Mi porta a mettere in discussione tutto...in primis i rapporti umani. Anche oggi, tornare a Brescia ha portato con sè le sensazioni più strane, e sento che saranno così anche i giorni che mi aspettano. Cosa mi resta da fare? Vado avanti per questa strada, con sempre più domande e sempre meno risposte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-284981919816224142?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/284981919816224142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/284981919816224142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/284981919816224142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4584975748014144177</id><published>2010-02-28T23:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:57:31.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goettingen'/><title type='text'>brrr</title><content type='html'>ora capisco il perchè di tutto sto vento oggi a &lt;a href="http://www.repubblica.it/esteri/2010/02/28/news/maltempo_in_francia_12_morti_per_la_violenta_tempesta_xynthia-2460285/"&gt;Gottinga&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4584975748014144177?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4584975748014144177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/brrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4584975748014144177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4584975748014144177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/brrr.html' title='brrr'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7919626165231138729</id><published>2010-02-25T20:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:27:18.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to do list</title><content type='html'>Ho scoperto questo &lt;a href="http://midtiby.blogspot.com/2007/09/todo-notes-in-latex.html"&gt;pacchetto&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div&gt;caruccio!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7919626165231138729?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7919626165231138729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7919626165231138729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7919626165231138729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-do-list.html' title='to do list'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7287330654433362072</id><published>2010-02-22T22:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:07:35.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>suicidial tendencies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E mentre io commetto il mio suicidio virtuale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(128, 121, 112); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(128, 121, 112); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rotterdam, 18th of February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#807970;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(128, 121, 112); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook excommunicates WORM because of the Web2.0 Suicide Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is with great sorrow that we announce that Facebook Inc. has decided that WORM, the producer of the Web 2.0 Suicide Machine, will be excommunicated from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initiative to build the Web 2.0 Suicide Machine came from Moddr_, WORM’s media lab. By threatening WORM, Facebook is trying to take down the Suicide Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web 2.0 Suicide Machine allows users of - among others - Facebook to commit ‘social network suicide’. Facebook threatens WORM with further legal action if WORM doesn’t stop targeting the FaceBook platform via the SuicideMachine. In addition, it has now also demanded that WORM immediately deletes its own Facebook profile (WORM_Rotterdam). According to Facebook and its lawyer, the Web 2.0 Suicide Machine has violated Facebook’s Terms of Service and with that WORM has forfeited it’s right to keep using the platform. WORM does not want to engage in a fight over this matter with Facebook. The idea behind the Web 2.0 Suicide Machine was to be able to ‘unfriend’ in an automated fashion and to make users of social networks aware that they should always be in control of their own data. Facebook won’t allow for this control and is also not willing to enter into this debate. We are pretty much done with that and are left with no other choice than to commit online suicide ourselves. The conditions and attitude of Facebook leave no other option as far as WORM is concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WORM deeply regrets the current situation. The web 2.0 Suicide Machine was never intended to target Facebook as such, but meant as a tool for people who, for whatever reason, are tired of their online life. Facebook wants all access to their service, personal data of their users included, to run via their own ‘connect’ platform. In this way, Facebook can set, interpret and change its own rules as it sees fit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The excommunication of WORM illustrates that data freedom and net neutrality of users is merely an illusion on many social network sites. Not only is it not allowed for people to unfriend (in an automated manner), but companies also have the power to expel users they do not like. Facebook shows that a user only has the rights that Facebook grants it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Facebook claims all rights. WORM does not want to continue living in this 2.0 world. Which is why we say goodbye to all our friends. We wish you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No flowers, no speeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;moddr_labs,&lt;br /&gt;WORM, Rotterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://worm.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;worm.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moddr.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;moddr.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://suicidemachine.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;suicidemachine.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://suicidemachine.org/download/web_20_suicide_note.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;download press release pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7287330654433362072?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7287330654433362072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/suicidial-tendencies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7287330654433362072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7287330654433362072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/suicidial-tendencies.html' title='suicidial tendencies'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2909861594605843653</id><published>2010-02-09T19:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:22:14.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incontri'/><title type='text'>Begegnungen</title><content type='html'>"Alles wirkliches Leben ist Begegnung" (Tutta la vita vera è incontro) M.Buber, Ich und Du.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarà che Goettingen è una città piccola, ma sempre più spesso mi capita di fare incontri che hanno un che di magico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieri ad esempio, sciopero degli autobus, alla fermata passano alcuni autobus tranne, come le leggi di Murphy prevedono, il mio. C'è un'altra ragazza che sta aspettando il 6, sente me ed Ale parlare e con accento tedesco, ci si rivolge in italiano: "Aspettate anche voi la sei?". Le chiedo dove deve andare, risponde Stauffenbergring. Perfetto, anche io...le propongo di aspettare ancora un po' ed eventualmente smezzarci un taxi. Parliamo un po'...vive nel mio stesso studentato...al terzo piano...ma come...ci sono stata fino a poco tempo fa, conoscevo tutti...Vuoi vedere che è la ragazza che mi ha affittato la camera lo scorso semestre? Bingo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Witzig, dass wir uns so kennenlernen!", mi dice lei...Già, buffo davvero....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oggi invece vado al KHG, incontro pre-esercizi spirituali in quaresima. Siamo un piccolo gruppetto, sette o forse otto. C'è un'altra ragazza, sorridente, spontanea, mi guarda un po'...All'uscita mi aspetta, mi chiede se studio anche io, parliamo un po'...Si chiama Lea, studia tedesco e francese, ha avuto una coinquilina italiana....Non so perchè, ma mi si accende di nuovo una lampadina. Credo sia una di quelle ragazze che avevo contattato per una stanza lo scorso semestre....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora sono quasi sicura al 100%...ho trovato una mail in cui mi dice che studia deutsch und französisch, che è stata in francia, che ha avuto una coinquilina italiana...e l'ho vista andare in direzione di quella casa...ora non so, ho ritrovato una sua email...potrei scriverle...ma come sempre mi faccio mille domande su cosa sia più opportuno fare in queste situazioni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-2909861594605843653?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2909861594605843653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/begegnungen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2909861594605843653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2909861594605843653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/begegnungen.html' title='Begegnungen'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1395030600686645023</id><published>2010-01-22T18:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:24:34.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1Sm 24,18-21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prodottitipicituttosicily.it/public/files/doceboCms/media/118954693651_uliveto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.prodottitipicituttosicily.it/public/files/doceboCms/media/118954693651_uliveto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poi continuò verso Davide: "Tu sei stato più giusto di me, perché mi hai reso il bene, mentre io ti ho reso il male. Oggi mi hai dimostrato che agisci bene con me, che il Signore mi aveva messo nelle tue mani e tu non mi hai ucciso. Quando mai uno trova il suo nemico e lo lascia andare per la sua strada in pace? Il Signore ti renda felicità per quanto hai fatto a me oggi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1395030600686645023?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1395030600686645023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/1sm-2418-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1395030600686645023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1395030600686645023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/1sm-2418-21.html' title='1Sm 24,18-21'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8203562724930965937</id><published>2010-01-22T18:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:16:42.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>danke jan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S1ndX8UxxoI/AAAAAAAABDw/1MkYjVQiQDs/s1600-h/10mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S1ndX8UxxoI/AAAAAAAABDw/1MkYjVQiQDs/s320/10mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429614229171848834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8203562724930965937?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8203562724930965937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/danke-jan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8203562724930965937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8203562724930965937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/danke-jan.html' title='danke jan!'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/S1ndX8UxxoI/AAAAAAAABDw/1MkYjVQiQDs/s72-c/10mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1365568949835323270</id><published>2009-12-25T21:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:27:16.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s.francesco'/><title type='text'>Perfetta Letizia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzUfFpmmNcI/AAAAAAAABC8/U7EO5NWVxBY/s1600-h/SV101712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzUfFpmmNcI/AAAAAAAABC8/U7EO5NWVxBY/s320/SV101712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419271908537808322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ma cosa è la vera letizia?&lt;br /&gt;-Ecco, tornando io da Perugia nel mezzo della notte, giungo qui, ed è un inverno fangoso e così rigido che, all’estremità della tonaca, si formano dei ghiacciuoli d’acqua congelata, che mi percuotono continuamente le gambe fino a far uscire il sangue da siffatte ferite. E io tutto nel fango, nel freddo e nel ghiaccio, giungo alla porta e dopo aver a lungo picchiato e chiamato, viene un frate e chiede: ” Chi sei ? ” Io rispondo: ” Frate Francesco “. E quegli dice: ” Vattene, non è ora decente questa di arrivare, non entrerai “. E mentre io insisto, l’altro risponde: ” Vattene, tu sei un semplice ed un idiota, qui non ci puoi venire ormai; noi siamo tanti e tali che non abbiamo bisogno di te “. E io sempre resto davanti alla porta e dico: ” Per amor di Dio, accoglietemi per questa notte “. E quegli risponde: ” Non lo farò. Vattene dai Crociferi e chiedi là “. Ebbene, se io avrò avuto pazienza e non mi sarò conturbato, io ti dico che qui è la vera letizia e qui è la vera virtù e la salvezza dell’anima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1365568949835323270?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1365568949835323270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfetta-letizia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1365568949835323270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1365568949835323270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfetta-letizia.html' title='Perfetta Letizia'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzUfFpmmNcI/AAAAAAAABC8/U7EO5NWVxBY/s72-c/SV101712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6542742209523355114</id><published>2009-12-25T21:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:11:23.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas with the yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzUcT6D4TgI/AAAAAAAABC0/eXbcuJ6HNqo/s1600-h/Photo0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzUcT6D4TgI/AAAAAAAABC0/eXbcuJ6HNqo/s400/Photo0130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268854938881538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è un albero di Natale come tutti gli altri....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6542742209523355114?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6542742209523355114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-with-yours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6542742209523355114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6542742209523355114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-with-yours.html' title='Christmas with the yours'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzUcT6D4TgI/AAAAAAAABC0/eXbcuJ6HNqo/s72-c/Photo0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1856164965277086264</id><published>2009-12-08T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:23:34.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chernobyl.typepad.com/"&gt;Da brividi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1856164965277086264?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1856164965277086264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-brividi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1856164965277086264'/><link rel='self' 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comando \input{file} invece no ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8777498643614708287?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8777498643614708287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/input.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8777498643614708287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8777498643614708287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/input.html' title='input'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5170797666021143938</id><published>2009-12-01T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:27:26.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>unthought known....</title><content type='html'>All the thoughts you never see&lt;br /&gt;You are always thinking&lt;br /&gt;Brain is wide, the brain is deep&lt;br /&gt;Oh, are you sinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the path of every day&lt;br /&gt;Which road you taking?&lt;br /&gt;Breathing hard, making hay&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for love in evidence&lt;br /&gt;That you're worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed whole in negatives&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad and sickening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the air up above&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pool of blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Fill the air up with love&lt;br /&gt;All black with starlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sky blanket you&lt;br /&gt;With gems and rhinestones!!!&lt;br /&gt;See the path cut by the moon&lt;br /&gt;For you to walk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to walk on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left, nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there, nothing here...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left, nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there, nothing left...