<?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-31845154</id><updated>2012-01-06T09:18:18.291+01:00</updated><category term='Libri'/><category term='Rifflessioni'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Grafica'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Emozioni'/><category term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><category term='Frammenti'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Muñeca De Trapo</title><subtitle type='html'>Born to be strange..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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quanto il niente tuo&lt;br /&gt;per me fu tutto&lt;br /&gt;e per sempre hai perso un pezzo di me&lt;br /&gt;e lo sai&lt;br /&gt;che son stato troppo buono&lt;br /&gt;ma che, stanco ormai non posso più&lt;br /&gt;tutto quello che ho sbagliato lo so bene anche io&lt;br /&gt;ma non sono mai arrivato a sentirmi così tanto inutile&lt;br /&gt;e in tempi avversi&lt;br /&gt;ti salvai la vita tante volte non ti accorgesti&lt;br /&gt;ripenserai ancora a tutto il bene che&lt;br /&gt;ti ho dato solo e solamente io&lt;br /&gt;ripenserai ancora&lt;br /&gt;a quanto il niente tuo&lt;br /&gt;per me fu tutto&lt;br /&gt;e per sempre ho perso un pezzo di me&lt;br /&gt;e lo sai&lt;br /&gt;che son stato&lt;br /&gt;troppo buono&lt;br /&gt;ma che, stanco ormai non posso più&lt;br /&gt;è vero è complicato odiarti&lt;br /&gt;nessuno al mondo può negarlo tantomeno oggi io e&lt;br /&gt;è vero è complicato amarmi nè io nè te ci riusciamo io&lt;br /&gt;da sempre , tu per niente,&lt;br /&gt;ripenserai ancora a tutto il bene che&lt;br /&gt;ti ho dato solo e solamente io&lt;br /&gt;ripenserai ancora a quanto il niente tuo&lt;br /&gt;per me fu tutto e per sempre ho perso un pezzo di me&lt;br /&gt;e lo sai&lt;br /&gt;che son stato troppo buono ma che, stanco ormai non posso più.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tiziano Ferro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7303950070393350744?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7303950070393350744/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7303950070393350744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7303950070393350744'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izhHdJI7BGQ/TseFlL2ecZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/OIv0XqSntkg/s1600/Twilight-Breaking-Dawn-1-LO.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izhHdJI7BGQ/TseFlL2ecZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/OIv0XqSntkg/s400/Twilight-Breaking-Dawn-1-LO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676652729206731154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nessuna quantità di tempo con te sarebbe lunga a sufficienza,&lt;br /&gt;ma cominceremo con per sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3338401110170098133?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665975853130695666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In una foglia &lt;br /&gt;l’autunno si rispecchia &lt;br /&gt;ed io lo guardo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5446035778531269856?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5446035778531269856/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5446035778531269856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5446035778531269856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5446035778531269856'/><link rel='alternate' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqH0TAW_UaY/TZc99fUpQMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1XdavGwvNII/s1600/setufossiqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqH0TAW_UaY/TZc99fUpQMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1XdavGwvNII/s400/setufossiqui.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591005588993163458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;''La morte improvvisa è un incidente dal quale partire per recuperare il tempo perduto, la vita insieme come sarebbe potuta essere, ma soprattutto per recuperare quello che non si è vissuto prima''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fossi qui amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se tu ancora fossi qui&lt;br /&gt;oggi finalmente saprei cosa dirti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Maria Pia Ammirati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/TSDxl4m-HXI/AAAAAAAAA-w/rJjI5TdrS5A/s400/192_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557707573328485746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se io ti avessi non mi basteresti.&lt;br /&gt;Preferisco immaginarti&lt;br /&gt;sulla terrazza dei miei sensi,&lt;br /&gt;ad ogni battito, ad ogni passo, ad ogni respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Se ti potessi avere mancheresti ancor più fra i miei giorni.&lt;br /&gt;Continuerei a cercare quella parte di te che sentivo mia &lt;br /&gt;perché era sempre più lontana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thomas Leoncini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1803703934175283456?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1803703934175283456/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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troppo visto&lt;br /&gt;deve avere un guasto&lt;br /&gt;tu non ci sei&lt;br /&gt;tutte quelle case&lt;br /&gt;piene di qualcuno&lt;br /&gt;e fra quei qualcuno&lt;br /&gt;tu con chi sei!?&lt;br /&gt;tutte queste onde&lt;br /&gt;pronte a scomparire&lt;br /&gt;resta solo il mare&lt;br /&gt;quanto ci sei&lt;br /&gt;non ti sai nascondere davvero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Luciano Ligabue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/uncolpo.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/uncolpo.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5297531353800483742</id><published>2010-08-11T15:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:37:29.430+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libri'/><title type='text'>Ricordati di guardare la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/TGKl5qvEAsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KwS_Ppmh__M/s1600/copj13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/TGKl5qvEAsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KwS_Ppmh__M/s400/copj13.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504144104742978242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E poi, come se stessi assistendo ad un miracolo, la vedo alzare lentamente la testa verso la luna... avverto la marea di ricordi che la sommerge e desidero disperatamente farle sapere che ci sono anch'io. Invece, resto dove sono e guardo a mia volta la luna. E per un fugace istante, ho l'impressione che siamo ancora insieme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' incredibile quanto mi abbia emozionato questo romanzo! Sparks sa davvero come trasformare in parole un sentimento così bello come lo è l'Amore assoluto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5297531353800483742?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5297531353800483742/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5297531353800483742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5297531353800483742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5297531353800483742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/08/ricordati-di-guardare-la-luna.html' title='Ricordati di guardare la luna'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/TGKl5qvEAsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KwS_Ppmh__M/s72-c/copj13.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3727916886899378994</id><published>2010-06-02T09:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:45:38.705+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Desde cuando</title><content type='html'>Ya no duele porque al fin ya te encontré&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te miro y siento mil cosas a la vez&lt;br /&gt;Mira si busqué, mira si busqué&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto que aprender&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que tengo es tu mirar&lt;br /&gt;De mis recuerdos salen brisas a bordar&lt;br /&gt;Las locuras que tú me quieras regalar&lt;br /&gt;Y mira si busqué, mira si busqué&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto para dar&lt;br /&gt;Reconozco puertas que yo sé&lt;br /&gt;Se abren solamente alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;Así de poco&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando te estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando estoy buscando&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada en el firmamento, estás temblando&lt;br /&gt;Te he buscado en un millón de auroras&lt;br /&gt;Y ninguna me enamora como tú sabes&lt;br /&gt;Y me he dado cuenta ahora&lt;br /&gt;Puede parecer atrevimiento&lt;br /&gt;Pero es puro sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Dime por favor tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Yo te llevo por las calles a correr&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lejos más allá de lo que crees&lt;br /&gt;Y si pregunto bien, si pregunto mal&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto que ofrecer&lt;br /&gt;Abro puertas que alguien me cerró&lt;br /&gt;Y no busco más sentido a mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;Mira no me vuelvas loco&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando te...&lt;br /&gt;No me vuelvas loco&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando te estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando estoy buscando&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada en el firmamento, va temblando&lt;br /&gt;Te he buscando en un millón de auroras&lt;br /&gt;Y ninguna me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Y al final cuando te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Estabas sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Alejandro Sanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/desdec.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/desdec.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3727916886899378994?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3727916886899378994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3727916886899378994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3727916886899378994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3727916886899378994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/06/desde-cuando.html' title='Desde cuando'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1124091030958198397</id><published>2010-05-29T21:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:22:30.418+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frammenti'/><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/TAFoL6jtIJI/AAAAAAAAA84/pvky_7wRebQ/s1600/celiav_unwritten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/TAFoL6jtIJI/AAAAAAAAA84/pvky_7wRebQ/s400/celiav_unwritten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476773175766098066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition &lt;br /&gt;sometimes my tries &lt;br /&gt;are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes &lt;br /&gt;but I can't live that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Natasha Bedingfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1124091030958198397?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1124091030958198397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1124091030958198397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1124091030958198397'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>No matemos el tiempo</title><content type='html'>Con este sol que me devuelve la vida&lt;br /&gt;apenas recuerdo mis naufragios,&lt;br /&gt;he de reconocer algunas caídas&lt;br /&gt;que me ayudo a subir más peldaños.&lt;br /&gt;Todo va cambiando, el gobierno y la gente, &lt;br /&gt;ciudades de paso y bocas que mienten, &lt;br /&gt;cuando dicen que viven cuando dicen que sienten…&lt;br /&gt;Amor mío abrígame que esta noche ha refrescado&lt;br /&gt;otro año pasó ya y sigo queriéndote tanto,&lt;br /&gt;estas manos ya no son fuertes ni tampoco tersas&lt;br /&gt;amor mío abrígame….vuelve a ser mi primavera.&lt;br /&gt;El llanto de un niño es intenso y fuerte &lt;br /&gt;como la impaciencia cuando algo se quiere &lt;br /&gt;así debe ser si ya no vuelvo intenso y fuerte cada momento &lt;br /&gt;la sonrisa que aguantas no tendrá mas comienzo &lt;br /&gt;no te cortes las alas, no matemos el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;si acaso algún día me hago vieja contigo &lt;br /&gt;tendré fotos pa` ver lo bonita que he sido.&lt;br /&gt;Amor mío abrígame que esta noche ha refrescado&lt;br /&gt;otro año pasó ya y sigo queriéndote tanto,&lt;br /&gt;estas manos ya no son fuertes ni tampoco tersas&lt;br /&gt;amor mío abrígame….vuelve a ser mi primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Amor mío abrígame que esta noche ha refrescado&lt;br /&gt;otro año pasó ya y sigo queriéndote tanto,&lt;br /&gt;estas manos ya no son fuertes ni tampoco tersas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vanesa Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/nomatemos.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/nomatemos.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3582107342692345461?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3582107342692345461/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3582107342692345461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3582107342692345461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3582107342692345461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-matemos-el-tiempo.html' title='No matemos el tiempo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5679259589542571311</id><published>2010-04-23T18:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:41:58.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grafica'/><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S9HNcXX7aKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/vDKXwEw4x6s/s1600/celiav_time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S9HNcXX7aKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/vDKXwEw4x6s/s400/celiav_time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463373710171531426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sciupato il tempo, e ora il tempo sciupa me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5679259589542571311?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5679259589542571311/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5679259589542571311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5679259589542571311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5679259589542571311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S9HNcXX7aKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/vDKXwEw4x6s/s72-c/celiav_time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5000885267661418842</id><published>2010-04-18T16:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:21:53.655+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Y como es él</title><content type='html'>Mirandote a los ojos juraria &lt;br /&gt;Que tienes algo nuevo que contarme &lt;br /&gt;Empieza ya mujer no tengas miedo &lt;br /&gt;Quizá para mañana sea tarde &lt;br /&gt;Quizá para mañana sea tarde  &lt;br /&gt;Y como es él.. En que lugar se enamoró de ti &lt;br /&gt;De donde es.. A qué dedica el tiempo libre &lt;br /&gt;Preguntale.. Por que ha robado un trozo de mi vida &lt;br /&gt;Es un ladrón.. Que me ha robado todo &lt;br /&gt;Arréglate mujer que se hace tarde &lt;br /&gt;Y llévate el paraguas por si llueve &lt;br /&gt;El estará esperando para amarte &lt;br /&gt;Y yo estaré celoso de perderte &lt;br /&gt;Y abrígate te sienta bien ese vestido gris &lt;br /&gt;Sonríete que no sospeche que has llorado &lt;br /&gt;Perdóname.. Si te hago otra pregunta &lt;br /&gt;Y como es él.. En que lugar se enamoró de ti &lt;br /&gt;De donde es.. A qué dedica el tiempo libre &lt;br /&gt;Preguntale.. Por que ha robado un trozo de mi vida &lt;br /&gt;Es un ladrón.. Que me ha robado todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ycomoes.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ycomoes.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5000885267661418842?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5000885267661418842/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5000885267661418842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5000885267661418842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5000885267661418842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-como-es-el.html' title='Y como es él'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8227181867256989779</id><published>2010-03-14T18:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:56:37.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S55urF5OGvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/oRAUVzxTIts/s1600-h/locandina_alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S55urF5OGvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/oRAUVzxTIts/s400/locandina_alice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448914285760486130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Cappellaio matto &lt;br /&gt;La gente vede la follia nella mia colorata vivacità e non riesce a vedere la pazzia nella loro noiosa normalità!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8227181867256989779?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8227181867256989779/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8227181867256989779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8227181867256989779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8227181867256989779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wordeland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S55urF5OGvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/oRAUVzxTIts/s72-c/locandina_alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1167153953991085453</id><published>2010-03-05T22:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:17:20.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Enamorada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S5F_K_UDTaI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rZ3_m5WW5wA/s1600-h/celiav_enamorada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S5F_K_UDTaI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rZ3_m5WW5wA/s400/celiav_enamorada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445273251238596002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quema el sin vivir de no tenerte&lt;br /&gt;intento ser valiente y mas fuerte &lt;br /&gt;cuando imagino que otros brazos &lt;br /&gt;te disfrazan de pasion y yo me siento&lt;br /&gt;Enamorada tejiendo lunas en la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;aunque otros brazos calmen mi deseo &lt;br /&gt;en cada beso sin querer te buscare &lt;br /&gt;Enamorada aunque haya otro que me encienda el alma&lt;br /&gt;sera el secreto que llevo tan dentro, &lt;br /&gt;el que en el fondo me desnuda la verdad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Malú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ve3i0EsnT5s&amp;feature=player_embedded" target="_blank"&gt;Clikka qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1167153953991085453?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1167153953991085453/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1167153953991085453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1167153953991085453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1167153953991085453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/03/enamorada.html' title='Enamorada'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S5F_K_UDTaI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rZ3_m5WW5wA/s72-c/celiav_enamorada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6446581359649339386</id><published>2010-03-03T15:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:49:42.006+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grafica'/><title type='text'>Pop Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S452iixcr0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Vdq6Xmdof3w/s1600-h/celiav_poparte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S452iixcr0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Vdq6Xmdof3w/s400/celiav_poparte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444419335359344450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è forse la vita una serie d'immagini, &lt;br /&gt;che cambiano solo nel modo di ripetersi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Andy Warhol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6446581359649339386?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6446581359649339386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6446581359649339386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6446581359649339386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6446581359649339386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/03/pop-art.html' title='Pop Art'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S452iixcr0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Vdq6Xmdof3w/s72-c/celiav_poparte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7637277979729885356</id><published>2010-02-21T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:07:23.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Senza di te</title><content type='html'>Non posso esistere senza di te. &lt;br /&gt;Mi dimentico di tutto tranne che di rivederti: &lt;br /&gt;la mia vita sembra che si arresti lì, &lt;br /&gt;non vedo più avanti. &lt;br /&gt;Mi hai assorbito. &lt;br /&gt;In questo momento ho la sensazione &lt;br /&gt;come di dissolvermi:&lt;br /&gt;sarei estremamente triste &lt;br /&gt;senza la speranza di rivederti presto. &lt;br /&gt;Avrei paura a staccarmi da te. &lt;br /&gt;Mi hai rapito via l'anima con un potere &lt;br /&gt;cui non posso resistere;&lt;br /&gt;eppure potei resistere finché non ti vidi; &lt;br /&gt;e anche dopo averti veduta &lt;br /&gt;mi sforzai spesso di ragionare &lt;br /&gt;contro le ragioni del mio amore. &lt;br /&gt;Ora non ne sono più capace. &lt;br /&gt;Sarebbe una pena troppo grande.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio amore è egoista. &lt;br /&gt;Non posso respirare senza di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* John Keats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7637277979729885356?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7637277979729885356/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7637277979729885356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7637277979729885356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7637277979729885356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2010/02/senza-di-te.html' title='Senza di te'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1551683753118715399</id><published>2009-12-13T12:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:37:58.833+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>No te veo. Bien sé...