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left, nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there, nothing here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the path cut by the moon&lt;br /&gt;For you to walk on&lt;br /&gt;See the waves on distant shores&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream the dreams of other men&lt;br /&gt;You'll be no one's rival&lt;br /&gt;Dream the dreams of others then&lt;br /&gt;You will be no one's rival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be no one's rival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distant time, a distant space&lt;br /&gt;That's where we're living&lt;br /&gt;A distant time, a distant place&lt;br /&gt;So what ya giving?&lt;br /&gt;What ya giving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5170797666021143938?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5170797666021143938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/unthought-known.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5170797666021143938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5170797666021143938'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensierini'/><title type='text'>Lc 11,5-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amico, prestami tre pani perché un amico mi è arrivato in casa da un viaggio e non ho nulla da mettergli davanti"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...avrei voluto leggerlo e capirlo un annetto fa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3364814376005078973?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3364814376005078973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/lc-115-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3364814376005078973'/><link rel='self' 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tedesco vuol dire, scritto e pronunciato nello stesso modo, udite udite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"COME...?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6285633945184274818?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6285633945184274818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-prego.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6285633945184274818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4119676430_e928900cb0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/francilla/4119676430/"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/francilla/"&gt;francilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4892849486982150317?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4892849486982150317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4892849486982150317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4892849486982150317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4119676430_e928900cb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3168516138936881764</id><published>2009-11-19T19:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:06:39.010+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><title type='text'>piccole soddisfazioni</title><content type='html'>Trovare nella cassetta della posta una lettera con dentro il mio biglietto dell'autobus, che qualcuno ha trovato e ha deciso di spedire...&lt;div&gt;ho un po' di fiducia in più nel genere umano....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3168516138936881764?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3168516138936881764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/piccole-soddisfazioni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3168516138936881764'/><link rel='self' 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un'aggiunta ad un &lt;a href="http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/voglio-che-la-mia-vita-sia-guidata-da.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; di un po' di tempo fa...&lt;div&gt;Ho un nuovo imperativo, comprare libri usati... Banalmente si potrebbe pensare che è vantaggioso: costano poco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Mi affascina la magia delle pagine ingiallite, gli appunti di chi li ha tenuti tra le mani prima di me...oltre al fatto, assolutamente da non trascurare, che si tratta di carta che altrimenti andrebbe al macero...carta che è già stata usata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forse potrei semplicemente andare in una biblioteca, sarebbe una scelta ancora più radicale, ma non nego di provare piacere nel possedere i libri che amo...e magari trovarci qualche sorpesa dentro, come oggi, con il piccolo principe...ho trovato una carta di un gioco sull'educazione stradale...chissà a chi apparteneva...chissà perchè questo libro è stato venduto, senza controllare se vi fosse rimasto qualcosa tra le pagine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:visto che sto perdendo padronanza della mia lingua madre, vi consiglio di leggere &lt;a href="http://paolosub.wordpress.com/2009/09/15/comprare-usato-una-scelta-ecologica/"&gt;questo&lt;/a&gt;...sostanzialmente sono le idee che volevo esprimere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-2677371270835172890?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2677371270835172890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/imperativo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2677371270835172890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2677371270835172890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/imperativo.html' title='imperativo'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4643238649971307649</id><published>2009-11-10T21:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:27:32.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...ne è passata di acqua sotto i ponti, dall'ultima volta che ho scritto...scritto davvero...non frasi di canzoni e citazioni per lanciare misteriosi segnali in codice....&lt;div&gt;sono successe tante cose e ne sono cambiate almeno altrettante....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l'erasmus è un punto di svolta, un'ottima bilancia per pesare i rapporti, capire quali sono quelli che contano, che sono destinati a durare...è doloroso...non lo nego....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la vita a goettingen continua, e il freddo avanza inesorabilmente, la matematica mi assorbe, anche se mi provoca molti momenti di sconforto e frustrazione...testa alta e vado avanti....avrei voglia di vedere la neve.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vorrei avere giornate di 28 ore, riuscirei anche a trovare del tempo per ricominciare a tenere questo blog......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-4643238649971307649?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4643238649971307649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4643238649971307649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4643238649971307649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4174746282858394139</id><published>2009-11-06T16:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:27:07.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geometry'/><title type='text'>...citazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In these days the angel of topology and the devil of abstract algebra fight for the soul of every individual discipline of mathematics.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hermann Weyl&lt;/blockquote&gt;perchè infondo, si inzia sempre con una citazione....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4174746282858394139?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4174746282858394139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/citazione.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4174746282858394139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4174746282858394139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/citazione.html' title='...citazione'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8756305498129870005</id><published>2009-10-07T21:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:19:07.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un puro ideale</title><content type='html'>Spero che non te la prenda se faccio mie le tue parole che sento così vicine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voglio che la mia vita sia guidata da un puro ideale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non mentire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non rubare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non avere paura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non smettere di sognare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(A.F)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8756305498129870005?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8756305498129870005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/voglio-che-la-mia-vita-sia-guidata-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8756305498129870005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8756305498129870005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/voglio-che-la-mia-vita-sia-guidata-da.html' title='un puro ideale'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4480089193121033697</id><published>2009-07-29T23:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:45:12.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>..goodnight</title><content type='html'>I want you here tonight, I want you here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't believe what I've found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4480089193121033697?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4480089193121033697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4480089193121033697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4480089193121033697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodnight.html' title='..goodnight'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5305250740025727947</id><published>2009-07-23T13:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:06:43.827+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>אליהו</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px; "&gt;אליהו&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rootless Tree - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I want from you&lt;br /&gt;Is empty your head&lt;br /&gt;They say be true&lt;br /&gt;Don't stain your bed&lt;br /&gt;We do what we need to be free&lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me&lt;br /&gt;Like a rootless tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from us&lt;br /&gt;Is empty our minds&lt;br /&gt;We fake a fuss&lt;br /&gt;And fracture the times&lt;br /&gt;We go blind&lt;br /&gt;When we've needed to see&lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me&lt;br /&gt;Like a rootless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;And all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I said leave it, leave it, leave it&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you hate me, hate me, hate me&lt;br /&gt;Then hate me so good that you can let me out&lt;br /&gt;Let me out of this hell when you're around &lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, &lt;br /&gt;Let me out of this hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from this&lt;br /&gt;Is learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;No not of you&lt;br /&gt;Of all that´s been told&lt;br /&gt;Killers reinvent and believe&lt;br /&gt;And this leans on me&lt;br /&gt;Like a rootless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;And all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I said leave it, leave it, leave it,&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you hate me, hate me , hate me,&lt;br /&gt;Then hate me so good that you can let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Let me out of this hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck you, fuck you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;And all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I said leave it&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you hate me&lt;br /&gt;Then hate me so good that you can let me out&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out, &lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around...(Repeat 4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;...io ascolto rootless tree e lui 9 crimes...andiamo bene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5305250740025727947?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5305250740025727947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5305250740025727947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5305250740025727947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='אליהו'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7708501213836582760</id><published>2009-07-16T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:35:04.394+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karma police, arrest this man: he talks in maths...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7708501213836582760?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7708501213836582760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/karma-police-arrest-this-man-he-talks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7708501213836582760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7708501213836582760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/karma-police-arrest-this-man-he-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7176078985491980308</id><published>2009-07-09T12:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:06:42.293+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>eternal sunshine of the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>"The quote goes, 'How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Each prayer and each wish resigned.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7176078985491980308?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7176078985491980308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/ethernal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7176078985491980308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7176078985491980308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/ethernal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4648956071512524786</id><published>2009-07-07T18:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:37:16.186+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>il VIO-LON-CEL-LO...suono IL VIOLONCELLO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4648956071512524786?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4648956071512524786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/il-vio-lon-cel-lo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4648956071512524786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4648956071512524786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/il-vio-lon-cel-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-955198006579244002</id><published>2009-07-05T12:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:53:10.856+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>when you see my face hope it gives you hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kju9VU2B7Bk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kju9VU2B7Bk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi fa impazzire davvero sta canzone...in Deutschland continuano a passarla alla radio...&lt;div&gt;come sono adolescenziale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;certo che il cantante...buttalo via ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-955198006579244002?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/955198006579244002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-see-my-face-hope-it-gives-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/955198006579244002'/><link rel='self' 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term='NCG'/><title type='text'>Heisenberg and Noncommutative Algebra</title><content type='html'>CLASSICAL MODEL: the algebra of observable physical quantities can ben directly read from the group G of emitted frequencies.&lt;div&gt;Since G is a commutative group, the convolution algebra is commutative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Sk8qwWdqJZI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4EkTEeZVKlI/s400/discrete_spectra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354545492118873490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reality one is not dealing with a group of frequencies, but rather, due to the Ritz-Ridberg combination principle, with a groupoid:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D={(i,j) : i,j \in I}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having the composition rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i,j)*(j,k)=(i,k)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The convolution algebra of the groupoid D is none other than the algebra od matrices, since the convolution product may be written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a,b)_i,k = \sum_i,j a(i,j)b(j,k)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is identical to the product rule for matrices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&gt; REPLACE THE COMMUTATIVE CONVOLUTION ALGEBRA OF THE GROUP G BY THE NON COMMUTATIVE CONVOLUTION ALGEBRA OF THE GROUPOID D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.alainconnes.org/docs/book94bigpdf.pdf"&gt;Alain Connes, Non Commutative Geometry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5747615778391721531?