</title><content type='html'>No te veo. Bien sé&lt;br /&gt;que estás aquí, detrás&lt;br /&gt;de una frágil pared&lt;br /&gt;de ladrillos y cal, bien al alcance&lt;br /&gt;de mi voz, si llamara.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no llamaré.&lt;br /&gt;Te llamaré mañana,&lt;br /&gt;cuando, al no verte ya&lt;br /&gt;me imagine que sigues&lt;br /&gt;aquí cerca, a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;y que basta hoy la voz&lt;br /&gt;que ayer no quise dar.&lt;br /&gt;Mañana... cuando estés&lt;br /&gt;allá detrás de una&lt;br /&gt;frágil pared de vientos,&lt;br /&gt;de cielos y de años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pedro Salinas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1551683753118715399?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1551683753118715399/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1551683753118715399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1551683753118715399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1551683753118715399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-te-veo-bien-se.html' title='No te veo. Bien sé...'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3939637058230177880</id><published>2009-12-06T18:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:01:10.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Sxvurs1XoRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/KWBMJecQU40/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Sxvurs1XoRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/KWBMJecQU40/s400/alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412181811752575250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me he sentido tan perdida..&lt;br /&gt;Y a ti tan lejos de mí..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3939637058230177880?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3939637058230177880/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3939637058230177880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3939637058230177880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3939637058230177880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/12/perdida.html' title='Perdida'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Sxvurs1XoRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/KWBMJecQU40/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8330367015346821646</id><published>2009-12-05T18:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:27:53.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>De colores.. Once farolas</title><content type='html'>Que te pasa, que está pasando contigo &lt;br /&gt;Que con nadie a mi me pasa &lt;br /&gt;Que donde pasan los días &lt;br /&gt;Duerme la madrugada &lt;br /&gt;Conmigo... &lt;br /&gt;Y pedir sin ganas al viento &lt;br /&gt;Que deje entrar &lt;br /&gt;Alguien que dejaste atrás. &lt;br /&gt;Once farolas &lt;br /&gt;Antes del cielo, &lt;br /&gt;Antes de darnos la vida, &lt;br /&gt;Antes de darnos &lt;br /&gt;Fuimos sendero.&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir un mal pensamiento &lt;br /&gt;Que vive dentro &lt;br /&gt;De alguien que dejaste atrás. &lt;br /&gt;Y pedir sin ganas al viento &lt;br /&gt;Que deje entrar &lt;br /&gt;Alguien que dejaste atrás. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once farolas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* El Bicho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAJeG_NzF-w&amp;feature=player_embedded" target="_blank"&gt;Clikka qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8330367015346821646?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8330367015346821646/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8330367015346821646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8330367015346821646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8330367015346821646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-colores-once-farolas.html' title='De colores.. Once farolas'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8680610092911092156</id><published>2009-11-07T15:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:33:20.990+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>E non finisce mica il cielo</title><content type='html'>E non finisce mica il cielo &lt;br /&gt;Anche se manchi tu &lt;br /&gt;Sara' dolore o e' sempre cielo &lt;br /&gt;Fin dove vedo. &lt;br /&gt;Chissa' se avro' paura &lt;br /&gt;O il senso della voglia di te &lt;br /&gt;Se avro' una faccia pallida e sicura &lt;br /&gt;Non ci sara' chi rida di me &lt;br /&gt;Se cerchero' qualcuno &lt;br /&gt;Per ritornare in me &lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno che sorrida un po' sicuro &lt;br /&gt;Che sappia gia' da se'. &lt;br /&gt;Che non finisce mica il cielo &lt;br /&gt;E s'e’ la verita' &lt;br /&gt;Possa restare in questo cielo &lt;br /&gt;Finche' ce la fara' &lt;br /&gt;Se avro' una faccia &lt;br /&gt;Pallida e sicura, sicura. &lt;br /&gt;Non ci sara' chi rida di me. &lt;br /&gt;Perche' io avro' qualcuno &lt;br /&gt;Perche' aspettando te……… &lt;br /&gt;Potrei scoprirmi ancora sulla strada &lt;br /&gt;Per ritornare me, per ritornare in me &lt;br /&gt;Per ritornare in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mia Martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/enonfinisce.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/enonfinisce.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per ascoltare la meravigliosa interpretazione di Chiara Ranieri &lt;br /&gt;concorrente di XFactor 3 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjoXeUJBTDg&amp;feature=player_embedded" target="_blank"&gt;Clikka qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8680610092911092156?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8680610092911092156/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8680610092911092156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8680610092911092156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8680610092911092156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-non-finisce-mica-il-cielo.html' title='E non finisce mica il cielo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3335508390378049181</id><published>2009-10-31T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:07:02.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grafica'/><title type='text'>Life is for living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Suy0mPiNL1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/CkJzqem1Rcc/s1600-h/celiav_liveisforliving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Suy0mPiNL1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/CkJzqem1Rcc/s400/celiav_liveisforliving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398888622408413010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of..   &lt;br /&gt;The things that I shouldn't have done..   &lt;br /&gt;But, life is for living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3335508390378049181?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3335508390378049181/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3335508390378049181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3335508390378049181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3335508390378049181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-for-living.html' title='Life is for living'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Suy0mPiNL1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/CkJzqem1Rcc/s72-c/celiav_liveisforliving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6463278764043059543</id><published>2009-09-30T14:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:33:14.872+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Ancora Qui</title><content type='html'>Non è mai facile un ritorno&lt;br /&gt;Non è impresa da niente&lt;br /&gt;Ma finalmente arriva il giorno che tu fai pace con te&lt;br /&gt;Capire il vento, la ragione, il momento&lt;br /&gt;Spogliarsi di ogni incertezza, inseguire un canto&lt;br /&gt;Anche se per gli altri sarà follia&lt;br /&gt;Ad occhi chiusi io riconoscerei la mia prima volta,&lt;br /&gt;Tra quei sorrisi e quella sincerità il mondo era mio&lt;br /&gt;Quella minestra calda quanto mi manca&lt;br /&gt;Essere il primo a tutti i costi davvero stanca&lt;br /&gt;Voglio respirare poesia,&lt;br /&gt;La mia!&lt;br /&gt;Ancora qui&lt;br /&gt;Per dire di si ai miei sentimenti&lt;br /&gt;Con l'onestà di chi non ha mai barato con te&lt;br /&gt;Abbracciami adesso perché è tempo di noi&lt;br /&gt;Io non ti ho scordato, non l'ho fatto mai&lt;br /&gt;Una domenica diversa da qui, talmente lontana&lt;br /&gt;Era un appello che forse per noi non tornerà più&lt;br /&gt;I miei pensieri in volo dalla finestra&lt;br /&gt;Che diventava un pianeta quella mia stanza&lt;br /&gt;Se il coraggio un premio non è, cos'è&lt;br /&gt;Ancora qui&lt;br /&gt;Per dire di si&lt;br /&gt;Riaccendere i sensi&lt;br /&gt;Affinché tu non mi veda più diverso da te&lt;br /&gt;Nessuna dogana per noi&lt;br /&gt;Nè ieri, nè mai&lt;br /&gt;Ecco il mio indirizzo torna quando vuoi&lt;br /&gt;Lascia la porta spalancata alla vita&lt;br /&gt;Anche se l'hanno umiliata, brutalizzata&lt;br /&gt;C'è ancora qualche cosa di me&lt;br /&gt;In ogni latitudine c'è&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa per cui ritornerei da te&lt;br /&gt;Da te.. ancora da te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Renato Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ancoraqui.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ancoraqui.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6463278764043059543?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6463278764043059543/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6463278764043059543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6463278764043059543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6463278764043059543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/09/ancora-qui.html' title='Ancora Qui'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2180116587476212100</id><published>2009-09-26T17:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:04:23.834+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>E' inutile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Sr4tB3nLSBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/_eyNPdolGao/s1600-h/n1420527878_2175134_3303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Sr4tB3nLSBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/_eyNPdolGao/s400/n1420527878_2175134_3303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385791714513078290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' inutile cancellare qualcosa dalla mente &lt;br /&gt;quando è impressa anche nel cuore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2180116587476212100?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2180116587476212100/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2180116587476212100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2180116587476212100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2180116587476212100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-inutile.html' title='E&apos; inutile..'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/Sr4tB3nLSBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/_eyNPdolGao/s72-c/n1420527878_2175134_3303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7195093752333315160</id><published>2008-10-12T17:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:16:14.406+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Il mio pensiero</title><content type='html'>Cosa c’entra questo cielo lucido&lt;br /&gt;Che non è mai stato così blu&lt;br /&gt;E chi se ne frega delle nuvole&lt;br /&gt;Mentre qui manchi tu&lt;br /&gt;Pomeriggio spompo di domenica&lt;br /&gt;Come fanno gli altri a stare su&lt;br /&gt;Non arriva neanche un po’ di musica&lt;br /&gt;Quando qui manchi tu&lt;br /&gt;E adesso che sei dovunque sei&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere&lt;br /&gt;Cosa c’entra quel tramonto inutile&lt;br /&gt;Non ha l’aria di finire più&lt;br /&gt;E ci tiene a dare il suo spettacolo&lt;br /&gt;Mentre qui manchi tu&lt;br /&gt;Così solo da provare panico&lt;br /&gt;E c’è qualcun'altra qui con me&lt;br /&gt;Devo avere proprio un aria stupida&lt;br /&gt;Sai come è manchi te&lt;br /&gt;E adesso che sei dovunque sei&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere&lt;br /&gt;E adesso che sei dovunque sei&lt;br /&gt;Ridammelo indietro il mio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;Deve esserci un modo per lasciarmi andare&lt;br /&gt;Cosa c’entra questa notte giovane&lt;br /&gt;Non mi cambia niente la tv&lt;br /&gt;E che tristezza che mi fa quel comico&lt;br /&gt;Quando qui manchi tu&lt;br /&gt;E adesso che sei dovunque sei&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere&lt;br /&gt;E adesso che sei dovunque sei&lt;br /&gt;Ridammelo indietro il mio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;Deve esserci un modo per lasciarmi andare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ligabue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ilmiopensiero.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ilmiopensiero.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7195093752333315160?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7195093752333315160/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7195093752333315160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7195093752333315160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7195093752333315160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/10/il-mio-pensiero.html' title='Il mio pensiero'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2522361773692985888</id><published>2008-08-23T05:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:14:33.921+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>Al final..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SK8nEJeXCyI/AAAAAAAAAzE/7CuM1PdxzYk/s1600-h/celiav_solaotravez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SK8nEJeXCyI/AAAAAAAAAzE/7CuM1PdxzYk/s400/celiav_solaotravez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237447843871394594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sola, sola otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tan sola, sola por qué?&lt;br /&gt;Cuánta noche puede abarcar mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Y cuánta libertad, no sé&lt;br /&gt;Sola otra vez, sola busco una luz&lt;br /&gt;Tan sola yo como tú&lt;br /&gt;No alcanzan mis manos para tanto vacío aqui&lt;br /&gt;En el abismo de este cuarto gris al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Y para qué vivir en este afan de hoy&lt;br /&gt;Qué gano con ser libre, si no sé donde voy&lt;br /&gt;No quiero más fingir que todo marcha bien&lt;br /&gt;Si no hay tú sin mi y yo sin ti&lt;br /&gt;No sé, no puede ser&lt;br /&gt;Sola, sola otra vez, sola qué insensatez&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo me envuelve en un capricho de soledad&lt;br /&gt;En un falsa de libertad que no puedo entender&lt;br /&gt;Y para qué vivir en este afan de hoy&lt;br /&gt;Qué gano con ser libre, si no sé donde voy&lt;br /&gt;No quiero más fingir que todo marcha bien&lt;br /&gt;Si no hay tú sin mi y yo sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves que hoy, que hoy sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Se nubla el corazón en un mar de inquietud&lt;br /&gt;Que finge una estación feliz&lt;br /&gt;No sé, ya para qué vivir&lt;br /&gt;La vida en un disfraz&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo siempre al mundo&lt;br /&gt;Si a ti te quiero más&lt;br /&gt;Ya para qué sufrir, contéstame, anda dime&lt;br /&gt;Si la distancia oprime.. Que va! Mejor morir&lt;br /&gt;No quiero más fingir que todo marcha bien&lt;br /&gt;Si no hay tú sin mi y yo sin ti no sé&lt;br /&gt;Que puedo ser.. Sola otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Sola otra vez.. Sola otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lara Fabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/sola.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/sola.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2522361773692985888?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2522361773692985888/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2522361773692985888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2522361773692985888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2522361773692985888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/08/al-final.html' title='Al final..'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SK8nEJeXCyI/AAAAAAAAAzE/7CuM1PdxzYk/s72-c/celiav_solaotravez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8502560661746746639</id><published>2008-08-21T17:09:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:46:06.020+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>Todo tiene su fin</title><content type='html'>Siento que ya llega la hora &lt;br /&gt;que dentro de un momento &lt;br /&gt;te alejarás al fin. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que tus ojos me miren &lt;br /&gt;y que siempre recuerdes el amor que te di. &lt;br /&gt;Pero quisiera que ese dia &lt;br /&gt;al recordar comprendas &lt;br /&gt;todo esto que te di. &lt;br /&gt;Solo me queda la esperanza &lt;br /&gt;que como el viento al humo &lt;br /&gt;te aparte ya de aquí. &lt;br /&gt;Pudo quererme y no comprendo &lt;br /&gt;porque no ha sido así &lt;br /&gt;y es que me da igual a mi ya nada me importa &lt;br /&gt;todo tiene su fin. &lt;br /&gt;Pero quisiera que ese dia &lt;br /&gt;al recordar comprendas &lt;br /&gt;todo esto que te di. &lt;br /&gt;Solo me queda la esperanza &lt;br /&gt;que como el viento al humo &lt;br /&gt;te aparte ya de mi. &lt;br /&gt;Pudo quererme y no comprendo &lt;br /&gt;porque no ha sido así &lt;br /&gt;y es que me da igual a mi ya nada nada me importa &lt;br /&gt;todo tiene su fin. &lt;br /&gt;Siento que ya llega la hora &lt;br /&gt;que dentro de un momento &lt;br /&gt;te alejarás al fin. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que tus ojos me miren &lt;br /&gt;y que siempre recuerdes el amor que te di. &lt;br /&gt;Porque yo siento que ya llegó la hora &lt;br /&gt;y te alejarás al fin. &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero, yo quiero que tus ojos a mi me miren &lt;br /&gt;y recuerdes el amor, el amor que te di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* El Barrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/todo.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/todo.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8502560661746746639?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8502560661746746639/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8502560661746746639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8502560661746746639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8502560661746746639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/08/todo-tiene-su-fin.html' title='Todo tiene su fin'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1921381831547318303</id><published>2008-08-01T06:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:10:24.948+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Un uomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SJKD37vgjxI/AAAAAAAAAyU/G_UxmSsfo2A/s1600-h/4ad62.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SJKD37vgjxI/AAAAAAAAAyU/G_UxmSsfo2A/s320/4ad62.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229387114283568914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei non lo sapeva ma aspettava un Uomo&lt;br /&gt;Che la scuotesse proprio come un tuono&lt;br /&gt;Che la calmasse come un perdono&lt;br /&gt;Che la possedesse e fosse anche un dono&lt;br /&gt;Era tanto tempo che aspettava l'Uomo &lt;br /&gt;Che la ipnotizzasse solo con il suono&lt;br /&gt;Di quella sua voce dolce e impertinente&lt;br /&gt;Che proprio non ci poteva fare niente&lt;br /&gt;Che la fa sentire intelligente&lt;br /&gt;Bella, porca ed elegante&lt;br /&gt;Come se fosse nuda tra la gente&lt;br /&gt;Ma pura e santa come un diamante&lt;br /&gt;Un Uomo dolce e duro nell'Amore&lt;br /&gt;Che sa come prendere e poi dare&lt;br /&gt;Con cui scopare, parlare e mangiare&lt;br /&gt;E poi di nuovo farsi far l'Amore&lt;br /&gt;Per seppellirsi tutta nell'odore&lt;br /&gt;Che le rimane addosso delle ore&lt;br /&gt;Che non si vuole mai più lavare&lt;br /&gt;Per non rischiare di dimenticare&lt;br /&gt;Che le ricordi che sa amare&lt;br /&gt;Un Uomo che sappia rassicurare&lt;br /&gt;Che la faccia osare di sognarsi&lt;br /&gt;Come non é mai riuscita ad immaginarsi&lt;br /&gt;Un Uomo pieno di tramonti&lt;br /&gt;D'istanti, di racconti e d'orizzonti&lt;br /&gt;Che ti guarda e dice: "Cosa senti?"&lt;br /&gt;Come se leggesse nei tuoi sentimenti&lt;br /&gt;Un Uomo senza senso&lt;br /&gt;Anche un po' fragile ma così intenso&lt;br /&gt;Con quel suo odore di fumo denso&lt;br /&gt;Di tabacco e vino e anche d'incenso&lt;br /&gt;Impresentabile ai tuoi genitori&lt;br /&gt;Così coerente anche negli errori&lt;br /&gt;Proprio a te che fino all'altroieri&lt;br /&gt;Ti controllavi anche nei desideri&lt;br /&gt;Tu che vivevi nell'illusione&lt;br /&gt;Di dominare ogni tua passione&lt;br /&gt;Tu che disprezzavi la troppa emozione&lt;br /&gt;Come nemica della Ragione&lt;br /&gt;Non sei mai stata così rilassata&lt;br /&gt;Così serena ed abbandonata&lt;br /&gt;Così viva e così perduta &lt;br /&gt;Come se ti fossi appena ritrovata&lt;br /&gt;Un Uomo dolce e duro nell'Amore&lt;br /&gt;Che sa come prendere e poi dare&lt;br /&gt;Con cui scopare, parlare e mangiare&lt;br /&gt;E poi di nuovo farsi far l'Amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eugenio Finardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/unuomo.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/unuomo.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1921381831547318303?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1921381831547318303/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1921381831547318303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1921381831547318303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1921381831547318303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-uomo.html' title='Un uomo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SJKD37vgjxI/AAAAAAAAAyU/G_UxmSsfo2A/s72-c/4ad62.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2647958233799063510</id><published>2008-08-01T05:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:19:29.342+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Non capirsi è terribile</title><content type='html'>Non capirsi è terribile&lt;br /&gt;non capirsi e abbracciarsi,&lt;br /&gt;ma benchè sembri strano,&lt;br /&gt;è altrettanto terribile&lt;br /&gt;capirsi totalmente.&lt;br /&gt;In un modo o nell’altro ci feriamo.&lt;br /&gt;Ed io, precocemente illuminato,&lt;br /&gt;la tenera tua anima non voglio&lt;br /&gt;mortificare con l’incomprensione,&lt;br /&gt;nè con la comprensione uccidere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Evgenij A. Evtusenko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2647958233799063510?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2647958233799063510/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2647958233799063510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2647958233799063510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2647958233799063510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/08/non-capirsi-terribile.html' title='Non capirsi è terribile'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1405855748798111037</id><published>2008-07-28T16:20:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:01:38.872+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>Si è ora..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SI3ZiFSEMeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qs49N7NM7q8/s1600-h/celiav_peramore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SI3ZiFSEMeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qs49N7NM7q8/s400/celiav_peramore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228073922003743202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/peramore.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/peramore.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di cambiare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per poter vivere ancora &lt;br /&gt;per non perdersi ancora &lt;br /&gt;e..&lt;br /&gt;forse..&lt;br /&gt;per non perdersi mai più!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1405855748798111037?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1405855748798111037/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1405855748798111037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1405855748798111037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1405855748798111037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-ora.html' title='Si è ora..'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SI3ZiFSEMeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qs49N7NM7q8/s72-c/celiav_peramore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2814577116513524771</id><published>2008-07-27T15:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:53:03.918+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Sin que sepas de mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIxe2cMinkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/OnYMNDpjANc/s1600-h/no+puedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIxe2cMinkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/OnYMNDpjANc/s320/no+puedo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227657556845043266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo obligarte a que me quieras. &lt;br /&gt;Sabe Dios que no puedo dejar de quererte. &lt;br /&gt;La espina del dolor rasga mi pecho. &lt;br /&gt;Sé que no te alejará la niebla de los días. &lt;br /&gt;No hay un solo motivo por el que quiera olvidarte. &lt;br /&gt;Seré, sin molestarte, sin que sepas de mí..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Manolo Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/sinquesepas.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/sinquesepas.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2814577116513524771?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2814577116513524771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2814577116513524771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2814577116513524771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2814577116513524771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/sin-que-sepas-de-m.html' title='Sin que sepas de mí'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIxe2cMinkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/OnYMNDpjANc/s72-c/no+puedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7721655851464069947</id><published>2008-07-27T15:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:47:19.282+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Un immagine</title><content type='html'>Ore. Minuti. &lt;br /&gt;Tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Non c'e' tempo &lt;br /&gt;per amare, &lt;br /&gt;non c'è tempo &lt;br /&gt;per vivere, &lt;br /&gt;non c'e' tempo &lt;br /&gt;per sognare. &lt;br /&gt;Non ci sono &lt;br /&gt;le tue parole &lt;br /&gt;da ascoltare, &lt;br /&gt;c'e' solo &lt;br /&gt;una foto. &lt;br /&gt;Non ci sono &lt;br /&gt;le carezze, &lt;br /&gt;le strade &lt;br /&gt;alberate con &lt;br /&gt;i lenti passi &lt;br /&gt;che segnano &lt;br /&gt;la polvere. &lt;br /&gt;Non ci sono &lt;br /&gt;ombre sotto &lt;br /&gt;gli alberi &lt;br /&gt;a nascondere &lt;br /&gt;un bacio. &lt;br /&gt;C'è una foto. &lt;br /&gt;Non ci sono &lt;br /&gt;le bolle di sapone &lt;br /&gt;piene di passione &lt;br /&gt;che volano nel buio &lt;br /&gt;a scoppiare &lt;br /&gt;in sospiri e grida. &lt;br /&gt;C'e' solo una foto. &lt;br /&gt;Un immagine fissa, &lt;br /&gt;un orologio &lt;br /&gt;senza pause, &lt;br /&gt;non c'e' il tempo, &lt;br /&gt;il tempo per amare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* R Perin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7721655851464069947?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7721655851464069947/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7721655851464069947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7721655851464069947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7721655851464069947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-immagine.html' title='Un immagine'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-9062973334244230382</id><published>2008-07-22T16:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:46:40.826+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Hay amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIXwmErCFkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZdGPBf2ZMr8/s1600-h/celiav_scraplove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIXwmErCFkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZdGPBf2ZMr8/s400/celiav_scraplove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225847479513257538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay mi bien, que no haria yo por ti? &lt;br /&gt;por tenerte un segundo, alejados del mundo &lt;br /&gt;y cerquita de mi? &lt;br /&gt;Hay mi bien, como el rio Magdalena &lt;br /&gt;que se funde en la arena del mar &lt;br /&gt;quiero fundirme yo en ti. &lt;br /&gt;Hay amores que se vuelven resistentes a los daños, &lt;br /&gt;como el vino que mejora con los años, &lt;br /&gt;asi crece lo que siento yo por ti. &lt;br /&gt;Hay amores que se esperan al invierno y florecen, &lt;br /&gt;y en las noches del otoño reverdecen, &lt;br /&gt;tal como el amor que siento yo por ti. &lt;br /&gt;Hay mi bien, no te olvides del mar &lt;br /&gt;que en las noches me ha visto llorar &lt;br /&gt;tantos recuerdos de ti. &lt;br /&gt;Hay mi bien, no te olvides del dia &lt;br /&gt;que separo tu vida de la pobre vida &lt;br /&gt;que me toco vivir. &lt;br /&gt;Hay amores que se vuelven resistentes a los daños, &lt;br /&gt;como el vino que mejora con los años, &lt;br /&gt;asi crece lo que siento yo por ti. &lt;br /&gt;Hay amores que parece que se acaban y florecen, &lt;br /&gt;y en las noches del otoño reverdecen, &lt;br /&gt;tal como el amor que siento yo por ti. &lt;br /&gt;yo por ti, por ti, &lt;br /&gt;como el amor que siento yo por ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shakira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/hayamores.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/hayamores.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-9062973334244230382?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/9062973334244230382/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=9062973334244230382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/9062973334244230382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/9062973334244230382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-amores.html' title='Hay amores'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIXwmErCFkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZdGPBf2ZMr8/s72-c/celiav_scraplove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2503620810765802619</id><published>2008-07-20T11:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:51:34.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Pienso En Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIMQch1bgjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wik5sJeaPrg/s1600-h/celiav_piensoenti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIMQch1bgjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wik5sJeaPrg/s400/celiav_piensoenti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225038074984759858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada día pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;pienso un poco más en ti&lt;br /&gt;despedazo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;se destruye algo de mi&lt;br /&gt;cada día pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;pienso un poco más en ti&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;busco un algo de valor&lt;br /&gt;para continuar asi&lt;br /&gt;y te veo así no te toque&lt;br /&gt;rezo por ti cada noche&lt;br /&gt;amanece y pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;y retumba en mis oídos&lt;br /&gt;el tic-tac de los relojes&lt;br /&gt;y sigo pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;y sigo pensando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/piensoenti.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2503620810765802619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/pienso-en-ti.html' title='Pienso En Ti'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SIMQch1bgjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wik5sJeaPrg/s72-c/celiav_piensoenti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2903060074513413820</id><published>2008-07-18T05:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:19:04.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>How Am I Supposed To Live Without You</title><content type='html'>I could hardly believe it &lt;br /&gt;when I heard the news today. &lt;br /&gt;I had to come and get it straight from you. &lt;br /&gt;They said you were leavin', &lt;br /&gt;someone's swept your heart away. &lt;br /&gt;From the look upon your face, I see it's true. &lt;br /&gt;So tell me all about it, &lt;br /&gt;tell me 'bout the plans you're makin'. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell me one thing more before I go. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how am I supposed to live without you, &lt;br /&gt;now that I've been lovin' you so long? &lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live without you? &lt;br /&gt;And how am I supposed to carry on &lt;br /&gt;when all that I've been living for is gone? &lt;br /&gt;I'm too proud for crying, &lt;br /&gt;didn't come here to break down. &lt;br /&gt;It's just a dream of mine is comin' to an end. &lt;br /&gt;And how can I blame you &lt;br /&gt;when I built my world around the hope &lt;br /&gt;that one day, we'd be so much more than friends? &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know the price &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pay for dreamin'. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, even now it's more than I can take. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how am I supposed to live without you, &lt;br /&gt;now that I've been lovin' you so long? &lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live without you? &lt;br /&gt;And how am I supposed to carry on, &lt;br /&gt;when all that I've been living for is gone? &lt;br /&gt;Now I don't wanna know &lt;br /&gt;the price I'm gonna pay for dreamin', &lt;br /&gt;oh, now that your dream has come true. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how am I supposed to live without you, &lt;br /&gt;now that I've been lovin' you so long? &lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live without you? &lt;br /&gt;And how am I supposed to carry on, &lt;br /&gt;when all that I've been livin' for is gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Michael Bolton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/how.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/how.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2903060074513413820?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2903060074513413820/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2903060074513413820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2903060074513413820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2903060074513413820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-am-i-supposed-to-live-without-you.html' title='How Am I Supposed To Live Without You'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1969895396087897948</id><published>2008-07-16T16:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:37:21.769+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>La poesia è...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SH4xwAqEtVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/E_u2zaxWvl4/s1600-h/0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SH4xwAqEtVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/E_u2zaxWvl4/s320/0181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223667318676305234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La poesia è il salvagente &lt;br /&gt;cui mi aggrappo &lt;br /&gt;quando tutto sembra svanire. &lt;br /&gt;Quando il mio cuore gronda &lt;br /&gt;per lo strazio delle parole che &lt;br /&gt;feriscono, dei silenzi che trascinano &lt;br /&gt;verso il precipizio. &lt;br /&gt;Quando sono diventato così &lt;br /&gt;impenetrabile &lt;br /&gt;che neanche l'aria &lt;br /&gt;riesce a passare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Khalil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1969895396087897948?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1969895396087897948/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1969895396087897948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1969895396087897948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1969895396087897948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-poesia.html' title='La poesia è...'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SH4xwAqEtVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/E_u2zaxWvl4/s72-c/0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2110375854986526864</id><published>2008-07-12T16:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:36:24.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>I will be here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SHjJoeHrZII/AAAAAAAAAlw/y3B0Qn0wqv0/s1600-h/celiav_loveme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SHjJoeHrZII/AAAAAAAAAlw/y3B0Qn0wqv0/s400/celiav_loveme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222145465053308034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning if you wake up&lt;br /&gt;and the sun does not appear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;If in the dark, we lose sight of love&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I will be here&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like being quiet&lt;br /&gt;When you need to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;I will listen&lt;br /&gt;And I will be here&lt;br /&gt;When the laughter turns to cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Through the winning, losing and trying&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, if you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And the future is unclear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Just as sure as seasons were made for change&lt;br /&gt;Our lifetimes were made for these years&lt;br /&gt;So I will be here&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;And you can cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;When the mirror tells us we're older&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be here&lt;br /&gt;To watch you grow in beauty&lt;br /&gt;And tell you all the things you are to me&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;I will be true to the promise I have made&lt;br /&gt;To you and to the One who gave you to me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, if you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And the sun does not appear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/iwillbehere.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2110375854986526864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-be-here.html' title='I will be here'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SHjJoeHrZII/AAAAAAAAAlw/y3B0Qn0wqv0/s72-c/celiav_loveme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3752131958558458502</id><published>2008-07-03T05:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:01:13.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>L’amore non si spiega</title><content type='html'>Cosa non farò per farmi amare&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per dirti che&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per quest’amore&lt;br /&gt;Per dirti cosa sei per me&lt;br /&gt;Dormo ancora solo in questa stanza&lt;br /&gt;Dove al buio i sogni vanno via&lt;br /&gt;Resta solo il peso della mia malinconia&lt;br /&gt;L’amore non si spiega&lt;br /&gt;Fa girare il mondo e poi&lt;br /&gt;Se non c’è diventa tutto inutile&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi farne a meno mai&lt;br /&gt;Nemmeno quando poi&lt;br /&gt;Sarà solo silenzio e freddo tra di noi&lt;br /&gt;E volando superando i monti&lt;br /&gt;Verso cieli bianchi di libertà&lt;br /&gt;E volando finchè tutto il mondo&lt;br /&gt;Solamente un punto sembrerà&lt;br /&gt;E ora cosa non farò per amare&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per te&lt;br /&gt;Tu sola sei l’amore&lt;br /&gt;Tu sola sei per me&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che vorrai stare al mio fianco&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che sarai solo per me&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che consolerai il mio pianto&lt;br /&gt;Ed io vivrò solo per te&lt;br /&gt;Dammi ancora solo un po’ di tempo&lt;br /&gt;Giusto quanto basta perché poi&lt;br /&gt;Torni ancora tutto come prima&lt;br /&gt;Tra di noi&lt;br /&gt;E volando superando...&lt;br /&gt;Stella del mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;Splendi su di me&lt;br /&gt;E ora cosa non farò per amare&lt;br /&gt;Non mi chiedere perché&lt;br /&gt;L’amore non si spiega&lt;br /&gt;Tu sola sei per me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sergio Cammariere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/lamore.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/lamore.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3752131958558458502?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3752131958558458502/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3752131958558458502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3752131958558458502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3752131958558458502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/lamore-non-si-spiega.html' title='L’amore non si spiega'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-4847511664832062294</id><published>2008-07-01T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:27:47.348+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grafica'/><title type='text'>La bellezza delle cose..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGqWkMPCh1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/0nNUkHz1T5g/s1600-h/celiav_pure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGqWkMPCh1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/0nNUkHz1T5g/s400/celiav_pure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218148666765903698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La bellezza delle cose esiste &lt;br /&gt;nella mente che le contempla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* David Hume&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-4847511664832062294?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/4847511664832062294/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=4847511664832062294&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/4847511664832062294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/4847511664832062294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-bellezza-delle-cose.html' title='La bellezza delle cose..'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGqWkMPCh1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/0nNUkHz1T5g/s72-c/celiav_pure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1315623529529651808</id><published>2008-06-28T23:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:51:49.192+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hoy igual que ayer</title><content type='html'>Hoy igual que ayer &lt;br /&gt;Todos los días lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Hoy igual que ayer &lt;br /&gt;Todos los dias lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Y es que no voy a vivir contigo siempre &lt;br /&gt;siempre sufriendo &lt;br /&gt;Es que no voy a fingir un amor que no siento &lt;br /&gt;tu también quieres volar &lt;br /&gt;y yo también quiero ser libre &lt;br /&gt;que nos separe a los dos este amor imposible &lt;br /&gt;igual que ayer &lt;br /&gt;Todos los días lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Hoy igual que ayer &lt;br /&gt;Todos los dias lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Y es que para sentir necesito amar y ser amado &lt;br /&gt;Ya no te voy a mentir te diré la verdad: no te quiero &lt;br /&gt;Siento mucho que tu otra cosa habias pensado &lt;br /&gt;Tu dirás si te preguntan que tu amor se fue volando &lt;br /&gt;Hoy igual que ayer &lt;br /&gt;Todos los días lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Hoy igual que ayer &lt;br /&gt;Todos los dias lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Niña Pastori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1315623529529651808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1315623529529651808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoy-igual-que-ayer.html' title='Hoy igual que ayer'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8663793071972835115</id><published>2008-06-26T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:12:50.