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5747615778391721531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/heisenberg-and-noncommutative-algebra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5747615778391721531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5747615778391721531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/heisenberg-and-noncommutative-algebra.html' title='Heisenberg and Noncommutative Algebra'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Sk8qwWdqJZI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4EkTEeZVKlI/s72-c/discrete_spectra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1875523353816147430</id><published>2009-06-27T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:13:13.158+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ah, l'amour..</title><content type='html'>non è colpa mia...&lt;div&gt;è che sono matematica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SkXUX9Y5K2I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NgbFRZSbTuI/s1600-h/useless.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SkXUX9Y5K2I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NgbFRZSbTuI/s400/useless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351917240280755042" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/37025958-1875523353816147430?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1875523353816147430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-lamour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1875523353816147430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1875523353816147430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-lamour.html' title='ah, l&apos;amour..'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SkXUX9Y5K2I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/NgbFRZSbTuI/s72-c/useless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3473524389594856775</id><published>2009-06-25T10:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:24:22.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>considerazioni miste</title><content type='html'>alcune cose che mi sono venute in mente ascoltando la radio mentre facevo colazione...&lt;div&gt;la cosa positiva della Germania è che la radio la puoi davvero ascoltare..ci sono canzoni carine, poca - pochissima - pubblicità e non ci si deve pippare - mi si passi il termine - certe lagne che ci propinano in Italia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continuano a dare Mercy di Duffy...e a me viene in mente il video di Ozpetek sul terremoto, con in sottofondo Mercy cantata da Alessandra Cora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YP7Xf-C1ug&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YP7Xf-C1ug&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/37025958-3473524389594856775?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3473524389594856775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/considerazioni-miste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3473524389594856775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3473524389594856775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/considerazioni-miste.html' title='considerazioni miste'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6076862186378158745</id><published>2009-06-20T17:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:43:36.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>il cammino dell'uomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Sj0DSi7SyvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9rtvxh6TzcI/s1600-h/IMG_8329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Sj0DSi7SyvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9rtvxh6TzcI/s200/IMG_8329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349435549534046962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;C'è una cosa che si può trovare in un unico luogo al mondo, è un grande tesoro, lo si può chiamare il compimento dell'esistenza. E il luogo in cui si trova questo tesoro è il luogo in cui ci si trova.&lt;br /&gt;La maggior parte di noi giunge solo in rari momenti ala piena coscienza del fatto che non abbiamo assaporato il compimento dell'esistenza, che la nostra vita non è partecipe dell'esistenza autentica, compiuta, che è vissuta per così dire ai margini dell'esistenza autentica. Eppure non cessiamo mai di avvertire la mancanza, ci sforziamo sempre, in un modo o nell'altro, di trovare da qualche parte quello che ci manca. Da qualche parte, in una zona qualsiasi del mondo o dello spirito, ovunque tranne che là dove siamo, là dove siamo stati posti: ma è proprio là e da nessun'altra parte, che si trova il tesoro.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Quand'anche penetrassimo nei segreti dei mondi superiori, la nostra partecipazione reale all'esistenza autentica sarebbe minore di quando, nel corso della nostra vita quotidiana, svolgiamo con santa intenzione l'opera che ci spetta. [...]&lt;br /&gt;Secondo il Ball-Shem, nessun incontro - con una persona o una cosa - che facciamo nel corso della nostra vita è privo di un significato segreto. Gli uomini con i quali viviamo o che incrociamo in ogni momento, gli animali che ci aiutano nel lavoro, il terreno che coltiviamo, i prodotti della natura che trasformiamo, gli attrezzi di cui ci serviamo, tutto racchiude un'essenza spirituale segreta che ha bisogno di noi per raggiungere la sua forma perfetta, il suo compimento. Se non teniamo conto di questa essenza spirituale inviata sul nostro cammino se - trascurando di stabilire un rapporto autentico con gli esseri e le cose alla cui vita siamo tenuti a partecipare come essi partecipano alla nostra - pensiamo solo agli scopi che noi ci prefiggiamo, allora anche noi ci lasciamo sfuggire l'esistenza autentica, compiuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M.Buber, Il cammino dell'uomo)&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/37025958-6076862186378158745?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6076862186378158745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/il-cammino-delluomo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6076862186378158745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6076862186378158745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/il-cammino-delluomo.html' title='il cammino dell&apos;uomo'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Sj0DSi7SyvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9rtvxh6TzcI/s72-c/IMG_8329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3535490533018009964</id><published>2009-05-30T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:10:39.997+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>sono tornati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Placebo - For What It’s Worth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the century&lt;br /&gt;I said my goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;I always aim to please&lt;br /&gt;But I nearly died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Come on lay with me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;I tear the sun in three&lt;br /&gt;To light up your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Broke up the family&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cried&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;I have a slow disease&lt;br /&gt;That sucked me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Come on walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Into the rising tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Filled a cavity&lt;br /&gt;Your god shaped hole tonight&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;No one cares when you’re out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;No one cares when you’re down in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;Got no friends got no lover&lt;br /&gt;No one cares when you’re out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;No one cares when you’re down in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;Got no friends got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Got no lover&lt;br /&gt;Got no friends got no lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3535490533018009964?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3535490533018009964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/sono-tornati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3535490533018009964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3535490533018009964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/sono-tornati.html' title='sono tornati'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-9190743199703810442</id><published>2009-05-22T23:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:05:32.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e vai di radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.&lt;br /&gt;All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-9190743199703810442?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9190743199703810442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-vai-di-radiohead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/9190743199703810442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/9190743199703810442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-vai-di-radiohead.html' title='e vai di radiohead'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3085497336425312676</id><published>2009-04-18T17:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:36:50.161+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goettingen'/><title type='text'>il mio blog era un tabù...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SenzW9zDVWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/VpLEv3hCswk/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SenzW9zDVWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/VpLEv3hCswk/s200/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055610213684578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Senybcesm3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/YfUW8tNW5yM/s1600-h/Photo+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/Senybcesm3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/YfUW8tNW5yM/s200/Photo+120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326054587657657202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buffo che nn abbia più postato sul blog. soprattutto ora che sono a Goettingen...qualcuno si sarebbe potuto aspettare aggiornamenti continui (o forse no,visti i miei scarsi lettori), eppure non mi veniva nemmeno lo stimolo. forse perchè sento il mio blog come una parte della mia vita di Brescia, con tutto quello che ci ho scritto...&lt;div&gt;ma ora voglio sfatare questo tabù, dare un nuovo aspetto al blog e magari iniziare a parlare anche di Goe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sto anche ricominciando ad ascoltare musica, avevo paura dei ricordi che avrebbe potuto rievocare, ma ora mi faccio coraggio e metto su...indovinate un po'...i VELVET UNDERGROUND (qualcuno sa perchè..!) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pian piano conosco gente, trovo attività da fare, e le persone importanti mi sono vicine con la loro presenza, con le loro email (quanto può essere potente questo strumento se lo si sfrutta con discernimento?!) e telefonate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecilia, una ragazza spagnola che vive qua da 9 anni, mi ha detto: "I miei migliori amici sono sempre i miei migliori amici...", per ora è così, e voglio pensare che le cose non cambieranno..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-3085497336425312676?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3085497336425312676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/il-mio-blog-era-un-tabu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3085497336425312676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3085497336425312676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/il-mio-blog-era-un-tabu.html' title='il mio blog era un tabù...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SenzW9zDVWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/VpLEv3hCswk/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4575294862066002976</id><published>2009-03-31T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:51:09.835+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Keep Talking _ Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>For millions of years mankind lived just like animals&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination&lt;br /&gt;We learned to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a silence surroundiing me&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to think straight&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit in the corner&lt;br /&gt;No one can bother me&lt;br /&gt;I think I should speak now (why won't you talk to me)&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to speak now (you never talk to me)&lt;br /&gt;My words won't come out right (what are you thinking)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm drowning (What are you feeling)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling weak now (why won't you talk to me)&lt;br /&gt;But I can't show my weakness (you never talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder (what are you thinking)&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here (what are you feeling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be like this&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is make sure we keep talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you talk to me (I feel like I'm drowning)&lt;br /&gt;You never talk to me (you know I can't breathe now)&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking (we're going nowhere)&lt;br /&gt;What are you feeling (we're going nowhere)&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;You never talk to me&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be like this&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is make sure we keep talking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4575294862066002976?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4575294862066002976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-talking-pink-floyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4575294862066002976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4575294862066002976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-talking-pink-floyd.html' title='Keep Talking _ Pink Floyd'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5468003790542009265</id><published>2009-03-15T17:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:32:06.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>blue eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly you just make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you just make me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thought of you as my mountain top,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as my peak.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as everything,&lt;br /&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,&lt;br /&gt;I'd put you in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a life completely.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff it in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;She said, Money is like us in time,&lt;br /&gt;It lies, but can't stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Down for you is up."&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was good what we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do it once again.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are married,&lt;br /&gt;Only proves, you're my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;But it's truly, truly a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Pale Blue Eyes, The Velvet Underground)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5468003790542009265?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5468003790542009265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5468003790542009265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5468003790542009265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-eyes.html' title='blue eyes'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5991254245011267123</id><published>2009-03-14T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:03:20.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>something to remember</title><content type='html'>Le radici che crescono in fretta sono quelle meno forti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5991254245011267123?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5991254245011267123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5991254245011267123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5991254245011267123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-to-remember.html' title='something to remember'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6879173424515660049</id><published>2009-03-05T18:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:14:19.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>live from Pisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SbAHd0nzXJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yNCcLsdD3r4/s200/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309752169593003154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le piccole cose (non necessariamente belle) che si imparano studiando meccanica quantistica.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Göttingen c'è la tomba di Born con scolpito il valore di [p,q] (io non lo scrivo perchè non riesco a trovarlo sulla tastiera...)