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grafica'/><title type='text'>L' Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGOE6xWU1OI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7lUhiiq_obE/s1600-h/celiav_gaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGOE6xWU1OI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7lUhiiq_obE/s400/celiav_gaia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216158938639422690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’arte non esprime mai nulla al di fuori di se stessa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8663793071972835115?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8663793071972835115/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7970501921958652555</id><published>2008-06-26T13:30:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:15:50.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Solo tu</title><content type='html'>Detrás de los latidos secos que deja el reloj&lt;br /&gt;detrás de esta sonrisa a media hasta y sin color&lt;br /&gt;detrás de los amigos y del humo a contra luz&lt;br /&gt;detrás de los espejos y las sombras estas tu&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de las pisadas de los que vienen y van&lt;br /&gt;detras de un calendario que adelanta marcha atrás&lt;br /&gt;detrás de cada foto de su cara y de su cruz&lt;br /&gt;detrás de la prisión de mis nocturnos estás tu&lt;br /&gt;Y por más que me digo mil veces &lt;br /&gt;que debo seguir y vivir&lt;br /&gt;y por más que reniego tu nombre &lt;br /&gt;no puedo librarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;Por que estás en las canciones&lt;br /&gt;en las costuras de mi cuerpo en los colores&lt;br /&gt;en otros labios y otros besos &lt;br /&gt;en poemas que me recuerdan que no estás&lt;br /&gt;en los silencios que de noche &lt;br /&gt;gritan en mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;En las mañanas siempre desnuda de tu olor&lt;br /&gt;en las ventanas cerradas a este corazon&lt;br /&gt;en estas alas que ya no vuelan hacia el sur&lt;br /&gt;detrás de todo detrás no hay nada mas que tu&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de cada esquina de esta fria y gran ciudad&lt;br /&gt;detrás de ese telefono que se olvidó de hablar&lt;br /&gt;detrás de las tormentas de la calma y la quietud&lt;br /&gt;detrás de otro gesto y otras voces estas tu&lt;br /&gt;Detras de cada abrazo que hace despertar mi piel&lt;br /&gt;detrás de cada carta que escribí y que quemé&lt;br /&gt;detrás del negro cielo el blanco invierno el mar azul&lt;br /&gt;detrás de cada día y cada noche ahi estas tu&lt;br /&gt;Y por más que me digo mil veces &lt;br /&gt;que debo seguir y vivir&lt;br /&gt;y por más que reniego tu nombre &lt;br /&gt;no puedo librarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;Por que estás en las canciones&lt;br /&gt;en las costuras de mi cuerpo en los colores&lt;br /&gt;en otros labios y otros besos en poemas&lt;br /&gt;que me recuerdan que no estás&lt;br /&gt;en los silencios que de noche &lt;br /&gt;gritan en mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;En las mañanas siempre desnuda de tu olor&lt;br /&gt;en las ventanas cerradas a este corazon&lt;br /&gt;en estas alas que ya no vuelan hacia el sur&lt;br /&gt;detrás de todo detrás no hay nada más que tu&lt;br /&gt;detrás de todo no queda nada, sólo tu&lt;br /&gt;sólo tu, umm, sólo tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pastora Soler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/solotu.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/solotu.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7970501921958652555?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7970501921958652555/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7970501921958652555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7970501921958652555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7970501921958652555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/slo-t.html' title='Solo tu'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3029550362881526269</id><published>2008-06-24T17:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:26:22.075+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Prigioniera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGESR5QAj9I/AAAAAAAAAko/RU593lj9RVc/s1600-h/celiav_prisionera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGESR5QAj9I/AAAAAAAAAko/RU593lj9RVc/s400/celiav_prisionera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469942106787794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sui rami&lt;br /&gt;indecisi&lt;br /&gt;andava una fanciulla&lt;br /&gt;ed era la vita. &lt;br /&gt;Sui rami&lt;br /&gt;indecisi. &lt;br /&gt;Con uno specchietto&lt;br /&gt;rifletteva il giorno&lt;br /&gt;che era lo splendore&lt;br /&gt;della sua fronte pura. &lt;br /&gt;Sui rami&lt;br /&gt;indecisi. &lt;br /&gt;Sulle tenebre&lt;br /&gt;andava sperduta, &lt;br /&gt;piangendo rugiada, &lt;br /&gt;prigioniera del tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Sui rami&lt;br /&gt;indecisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3029550362881526269?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3029550362881526269/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3029550362881526269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3029550362881526269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3029550362881526269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/di-sogni.html' title='Prigioniera'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SGESR5QAj9I/AAAAAAAAAko/RU593lj9RVc/s72-c/celiav_prisionera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6045795909817824194</id><published>2008-06-24T17:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:38:53.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>La cura</title><content type='html'>Ti proteggerò dalle paure delle ipocondrie,&lt;br /&gt;dai turbamenti che da oggi incontrerai per la tua via.&lt;br /&gt;Dalle ingiustizie e dagli inganni del tuo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;dai fallimenti che per tua natura normalmente attirerai.&lt;br /&gt;Ti solleverò dai dolori e dai tuoi sbalzi d'umore,&lt;br /&gt;dalle ossessioni delle tue manie.&lt;br /&gt;Supererò le correnti gravitazionali,&lt;br /&gt;lo spazio e la luce&lt;br /&gt;per non farti invecchiare.&lt;br /&gt;E guarirai da tutte le malattie,&lt;br /&gt;perché sei un essere speciale,&lt;br /&gt;ed io, avrò cura di te.&lt;br /&gt;Vagavo per i campi del Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;(come vi ero arrivato, chissà).&lt;br /&gt;Non hai fiori bianchi per me?&lt;br /&gt;Più veloci di aquile i miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;attraversano il mare.&lt;br /&gt;Ti porterò soprattutto il silenzio e la pazienza.&lt;br /&gt;Percorreremo assieme le vie che portano all'essenza.&lt;br /&gt;I profumi d'amore inebrieranno i nostri corpi,&lt;br /&gt;la bonaccia d'agosto non calmerà i nostri sensi.&lt;br /&gt;Tesserò i tuoi capelli come trame di un canto.&lt;br /&gt;Conosco le leggi del mondo, e te ne farò dono.&lt;br /&gt;Supererò le correnti gravitazionali,&lt;br /&gt;lo spazio e la luce per non farti invecchiare.&lt;br /&gt;Ti salverò da ogni malinconia,&lt;br /&gt;perché sei un essere speciale ed io avrò cura di te...&lt;br /&gt;io sì, che avrò cura di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Franco Battiato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6045795909817824194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6045795909817824194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-cura.html' title='La cura'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2523057179173067602</id><published>2008-06-22T09:59:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:20:15.899+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Due amanti felici</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SF4JwNDxfoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8dnm4qZ3F3E/s1600-h/amanti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SF4JwNDxfoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8dnm4qZ3F3E/s320/amanti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214616142285471362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due amanti felici fanno un solo pane,&lt;br /&gt;una sola goccia di luna nell'erba,&lt;br /&gt;lascian camminando due ombre che s'uniscono,&lt;br /&gt;lasciano un solo sole vuoto in un letto.&lt;br /&gt;Di tutte le verità scelsero il giorno:&lt;br /&gt;non s'uccisero con fili, ma con un aroma&lt;br /&gt;e non spezzarono la pace né le parole.&lt;br /&gt;E' la felicità una torre trasparente.&lt;br /&gt;L'aria, il vino vanno coi due amanti,&lt;br /&gt;gli regala la notte i suoi petali felici,&lt;br /&gt;hanno diritto a tutti i garofani.&lt;br /&gt;Due amanti felici non hanno fine né morte,&lt;br /&gt;nascono e muoiono più volte vivendo,&lt;br /&gt;hanno l'eternità della natura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2523057179173067602?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2523057179173067602/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2523057179173067602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2523057179173067602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2523057179173067602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/due-amanti-felici.html' title='Due amanti felici'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SF4JwNDxfoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8dnm4qZ3F3E/s72-c/amanti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5986762154550677717</id><published>2008-06-21T00:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:17:40.537+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Qui ti amo</title><content type='html'>Qui ti amo.&lt;br /&gt;Negli oscuri pini si districa il vento.&lt;br /&gt;Brilla la luna sulle acque erranti.&lt;br /&gt;Trascorrono giorni uguali che s'inseguono.&lt;br /&gt;La nebbia si scioglie in figure danzanti.&lt;br /&gt;Un gabbiano d'argento si stacca dal tramonto.&lt;br /&gt;A volte una vela. Alte, alte stelle.&lt;br /&gt;O la croce nera di una nave.&lt;br /&gt;Solo.&lt;br /&gt;A volte albeggio, ed è umida persino la mia anima.&lt;br /&gt;Suona, risuona il mare lontano.&lt;br /&gt;Questo è un porto.&lt;br /&gt;Qui ti amo.&lt;br /&gt;Qui ti amo e invano l'orizzonte ti nasconde.&lt;br /&gt;Ti sto amando anche tra queste fredde cose.&lt;br /&gt;A volte i miei baci vanno su quelle navi gravi,&lt;br /&gt;che corrono per il mare verso dove non giungono.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vedo già dimenticato come queste vecchie àncore.&lt;br /&gt;I moli sono più tristi quando attracca la sera.&lt;br /&gt;La mia vita s'affatica invano affamata.&lt;br /&gt;Amo ciò che non ho. Tu sei così distante.&lt;br /&gt;La mia noia combatte con i lenti crepuscoli.&lt;br /&gt;Ma la notte giunge e incomincia a cantarrni.&lt;br /&gt;La luna fa girare la sua pellicola di sogno.&lt;br /&gt;Le stelle più grandi mi guardano con i tuoi occhi.&lt;br /&gt;E poiché io ti amo, i pini nel vento&lt;br /&gt;vogliono cantare il tuo nome con le loro foglie di filo metallico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5986762154550677717?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5986762154550677717/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5986762154550677717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5986762154550677717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5986762154550677717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/qui-ti-amo.html' title='Qui ti amo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6173783891697370196</id><published>2008-06-19T00:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:39:29.397+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Ho una mano sul cuore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SFlNX7t3iWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_dQTpHlyRYM/s1600-h/manocuore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SFlNX7t3iWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_dQTpHlyRYM/s320/manocuore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213283117220464994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ho una mano sul cuore &lt;br /&gt;che stringe, &lt;br /&gt;e non fa dormire. &lt;br /&gt;La mente è offuscata &lt;br /&gt;da mille pensieri, &lt;br /&gt;mi strugge quel male sottile, &lt;br /&gt;mi procura dolore, &lt;br /&gt;spero solo di non vacillare. &lt;br /&gt;La mia rabbia riesco a domare &lt;br /&gt;perché ancora ho pieno controllo, &lt;br /&gt;ma la mia battaglia non mollo &lt;br /&gt;impazzisco o faccio impazzire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Anna De Santis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6173783891697370196?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6173783891697370196/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6173783891697370196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6173783891697370196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6173783891697370196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/ho-una-mano-sul-cuore.html' title='Ho una mano sul cuore'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SFlNX7t3iWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_dQTpHlyRYM/s72-c/manocuore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7757006691608367958</id><published>2008-06-18T23:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:40:14.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Correre di notte</title><content type='html'>Correre di notte per la strada &lt;br /&gt;è un modo come un altro&lt;br /&gt;per pensare a un’altra cosa&lt;br /&gt;e il mondo a luci spente&lt;br /&gt;mi nasconde dalla gente &lt;br /&gt;per stare un po’ con me&lt;br /&gt;correre più forte verso casa&lt;br /&gt;fermarsi a prender fiato&lt;br /&gt;sotto a una finestra accesa&lt;br /&gt;e dietro i vetri l’eco&lt;br /&gt;di una festa che mi chiama&lt;br /&gt;ma non mi fermerò pero’ pero’…&lt;br /&gt;non passa neanche un minuto&lt;br /&gt;che non penso a noi&lt;br /&gt;a tutto ciò che eravamo&lt;br /&gt;ti ricordi quante volte&lt;br /&gt;ti ho rincorsa per la strada&lt;br /&gt;quanti pomeriggi persi per amarti&lt;br /&gt;persi per salvarci&lt;br /&gt;e adesso no non c’è più amore&lt;br /&gt;e invece no c’è ancora il sole dentro di noi&lt;br /&gt;tu che non mi credi mai&lt;br /&gt;rimani con me&lt;br /&gt;passo dopo passo arrivò il giorno&lt;br /&gt;che non cercavo niente&lt;br /&gt;e ti ho incontrata all’improvviso&lt;br /&gt;la scusa più banale&lt;br /&gt;per strapparti quel sorriso&lt;br /&gt;per capire come sei, dove sei&lt;br /&gt;non passa neanche un minuto&lt;br /&gt;che non penso a noi&lt;br /&gt;tu invece hai dimenticato&lt;br /&gt;le mie mani la tua pelle&lt;br /&gt;e tutto il bene che c’è stato&lt;br /&gt;quante notti ancora perse per amarti&lt;br /&gt;perse per salvarci&lt;br /&gt;e adesso no non c’è più amore&lt;br /&gt;e invece no c’è ancora il sole dentro di noi&lt;br /&gt;tu che non mi credi mai&lt;br /&gt;e se non mi credi vai&lt;br /&gt;quante volte ci ho sperato&lt;br /&gt;e adesso guarda quanta luce hai…&lt;br /&gt;correre di notte….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Stefano Zarfati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/correre.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/correre.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8048429980110172611</id><published>2008-06-12T03:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:26:48.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Ves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SFDcsyexGmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qh8Q8-Fc9Rs/s1600-h/celiav_thelovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SFDcsyexGmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qh8Q8-Fc9Rs/s400/celiav_thelovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210907430890838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ves que aun te puedo tocar con un dedo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Puedo hacerte temblar cuando escuchas mi voz&lt;br /&gt;No esta todo perdido si quema mi fuego en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Cuando digo tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Se que no todo acabo el amor sigue aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esto no termino tu me miras asi como ayer&lt;br /&gt;Tiene tanto poder lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;Ves que lo nuestro es eterno&lt;br /&gt;Yo te puedo amar&lt;br /&gt;Dejate llevar&lt;br /&gt;Ves que mi amor es tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que tu ausencia es dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que es amargo el sabor si no estas, si te vas&lt;br /&gt;Y no regresas nunca mas&lt;br /&gt;Que aun te puedo llenar&lt;br /&gt;Con mi piel en tu piel de pasión&lt;br /&gt;Que aun se puede salvar la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Para volver a respirar&lt;br /&gt;en tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Ves que me acuerdo de cada detalle de ti&lt;br /&gt;Que es mi unico sueño el hacerte feliz&lt;br /&gt;Que no importa lo que haya pasado&lt;br /&gt;No importa el dolor si hoy estas a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Yo te puedo amar&lt;br /&gt;Dejate llevar&lt;br /&gt;Ves que mi amor es tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que tu ausencia es dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que es amargo el sabor si no estas, si te vas&lt;br /&gt;Y no regresas nunca mas&lt;br /&gt;Que aun te puedo llenar&lt;br /&gt;Con mi piel en tu piel de pasión&lt;br /&gt;Que aun se puede salvar la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Para volver a respirar en tu corazón..&lt;br /&gt;en tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sin Bandera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ves.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ves.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8048429980110172611?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8048429980110172611/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8048429980110172611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8048429980110172611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8048429980110172611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/06/ves.html' title='Ves'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SFDcsyexGmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qh8Q8-Fc9Rs/s72-c/celiav_thelovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5255556244776623276</id><published>2008-06-05T10:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:38:48.238+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frammenti'/><title type='text'>Per il mio cuore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SEelf15UEvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ErFSp2oU8iU/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SEelf15UEvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ErFSp2oU8iU/s320/115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208313460539265778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per il mio cuore basta il tuo petto,&lt;br /&gt;per la tua libertà bastano le mie ali.&lt;br /&gt;Dalla mia bocca arriverà fino in cielo&lt;br /&gt;ciò che stava sopito sulla tua anima.&lt;br /&gt;E' in te l'illusione di ogni giorno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5255556244776623276?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5255556244776623276/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte dovrò cambiare&lt;br /&gt;prima di non averti più&lt;br /&gt;e per mai più lasciarti andare.&lt;br /&gt;Dovrò scappare dalle mie certezze&lt;br /&gt;che sono le corteccie&lt;br /&gt;dei miei momenti liberi&lt;br /&gt;in cambio dei brividi&lt;br /&gt;che non mi darà più&lt;br /&gt;il tuo amore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2991105428525282886?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2991105428525282886/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2991105428525282886&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SD5zLPIoXaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3ojEuaBAK9Y/s1600-h/celiav_mythos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205724856165359010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SD5zLPIoXaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3ojEuaBAK9Y/s400/celiav_mythos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le cose che amiamo ci modellano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6857023542375853166?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6857023542375853166/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6857023542375853166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6857023542375853166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6857023542375853166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/le-cose-che.html' title='Le cose che...'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SD5zLPIoXaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3ojEuaBAK9Y/s72-c/celiav_mythos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1911143599175632154</id><published>2008-05-27T08:29:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:59:09.388+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Ya no hay forma de pedir perdón</title><content type='html'>¿Cómo voy a lograr que aún me quieras?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo lograr que quieras escuchar?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando este fuego me desvela&lt;br /&gt;pero despierto solo una vez más&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo lograr verte de nuevo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo he de recobrar tu corazón?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo aceptar que todo ha muerto&lt;br /&gt;y ya no hay forma de pedir perdón?&lt;br /&gt;Qué mal..&lt;br /&gt;qué mal..&lt;br /&gt;esta absurda y triste historia&lt;br /&gt;que se pone cada vez peor&lt;br /&gt;Qué mal..&lt;br /&gt;qué mal..&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué ni puedo hablarte?&lt;br /&gt;Temo que es así&lt;br /&gt;que ya no hay forma de pedir perdón&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo lograr que aún me quieras?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo lograr que quieras escuchar?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando este fuego me desvela...&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es lo que voy a hacer?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es lo que voy a hacer&lt;br /&gt;si ya no hay forma de pedir perdón?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pedro Aznar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hB4B5-kKIss" target="_blank"&gt;Clikka qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1911143599175632154?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1911143599175632154/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1911143599175632154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1911143599175632154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1911143599175632154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/ya-no-hay-forma-de-pedir-perdn.html' title='Ya no hay forma de pedir perdón'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2584273808533939724</id><published>2008-05-21T23:39:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:20:50.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Y que pequeña que soy yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SDSjMsh5svI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rH6zLnpUA50/s1600-h/yqpeque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SDSjMsh5svI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rH6zLnpUA50/s320/yqpeque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202962908026876658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que grande eres amor.. &lt;br /&gt;que me das mil razones y luego la locura.&lt;br /&gt;Que perfumas mi cama y escondes las rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Tras vencerte te pierdo, tras amarte me odias.&lt;br /&gt;Que dueño del viento tu borras mis huellas&lt;br /&gt;que dueño del tiempo me añoras y olvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Que injusto eres amor.. &lt;br /&gt;que no distingues entre buenos ni malos.&lt;br /&gt;Que le vuelves la espalda &lt;br /&gt;al que siempre ha luchado.&lt;br /&gt;Al que lo ha dado todo esperando muy poco.&lt;br /&gt;Que te cuelas en su corazon y lo gastas&lt;br /&gt;y al mio lo llenas y lo vuelves tan loco&lt;br /&gt;que nunca te olvida y que nunca se muere.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no soy nadie sin ti, contigo no soy yo&lt;br /&gt;nunca te eligo aunque te persigo&lt;br /&gt;te crees sincero y me creo tus mentiras&lt;br /&gt;por ti se que existo y existes por mi.&lt;br /&gt;¡Que grande es este amor!&lt;br /&gt;Que pequeña que soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Que grande eres amor.. &lt;br /&gt;que me lo arrebatas sin ser arrebatado.&lt;br /&gt;Que te bebes mi vida y que sigues sediento.&lt;br /&gt;Que me sueltas me agarras &lt;br /&gt;que me traes y me llevas.&lt;br /&gt;Que aunque sola me sienta me siento tan libre&lt;br /&gt;para buscarte de nuevo sufrir y abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta volver y me cuesta marcharme.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no soy nadie sin ti, contigo no soy yo&lt;br /&gt;nunca te eligo aunque te persigo&lt;br /&gt;te crees sincero y me creo tus mentiras&lt;br /&gt;por ti se que existo y existes por mi&lt;br /&gt;¡Que grande es este amor!&lt;br /&gt;Que pequeña que soy yo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pastora Soler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/yquepeque.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/yquepeque.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2584273808533939724?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2584273808533939724/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2584273808533939724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2584273808533939724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2584273808533939724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-que-pequea-que-soy-yo.html' title='Y que pequeña que soy yo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SDSjMsh5svI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rH6zLnpUA50/s72-c/yqpeque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-117788440129141686</id><published>2008-05-18T02:08:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:06:48.615+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Per Amore</title><content type='html'>Io conosco solo quello che mi fai vedere&lt;br /&gt;il tuo volere, la tua passione&lt;br /&gt;il tuo lasciarti amare&lt;br /&gt;eppure se continuo &lt;br /&gt;a sfidare i tuoi segreti &lt;br /&gt;è perché per Amore faccio &lt;br /&gt;quello che vorresti ma non chiedi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratto dal programma "Ti lascio una canzone" &lt;br /&gt;Andrea Faustini canta Per Amore di Andrea Bocelli&lt;br /&gt;Quando a solo 13 anni si ha il dono di saper emozionare.. &lt;br /&gt;Bravissimo Andrea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io conosco la tua strada&lt;br /&gt;Ogni passo che farai&lt;br /&gt;Le tue ansie chiuse e i vuoti&lt;br /&gt;Sassi che allontanerai&lt;br /&gt;E sarebbe come se&lt;br /&gt;Questo cielo in fiamme&lt;br /&gt;Ricadesse in te..&lt;br /&gt;Come scena su un attore..&lt;br /&gt;Per amore&lt;br /&gt;Hai mai fatto niente&lt;br /&gt;Solo per amore&lt;br /&gt;Hai sfidato il vento e urlato mai&lt;br /&gt;Diviso il cuore stesso&lt;br /&gt;Pagato e riscomesso&lt;br /&gt;Dietro questa mania&lt;br /&gt;Che resta solo mia?&lt;br /&gt;Per amore&lt;br /&gt;Hai mai corso senza fiato&lt;br /&gt;Per amore&lt;br /&gt;Perso e ricominciato?&lt;br /&gt;E devi dirlo adesso&lt;br /&gt;Quanto di te ci hai messo&lt;br /&gt;Quanto hai creduto tu&lt;br /&gt;In questa bugia..&lt;br /&gt;E sarebbe come se&lt;br /&gt;Questo fiume in piena&lt;br /&gt;Risalisse a me&lt;br /&gt;Come china da un pittore&lt;br /&gt;Per amore&lt;br /&gt;Hai mai speso tutto quanto, la ragione&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo orgoglio fino al pianto?&lt;br /&gt;Lo sai stasera resto&lt;br /&gt;Non ho nessun pretesto&lt;br /&gt;Soltanto una mania&lt;br /&gt;Che ancora forte e mia&lt;br /&gt;Dentro quest'anima che strappi via&lt;br /&gt;E devi dirlo adesso&lt;br /&gt;Sincero con te stesso&lt;br /&gt;Ti costa almeno questo andare via&lt;br /&gt;E sarebbe come se&lt;br /&gt;Tutto questo mare&lt;br /&gt;Annegasse in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.rai.tv/mpplaymedia/0,,Junior%5E1%5E73805,00.html" target="_blank"&gt; Clicca qui&lt;/a&gt; per ascoltarla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-117788440129141686?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/117788440129141686/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=117788440129141686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/117788440129141686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/117788440129141686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/per-amore.html' title='Per Amore'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8862677699318985121</id><published>2008-05-14T12:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:09:02.064+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Sarò Sincero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SCrEZsh5ssI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SinGF55L8JA/s1600-h/15043991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SCrEZsh5ssI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SinGF55L8JA/s320/15043991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200184665481786050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento spesso il bisogno di chiudere gli occhi &lt;br /&gt;e capire se è giusto pensarti lo stesso &lt;br /&gt;anche se sei  un ricordo&lt;br /&gt;ed è strano ricevere tanto da te&lt;br /&gt;senza averti vicino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il nuovo singolo dei miei adorati Modà &lt;br /&gt;che farà parte del muovo album "Sala d'attesa"&lt;br /&gt;che dovrebbe uscire Venerdì 16 Maggio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8lqg7dVlG4&amp;eurl=http://www.rockmoda.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Clicca qui&lt;/a&gt; per vedere il video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8862677699318985121?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8862677699318985121/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8862677699318985121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8862677699318985121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8862677699318985121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/sar-sincero.html' title='Sarò Sincero'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SCrEZsh5ssI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SinGF55L8JA/s72-c/15043991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1456058215197957677</id><published>2008-05-13T19:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:12:17.683+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Sono la vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SCHYd-xOfYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/m1Z9mloOgcg/s1600-h/mughetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SCHYd-xOfYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/m1Z9mloOgcg/s320/mughetti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197673454539537794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensieri senza tempo, &lt;br /&gt;passi senza stagioni &lt;br /&gt;tra mughetti e ciclamini. &lt;br /&gt;Sono la vita, sono una nuova vita &lt;br /&gt;le tue parole, &lt;br /&gt;il fresco profumo delle tue labbra, &lt;br /&gt;la serenita' di un tuo bacio. &lt;br /&gt;Sono vita nuova le tue parole &lt;br /&gt;nascoste tra sorriso e sorriso, &lt;br /&gt;nascoste tra le carezze della tua mano, &lt;br /&gt;nascoste tra la luce del giorno &lt;br /&gt;e il buio della notte. &lt;br /&gt;Sono la vita, le lancette che si muovono &lt;br /&gt;per me sul tuo orologio. &lt;br /&gt;Segnano il tempo che ti sto accanto, &lt;br /&gt;che ti penso, che ti sogno, &lt;br /&gt;il tempo che vivo solo per te. &lt;br /&gt;Sono la vita i pensieri di Te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Roberto Perin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1456058215197957677?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1456058215197957677/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1456058215197957677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1456058215197957677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1456058215197957677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/sono-la-vita.html' title='Sono la vita'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SCHYd-xOfYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/m1Z9mloOgcg/s72-c/mughetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-237421831529684719</id><published>2008-05-07T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:39:11.802+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Canzone d'amore</title><content type='html'>Per dire cos'hai fatto&lt;br /&gt;di me, non ho parole.&lt;br /&gt;Cerco solo la notte&lt;br /&gt;fuggo davanti al sole.&lt;br /&gt;La notte mi par d'oro&lt;br /&gt;più di ogni sole al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;sogno allora una bella&lt;br /&gt;donna dal capo biondo.&lt;br /&gt;Sogno le dolci cose&lt;br /&gt;che il tuo sguardo annunciava,&lt;br /&gt;remoto paradiso&lt;br /&gt;di canti risuonava.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo a lungo la notte&lt;br /&gt;e una nube veloce -&lt;br /&gt;per dire cos'hai fatto&lt;br /&gt;di me, non ho la voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hermann Hesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-237421831529684719?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/237421831529684719/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=237421831529684719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/237421831529684719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/237421831529684719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/canzone-damore.html' title='Canzone d&apos;amore'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-37189216509585891</id><published>2008-05-05T19:44:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:53:52.508+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Un dia especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SB9LXEzGCHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K9lYg5UIO8c/s1600-h/Copia+de+VittyPurrfectLove-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SB9LXEzGCHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K9lYg5UIO8c/s320/Copia+de+VittyPurrfectLove-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955354805962866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei semplicemente sei..&lt;br /&gt;sostanza dei giorni miei..&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades bandi... mi dicha mas grande..&lt;br /&gt;que Dios cuide siempre tu camino..&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ate.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ate.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-37189216509585891?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/37189216509585891/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=37189216509585891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/37189216509585891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/37189216509585891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-dia-especial.html' title='Un dia especial'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SB9LXEzGCHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K9lYg5UIO8c/s72-c/Copia+de+VittyPurrfectLove-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6879622978653924685</id><published>2008-05-03T01:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:59:06.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emozioni'/><title type='text'>Una noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SBuo6UzGCCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KioK9xfaQWE/s1600-h/celiav_unanoche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SBuo6UzGCCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KioK9xfaQWE/s400/celiav_unanoche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195932315070892066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Después de ver&lt;br /&gt;A mi dolor andar&lt;br /&gt;sobre el agua del mar&lt;br /&gt;Tibia claridad, que vi&lt;br /&gt;Por mi calle pasar&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentir o pensar&lt;br /&gt;Sólo que aún hoy, sigo aún&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy sigo&lt;br /&gt;Atándome a ti&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, mi amor, te doy&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo con alma&lt;br /&gt;Se esconde del sol&lt;br /&gt;De noche se escapa&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, te doy&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo con alma&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, aún hay&lt;br /&gt;Que esconde la noche&lt;br /&gt;Va a guardar&lt;br /&gt;De nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;O sentir o pensar&lt;br /&gt;Se me llenó de luz la noche&lt;br /&gt;Es porque yo vi nadar&lt;br /&gt;Delfines en tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Y sentí sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;Sólo que aún hoy, sigo aún&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy sigo&lt;br /&gt;Amándote a ti&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, mi amor, aún hay&lt;br /&gt;Dos cuerpos con alma&lt;br /&gt;Se esconden del sol&lt;br /&gt;De noche se escapan&lt;br /&gt;De noche se dan&lt;br /&gt;Los cuerpos, las almas&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, aun hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Corrs y Alejandro Sanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/unanoche.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/unanoche.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6879622978653924685?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6879622978653924685/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6879622978653924685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6879622978653924685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6879622978653924685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/05/una-noche.html' title='Una noche'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SBuo6UzGCCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KioK9xfaQWE/s72-c/celiav_unanoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8433078786503846723</id><published>2008-04-27T14:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:56:41.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Davvero</title><content type='html'>Sono troppe le parole, sai&lt;br /&gt;per spiegarti i miei perché&lt;br /&gt;e m'importa se non capirai&lt;br /&gt;Io non sono come te&lt;br /&gt;ché mi scontro col tuo essere distante&lt;br /&gt;ché l'ho urlato forte al cielo, sai&lt;br /&gt;di non essere perfetto&lt;br /&gt;e sapevo di cambiare&lt;br /&gt;e poter essere speciale, io...&lt;br /&gt;Davvero, ho avuto paura&lt;br /&gt;davvero, di essermi perso.&lt;br /&gt;Io, di amare per sempre&lt;br /&gt;il buio e questa rabbia che c'è in me...&lt;br /&gt;Sono ancora tanti i vuoti, sai&lt;br /&gt;dove incontro il tuo rispetto&lt;br /&gt;e senza dire una parola poi&lt;br /&gt;rompo i margini in cui ero costretto...&lt;br /&gt;Davvero, ho avuto paura&lt;br /&gt;davvero, di essermi perso&lt;br /&gt;Io, di amare per sempre&lt;br /&gt;il buio e questa rabbia che c'è in me...&lt;br /&gt;Ma tu aspettami e cercami, e ascoltami&lt;br /&gt;e aiutami... e ascoltami&lt;br /&gt;questa rabbia non ci aiuterà..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/davvero.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/davvero.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8433078786503846723?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8433078786503846723/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8433078786503846723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8433078786503846723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8433078786503846723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/davvero.html' title='Davvero'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3144722640004338123</id><published>2008-04-19T23:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:08:31.511+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Ortone e il mondo dei Chi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SA6pVEzGCBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VZJLSgXCX1Q/s1600-h/locandinapg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SA6pVEzGCBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VZJLSgXCX1Q/s320/locandinapg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273599935154194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protagonista della storia è l'elefantino Ortone, che sente un grido d'aiuto provenire da un granello di polvere che fluttua nell'aria. Incuriosito, Ortone scopre che la particella ospita la città di Chi-non-so e decide, contro tutto e tutti, di portarla in un luogo sicuro per metterla in salvo, convinto che "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;una persona è sempre una persona, non importa quanto sia piccola&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il Trailer &lt;a href="http://www.mymovies.it/ajax/videotrailer_centrale.asp?codicefilm=2007/09/178&amp;altezza=262&amp;div=risultato_trailer&amp;idfilm=54865',myHandler,'risultato_trailer" target="_blank"&gt;clicca qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3144722640004338123?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3144722640004338123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3144722640004338123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3144722640004338123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3144722640004338123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/ortone-e-il-mondo-dei-chi.html' title='Ortone e il mondo dei Chi'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/SA6pVEzGCBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VZJLSgXCX1Q/s72-c/locandinapg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-4604493814029434718</id><published>2008-04-14T16:52:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:42:14.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Ahora Quién</title><content type='html'>A quién van a engañar ahora tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;a quién van a mentirle ahora tus labios&lt;br /&gt;a quién vas a decirle ahora 'te amo'&lt;br /&gt;y luego en el silencio le darás tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;detendrás el tiempo sobre la almohada&lt;br /&gt;pasarán mil horas en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;sólo existirá la vida amándote&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién?&lt;br /&gt;Y quién te escribirá poemas y cartas&lt;br /&gt;y quién te contará sus miedos y faltas&lt;br /&gt;a quién le dejarás dormirse en tu espalda&lt;br /&gt;y luego en el silencio le dirás 'te quiero'&lt;br /&gt;detendrás su aliento sobre tu cara&lt;br /&gt;perderá su rumbo en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;y se le olvidará la vida amándote&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién?&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién, si no soy yo&lt;br /&gt;me miro y lloro en el espejo&lt;br /&gt;y me siento estúpido, ilógico,&lt;br /&gt;y luego te imagino toda&lt;br /&gt;regalando el olor de tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;tus besos, tu sonrisa eterna&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el alma en un beso&lt;br /&gt;en un beso va el alma&lt;br /&gt;y en mi alma está el beso&lt;br /&gt;que pudo ser..&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién?&lt;br /&gt;A quién le dejarás tu aroma en la cama?&lt;br /&gt;a quién le quedará el recuerdo mañana?&lt;br /&gt;a quién le pasarán las horas con calma?&lt;br /&gt;y luego en el silencio deseará tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;se detendrá el tiempo sobre su cara&lt;br /&gt;pasará mil horas en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;se le acabará la voz llamándote&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién?&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién?&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quién, si no soy yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ahoraquien.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/ahoraquien.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnLaKn-iYXQ" target="_blank"&gt;Clikka qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-4604493814029434718?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/4604493814029434718/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=4604493814029434718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/4604493814029434718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/4604493814029434718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahora-quin.html' title='Ahora Quién'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6230672764169064766</id><published>2008-04-13T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:11:19.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Là dove sei diretto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_9xfPqb-cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FL4_AhkqLK4/s1600-h/celiav_bosque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_9xfPqb-cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FL4_AhkqLK4/s320/celiav_bosque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187990077348510146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là dove sei diretto&lt;br /&gt;non ci sono sentieri, né piste,&lt;br /&gt;solo il tuo istinto.