&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SbAHHZHUChI/AAAAAAAAA64/ImKjI4h0DYA/s200/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309751784251853330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A piccolo player must be right on pitch, whereas a double bass player can afford to wear garden gloves. For the piccolo a sixty-fourth note contains many full cycles, and the frequency is well defined, whereas for the bass, at a much lower register, the sixty-fourth note contains only a few cycles, and all you hear is the general sort of "oomph" with no very clear pitch. (D.J.Griffiths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grazie sig Griffiths per disprezzare noi poveri suonatori di strumenti grandi e dal suono grave... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6879173424515660049?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6879173424515660049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-from-pisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6879173424515660049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6879173424515660049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-from-pisa.html' title='live from Pisa'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SbAHd0nzXJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yNCcLsdD3r4/s72-c/IMG_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8331720399679951280</id><published>2009-03-02T21:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:09:22.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>canone inverso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Più tardi però, quando rimanevamo soli, Kuno cercava di aggiustare le cose. Diceva che le sue erano battute scherzose. Che gli piaceva provocarmi, e io sentivo quasi il rimorso per aver nutrito dei sospetti malevoli nei suoi confronti. A volte mi chiedevo se non era la mia invidia a portarmi a tanto. Ciò che mi angustiava era il fatto che mi rendevo conto di non conoscerlo mai a sufficienza. Non riuscivo a sopportare che la sua immagine mi sfuggisse, e ne soffrivo. La sua perenne motilità mi sconcertava, quel suo continuo mutare di umore, quel suo mostrarsi ora amabile, e scostante subito dopo, come certi ubriachi che dopo averti giurato eterno affetto, passata la sbornia, neppure si ricordano di te. Mi chiedevo se la nostra era vera amicizia. Ma che cosa significa mai questa parola? Per saperlo dovremmo conoscere la vera natura dell'io e il suo bisogno di sconfinare, di riconoscersi, di specchiarsi negli altri. Ma con Kuno non era così. Volevo riconoscermi in lui, ma ero costretto continuamente a confrontarmi. Era, il nostro, un rapporto dai contorni sfuggenti, dalle regole incomprensibili. Quando mi sembrava di essere giunto a conoscere ogni risvolto del suo carattere, al punto da sentirmi ammesso ai tetri rituali della sua corte, ecco che un'ultima porta mi restava inaccessibile, e a questa io potevo accostarmi solo per origliare. Provavo la netta sensazione che egli volesse servirsi di me. Eppure stavo al suo giuoco e, sordo a ogni richiamo della ragione, mi lasciavo coinvolgere sempre più. Senza che me ne avvedessi, ciò che aveva trovato il suo supremo compimento nella folgorazione iniziale, aveva già cominciato da tempo la sua corsa retrograda, il suo conto alla rovescia, o, se vogliamo usare un termine musicale: il suo canone inverso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Paolo Maurensig, Canone Inverso)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8331720399679951280?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8331720399679951280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/canone-inverso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8331720399679951280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8331720399679951280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/canone-inverso.html' title='canone inverso'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2881247392728690187</id><published>2009-02-26T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:56:04.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epifania</title><content type='html'>riflessioni indotte dalla giornata di ieri. ogni tanto mi fermo a pensare e non posso fare a meno di chiedermi che cosa sto combinando della mia vita, e così divento improvvisamente triste...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi viene in mente un pezzo di una canzone che ascoltavo tanti anni fa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...oh God please would you help me make it through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-2881247392728690187?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2881247392728690187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/epifania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2881247392728690187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2881247392728690187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/epifania.html' title='Epifania'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6179857729640468571</id><published>2009-02-24T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:54:04.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SaRsAbdLTbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/624HgX8vyIk/s1600-h/suite2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SaRsAbdLTbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/624HgX8vyIk/s200/suite2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306485015575219634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;continuerei a suonarla...genera dipendenza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6179857729640468571?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6179857729640468571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/continuerei-suonarla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6179857729640468571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6179857729640468571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/continuerei-suonarla.html' title=''/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SaRsAbdLTbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/624HgX8vyIk/s72-c/suite2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7037989141620878457</id><published>2009-02-24T22:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:44:30.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>2760889966649 . 2760889966651</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In un corso del primo anno Mattia aveva studiato che tra i numeri primi ce ne sono alcuni ancora più speciali. I matematici li chiamano &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;primi gemelli&lt;/span&gt;: sono coppie di numeri primi che se ne stanno vicini, anzi quasi vicini, perché fra loro vi è sempre un numero pari che gli impedisce di toccarsi per davvero. Numeri come l'11 e il 13, come il 17 e il 19, il 41 e il 43. Se si ha la pazienza di andare avanti a contare, si scopre che queste coppie via via si diradano. Ci si imbatte in numeri primi sempre più isolati, smarriti in quello spazio silenzioso e cadenzato fatto solo di cifre e si avverte il presentimento che le coppie incontrate fino a lì fossero un fatto accidentale, che il vero destino sia quello di rimanere soli. Poi, proprio quando ci si sta per arrendere, quando non si ha più voglia di contare, ecco che ci si imbatte in altri due gemelli, avvinghiati stretti l'uno all'altro. Tra i matematici è convinzione comune che per quanto si possa andare avanti, ve ne saranno sempre altri due, anche se nessuno può dire dove, finché non li si scopre.&lt;br /&gt;Mattia pensava che lui e Alice erano così, due primi gemelli, soli e perduti, vicini ma non abbastanza per sfiorarsi davvero. A lei non l'aveva mai detto. Quando immaginava di confessarle queste cose, il sottile strato di sudore sulle sue mani evaporava del tutto e per dieci minuti buoni non era in grado di toccare nessun oggetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Paolo Giordano, La Solitudine dei Numeri Primi)&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/37025958-7037989141620878457?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7037989141620878457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/2760889966649-2760889966651.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7037989141620878457'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;francilla says: (7:37:32 PM)&lt;br /&gt;ciaooooo&lt;br /&gt;francilla says: (7:37:40 PM)&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;francilla says: (7:37:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;non senti il phon?&lt;br /&gt;Mamma says: (7:38:09 PM)&lt;br /&gt;certo volevo sapere se posso buttare la pasta&lt;br /&gt;francilla says: (7:38:55 PM)&lt;br /&gt;ovvio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...non so se sia stata una buona idea comprarle l'asus eee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6514215535370797587?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6514215535370797587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia-mamma-e-il-pc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6514215535370797587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6514215535370797587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia-mamma-e-il-pc.html' title='mia mamma e il pc'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4863971070906351366</id><published>2009-02-11T20:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:35:08.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ti leggo nel pensiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Faccio a pugni con te, poi ti vengo a cercare...benedico e ringrazio ...e maledico il mondo com'è...e mi domando perché... ...ti dovrei chiamare...tutte le volte che passi e ti fermi lontano... lontano da me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sarà come sarà, se sarà vero...sarà che mi nasconderai la fine del sentiero, però...ti leggo nel pensiero... &lt;br /&gt;Le mie chiavi di casa puoi tenertele tu,per trovarmi una stanza ed un letto in affitto...non mi servono più&lt;br /&gt;sarà che mi vedrai nascondermi, ...durante il temporale,e rialzare la testa e bestemmiare, quando torna il sole... &lt;br /&gt;Sarà come sarà, ...se sarà vero, ...sarà come sarà......sarà che inciamperò da qualche parte e poi ripartirò da zero......però... ...ti leggo nel pensiero... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...E chiedimi perdono per come sono...perché è così che mi hai voluto tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prendimi per il collo, prendimi per mano......che non mi trovo più. &lt;br /&gt;Torno a casa la notte, ...e non mi lasciano entrare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E nemmeno ci provo a chiamarti per nome, e nemmeno ci provo a bussare...&lt;/span&gt;Ma tu davvero sai prendere il miele ...e trasformarlo in pane......davvero sai pescare un uomo ...caduto nel mare... &lt;br /&gt;Sarà come sarà, ...se sarà vero...Sarà come sarà, e mi vedrai ...davvero...Poco prima dell'alba, ...quando il buio è più nero... ...però... &lt;br /&gt;Ti leggo nel pensiero...Ti leggo nel pensiero...Ti leggo nel pensiero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4863971070906351366?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4863971070906351366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/ti-leggo-nel-pensiero.html#comment-form' title='0 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term='pensierini'/><title type='text'>lies</title><content type='html'>la consuetudine alla menzogna è la caratteristica delle persone che più facilmente mi fa allontanare da loro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7946637638568406560?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7946637638568406560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7946637638568406560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7946637638568406560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/lies.html' title='lies'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3023151926306377647</id><published>2009-02-09T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:52:27.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd, What do you want from me</title><content type='html'>As you look around this room tonight&lt;br /&gt;Settle in your seat and dim the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you want my blood, do you want my tears&lt;br /&gt;What do you want&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Should I sing until I can't sing any more&lt;br /&gt;Play these strings until my fingers are raw&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to please&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you think that I know something you don't know&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;If I don't promise you the answers would you go&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you need&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You can have anything you want&lt;br /&gt;You can drift, you can dream, even walk on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can own everything you see&lt;br /&gt;Sell your soul for complete control&lt;br /&gt;Is that really what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lose yourself this night&lt;br /&gt;See inside there is nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;Turn and face the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3023151926306377647?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3023151926306377647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-floyd-what-do-you-want-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3023151926306377647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3023151926306377647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-floyd-what-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='Pink Floyd, What do you want from me'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4604101615109489692</id><published>2009-02-07T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:53:07.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SY4QQap-a-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Exf9byBXIRU/s1600-h/Photo+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SY4QQap-a-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Exf9byBXIRU/s200/Photo+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300191685680983010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appena tornata dall'incontro con la GiFra. Sempre più convinta di avere fatto una scelta giusta. Ho trovato un ambiente ricco e stimolante, e un po' mi dispiace di partire tra due mesi, proprio ora che sto intraprendendo questo nuovo percorso.&lt;br /&gt;L'incontro con la coppia francescana è stato veramente interessantissimo, mi ha davvero colpito il loro modo di vivere l'affettività, il matrimonio e la famiglia. Poi cena ed "estrazione dei santi e degli angeli". Indovinate un po', il  mio Santo è S.Francesco d'Assisi!!&lt;br /&gt;come qualcuno mi ha saggiamente detto: ..non c'è due senza 3..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4604101615109489692?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4604101615109489692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4604101615109489692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4604101615109489692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SY4QQap-a-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Exf9byBXIRU/s72-c/Photo+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-266784826330831552</id><published>2009-02-06T20:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:47:35.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>per jul.. (again)</title><content type='html'>Sperando ti possa servire..ascoltala se riesci..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Verve, Lucky Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;More or less&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Watch my fever growing&lt;br /&gt;I know just where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many corners do I have to turn?&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to learn&lt;br /&gt;All the love I have is in my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a lucky man&lt;br /&gt;With fire in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Something in my own place&lt;br /&gt;I'm stood here naked&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, I feel no disgrace&lt;br /&gt;With who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going&lt;br /&gt;I watch you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Watch my fever growing&lt;br /&gt;I know just who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many corners do I have to turn?&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to learn&lt;br /&gt;All the love I have is in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that'll never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;More or less&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going&lt;br /&gt;I watch you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Watch my fever growing&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that'll never die&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that'll never die&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-266784826330831552?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/266784826330831552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/per-jul-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/266784826330831552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/266784826330831552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/per-jul-again.html' title='per jul.. (again)'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7760066919389034900</id><published>2009-02-05T18:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:40:21.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><title type='text'>tu sei cattivo con me perchè...</title><content type='html'>no..tranquilli, non è che adesso mi metto ad ascoltare &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;il genio &lt;/span&gt;;)..è che..boh..sono un po' giù. Sempre insoddisfatta... &lt;br /&gt;Lo so di poter apparire come un'ingrata, faccio un esame che ho preparato per tantissimo tempo, va benissimo, e dovrei essere al culmine della mia felicità e invece sono qui a lamentarmi.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure dopo un po' quella felicità effimera che ti dà il voto sul libretto svanisce, e non rimane niente. &lt;br /&gt;In realtà appena fatto l'esame ero ovviamente di buon umore, mentre tornavo a casa ho pensato che l'unico modo per vivere bene questa vita fosse quello di essere felice e sorridere agli altri, cercare di donare la mia felicità alle persone che incontro e a quelle che ho accanto. E così sono tornata a casa con il sorriso sulle labbra... Ma poi è arrivata la sera, e con lei tanti pensieri. Ho cercato di scacciarli suonando, ma è inutile... E ora sono qui, che non so cosa fare, non so cosa voglio, e non so cosa dovrei fare per stare meglio. Non vado neanche a nuotare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7760066919389034900?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7760066919389034900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/tu-sei-cattivo-con-me-perche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7760066919389034900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7760066919389034900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/tu-sei-cattivo-con-me-perche.html' title='tu sei cattivo con me perchè...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3936707375126279480</id><published>2009-02-04T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:37:34.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ascoltando elisa...</title><content type='html'>quante cose che non sai di me,&lt;br /&gt;quante cose che non puoi sapere..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3936707375126279480?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3936707375126279480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/ascoltando-elisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3936707375126279480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3936707375126279480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/ascoltando-elisa.html' title='ascoltando elisa...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4945449741864820697</id><published>2009-02-01T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:34:27.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>che fatica decidersi nella vita</title><content type='html'>Ogni tanto navigando in internet si trovano cose interessanti. Questa la volevo condividere con voi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Che fatica decidersi nella vita. Che faccio? Dove vado? Che studio? Ci sarà uno sbocco positivo a questa strada? Non è che mi metto a studiare per avere una laurea e poi mi ritrovo a stare in stand by tutta la vita? Mi sposo? E se dopo un anno, come è capitato ai miei amici, non riesco più a spartire vita con la persona che ho scelto? Qual è la mia vera strada? C’è qualcuno che mi aiuta a trovare la strada giusta? C’è un satellitare infallibile? Spesso forse siamo in attesa che sia qualcun altro che decide per noi, per non caricarci della responsabilità della scelta, e così scaricare su altri i nostri fallimenti.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno invece non si pone tanti problemi di scelta.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Ha trovato due o tre occasioni, le ha seguite, una gli sembra buona e se ne sta tranquillo a vivere di rendita.&lt;/span&gt; È una vita senza lode e senza infamia come tutte del resto. Non faccio niente di speciale, ma sto bene, ho amici, ho fascino, ho soldi, che vuoi di più? A un certo punto però si accorge che c’è qualcosa che non quadra nella sua esistenza oppure viene posto di fronte con evidenza a una luce, a un’intuizione, a una verità che gli fa cambiare radicalmente strada, gli si aprono gli occhi, percepisce dentro una voce, una spinta che non lo lascia tranquillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco la &lt;a href="http://vocazione.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-ti-chiama-buttati.html"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4945449741864820697?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4945449741864820697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/che-fatica-decidersi-nella-vita.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4945449741864820697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4945449741864820697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/che-fatica-decidersi-nella-vita.html' title='che fatica decidersi nella vita'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8436574433478203356</id><published>2009-01-27T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:20:18.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><title type='text'>Emmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SX-Iiszh1ZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9u7yQar2F6s/s1600-h/Noether_Emmy_5.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SX-Iiszh1ZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9u7yQar2F6s/s400/Noether_Emmy_5.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296101816535209362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eccola qui..la bella donna che pesava un quintale...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8436574433478203356?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8436574433478203356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8436574433478203356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8436574433478203356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmy.html' title='Emmy'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SX-Iiszh1ZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9u7yQar2F6s/s72-c/Noether_Emmy_5.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-631116012893863248</id><published>2009-01-27T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:31:10.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>got a mind full of questions..</title><content type='html'>già, in questo periodo mi faccio un sacco di domande, alla maggior parte delle quali non riesco a dare risposta. sono triste, malinconica, a volte anche troppo irritabile, e faccio fatica a trovare una vera ragione a tutto questo (a parte una di tipo fisiologico, si intende...).mi manca qualcosa, ma non so cosa. ho suonato e mi sono divertita, ho anche rotto un crine (significa che mi sono fatta prendere, credo), eppure non è abbastanza...forse dovrei andare a letto e cercare di dormirci su...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-631116012893863248?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/631116012893863248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-mind-full-of-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/631116012893863248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/631116012893863248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-mind-full-of-questions.html' title='got a mind full of questions..'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8880662721882400397</id><published>2009-01-24T12:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:51:37.963+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>era bello il cielo d'inverno...</title><content type='html'>Oh..sono proprio contenta di essere uscita con dany ieri sera..non so perchè ogni tanto mi prendano sti attacchi di "paura" nei confronti del mondo..e invece mi sono divertita un sacco..avevo voglia di sentire i tre allegri ( una volta all'anno ci sta, vero dany ;)? ), ho cantato a squarciagola, rivisto un sacco di gente, incredibilmente anche BALLATO..&lt;br /&gt;sono contenta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD_PKV397WQ&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD_PKV397WQ&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8880662721882400397?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8880662721882400397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/era-bello-il-cielo-dinverno.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8880662721882400397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8880662721882400397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/era-bello-il-cielo-dinverno.html' title='era bello il cielo d&apos;inverno...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-451211814994270023</id><published>2009-01-18T11:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:06:42.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ne vorrei ancora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddie Vedder - Hard Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I walk beside her&lt;br /&gt;I am the better man&lt;br /&gt;when i look to leave her&lt;br /&gt;I always stagger back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I built an ivory tower&lt;br /&gt;so I could worship from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I climb down to be set free&lt;br /&gt;she took me in again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a big&lt;br /&gt;a big hard sun&lt;br /&gt;beating on the big people&lt;br /&gt;in the big hard world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she comes to greet me&lt;br /&gt;she is mercy at my feet&lt;br /&gt;I see her inner charm&lt;br /&gt;she just throws it back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I dug an early grave&lt;br /&gt;to find a better land&lt;br /&gt;she just smiled and laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;and took her rules back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a big&lt;br /&gt;a big hard sun&lt;br /&gt;beating on the big people&lt;br /&gt;in the big hard world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I go to cross that river&lt;br /&gt;she is comfort by my side&lt;br /&gt;When I try to understand&lt;br /&gt;she just opens up her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a big&lt;br /&gt;a big hard sun&lt;br /&gt;beating on the big people&lt;br /&gt;in the big hard world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I stood to lose her&lt;br /&gt;and I saw what i had done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowed down and threw away the hours&lt;br /&gt;of her garden and her sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I tried to want her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I turned to see her weep&lt;br /&gt;40 days and 40 nights&lt;br /&gt;and its still coming down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a big&lt;br /&gt;a big hard sun&lt;br /&gt;beating on the big people&lt;br /&gt;in the big hard world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-451211814994270023?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/451211814994270023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/ne-vorrei-ancora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/451211814994270023'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SWuCpELhLTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/34mRPJ7rkIc/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SWuCpELhLTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/34mRPJ7rkIc/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465829285080370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6952292163400811397?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6952292163400811397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/periodo-di-riflessione.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6952292163400811397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6952292163400811397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/periodo-di-riflessione.html' title='periodo di riflessione...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SWuCpELhLTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/34mRPJ7rkIc/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3183448800089710431</id><published>2009-01-10T20:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:39:50.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>compagni di viaggio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francesco de Gregori, Compagni di Viaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avevano parlato a lungo di passione e spiritualità.&lt;br /&gt;E avevano toccato il fondo della loro provvisorietà.&lt;br /&gt;Lei disse sta arrivando il giorno,&lt;br /&gt;chiudi la finestra o il mattino ci scoprirà.&lt;br /&gt;E lui sentì crollare il mondo,&lt;br /&gt;sentì che il tempo gli remava contro,&lt;br /&gt;schiacciò la testa sul cuscino,&lt;br /&gt;per non sentire il rumore di fondo della città.&lt;br /&gt;Una tempesta d'estate lascia sabbia e calore.&lt;br /&gt;E pezzi di conversazione nell'aria e ancora voglia d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei chiese la parola d'ordine, il codice d'ingresso al suo dolore.&lt;br /&gt;Lui disse "Non adesso, ne abbiamo già discusso troppo spesso,&lt;br /&gt;aiutami piuttosto a far presto,&lt;br /&gt;il mio volo lo sai partirà tra poco più di due ore.&lt;br /&gt;Sentì suonare il telefono nella stanza gelata&lt;br /&gt;e si svegliò di colpo e capì di averla solo sognata.&lt;br /&gt;Si domandò con chi fosse e pensò "E' acqua passata".&lt;br /&gt;E smise di cercare risposte, sentì che arrivava la tosse,&lt;br /&gt;si alzò per aprire le imposte,&lt;br /&gt;ma fuori la notte sembrava appena iniziata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due buoni compagni di viaggio non dovrebbero lasciarsi mai.&lt;br /&gt;Potranno scegliere imbarchi diversi, saranno sempre due marinai.&lt;br /&gt;Lei disse misteriosamente "Sarà sempre tardi per me quando ritornerai".&lt;br /&gt;E lui buttò un soldino nel mare, lei lo guardò galleggiare, si dissero "Ciao!"&lt;br /&gt;per le scale e la luce dell'alba da fuori sembrò evaporare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3183448800089710431?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3183448800089710431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/compagni-di-viaggio.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3183448800089710431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3183448800089710431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/compagni-di-viaggio.html' title='compagni di viaggio'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7967836581619808978</id><published>2009-01-07T21:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:36:33.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>niente da capire</title><content type='html'>è troppo tempo amore che noi giochiamo a scacchi, &lt;div&gt;e mi dicono che stai vincendo e ridono da matti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma io non lo sapevo che fosse una partita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;posso dartela vinta e tenermi la mia vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Francesco de Gregori, Niente da Capire)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7967836581619808978?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7967836581619808978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/niente-da-capire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7967836581619808978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7967836581619808978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/niente-da-capire.html' title='niente da capire'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-659793017376693370</id><published>2009-01-06T18:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:17:59.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to fly</title><content type='html'>non so se ve lo ricordate...ma io prima ho ascoltato la canzone su iTunes e mi è venuto in mente...ah..la mia adolescenza..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;purtroppo non funziona l'embedding..quindi &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BieVgyrfglQ"&gt;linko&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-659793017376693370?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/659793017376693370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/learn-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/659793017376693370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/659793017376693370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/learn-to-fly.html' title='learn to fly'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5830559658363653134</id><published>2009-01-03T23:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:05:55.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large fingers pushing paint&lt;br /&gt;you're God and you've got big hands&lt;br /&gt;the colors blend... the challenges you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seek my part... devote myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my small self... like a book amongst the many on a shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I know, sometimes I rise&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I speak of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I reach to myself, dear god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5830559658363653134?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5830559658363653134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5830559658363653134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5830559658363653134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3381615833792807868</id><published>2009-01-03T14:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:20:59.