&lt;br /&gt;Hai seguito i segnali&lt;br /&gt;e alla fine sei arrivato.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso devi fare&lt;br /&gt;il gran tuffo nell'ignoto&lt;br /&gt;e scoprire da solo&lt;br /&gt;chi ha torto,&lt;br /&gt;chi ha ragione,&lt;br /&gt;chi sei tu veramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sergio Bambarén&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6230672764169064766?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6230672764169064766/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6230672764169064766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6230672764169064766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6230672764169064766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-dove-sei-diretto.html' title='Là dove sei diretto'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_9xfPqb-cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FL4_AhkqLK4/s72-c/celiav_bosque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2467280828553245527</id><published>2008-04-11T16:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:22:41.494+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Pazienza</title><content type='html'>Ti giri e cerchi di parlare&lt;br /&gt;Da quale sogno vuoi tornare&lt;br /&gt;Da quale angolo lontano&lt;br /&gt;Ombre a rincorrersi sul muro&lt;br /&gt;Mi viene incontro il tuo profumo&lt;br /&gt;E’ un mare calmo l’incoscienza&lt;br /&gt;E ho bisogno di te&lt;br /&gt;Pazienza&lt;br /&gt;Che strani giorni amore&lt;br /&gt;Si muovono le nuvole&lt;br /&gt;Onde a toccare il cielo davanti a noi&lt;br /&gt;Dammi le tue mani&lt;br /&gt;Sei entrato senza far rumore&lt;br /&gt;Hai preso tutte le parole&lt;br /&gt;Ed hai sprecato ogni mia forza&lt;br /&gt;Una rincorsa per le scale&lt;br /&gt;Un’altra strada da sbagliare&lt;br /&gt;Non ho mai fatto penitenza&lt;br /&gt;Bastavi tu&lt;br /&gt;Pazienza&lt;br /&gt;Che strani giorni amore&lt;br /&gt;Si cercano le nuvole&lt;br /&gt;Onde a bucare il cielo davanti a noi&lt;br /&gt;Prendimi le mani&lt;br /&gt;Che strani giorni amore&lt;br /&gt;Si cercano le nuvole&lt;br /&gt;E darsi tutto e farsi male&lt;br /&gt;E andare a fondo, a fondo per cercare&lt;br /&gt;Svegliati, sali su, fino a me&lt;br /&gt;Brilla già in ogni via la tua luce&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se avremo un’occasione&lt;br /&gt;Ancora un cambio di stagione&lt;br /&gt;Io benedico la tua assenza&lt;br /&gt;Beata me&lt;br /&gt;Pazienza&lt;br /&gt;Che strani giorni amore&lt;br /&gt;Leggeri tra le nuvole&lt;br /&gt;E resta addosso il male e il bene&lt;br /&gt;Nascondo tutto, tutto nelle vene&lt;br /&gt;Come sorridi tu, nessuno&lt;br /&gt;Come mi guardi tu, nessuno&lt;br /&gt;Oltre satelliti e aquiloni, seguirti ancora&lt;br /&gt;Arriverà domani&lt;br /&gt;Splende già in ogni via quella tua luce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gianna Nannini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2467280828553245527?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2467280828553245527/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2467280828553245527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2467280828553245527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2467280828553245527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/pazienza.html' title='Pazienza'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1880146070012548146</id><published>2008-04-09T23:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:37:06.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Giorno piovoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_02Mvqb-aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HpNG-xuZNMA/s1600-h/pioggia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_02Mvqb-aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HpNG-xuZNMA/s320/pioggia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187361938381470114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giorno piovoso&lt;br /&gt;Quante parole stanche&lt;br /&gt;mi vengono alla mente&lt;br /&gt;in questo giorno piovoso d'aprile&lt;br /&gt;che l'aria è come nube che si spappola&lt;br /&gt;io fior che si disfiora.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro un velo di pioggia&lt;br /&gt;tutto è vestito a nuovo.&lt;br /&gt;L'umida e cara terra&lt;br /&gt;mi punge e mi discioglie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vincenzo Cardarelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1880146070012548146?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1880146070012548146/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1880146070012548146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1880146070012548146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1880146070012548146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/giorno-piovoso.html' title='Giorno piovoso'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_02Mvqb-aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HpNG-xuZNMA/s72-c/pioggia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1950470640915629170</id><published>2008-04-05T16:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:58:09.342+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Io Senza Te</title><content type='html'>Ciao Amore, se ti lascio non andare via&lt;br /&gt;stringiti al mio cuore in volo&lt;br /&gt;io ti adoro, voglio portare i frutti del perdono&lt;br /&gt;per quei nostri spiriti vigili da sempre&lt;br /&gt;e poi sirene, sirene e lampi&lt;br /&gt;le luci in faccia in mezzo al traffico&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, cammino via dal tempo&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, nel fuoco di un tramonto&lt;br /&gt;ti sogno e un'altra notte se ne va&lt;br /&gt;senza di me, senza di te, io senza te&lt;br /&gt;Amore addio, se ritorno portami via&lt;br /&gt;voglio sedermi in cima al tuo vulcano&lt;br /&gt;io ti amo, dammi una tua lacrima ti prego&lt;br /&gt;se ci muori per davvero&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, cammino via dal tempo&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, nel fuoco di un tramonto&lt;br /&gt;e poi la radio, il telegiornale,&lt;br /&gt;le bombe a mano niente da fare&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, a una passo dalle nuvole&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, ti porto fino al limite&lt;br /&gt;dimenticando quella tua città&lt;br /&gt;per te cammino, per te respiro&lt;br /&gt;per questo amore vivo io senza te&lt;br /&gt;io senza te, non ho più voglia di ridere&lt;br /&gt;io senza te&lt;br /&gt;e cammino da te e respiro con te&lt;br /&gt;per te cammino, per te respiro&lt;br /&gt;peruesto amore vivo&lt;br /&gt;io senza te&lt;br /&gt;io senza te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gianna Nannini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/iosenzate.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/iosenzate.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1950470640915629170?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1950470640915629170/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1950470640915629170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1950470640915629170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1950470640915629170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/io-senza-te.html' title='Io Senza Te'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7777977507497823921</id><published>2008-04-03T18:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:39:45.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>Incespicando puoi cadere&lt;br /&gt;disteso a terra e fermarti,&lt;br /&gt;rassegnandoti a vedere&lt;br /&gt;il mondo intero sfiorarti&lt;br /&gt;e camminare indifferente&lt;br /&gt;senza stare ad aspettarti,&lt;br /&gt;in un viavai di gente&lt;br /&gt;che non t’aiuta a rialzarti.&lt;br /&gt;Puoi bramare il successo;&lt;br /&gt;puoi berciare: «Io voglio&lt;br /&gt;tutto e lo voglio adesso!»&lt;br /&gt;gremendoti d’orgoglio,&lt;br /&gt;per aver mille servitori&lt;br /&gt;obbedienti ai tuoi voleri,&lt;br /&gt;o per quei fasulli amori&lt;br /&gt;che hai pagato come veri.&lt;br /&gt;Non importa dove siedi&lt;br /&gt;- nel fango o in poltrona -&lt;br /&gt;è quando t’ergi in piedi&lt;br /&gt;che diventi una persona&lt;br /&gt;sprezzante del capestro&lt;br /&gt;che ti ha legato al collo&lt;br /&gt;con inclemente estro&lt;br /&gt;Colui che ha il controllo&lt;br /&gt;di tutto ciò ch’è stato:&lt;br /&gt;Sua Gravità il Fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Davide Vaccino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7777977507497823921?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7777977507497823921/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7777977507497823921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7777977507497823921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7777977507497823921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/04/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1263545823138344570</id><published>2008-03-31T20:25:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:13:51.333+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grafica'/><title type='text'>Niente di più</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_Es0kdjWII/AAAAAAAAAXo/4ZA9kDJ4yrk/s1600-h/celiav_nientedipiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_Es0kdjWII/AAAAAAAAAXo/4ZA9kDJ4yrk/s400/celiav_nientedipiu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183973927732598914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..uno dei miei primi pasticci di grafica&lt;br /&gt;di qualche anno fa... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1263545823138344570?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1263545823138344570/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1263545823138344570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1263545823138344570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1263545823138344570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/03/niente-di-pi.html' title='Niente di più'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R_Es0kdjWII/AAAAAAAAAXo/4ZA9kDJ4yrk/s72-c/celiav_nientedipiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2975220656258677025</id><published>2008-03-29T20:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:37:49.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Anche tu sei l'amore</title><content type='html'>Anche tu sei l'amore.&lt;br /&gt;Sei di sangue e di terra&lt;br /&gt;come gli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Cammini&lt;br /&gt;come chi non si stacca&lt;br /&gt;dalla porta di casa.&lt;br /&gt;Guardi come chi attende&lt;br /&gt;e non vede.&lt;br /&gt;Sei terra&lt;br /&gt;che dolora e che tace.&lt;br /&gt;Hai sussulti e stanchezze,&lt;br /&gt;hai parole - cammini&lt;br /&gt;in attesa. L'amore&lt;br /&gt;è il tuo sangue - non altro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cesare Pavese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2975220656258677025?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2975220656258677025/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2975220656258677025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2975220656258677025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2975220656258677025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/03/anche-tu-sei-lamore.html' title='Anche tu sei l&apos;amore'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-164097513455045976</id><published>2008-03-21T19:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:05:48.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Nuova primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.webalice.it/celiav/Images/spring_celiav.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io già sento la primavera&lt;br /&gt;che si avvicina coi suoi fiori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Salvatore Quasimodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-164097513455045976?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/164097513455045976/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=164097513455045976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/164097513455045976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/164097513455045976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/03/nuova-primavera.html' title='Nuova primavera'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3343087980656707196</id><published>2008-03-21T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:06:02.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Amandoti</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.webalice.it/celiav/Images/celiav_amandoti.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarti m'affatica mi svuota dentro&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa che assomiglia a ridere nel pianto&lt;br /&gt;Amarti m'affatica mi da' malinconia&lt;br /&gt;Che vuoi farci è la vita&lt;br /&gt;E' la vita, la mia&lt;br /&gt;Amami ancora fallo dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente&lt;br /&gt;Amami ancora fallo dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;Solo per un'ora perdutamente&lt;br /&gt;Amarti mi consola le notti bianche&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa che riempie vecchie storie fumanti&lt;br /&gt;Amarti mi consola mi da' allegria&lt;br /&gt;Che vuoi farci è la vita&lt;br /&gt;E' la vita, la mia&lt;br /&gt;Amami ancora fallo dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente&lt;br /&gt;Amami ancora fallo dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;Solo per un'ora perdutamente&lt;br /&gt;Amandoti.. è la vita la mia&lt;br /&gt;Amami ancora fallo dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente&lt;br /&gt;Amami ancora fallo dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;Solo per un'ora perdutamente&lt;br /&gt;Amandoti.. è la vita la mia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gianna Nannini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/amandoti.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/amandoti.mp3" name="movie" 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inafferrabile la tua assenza &lt;br /&gt;che mi appartiene&lt;br /&gt;Siamo indivisibili&lt;br /&gt;Siamo uguali e fragili&lt;br /&gt;E siamo già così lontani&lt;br /&gt;Con il gelo nella mente&lt;br /&gt;Sto correndo verso te&lt;br /&gt;Siamo nella stessa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Che tagliente ci cambierà&lt;br /&gt;Aspettiamo solo un segno&lt;br /&gt;Un destino, un’eternità&lt;br /&gt;E dimmi come posso fare &lt;br /&gt;per raggiungerti adesso&lt;br /&gt;Per raggiungerti adesso &lt;br /&gt;per raggiungere te..&lt;br /&gt;Siamo gocce di un passato&lt;br /&gt;Che non può più tornare&lt;br /&gt;Questo tempo ci ha tradito &lt;br /&gt;è inafferrabile&lt;br /&gt;Racconterò di te&lt;br /&gt;Inventerò per te &lt;br /&gt;quello che non abbiamo&lt;br /&gt;Le promesse sono infrante&lt;br /&gt;Come pioggia su di noi&lt;br /&gt;Le parole sono stanche &lt;br /&gt;ma so che tu mi ascolterai&lt;br /&gt;Aspettiamo un altro viaggio &lt;br /&gt;un destino, una verità&lt;br /&gt;E dimmi come posso fare &lt;br /&gt;per raggiungerti adesso&lt;br /&gt;Per raggiungerti adesso &lt;br /&gt;per raggiungere te..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Giorgia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7918161081397294470?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7918161081397294470/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7918161081397294470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7918161081397294470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7918161081397294470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/03/gocce-di-memoria.html' title='Gocce di memoria'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6033263620311174178</id><published>2008-03-13T23:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:44:49.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Destino del poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Parole? Si, di aria    &lt;br /&gt;e nell'aria perdute.     &lt;br /&gt;Tu lascia che mi perda tra parole,     &lt;br /&gt;lasciami essere aria su labbra,     &lt;br /&gt;un soffio vagabondo senza sagoma,     &lt;br /&gt;breve aroma che l'aria fa svenire.     &lt;br /&gt;Anche la luce in se stessa si perde...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Octavio Paz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6033263620311174178?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6033263620311174178/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6033263620311174178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.webalice.it/celiav/Images/sergio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dovremmo sai &lt;br /&gt;a questo punto decidere &lt;br /&gt;dove si va. &lt;br /&gt;E dimmi poi se è vero o no &lt;br /&gt;che siamo qui &lt;br /&gt;come nuvole nel vento. &lt;br /&gt;E tu lo sai &lt;br /&gt;nel mio cuore cosa sento. &lt;br /&gt;E forse tu stai già pensando a me &lt;br /&gt;lì nella tua stanza. &lt;br /&gt;E, forse domani un altro uomo &lt;br /&gt;per te diventerò &lt;br /&gt;dipingerò un cielo rosa &lt;br /&gt;sarò per te quello che vuoi. &lt;br /&gt;L'amore lentamente già si posa &lt;br /&gt;sopra di noi. &lt;br /&gt;Dovremmo sai &lt;br /&gt;a questo punto decidere &lt;br /&gt;cosa si fa. &lt;br /&gt;Perché non c'è più niente oltre l'amore &lt;br /&gt;più niente troverai. &lt;br /&gt;E allora dai, non esitare &lt;br /&gt;dentro di me ci sei solo tu &lt;br /&gt;vibrano nel cuore e sul mio piano &lt;br /&gt;le note blu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sergio Cammariere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/lenoteblu.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/lenoteblu.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5233374970328199879?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5233374970328199879/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5233374970328199879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5233374970328199879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5233374970328199879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/03/le-note-blu.html' title='Le note blu'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2661998156076869696</id><published>2008-02-18T05:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:35:42.191+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Lo eres todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S47WGyU3SRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/EqrlEX0OwY4/s1600-h/celiav_loerestodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S47WGyU3SRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/EqrlEX0OwY4/s400/celiav_loerestodo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444524411614349586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que veo tu fotografía,&lt;br /&gt;descubro algo nuevo que antes no veía,&lt;br /&gt;y me haces sentir lo que nunca creí.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te he mirado indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;eras tan solo un amigo,&lt;br /&gt;y de repente lo eres todo, todo para mi,&lt;br /&gt;mi principio y mi fin.&lt;br /&gt;Mi norte y mi guía, mi perdición,&lt;br /&gt;mi acierto y mi suerte mi equivocación,&lt;br /&gt;eres mi muerte y mi resurreción.&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi aliento y mi agonía&lt;br /&gt;de noche y de día.&lt;br /&gt;Dame tu alegría, tu buen humor,&lt;br /&gt;dame tu melancolía, tu pena y dolor,&lt;br /&gt;dame tu aroma, dame tu sabor,&lt;br /&gt;dame tu mundo interior.&lt;br /&gt;Dame tu sonrisa y tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;dame la muerte y la vida,&lt;br /&gt;tu frío y tu ardor, dame tu calma,&lt;br /&gt;dame tu furor, dame tu oculto rencor.&lt;br /&gt;Mi norte y mi guía, mi perdición,&lt;br /&gt;mi acierto y mi suerte mi equivocación,&lt;br /&gt;eres mi muerte y mi resurreción.&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi aliento y mi agonía&lt;br /&gt;de noche y de día..&lt;br /&gt;Te lo pido por favor,&lt;br /&gt;que me des tu compañía,&lt;br /&gt;de noche y de día, lo eres todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Niña Pastori - Joyas Prestadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/loerestodo.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/loerestodo.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2661998156076869696?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2661998156076869696/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2661998156076869696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2661998156076869696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2661998156076869696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/02/lo-eres-todo.html' title='Lo eres todo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/S47WGyU3SRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/EqrlEX0OwY4/s72-c/celiav_loerestodo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8375294461292747054</id><published>2008-02-17T05:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:58:54.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Quando ti chiedi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7e6xkGQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HagewM5IYpo/s1600-h/quando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7e6xkGQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HagewM5IYpo/s320/quando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804458097241250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti chiedi cos'è l'amore, &lt;br /&gt;immagina due mani ardenti &lt;br /&gt;che si incontrano, &lt;br /&gt;due sguardi perduti l'uno nell'altro, &lt;br /&gt;due cuori che tremano &lt;br /&gt;di fronte all'immensità di un sentimento, &lt;br /&gt;e poche parole &lt;br /&gt;per rendere eterno un istante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Alan Douar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8375294461292747054?