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>e intanto il sole sta sciogliendo la neve..</title><content type='html'>Amare non è guardarsi l'un l'altro, ma guardare insieme nella stessa direzione (A. de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3381615833792807868?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3381615833792807868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-intanto-il-sole-sta-sciogliendo-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3381615833792807868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3381615833792807868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-intanto-il-sole-sta-sciogliendo-la.html' title='e intanto il sole sta sciogliendo la neve..'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5832531038158082812</id><published>2009-01-01T20:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:04:40.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nell'amore non c'è timore, al contrario l'amore perfetto scaccia il timore, perché il timore suppone un castigo e chi teme non è perfetto nell'amore. (1Gv 4,18)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5832531038158082812?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5832531038158082812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/nellamore-non-c-timore-al-contrario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5832531038158082812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5832531038158082812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/nellamore-non-c-timore-al-contrario.html' title=''/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2781714953439167486</id><published>2008-12-29T18:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:30:46.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Vinicio Capossela, I vecchi amori</title><content type='html'>Se ne vanno via&lt;br /&gt;i vecchi amori&lt;br /&gt;vanno via&lt;br /&gt;e ci lasciano soli&lt;br /&gt;quasi che&lt;br /&gt;mai fossero esistiti&lt;br /&gt;eran qui&lt;br /&gt;ma son gia' spariti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E li rivedi&lt;br /&gt;come in un film di ieri&lt;br /&gt;appannati&lt;br /&gt;nel fondo dei bicchieri&lt;br /&gt;quasi quasi ti stupisci&lt;br /&gt;della loro discrezione&lt;br /&gt;e non capisci&lt;br /&gt;se sia stata una finzione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E che ridicolo che e'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; incontrare i loro volti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; come stai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; che stai facendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ti chiedono ridendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E allora vivono soltanto&lt;br /&gt;nelle chiacchiere di notte&lt;br /&gt;in quei discorsi&lt;br /&gt;coi tuoi amici piu' delusi&lt;br /&gt;e un nuovo amore&lt;br /&gt;e' l'unico soltanto&lt;br /&gt;che possa far rivivere&lt;br /&gt;quel tuo vecchio cuore infranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E che ridicolo che e'&lt;br /&gt;incontrare i loro volti&lt;br /&gt;come stai&lt;br /&gt;che stai facendo&lt;br /&gt;ti chiedono ridendo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-2781714953439167486?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2781714953439167486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/vinicio-capossela-i-vecchi-amori.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2781714953439167486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2781714953439167486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/vinicio-capossela-i-vecchi-amori.html' title='Vinicio Capossela, I vecchi amori'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5165626592197605033</id><published>2008-12-27T11:57:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:21:58.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frammenti di un discorso amoroso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Pòthos/Hìmeros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'assente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;L'unica assenza è quella dell'altro: è l'altro che parte, sono io che resto. L'altro è in stato di perpetua partenza, sempre sul punto di mettersi in viaggio; egli è, per vocazione, migratore, errante; io che amo sono invece, per vocazione inversa, sedentario, immobile, a disposizione, in attesa, sempre nello stesso posto, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;in giacenza&lt;/span&gt;, come un pacco in un angolo sperduto d'una stazione. L'assenza amorosa è possibile in un solo senso e non può essere espressa che da chi resta - e non da chi parte: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;io&lt;/span&gt;, sempre presente, non si costituisce che di fronte a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;, continuamente assente. Esprimere l'assenza equivale a significare di colpo che il posto del soggetto e il posto dell'altro non possono essere permutati; è come dire: "Sono meno amato di quanto io ami".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storicamente il discorso dell'assenza viene fatto dalla Donna: la Donna è sedentaria, l'Uomo è vagabondo, viaggiatore; la Donna è fedele (aspetta), l'uomo è cacciatore (cerca l'avventura, fa la corte). E' la Donna che dà forma all'assenza, che ne elabora la finzione, poichè ha il tempo per farlo. [...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talvolta mi succede di sopportare bene l'assenza. Io sono allora "normale": sono in linea col modo in cui "tutti" sopportano la separazione da una "persona cara"; mi conformo con cognizione all'addestramento attraverso cui sono stato abituato assai per tempo ad essere separato da mia madre - ciò che tuttavia, in principio, non mancò di essere doloroso (per non dire sconvolgente). Agisco da soggetto ben svezzato: aspettando, so nutrirmi di altre cose che non siano solamente il seno materno. Questa assenza ben sopportata non è altro che l'oblio. A intermittenza, io sono infedele.  [...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi risveglio molto in fretta da questo oblio. Metto frettolosamente a posto una memoria, uno smarrimento. Una parola (classica) ha origine dal corpo, che esprime l'emozione d'assenza: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sospirare&lt;/span&gt;: "sospirare per la presenza corporea": le due metà dell'androgino sospirano l'una per l'altra, come se ogni respiro, incompleto, volesse confondersi con l'altro: l'immagine dell'abbraccio, in quanto esso fonde le due immagini in una sola. [...] &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Come! il desiderio non è forse sempre lo stesso, sia che l'oggetto sia presente o assente? L'oggetto non è forse sempre assente? - Non si tratta dello struggimento, vi sono due parole: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pòthos,&lt;/span&gt; per il desiderio dell'essere assente, e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hìmeros&lt;/span&gt;, più ardente, per il desiderio dell'essere presente.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Roland Barthes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frammenti di un discorso amoroso&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37025958-5165626592197605033?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5165626592197605033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/pthoshmeros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5165626592197605033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5165626592197605033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/pthoshmeros.html' title='Pòthos/Hìmeros'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2465242496196112327</id><published>2008-12-26T15:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:00:25.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><title type='text'>una parentesi</title><content type='html'>è buffa la metamorfosi che riesco ad avere ogni giorno, quando passo dalla felpa rosa con cappuccio scolorito da giovane emo che violenta leone di bronzo alla giovane donna che indossa chanel no. 5...&lt;br /&gt;E mentre questa metamorfosi continua a ripetersi, trasparare in pieno la vuotezza della mia esistenza e del mondo che mi sono creata intorno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-2465242496196112327?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2465242496196112327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/apro-una-parentesi-frivola-nella-mia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2465242496196112327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2465242496196112327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/apro-una-parentesi-frivola-nella-mia.html' title='una parentesi'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-3151393096934436125</id><published>2008-12-25T20:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:48:10.404+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>un po' come con Goffredo</title><content type='html'>Eravamo come due persone che hanno tra le mani lo strumento che amano, ma non lo sanno suonare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fabio Volo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un posto nel mondo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-3151393096934436125?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3151393096934436125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-po-come-con-goffredo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3151393096934436125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/3151393096934436125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-po-come-con-goffredo.html' title='un po&apos; come con Goffredo'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7997391965733818822</id><published>2008-12-24T13:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:33:26.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Easy to be hard</title><content type='html'>How can people be so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How can people be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be hard&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people have no feelings&lt;br /&gt;How can they ignore their friends&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be proud&lt;br /&gt;Easy to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially people&lt;br /&gt;Who care about strangers&lt;br /&gt;Who care about evil&lt;br /&gt;And social injustice&lt;br /&gt;Do you only&lt;br /&gt;Care about the bleeding crowd?&lt;br /&gt;How about a needing friend?&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people be so heartless&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;Easy to give in&lt;br /&gt;Easy to help out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially people&lt;br /&gt;Who care about strangers&lt;br /&gt;Who say they care about social injustice&lt;br /&gt;Do you only&lt;br /&gt;Care about the bleeding crowd&lt;br /&gt;How about a needing friend?&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people have no feelings&lt;br /&gt;How can they ignore their friends&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be hard&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be cold&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be proud&lt;br /&gt;Easy to say no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7997391965733818822?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7997391965733818822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/easy-to-be-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7997391965733818822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7997391965733818822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/easy-to-be-hard.html' title='Easy to be hard'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7956984562156217235</id><published>2008-12-17T19:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:33:32.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violoncello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>autobus</title><content type='html'>Son belli gli incontri in autobus, quelli in cui scambi giusto due parole ma la giornata prende un'altra piega...e il violoncello decisamente aiuta a farne...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la musica è un amico che non ti abbandonerà mai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speriamo...vale anche se sono un disastro come musicista?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7956984562156217235?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7956984562156217235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/autobus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7956984562156217235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7956984562156217235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/autobus.html' title='autobus'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1344598178216386530</id><published>2008-12-15T21:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:22:10.487+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundary conditions'/><title type='text'>boundary conditions (chapter 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Secondo te io mi offendo perchè dici che non sono la tua fidanzata o che non mi vuoi sposare? Ma per chi mi hai preso, per una rincoglionita frustrata?&lt;br /&gt;E poi chi si vuole fidanzare con te e soprattutto, giusto perchè tu lo sappia, non ti sposerei nemmeno se fossi l'ultimo uomo della terra. Il punto qui è un altro. Non è tanto quello che hai detto, ma la costanza che hai avuto da quando siamo entrati qui nel voler mettere delle barriere e dei paletti, sottolineando dei concetti che erano già chiari a tutti e due facendomi passare come un'idiota, al punto che un coglione vestito come un pinguino del circo mi ha persino dato della poverina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Fabio Volo, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un posto nel mondo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che lei si chiama Francesca ma mi ha fatto sorridere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1344598178216386530?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1344598178216386530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/boundary-conditions-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1344598178216386530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1344598178216386530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/boundary-conditions-chapter-3.html' title='boundary conditions (chapter 3)'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6593647963026504083</id><published>2008-12-10T19:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:58:12.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>per jul.. (sangue su sangue)</title><content type='html'>mi sembra di essere tornata alla quinta superiore..giornate accompagnate dalle parole di Tondelli e dalla musica di Degregori..&lt;div&gt;ti ricordi cesenatico?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SUAJ7ARMGEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/43uyzvn1FqU/s400/io_jul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229672567248962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E adesso puoi sentirne il respiro sul collo, puoi sentirne l'odore&lt;br /&gt;puoi scoprirne gli accordi, il ritmo e la melodia&lt;br /&gt;e se appoggi l'orecchio sul muro puoi distinguerne le parole&lt;br /&gt;e dietro alla festa smascherare il dolore&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue precipita senza rumore&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue precipita senza rumore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tutto ho veduto e tutto ho saputo e tutto ricordo&lt;br /&gt;tutti i colori di questa gigantografia e come la tua mano tremava&lt;br /&gt;quando teneva la mia e ogni parola sul mondo diventava bugia&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue non macchia, va subito via&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue non macchia, va subito via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tutto è creduto e tutto è dovuto e tutto è rimpianto&lt;br /&gt;in questa notte che si sta avvicinando ogni giorno di più&lt;br /&gt;E non ti comunica per niente il programma che stanno dando&lt;br /&gt;ma che strano, nessuno lo può più cambiare col telecomando&lt;br /&gt;E sangue su sangue e sangue su sangue soltanto&lt;br /&gt;E sangue su sangue e sangue su sangue soltanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stai dormendo oppure fai finta anche tu?&lt;br /&gt;Stai sognando? O stai pensando anche tu?&lt;br /&gt;Che siamo chiusi in una scatola nera nessuno ci aprir?&lt;br /&gt;Chiusi in una scatola nera nessuno ci liberer?&lt;br /&gt;Chiusi in una scatola nera che nessuno mai ritrover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E adesso puoi trovarmi con la faccia pulita in una campo di grano&lt;br /&gt;Oppure sepolto vivo in una galleria&lt;br /&gt;O sperduto tra topi e piccioni Sulle rive di un mondo lontano&lt;br /&gt;O seduto a guardare la pioggia sullorlo di questo vulcano&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue leggero precipita piano&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue leggero precipita piano&lt;br /&gt;Sangue su sangue leggero precipita piano.&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/37025958-6593647963026504083?