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8375294461292747054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8375294461292747054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8375294461292747054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8375294461292747054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/02/quando-ti-chiedi.html' title='Quando ti chiedi'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7e6xkGQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HagewM5IYpo/s72-c/quando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1793665258110422704</id><published>2008-02-14T01:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:56:43.596+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Amo</title><content type='html'>Amo lo que veo y lo que ocultas&lt;br /&gt;amo lo que muestras o insinuas&lt;br /&gt;amo lo que eres o imagino&lt;br /&gt;te amo en lo ajeno y lo que es mio&lt;br /&gt;amo lo que entregas, lo que escondes&lt;br /&gt;amo tus preguntas, tus respuestas&lt;br /&gt;yo amo tus dudas y certezas&lt;br /&gt;te amo en lo simple y lo compleja&lt;br /&gt;Y amo lo que dices, lo que callas&lt;br /&gt;amo tus recuerdos, tus olvidos&lt;br /&gt;amo tus olores, tus fragancias&lt;br /&gt;te amo en el beso y la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Y amo lo que amas yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;te amo por amor sin doble filo&lt;br /&gt;te amo y si pudiera no amarte&lt;br /&gt;se que te amaria aun lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Y amo lo que amas yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;te amo por amor a dar lo mio&lt;br /&gt;te amo con orgullo de quererte&lt;br /&gt;por que para amarte yo he nacido&lt;br /&gt;Amo lo que seas y lo que puedas&lt;br /&gt;amo lo que afirmas lo que niegas&lt;br /&gt;amo lo que dices lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;te amo en lo que mides y lo que pesas&lt;br /&gt;y amo lo que atrapas lo que dejas&lt;br /&gt;amo tu alegria y tus tristezas&lt;br /&gt;ta amo en la carne y en el alma&lt;br /&gt;te amo en tus crisis y en tus calmas&lt;br /&gt;Amo lo que pides y regalas&lt;br /&gt;amo tus caricias, tus ofensas&lt;br /&gt;amo tus instantes y lo eterno&lt;br /&gt;te amo en tu cielo y en tu infierno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Axel Fernando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/amo.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/amo.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1793665258110422704?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1793665258110422704/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1793665258110422704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1793665258110422704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1793665258110422704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/02/amo.html' title='Amo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-4802006682524870734</id><published>2008-02-14T00:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:46:09.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Sólo para ti</title><content type='html'>Sólo para ti directo al corazón&lt;br /&gt;te mando este misil hecho canción&lt;br /&gt;sólo para ti que me das fuerza cada día&lt;br /&gt;borrando mi total melancolía.&lt;br /&gt;Por todo aquello que me diste y que te di&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor de mi vida lo hago sólo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo para ti que sabes como soy&lt;br /&gt;lo poco que yo tengo te lo doy&lt;br /&gt;sólo para ti que me has tratado como nadie&lt;br /&gt;cuidando con cariño cada detalle.&lt;br /&gt;Por todo aquello aquello que me diste y que te di&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor de mi vida lo hago sólo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu supieras cuanto pintas en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;no tendrías mas salida que vivirla junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;eres la fuerza que me empuja hasta el vacío&lt;br /&gt;en tu mundo y en el mío&lt;br /&gt;aún se puede ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;y por eso sólo canto para ti&lt;br /&gt;sólo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sergio Dalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/solopati.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/solopati.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-4802006682524870734?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/4802006682524870734/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=4802006682524870734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/4802006682524870734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/4802006682524870734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/02/slo-para-ti.html' title='Sólo para ti'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-8949342368609159650</id><published>2008-02-02T14:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:25:40.677+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Quel Posto Che Non C'è</title><content type='html'>Occhi dentro occhi e prova a dirmi se&lt;br /&gt;un po' mi riconosci o in fondo un altro c'è sulla faccia mia&lt;br /&gt;che non pensi possa assomigliarmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;mani dentro mani e prova a stringere&lt;br /&gt;tutto quello che non trovi&lt;br /&gt;negli altri ma in me&lt;br /&gt;quasi per magia&lt;br /&gt;sembra riaffiorare tra le dita mie&lt;br /&gt;potessi trattenere il fiato prima di parlare&lt;br /&gt;avessi le parole quelle giuste per poterti raccontare&lt;br /&gt;qualcosa che di me poi non somigli a te&lt;br /&gt;potessi trattenere il fiato prima di pensare&lt;br /&gt;avessi le parole quelle grandi&lt;br /&gt;per poterti circondare&lt;br /&gt;e quello che di me&lt;br /&gt;bellezza in fondo poi non è&lt;br /&gt;bocca dentro bocca e non chiederti perché&lt;br /&gt;tutto poi ritorna&lt;br /&gt;in quel posto che non c'è dove per magia&lt;br /&gt;tu respiri dalla stessa pancia mia&lt;br /&gt;potresti raccontarmi un gusto nuovo per mangiare giorni&lt;br /&gt;avresti la certezza che di me in fondo poi ti vuoi fidare&lt;br /&gt;quel posto che non c'è&lt;br /&gt;ha ingoiato tutti tranne me&lt;br /&gt;dovresti disegnarmi un volto nuovo ed occhi per guardarmi&lt;br /&gt;avresti la certezza che non è di me che poi ti vuoi fidare&lt;br /&gt;in quel posto che non c'è&lt;br /&gt;hai mandato solo me&lt;br /&gt;solo me solo me solo me solo me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Negramaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/quelposto.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/quelposto.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-8949342368609159650?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/8949342368609159650/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=8949342368609159650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8949342368609159650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/8949342368609159650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/02/quel-posto-che-non-c.html' title='Quel Posto Che Non C&apos;è'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1975265958868546319</id><published>2008-01-31T12:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:19:06.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Poema De Las Cosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="246" src="http://www.webalice.it/celiav/Images/donna2.jpg" width="350" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Quiz&amp;#225;s estando sola, de noche, en tu aposento  &lt;br /&gt;oir&amp;#225;s que alguien te llama sin que tu sepas qui&amp;#233;n  &lt;br /&gt;y aprender&amp;#225;s entonces, que hay cosas como el viento  &lt;br /&gt;que existen ciertamente, pero que no se ven&amp;#8230;  &lt;br /&gt;Y tambi&amp;#233;n es posible que una tarde de hast&amp;#237;o  &lt;br /&gt;como florece un surco, te renazca un af&amp;#225;n  &lt;br /&gt;y aprender&amp;#225;s entonces que hay cosas como el r&amp;#237;o  &lt;br /&gt;que se estan yendo siempre, pero que no se van&amp;#8230;  &lt;br /&gt;O al cruzar una calle, tu coraz&amp;#243;n risue&amp;#241;o  &lt;br /&gt;recordar&amp;#225; una pena que no tuviste ayer  &lt;br /&gt;y aprender&amp;#225;s entonces que hay cosas como el sue&amp;#241;o,  &lt;br /&gt;cosas que nunca han sido, pero que pueden ser&amp;#8230;  &lt;br /&gt;Por m&amp;#225;s que tu prefieras ignorar estas cosas  &lt;br /&gt;sabr&amp;#225;s por qu&amp;#233; suspiras oyendo una canci&amp;#243;n  &lt;br /&gt;y aprender&amp;#225;s entonces que hay cosas como rosas,  &lt;br /&gt;cosas que son hermosas, sin saber que lo son&amp;#8230;  &lt;br /&gt;Y una tarde cualquiera, sentir&amp;#225;s que te has ido  &lt;br /&gt;y un soplo de ceniza regar&amp;#225; tu jard&amp;#237;n  &lt;br /&gt;y aprender&amp;#225;s entonces, que el tiempo y el olvido  &lt;br /&gt;son las &amp;#250;nicas cosas que nunca tienen fin.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;* Jose Angel Buesa  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1975265958868546319?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1975265958868546319/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1975265958868546319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1975265958868546319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1975265958868546319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/poema-de-las-cosas.html' title='Poema De Las Cosas'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5017482853403569613</id><published>2008-01-30T20:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:20:13.376+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Camino de ningún lugar</title><content type='html'>Camino de ningún lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mil cartas al aire&lt;br /&gt;Vienen y van&lt;br /&gt;Flotando sobre la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;La espuma del agua&lt;br /&gt;La arena del mar... del mar&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Mil cartas están&lt;br /&gt;Camino del alba&lt;br /&gt;Senderos de sal&lt;br /&gt;Ríos de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Se marchan de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa&lt;br /&gt;Y no lo entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Viendo que fugaz se va&lt;br /&gt;En el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Quedaron miles de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;De cartas selladas a besos&lt;br /&gt;Entre luz y oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Me escapo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tú me has robado&lt;br /&gt;El alma a besos&lt;br /&gt;Jugando al amor&lt;br /&gt;Contigo perdí&lt;br /&gt;El viento se llevó mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Tan sólo me queda olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo es mi consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Camino de ningún lugar&lt;br /&gt;El día y la noche&lt;br /&gt;Abrazos se dan&lt;br /&gt;Balcones de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;De flores que cantan&lt;br /&gt;A la libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* José el Francés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5017482853403569613?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5017482853403569613/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5017482853403569613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5017482853403569613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5017482853403569613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/camino-de-ningn-lugar.html' title='Camino de ningún lugar'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3528867854318944260</id><published>2008-01-29T05:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:01:39.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Poema Nocturno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R562nXteQ_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Yw0ptcZonFY/s1600-h/417aa2bdc2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R562nXteQ_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Yw0ptcZonFY/s320/417aa2bdc2598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160763010509063154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, solo en la noche, ya es posible la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;Morir es poca cosa si tu amor está lejos.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo cerrar los ojos y apagar las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo cerrar los ojos y pensar que ya he muerto.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo matar tu nombre pensando que no existes.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, solo en la noche, sé que todo lo puedo.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo extender los brazos y morir en la sombra,&lt;br /&gt;y sentir el tamaño del mundo en mi silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo cruzar los brazos mirándote desnuda,&lt;br /&gt;y navegar por ríos que nacen en tu sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que todo lo puedo porque la noche es mía,&lt;br /&gt;la gran noche que tiembla de un extraño deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que todo lo puedo, porque puedo olvidarte:&lt;br /&gt;Sí. En esta sombra, solo, sé que todo lo puedo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ya ves: me contento con cerrar bien los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y apagar las estrellas y pensar que me he muerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jose Angel Buesa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3528867854318944260?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3528867854318944260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3528867854318944260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3528867854318944260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3528867854318944260'/><link 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destino que nos quiso reunir&lt;br /&gt;Algún camino de otro tiempo más feliz&lt;br /&gt;Te trae de nuevo aquí&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida amaneció&lt;br /&gt;y cada luz de mi universo se encendió&lt;br /&gt;En otro rostro me dijiste aquí estoy yo&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te conocí&lt;br /&gt;Y mi vida te ofreci&lt;br /&gt;Quédate, que este tiempo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt;y el amor tiene ganas de volver&lt;br /&gt;Oh, quédate&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no te me vayas como ayer&lt;br /&gt;Te fuiste aquella vez&lt;br /&gt;Y yo en mis sue&amp;ntilde;os tantas veces te busqué&lt;br /&gt;Entre los ángeles tu voz imaginé&lt;br /&gt;Así me conformé&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora te encontré&lt;br /&gt;Quédate, que este tiempo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt;Y el amor tiene ganas de volver&lt;br /&gt;Oh quédate,&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes sola otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Que la noche es larga&lt;br /&gt;Si no estoy contigo&lt;br /&gt;Si otra vez me lanzas al abismo&lt;br /&gt;Si otra vez te vas&lt;br /&gt;Quédate&lt;br /&gt;Por Favor&lt;br /&gt;Por siempre&lt;br /&gt;Quédate, que este tiempo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Como el sol nos abriga el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Oh quédate, quédate&lt;br /&gt;Que no vuelva el frío en el adiós&lt;br /&gt;Quédate, que este tiempo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt;Y el amor sólo quiere renacer&lt;br /&gt;Oh quédate, quédate&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no te me vayas como ayer&lt;br /&gt;Quédate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lara Fabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/quedate.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/quedate.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1894627280267311049</id><published>2008-01-19T03:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:02:38.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>A tu regreso estaré lejos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R5FubLtO3BI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lb4pUjpfbWk/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R5FubLtO3BI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lb4pUjpfbWk/s320/silencio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157024461593959442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo lo que más quiero&lt;br /&gt;Pero te pierdo en mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos son dos cruces negras&lt;br /&gt;Que no han hablado nunca claro&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón lleno de pena&lt;br /&gt;Y yo una muñeca de trapo.&lt;br /&gt;Cada silencio es una nube que va&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de mí sin parar de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero contarte lo que siento por ti&lt;br /&gt;Y que me escuche hablar la luna de Enero&lt;br /&gt;mirándote a ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1894627280267311049?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1894627280267311049/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1894627280267311049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1894627280267311049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1894627280267311049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/tu-regreso-estar-lejos.html' title='A tu regreso estaré lejos...'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R5FubLtO3BI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lb4pUjpfbWk/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6657392102038394796</id><published>2008-01-15T21:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:48:47.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Dime</title><content type='html'>Me equivoqué queriendo tu amor &lt;br /&gt;me equivoqué creyendo al corazón&lt;br /&gt;Fuiste la culpable del error &lt;br /&gt;vienes a mi pidiendo perdón&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te tuve y siempre fuiste mío &lt;br /&gt;te di mi alma y parte de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Lo he entregado todo por amor &lt;br /&gt;siento un gran vacío, frío y calor&lt;br /&gt;Pero dime, quien te roba el alma&lt;br /&gt;Quien te roba el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Quien te ama en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Pero dime, quien te roba el alma&lt;br /&gt;Quien te roba el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Quien te ama en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Será tu pelo, tu boca, tu risa &lt;br /&gt;la mente que a mi me provoca&lt;br /&gt;El alma se ha vuelto gris &lt;br /&gt;me duele el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me hablan del amor &lt;br /&gt;cuando me hablan del amor&lt;br /&gt;Pero dime, quien te roba el alma&lt;br /&gt;Quien te roba el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Quien te ama en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Pero dime, quien te roba el alma&lt;br /&gt;Quien te roba el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Quien te ama en silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* José El Francés y Laura Pausini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/dime.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/dime.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6657392102038394796?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6657392102038394796/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6657392102038394796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6657392102038394796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6657392102038394796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/dime.html' title='Dime'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5143382380731420068</id><published>2008-01-15T06:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:19:35.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>A volte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R4xKI7tO2-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hkgXIzoewqk/s1600-h/pensandoenti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R4xKI7tO2-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hkgXIzoewqk/s320/pensandoenti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155577190759193570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte c'è solo bisogno &lt;br /&gt;di un po' di silenzio..&lt;br /&gt;di un po' di calma.. &lt;br /&gt;di un po' di riposo..&lt;br /&gt;A volte c'è solo bisogno di fermarsi.. &lt;br /&gt;di fermarsi ad ascoltare.. &lt;br /&gt;di fermarsi ad aspettare.&lt;br /&gt;A volte c'è solo bisogno di abbandonarsi.. &lt;br /&gt;di abbandonarsi e farsi trasportare..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5143382380731420068?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5143382380731420068/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5143382380731420068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5143382380731420068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5143382380731420068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/volte.html' title='A volte'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R4xKI7tO2-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hkgXIzoewqk/s72-c/pensandoenti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-1220232297260143663</id><published>2008-01-08T06:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:00:53.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frammenti'/><title type='text'>È facile capire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R4xMCLtO2_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7H126m9W2MY/s1600-h/abrazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R4xMCLtO2_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7H126m9W2MY/s320/abrazo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155579273818332146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È facile capire come nel mondo &lt;br /&gt;esista sempre qualcuno &lt;br /&gt;che attende sempre qualcun altro, &lt;br /&gt;che ci si trovi in un deserto &lt;br /&gt;o in una grande città. &lt;br /&gt;E quando questi due esseri s'incontrano &lt;br /&gt;e i loro sguardi s'incrociano &lt;br /&gt;tutto il passato e tutto il futuro &lt;br /&gt;non hanno più alcuna importanza. &lt;br /&gt;Esistono solo quel momento &lt;br /&gt;e quella straordinaria certezza &lt;br /&gt;che tutte le cose, sotto il sole, &lt;br /&gt;sono state scritte dalla stessa mano, &lt;br /&gt;la mano che risveglia l'Amore &lt;br /&gt;e che ha creato un'anima gemella &lt;br /&gt;per chiunque lavori, &lt;br /&gt;si riposi e cerchi i proprio tesori &lt;br /&gt;sotto il sole, &lt;br /&gt;perché se tutto ciò non esistesse &lt;br /&gt;non avrebbero più alcun senso &lt;br /&gt;i sogni dell'umanità..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Paulo Coelho (Da L'Alchimista)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-1220232297260143663?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/1220232297260143663/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=1220232297260143663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1220232297260143663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/1220232297260143663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/facile-capire.html' title='È facile capire...'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R4xMCLtO2_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7H126m9W2MY/s72-c/abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-5198458599314137899</id><published>2008-01-01T03:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:47:23.008+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Un Nuovo Giorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R3mn7LtO24I/AAAAAAAAATo/j-BhO1BNK-w/s1600-h/a_new_day_celiavdesign_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R3mn7LtO24I/AAAAAAAAATo/j-BhO1BNK-w/s320/a_new_day_celiavdesign_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150332284071500674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto cercando il modo di raccontare&lt;br /&gt;prendere o lasciare cosa - non lo so.&lt;br /&gt;È solo un'alchimia o forse una bugia&lt;br /&gt;Quello che mi hai detto è andato via.&lt;br /&gt;No, no ti nascondere&lt;br /&gt;No, solo rischiando tu vivrai.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, chiediti perché sento la tua voce&lt;br /&gt;Che cresce in me&lt;br /&gt;Eh, mi fa capire che&lt;br /&gt;C'è un nuovo giorno anche per me.&lt;br /&gt;Ho trovato il modo di cancellare &lt;br /&gt;i dubbi e le paure&lt;br /&gt;Ora - si lo so Tu mi salverai, mi dannerai&lt;br /&gt;Dalle mie incertezze mi libererai.&lt;br /&gt;No, non ti nascondere&lt;br /&gt;No, solo rischiando tu vivrai&lt;br /&gt;Eh, chiediti perché sento la tua voce&lt;br /&gt;Che cresce in me&lt;br /&gt;Eh, mi fa capire che &lt;br /&gt;C'è un nuovo giorno anche per me.&lt;br /&gt;Forte per correre da te, forte per stringerti&lt;br /&gt;Forte per avere solo te.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, chiediti perché sento la tua voce&lt;br /&gt;Che cresce in me&lt;br /&gt;Eh, mi fa capire che&lt;br /&gt;C'è un nuovo giorno anche per me.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, chiediti perchè sento la tua voce&lt;br /&gt;Che cresce in me&lt;br /&gt;Eh, è proprio vero che&lt;br /&gt;C'è un nuovo giorno anche per me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Andrea Bocelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/unnuovogiorno.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/unnuovogiorno.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon 2008 a tutti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-5198458599314137899?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/5198458599314137899/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=5198458599314137899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5198458599314137899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/5198458599314137899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2008/01/un-nuovo-giorno.html' title='Un Nuovo Giorno'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R3mn7LtO24I/AAAAAAAAATo/j-BhO1BNK-w/s72-c/a_new_day_celiavdesign_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2805964239574344832</id><published>2007-12-27T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:02:33.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Amarte Es Todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R3mpc7tO25I/AAAAAAAAATw/xyYWgV7rtdg/s1600-h/cara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R3mpc7tO25I/AAAAAAAAATw/xyYWgV7rtdg/s320/cara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150333963403713426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y llegas sin decirme nada&lt;br /&gt;Vienes envuelto en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Vienes detras de una mirada&lt;br /&gt;O en el temor de un beso&lt;br /&gt;Detras de las pequeñas cosas que&lt;br /&gt;Me hacen sentir la emocion de creer&lt;br /&gt;Entras en mi tan sutilmente&lt;br /&gt;Invisible como el aire mismo&lt;br /&gt;Me asaltas y jamas me adviertes que&lt;br /&gt;es el amor el que abraza esta piel, esta piel&lt;br /&gt;Amarte asi es pleno y es total&lt;br /&gt;Amarte es todo&lt;br /&gt;Amarte asi es locura y libertad&lt;br /&gt;Amarte es todo&lt;br /&gt;Amarte hasta llenar mi vida&lt;br /&gt;de sueños y de fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Amarte asi me da seguridad&lt;br /&gt;Y quien puede contra tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Que me hace hasta pedir auxilio&lt;br /&gt;Y quien puede con tus detalles que&lt;br /&gt;me hacen vivir y sentirme mujer, mujer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/amarte.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/amarte.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2805964239574344832?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2805964239574344832/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2805964239574344832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2805964239574344832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2805964239574344832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/amarte-es-todo.html' title='Amarte Es Todo'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R3mpc7tO25I/AAAAAAAAATw/xyYWgV7rtdg/s72-c/cara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6085870557746782374</id><published>2007-12-24T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:52:28.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stati d&apos;animo'/><title type='text'>Notte di Natale</title><content type='html'>Ore 23.46...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto è tardi e qui a casa mia&lt;br /&gt;lei non chiama più&lt;br /&gt;è un Natale da buttare via&lt;br /&gt;lei non viene più&lt;br /&gt;guardo il telefono e penso a lei&lt;br /&gt;vetri appannati son gli occhi miei&lt;br /&gt;quante neve sta venendo giù&lt;br /&gt;chi la fermerà...&lt;br /&gt;la candela è ancora accesa&lt;br /&gt;presto si consumerà...&lt;br /&gt;Dio tu stai nascendo e muoio io&lt;br /&gt;tu che faresti al posto mio&lt;br /&gt;ora che perdo pure lei&lt;br /&gt;ho dato un calcio ai sogni miei&lt;br /&gt;Dio ma che Natale è questo mio&lt;br /&gt;campane a festa anche per me&lt;br /&gt;se tu mi senti ma perché&lt;br /&gt;non fai tornare chi non c'e' più&lt;br /&gt;quanta neve sta venendo giù&lt;br /&gt;piangerà con me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/nottedi.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/nottedi.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6085870557746782374?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6085870557746782374/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6085870557746782374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6085870557746782374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6085870557746782374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/notte-di-natale.html' title='Notte di Natale'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6145237151102202172</id><published>2007-12-23T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:45:57.736+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>La musica nel cuore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R26cWrtO2wI/AAAAAAAAASo/uDv5WeIJpB8/s1600-h/lamusicanelcuore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R26cWrtO2wI/AAAAAAAAASo/uDv5WeIJpB8/s400/lamusicanelcuore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147223337634552578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascolta... la senti&lt;br /&gt;la musica&lt;br /&gt;io la sento dappertutto&lt;br /&gt;nel vento nell'aria&lt;br /&gt;nella luce &lt;br /&gt;è intorno a noi&lt;br /&gt;non bisogna fare altro che &lt;br /&gt;aprire l'anima&lt;br /&gt;non bisogna fare altro che &lt;br /&gt;ascoltarla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inizio sublime di questo bellissimo film &lt;br /&gt;da guardare con il cuore..&lt;br /&gt;Dove le parole finiscono inizia la musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.mymovies.it/trailer/?id=44431" target="_blank"&gt; Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6145237151102202172?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6145237151102202172/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6145237151102202172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6145237151102202172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6145237151102202172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-musica-nel-cuore.html' title='La musica nel cuore'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R26cWrtO2wI/AAAAAAAAASo/uDv5WeIJpB8/s72-c/lamusicanelcuore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-6145545329087323195</id><published>2007-12-16T13:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:53:47.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Mora</title><content type='html'>Si es que a las palabras se las lleva el aire&lt;br /&gt;Que las mias se las lleve hasta tu calle&lt;br /&gt;Si es que para cada uno hay un papel&lt;br /&gt;El tuyo de amarme te sienta bien&lt;br /&gt;Y si a lo que siento tengo que llamarle&lt;br /&gt;Por su nombre yo no sé&lt;br /&gt;Si las ilusiones nuevas no se pierden&lt;br /&gt;Moriré en estas cadenas de mar y mieles&lt;br /&gt;Si la llama que encendimos no se apaga &lt;br /&gt;Yo siempre estaré bebiendo en tus dulces aguas&lt;br /&gt;Y si un día el mismo aire que trae &lt;br /&gt;y lleva mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ay!... Se apagara...&lt;br /&gt;Mora, Mora, vente conmigo, conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Ay a la retama, retama de los olivos&lt;br /&gt;Si este viejo sentimiento no me engaña&lt;br /&gt;Un camino de felicidad me llama.&lt;br /&gt;Sí a mí la pasión me lleva, a la locura&lt;br /&gt;Buscaré yo el equilibrio en tu dulzura&lt;br /&gt;Me embriagare en tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;De caricias, de ternura, ay, ay&lt;br /&gt;De ternura..&lt;br /&gt;Mora,Mora, vente conmigo, conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Ay a la retama, retama de los olivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* José el Francés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/mora.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/mora.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-6145545329087323195?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/6145545329087323195/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=6145545329087323195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6145545329087323195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/6145545329087323195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/mora.html' title='Mora'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-7281533528224010445</id><published>2007-12-11T18:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:41:20.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Quando il pensiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R17SsK2EaVI/AAAAAAAAASg/uU7QmaYAAdA/s1600-h/f539007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R17SsK2EaVI/AAAAAAAAASg/uU7QmaYAAdA/s320/f539007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142779480770898258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando il pensiero di te mi accompagna &lt;br /&gt;nel buio, dove a volte dagli orrori &lt;br /&gt;mi rifugio del giorno, per dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;immobile mi tiene come statua.&lt;br /&gt;Poi mi levo, riprendo la mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto è lontano da me, giovinezza,&lt;br /&gt;gloria; altra cura dagli altri mi strana.&lt;br /&gt;Ma quel pensiero di te, che tu vivi,&lt;br /&gt;mi consola di tutto. Oh tenerezza&lt;br /&gt;immensa quasi disumana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Umberto Saba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-7281533528224010445?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/7281533528224010445/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=7281533528224010445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7281533528224010445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/7281533528224010445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/quando-il-pensiero.html' title='Quando il pensiero'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R17SsK2EaVI/AAAAAAAAASg/uU7QmaYAAdA/s72-c/f539007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3254387212050382856</id><published>2007-12-03T03:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:07:21.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Puede ser</title><content type='html'>Vivo así&lt;br /&gt;paso las noches sin dormir&lt;br /&gt;en la manera que elegí&lt;br /&gt;para poder contarte.&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero cantar&lt;br /&gt;contigo hasta la muerte&lt;br /&gt;y quiero que recuerdes&lt;br /&gt;que todo lo que canto&lt;br /&gt;es parte de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y a mi corazón le duele.&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser&lt;br /&gt;que nos veamos otra vez&lt;br /&gt;con otros ojos no lo se&lt;br /&gt;y tú no digas nada.&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser&lt;br /&gt;que nos veamos otra vez&lt;br /&gt;con la misma mirada..&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquí&lt;br /&gt;se ve todo tan grande&lt;br /&gt;mi alma es tan pequeña&lt;br /&gt;que está lleno de estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Que prefiero estar&lt;br /&gt;en el lugar de siempre&lt;br /&gt;y con la misma gente&lt;br /&gt;que habla y se equivoca&lt;br /&gt;y te dice te quiero de verdad&lt;br /&gt;por que lo siente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Niña Pastori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/puedeser.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/puedeser.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3254387212050382856?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3254387212050382856/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3254387212050382856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3254387212050382856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3254387212050382856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/puede-ser.html' title='Puede ser'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2100160322937810959</id><published>2007-12-03T02:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:06:26.481+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Tu frialdad</title><content type='html'>Cada noche mi vida es para ti&lt;br /&gt;Como un juego cualquiera y nada más&lt;br /&gt;Porque a mi me atormentaba&lt;br /&gt;En el alma tu frialdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* El Barrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6dCvwt1BIw" target="_blank"&gt;Clikka qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2100160322937810959?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2100160322937810959/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2100160322937810959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2100160322937810959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2100160322937810959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/12/tu-frialdad.html' title='Tu frialdad'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-9107326881320812057</id><published>2007-11-12T16:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:05:49.388+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Yo ya no creo en el amor</title><content type='html'>Y yo te regale una flor&lt;br /&gt;y no y no&lt;br /&gt;pa conquistarte el corazón&lt;br /&gt;tan solamente pa que vieras&lt;br /&gt;y compararas ay su belleza&lt;br /&gt;con tu cara o tu piel con su color.&lt;br /&gt;Pero que mala suerte,&lt;br /&gt;Dios mio que mala suerte&lt;br /&gt;que cuando la cogiste se marchitó.&lt;br /&gt;Y no era una flor cualquiera,&lt;br /&gt;y era ay del jardín ay de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sueño era ponértela en el pelo&lt;br /&gt;mientras tu me discutías&lt;br /&gt;por ponerla en un jarrón.&lt;br /&gt;Pero que mala suerte,&lt;br /&gt;Dios mio que mala suerte&lt;br /&gt;que cuando la cogiste se marchitó.&lt;br /&gt;Ay por tu hipocresía&lt;br /&gt;ay acabaste por los suelos,&lt;br /&gt;como caen los castillos.&lt;br /&gt;Acabaste con mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y el mismo que fraguamos&lt;br /&gt;cuando éramos solo niños.&lt;br /&gt;Ay yo ya no creo en el amor,&lt;br /&gt;tampoco pienso yo en tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;Que solo creo en el rencor.&lt;br /&gt;Ay estos pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;no sé adónde llevarán&lt;br /&gt;a mis penas y mis tormentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero estar solo&lt;br /&gt;con mi guitarra y mi canción.&lt;br /&gt;Tan solamente voy pidiendo&lt;br /&gt;una tierra, una pala y un boquete&lt;br /&gt;pa enterrar mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;y ponerle en letras grandes,&lt;br /&gt;y ponerle en letras grandes&lt;br /&gt;¡Aquí ha muerto nuestra ilusión!&lt;br /&gt;Porque dime porque me haces sentir&lt;br /&gt;que no soy nada,&lt;br /&gt;porque ay me estás hiriendo&lt;br /&gt;siempre con tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;porque y a cada fallo esa mirada,&lt;br /&gt;porque ay de un granito,&lt;br /&gt;ay primita mía, haces una montaña,&lt;br /&gt;porque ay no me das la paz&lt;br /&gt;y me das la guerra,&lt;br /&gt;porque dijiste si sí tu sabes&lt;br /&gt;primita que en una iglesia&lt;br /&gt;se jura ay para siempre&lt;br /&gt;un matrimonio.&lt;br /&gt;Ay yo ya no creo en el amor,&lt;br /&gt;tampoco pienso yo en tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;Que sólo creo en el rencor&lt;br /&gt;Quiéreme, quiéreme, quiéreme&lt;br /&gt;y de tu boca no salga que&lt;br /&gt;tu nunca me has querido.&lt;br /&gt;Tarratrán, tarratrán, tarratrán&lt;br /&gt;que si me veo por las calles&lt;br /&gt;me vuelvo loco perdío.&lt;br /&gt;Quiéreme, quiéreme, quiéreme&lt;br /&gt;que debería ser un océano&lt;br /&gt;y solo soy un río. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* El barrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/yoyano.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/yoyano.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-9107326881320812057?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/9107326881320812057/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=9107326881320812057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/9107326881320812057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/9107326881320812057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/11/yo-ya-no-creo-en-el-amor.html' title='Yo ya no creo en el amor'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2984394134756117209</id><published>2007-11-11T02:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:41:51.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Non ci saranno più parole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/RzZadGJEswI/AAAAAAAAASY/VZfkJgDTUcE/s1600-h/378507000_f305d12fdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/RzZadGJEswI/AAAAAAAAASY/VZfkJgDTUcE/s320/378507000_f305d12fdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131388281346634498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ci saranno più parole, lo sai.&lt;br /&gt;ne qui, ne altrove&lt;br /&gt;ne parole a dire ciò che è stato&lt;br /&gt;ne parole a dire ciò che non è più&lt;br /&gt;mi resta un pacco mai spedito &lt;br /&gt;e un libro desiderato&lt;br /&gt;mi resta un letto non ancora disfatto&lt;br /&gt;e musiche mute e parole strozzate &lt;br /&gt;e immagini sfocate&lt;br /&gt;mi resta la sciatta e affrettata gentilezza&lt;br /&gt;di una conversazione lampo&lt;br /&gt;moneta di latta&lt;br /&gt;da gettare ai pezzenti per strada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Evgenij A. Evtusenko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2984394134756117209?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2984394134756117209/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2984394134756117209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2984394134756117209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2984394134756117209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/11/non-ci-saranno-pi-parole.html' title='Non ci saranno più parole'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/RzZadGJEswI/AAAAAAAAASY/VZfkJgDTUcE/s72-c/378507000_f305d12fdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-3257253506021839660</id><published>2007-11-08T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:34:17.033+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frammenti'/><title type='text'>Forum Momenti magici</title><content type='html'>E' nato il &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentimagici.forumfree.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Forum di Momenti magici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi aspetto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-3257253506021839660?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/3257253506021839660/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=3257253506021839660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3257253506021839660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/3257253506021839660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/11/forum-momenti-magici.html' title='Forum Momenti magici'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845154.post-2194223054948218734</id><published>2007-11-06T18:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:29:29.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hai bucato la mia vita</title><content type='html'>Tu incontrerai qualcuno che amerai più di me. &lt;br /&gt;Io invece non incontrerò nessuno. &lt;br /&gt;Hai bucato la mia vita quando sei andata via. &lt;br /&gt;Mi hai bucato il cuore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Adriano Celentano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il nuovo singolo dell'album inedito &lt;br /&gt;'Dormi amore la situazione non e' buona!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/hai.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.celiav.it/blog/music/hai.mp3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true"&lt;br /&gt;name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per vedere il video clicca &lt;a title="" href="http://video.libero.it/app/play/index.html?id=52da4830fb3a6c41d8aa130e95ff37e7" target="_blank"&gt; Qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845154-2194223054948218734?l=borntobestrange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/feeds/2194223054948218734/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845154&amp;postID=2194223054948218734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2194223054948218734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845154/posts/default/2194223054948218734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobestrange.blogspot.com/2007/11/hai-bucato-la-mia-vita.html' title='Hai bucato la mia vita'/><author><name>Muñeca de trapo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371406634530837288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8B-J2oCqHE/R7XiJEGQ7II/AAAAAAAAAXM/xEMeS-xKeQ8/S220/celiav-P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