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6593647963026504083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/per-jul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6593647963026504083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6593647963026504083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/per-jul.html' title='per jul.. (sangue su sangue)'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SUAJ7ARMGEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/43uyzvn1FqU/s72-c/io_jul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5716014687336979337</id><published>2008-12-05T10:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:01:49.134+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>credo che jul capirà...</title><content type='html'>"Vedere il lato bello, accontentarsi del momento migliore..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5716014687336979337?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5716014687336979337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/credo-che-jul-capir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5716014687336979337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5716014687336979337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/credo-che-jul-capir.html' title='credo che jul capirà...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7796766884600479934</id><published>2008-11-30T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:53:19.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I could die for you -RHCP</title><content type='html'>Something inside the cards&lt;br /&gt;I know is right&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to live&lt;br /&gt;Somebody elses life&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;And this is what i give to you&lt;br /&gt;Because I get it free &lt;br /&gt;She smiles while I do my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could die for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh this life i choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here to be your only go-between&lt;br /&gt;To tell you of the sights &lt;br /&gt;These eyes have seen&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to do is&lt;br /&gt;Turn it into motion&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that i can't abuse&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'd use my senses to&lt;br /&gt;You can see that&lt;br /&gt;It's only everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'd take it all and then&lt;br /&gt;I'd find a way to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along and go&lt;br /&gt;Along with me&lt;br /&gt;Wander with me yo&lt;br /&gt;It's all for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could die for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatchu want to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh this life I choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again and tell me &lt;br /&gt;Where you want to go&lt;br /&gt;What it means for me&lt;br /&gt;To be with you alone&lt;br /&gt;Close the door and &lt;br /&gt;No one has to know&lt;br /&gt;How we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along and go&lt;br /&gt;Along with me&lt;br /&gt;Wander with me yo&lt;br /&gt;It's all for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could die for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatchu want to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh this life I choose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7796766884600479934?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7796766884600479934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-could-die-for-you-rhcp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7796766884600479934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7796766884600479934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-could-die-for-you-rhcp.html' title='I could die for you -RHCP'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5404442356563084074</id><published>2008-11-27T20:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:28:35.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Muse - Unintended</title><content type='html'>You could be my unintended &lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the one who challenged &lt;br /&gt;All my dreams and all my balance &lt;br /&gt;She could never be as good as you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended &lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;br /&gt;You should be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5404442356563084074?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5404442356563084074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/muse-unintended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5404442356563084074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5404442356563084074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/muse-unintended.html' title='Muse - Unintended'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5027152059420103095</id><published>2008-11-24T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:58:37.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rosa_2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/francilla/3056620654/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/3056620654_056b64dcb0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/francilla/3056620654/"&gt;rosa_2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/francilla/"&gt;francilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5027152059420103095?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5027152059420103095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/rosa2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5027152059420103095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5027152059420103095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/rosa2.html' title='rosa_2'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/3056620654_056b64dcb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1696136539242070754</id><published>2008-11-23T18:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:02:23.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>take a picture</title><content type='html'>ci sono momenti in cui vorrei avere vicino una macchina fotografica per fotografare ciò che ho davanti. &lt;br /&gt;perchè a volte quello che i miei occhi vedono è incredibilmente bello, troppo bello, quasi da non sembrare vero.&lt;br /&gt;forse comincerò a portarmela dietro..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1696136539242070754?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1696136539242070754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-picture.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1696136539242070754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1696136539242070754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-picture.html' title='take a picture'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5054073900077880245</id><published>2008-11-19T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:27:29.816+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the bends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming out all weird&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now when I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lull on an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep against the window pane&lt;br /&gt;My blood will thicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath&lt;br /&gt;And who are my real friends?&lt;br /&gt;Have they all got the bends?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really sinking this low?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's got the bends - Oh no&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any real friends - No no no&lt;br /&gt;Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on&lt;br /&gt;talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wish it was the sixties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish I could be happy&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear&lt;br /&gt;And where are you?&lt;br /&gt;They brought in the C.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;The tanks, and the whole marines to blow me away&lt;br /&gt;To blow me sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's got the bends&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any real friends&lt;br /&gt;Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on&lt;br /&gt;talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the sixties&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be happy&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;I want to be part of the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;I want to be part of the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming out all weird&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now when I need you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5054073900077880245?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5054073900077880245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/bends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5054073900077880245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5054073900077880245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/bends.html' title='the bends'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-2783490486745075846</id><published>2008-11-08T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:06:24.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>6/8</title><content type='html'>questa canzone di Rino Gaetano è stupenda..&lt;br /&gt;e oltre a questo, come qualcuno di voi potrebbe facilmente intuire dal titolo, è un waltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mentre la notte scendeva stellata stellata&lt;br /&gt;lei affusolata nel buio sognava incantata&lt;br /&gt;e chi mi prende la mano stanotte mio Dio&lt;br /&gt;forse un ragazzo il mio uomo o forse io&lt;br /&gt;lontana la quiete e montagne imbiancate di neve&lt;br /&gt;e il vento che soffia che fischia più forte più greve&lt;br /&gt;e che mi sfiora le labbra chi mi consola&lt;br /&gt;forse un bambino gia grande o io da sola&lt;br /&gt;passava la notte passavano in fretta le ore&lt;br /&gt;la camera fredda gia si scaldava d'amore&lt;br /&gt;chi troverà i miei seni avrà in premio il mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;chi incontrerà i miei semi avrà tutto il mio amore&lt;br /&gt;la luce discreta spiava e le ombre inventava&lt;br /&gt;mentre sul mare una luna dipinta danzava&lt;br /&gt;chi coglierà il mio fiore bagnato di brina&lt;br /&gt;un principe azzurro o forse io adulta io bambina&lt;br /&gt;mentre la notte scendeva stellata stellata&lt;br /&gt;lei affusolata nel buio dormiva incantata&lt;br /&gt;chi mi dirà buonanotte stanotte mio Dio&lt;br /&gt;la notte le stelle la luna o forse io&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/37025958-2783490486745075846?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2783490486745075846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/68.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2783490486745075846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/2783490486745075846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/68.html' title='6/8'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7992434062715805178</id><published>2008-11-06T16:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:48:41.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fond but also in love</title><content type='html'>mi sono innamorata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lovewillbringustogether.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/250px-180px-werner_heisenberg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 273px;" src="http://lovewillbringustogether.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/250px-180px-werner_heisenberg.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un premio a chi indovina la sua identità...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7992434062715805178?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7992434062715805178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/fond-but-also-in-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7992434062715805178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7992434062715805178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/fond-but-also-in-love.html' title='fond but also in love'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6017190866341069132</id><published>2008-11-06T09:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:59:49.599+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>JIGSAW falling into place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jigsaw Falling into Place &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just as you take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Just as you write my number down&lt;br /&gt;           Just as the drinks arrive&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just as they play your favourite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           As your bad day disappears&lt;br /&gt;           No longer wound up like a spring&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you've had too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             Come back in focus again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;The walls are bending shape&lt;br /&gt;             You got a cheshire cat grin&lt;br /&gt;             All blurring into one&lt;br /&gt;             This place is on a mission&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Before the night owl&lt;br /&gt;             Before the animal noises&lt;br /&gt;             Closed circuit cameras&lt;br /&gt;             Before you comatose&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you run away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Before you're lost between the notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The beat goes round and round&lt;br /&gt;             The beat goes round and round&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I never really got there&lt;br /&gt;             I just pretended that I had&lt;br /&gt;             Words are blunt instruments&lt;br /&gt;             Words are sawn off shotguns&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on and let it out&lt;br /&gt;             Come on and let it out&lt;br /&gt;             Come on and let it out&lt;br /&gt;             Come on and let it out&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you run away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Before your lost between the notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Just as you take the mic&lt;br /&gt;             Just as you dance, dance, dance&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Jigsaw falling into place&lt;br /&gt;             So there is nothing to explain&lt;br /&gt;             You eye each other as you pass&lt;br /&gt;             She looks back and you look back&lt;br /&gt;             Not just once&lt;br /&gt;             and not just twice&lt;br /&gt;             Wish away your nightmare&lt;br /&gt;             Wish away the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;             You got the light you can feel it on your back&lt;br /&gt;             [A light,] you can feel it on your back&lt;br /&gt;             Your jigsaw falling into place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6017190866341069132?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6017190866341069132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/jigsaw-falling-into-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6017190866341069132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6017190866341069132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/11/jigsaw-falling-into-place.html' title='JIGSAW falling into place'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-259542794692046398</id><published>2008-10-31T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:32:33.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oroscope'/><title type='text'>ogni tanto un bell'oroscopo</title><content type='html'>è un momento così perfetto per danzare la danza proibita che, se te ne rendessi conto, cominceresti subito. Tireresti fuori quell'aspetto sexy della tua personalità che osi sfoggiare &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo nei tuoi sogni più estatici&lt;/span&gt;. Daresti via libera alle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parole che non hai mai detto&lt;/span&gt;, decifreresti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;codici che nessuno ha mai decifrato&lt;/span&gt;, e libereresti tutto l'amore che finora è stato proibito. Ti prego, caro Pesci, abbi fede nella tua capacità di prosperare nella terra sconosciuta, dove le regole sono negoziabili e ogni fantasia è pronta a prendere corpo. Travestimento consigliato per Halloween: il danzatore della danza proibita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-259542794692046398?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/259542794692046398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/ogni-tanto-un-belloroscopo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/259542794692046398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/259542794692046398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/ogni-tanto-un-belloroscopo.html' title='ogni tanto un bell&apos;oroscopo'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-713140375495183636</id><published>2008-10-28T10:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:23:11.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundary conditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><title type='text'>boundary conditions (chapter 2)</title><content type='html'>Lezione di IFM di stamattina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le condizioni al contorno sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perchè non discendono da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;leggi di natura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quello che fa il bordo lo decidiamo noi perchè è l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cosa su cui abbiamo giurisdizione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-713140375495183636?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/713140375495183636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/boundary-conditions-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/713140375495183636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/713140375495183636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/boundary-conditions-chapter-2.html' title='boundary conditions (chapter 2)'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-206163514221718584</id><published>2008-10-26T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:01:56.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>wall-e</title><content type='html'>non l'ho più caricata, anche se ce l'avevo in mente ancora giovedì..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SQROCSjB44I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ypyDxsp4pRo/s1600-h/wall-e_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SQROCSjB44I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ypyDxsp4pRo/s400/wall-e_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261416065921049474" 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/37025958-206163514221718584?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/206163514221718584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/wall-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/206163514221718584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/206163514221718584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/wall-e.html' title='wall-e'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SQROCSjB44I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ypyDxsp4pRo/s72-c/wall-e_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8088426354712361058</id><published>2008-10-23T18:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:25:17.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundary conditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>setting boundary conditions..</title><content type='html'>Come nel caso del birapporto tempo fa, e della ruffineria ancora prima, in questo post mi servirò di concetti matematici per descrivere alcuni aspetti della mia esistenza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..have fun guessing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SQCqoi57bKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/uepG7B59qXw/s1600-h/boundary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SQCqoi57bKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/uepG7B59qXw/s200/boundary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260391978310003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mathematics, in the field of differential equations, a &lt;b&gt;boundary value problem&lt;/b&gt; is a differential equation together with a set of additional restraints, called the &lt;b&gt;boundary conditions&lt;/b&gt;. A solution to a boundary value problem is a solution to the differential equation which also satisfies the boundary conditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-8088426354712361058?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8088426354712361058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting-boundary-conditions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8088426354712361058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8088426354712361058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting-boundary-conditions.html' title='setting boundary conditions..'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SQCqoi57bKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/uepG7B59qXw/s72-c/boundary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5642572928406249492</id><published>2008-10-19T13:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:41:14.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ho trovato il mio cane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SPzQmh2rqdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SgG30Tq5Nh0/s1600-h/IMG_8758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SPzQmh2rqdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SgG30Tq5Nh0/s320/IMG_8758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307825203227090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basset Artesien Norman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ho aggiunto la foto viste le lamentele..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5642572928406249492?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5642572928406249492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/ho-trovato-il-mio-cane.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5642572928406249492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5642572928406249492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/ho-trovato-il-mio-cane.html' title='ho trovato il mio cane'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SPzQmh2rqdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SgG30Tq5Nh0/s72-c/IMG_8758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-794711749351460364</id><published>2008-10-19T00:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:14:13.384+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>21 grams</title><content type='html'>The earth turned to bring us closer. It turned on itself and in us, until it finally brought us together in this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a number hidden in every aspect of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that have to happen for two people to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-794711749351460364?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/794711749351460364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/21-grams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/794711749351460364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/794711749351460364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/21-grams.html' title='21 grams'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1974220603242924045</id><published>2008-10-09T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:07:16.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanze'/><title type='text'>assisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SO5yauL5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nzkCY6RwcBc/s1600-h/san_francesco_di_assisi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SO5yauL5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nzkCY6RwcBc/s320/san_francesco_di_assisi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255263618588042770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torno lunedì....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-1974220603242924045?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1974220603242924045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/assisi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1974220603242924045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1974220603242924045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/assisi.html' title='assisi'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SO5yauL5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nzkCY6RwcBc/s72-c/san_francesco_di_assisi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-7211359428350684067</id><published>2008-10-05T19:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:07:27.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>selfportait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOj0TuwRK1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/UrprQNViCjg/s1600-h/IMG_8145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOj0TuwRK1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/UrprQNViCjg/s400/IMG_8145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-7211359428350684067?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7211359428350684067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/selfportait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7211359428350684067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/7211359428350684067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/selfportait.html' title='selfportait'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOj0TuwRK1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/UrprQNViCjg/s72-c/IMG_8145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-8955853047057830563</id><published>2008-10-05T12:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:27:25.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>le mie donne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOiWfINDRvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IImKHQCtZ80/s1600-h/DSC_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOiWfINDRvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IImKHQCtZ80/s400/DSC_0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253614426850019058" 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/37025958-8955853047057830563?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8955853047057830563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/le-mie-donne.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8955853047057830563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/8955853047057830563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/le-mie-donne.html' title='le mie donne'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOiWfINDRvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IImKHQCtZ80/s72-c/DSC_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-1631758584814663694</id><published>2008-10-04T10:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:41:25.225+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><title type='text'>a grande richiesta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOcsFc7SaYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zlhW5khnQjc/s1600-h/repubblica.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOcsFc7SaYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zlhW5khnQjc/s400/repubblica.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253215962526804354" 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/37025958-1631758584814663694?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1631758584814663694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/grande-richiesta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1631758584814663694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/1631758584814663694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/grande-richiesta.html' title='a grande richiesta..'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SOcsFc7SaYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zlhW5khnQjc/s72-c/repubblica.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-4308463851257615022</id><published>2008-10-01T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:29:57.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Quindi io sono una cosa complicata..? &lt;br /&gt;La prenderò come un complimento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-4308463851257615022?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4308463851257615022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4308463851257615022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/4308463851257615022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-6124224226944633873</id><published>2008-09-28T10:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:08:26.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Elephant love medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QoJPCVq1AwA&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QoJPCVq1AwA&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a many, splendored thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, lifts us up where we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All you need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, don't start that again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A girl has got to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or she'll end up on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was made for loving you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You were made for loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only way of loving me baby is to pay a lovely fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just one night give me just one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you can't pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the name of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One night in the name of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You crazy fool,  I won't give in to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't, leave me this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't survive without your sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't leave me this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look around me and I see, it isn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people want to fill the world, with silly love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well what's wrong with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause here I go, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love lifts us up where we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where eagles fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a mountain high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love makes us act like we are fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throw our lives away, for one happy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We could be heroes just for one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you will be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I'll drink all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We should be lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cant do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We should be lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though nothing, will keep us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could still try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could be heroes forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could be hereos, forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could be hereos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just because I.. will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't help loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How wonderful life is, now you're in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/ringdown_song.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-6124224226944633873?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6124224226944633873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/elephant-love-medley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6124224226944633873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/6124224226944633873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/elephant-love-medley.html' title='Elephant love medley'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025958.post-5053131866827795820</id><published>2008-09-18T20:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:41:27.566+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>does it inspire?</title><content type='html'>...questo potrebbe essere un consiglio per chiunque..ma in primis per me stessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Present Tense"&lt;/span&gt; (Pearl Jam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you see the way that tree bends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does it inspire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaning out to catch the sun's rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lesson to be applied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;or you can come to terms and realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the only one who can't forgive yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes much more sense to live in the present tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you ideas on how this life ends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;checked your hands and studied the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems that needlessly it's getting harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to find an approach and a way to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are we getting something out of this all-encompassing trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or you can come to terms and realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes much more sense to live in the present tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37025958-5053131866827795820?l=francilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5053131866827795820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/does-it-inspire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5053131866827795820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37025958/posts/default/5053131866827795820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/does-it-inspire.html' title='does it inspire?'/><author><name>francilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859617728238775541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XLoMOM_clM/SzXfdA-XDGI/AAAAAAAABDI/XOvVbobmPAs/S220/IMG_1030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
