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type='text'>100% LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7838328571244820660/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7838328571244820660' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7838328571244820660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7838328571244820660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2011/12/carattere.html' title='Carattere...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-233770507119027770</id><published>2011-08-08T03:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T03:56:41.012+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitzgerald'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"-Bene, sono contenta che sia una bambina. E spero che sia stupida: è la miglior cosa che una donna possa essere in questo mondo, una bella piccola stupida- Capisci, credo che la vita sia una cosa terribile" continuò con convinzione. "tutti lo pensano... I più intelligenti. E io lo so. Sono stata dappertutto, ho visto e fatto di tutto". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tratto da " il grande Gatsby" di F.G. Fitzgerald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-233770507119027770?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/233770507119027770/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=233770507119027770' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/233770507119027770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/233770507119027770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2011/08/bene-sono-contenta-che-sia-una-bambina.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-3537154337981855042</id><published>2011-03-19T15:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:06:42.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leader'/><title type='text'>Discorso del 1960...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"... è di coraggio e non di autocompiacimento che noi oggi abbiamo bisogno, di leader capaci e non di abili venditori... Una nazione organizzata e governata come la nostra è in grado o no di durare? ...Questa è la scelta che deve fare la nostra nazione: una scelta che non è solamente quella fra due uomini o due partiti, ma è fra l'interesse pubblico e il benessere privato, fra la grandezza ed il declino della nazione, fra l'aria fresca del progresso e l'aria viziata e "malsana" di normalità, fra la dedizione dichiarata e la medioctità strisciante. L'intera umanità è in attesa della nostra decisione, un intero mondo sta a vedere che cosa faremo. E noi non possiamo deludere la loro fiducia, non possiamo sottrarci."&lt;br /&gt;(Kennedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-3537154337981855042?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/3537154337981855042/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=3537154337981855042' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3537154337981855042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3537154337981855042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2011/03/discorso-del-1960.html' title='Discorso del 1960...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1171910269651815891</id><published>2011-03-17T13:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:26:11.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autodifesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odio'/><title type='text'>Odiare per autodifesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Spesse volte ho odiato per autodifesa&lt;br /&gt;ma se fossi stato più forte&lt;br /&gt;non avrei mai usato tale arma."&lt;br /&gt;(K. Gibran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1171910269651815891?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1171910269651815891/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1171910269651815891' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1171910269651815891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1171910269651815891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2011/03/odiare-per-autodifesa.html' title='Odiare per autodifesa'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8134734184461133913</id><published>2011-03-17T13:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:41:10.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibran'/><title type='text'>La vita è una processione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdF_XXY4lUU/TYH8Im1ZeBI/AAAAAAAAALs/WolzyZmX-ng/s1600/KNP-%2BAprile%2B2007%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdF_XXY4lUU/TYH8Im1ZeBI/AAAAAAAAALs/WolzyZmX-ng/s400/KNP-%2BAprile%2B2007%2B031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585022237709793298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aepyceros melampus, Kruger national Park) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"La vita è una processione:&lt;br /&gt;chi è di passo lento la trova troppo veloce e si fa da parte,&lt;br /&gt;chi è di passo veloce la trova troppo lenta e si fa da parte."&lt;br /&gt;( K. Gibran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-8134734184461133913?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/8134734184461133913/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=8134734184461133913' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8134734184461133913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8134734184461133913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-vita-e-una-processione.html' title='La vita è una processione'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdF_XXY4lUU/TYH8Im1ZeBI/AAAAAAAAALs/WolzyZmX-ng/s72-c/KNP-%2BAprile%2B2007%2B031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8831043370712321366</id><published>2010-03-25T16:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:16:50.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitzgerald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autodifesa'/><title type='text'>...la predisposizione mentale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Un cuore tenero... questo non è di grande aiuto quando si arriva alla questione dell'autoconservazione...&lt;br /&gt;gli esseri umani...si dividono in sterminatori e sterminati, con i primi che predominano, in qualunque momento. La forza di volonta è inutile in mancanza di un senso di orientamento.&lt;br /&gt;...La predisposizione mentale, comunque, è tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Se è quella giusta, si può far festa in modo molto soddisfacente anche da soli."&lt;br /&gt;(tratto da La libreria, di P. Fitzgerald)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-8831043370712321366?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/8831043370712321366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=8831043370712321366' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8831043370712321366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8831043370712321366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-predisposizione-mentale.html' title='...la predisposizione mentale'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1069717444486439089</id><published>2010-03-25T15:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:35:22.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larsson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debiti'/><title type='text'>Pagare i propri debiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bisogna pagare i propri debiti. Ma non di più."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Tratto da:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"La vera storia del pirata Long John Silver"&lt;/span&gt; di B. Larsson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1069717444486439089?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1069717444486439089/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1069717444486439089' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1069717444486439089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1069717444486439089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2010/03/pagare-i-propri-debiti.html' title='Pagare i propri debiti'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8216838989888522388</id><published>2010-03-25T15:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:32:58.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larsson'/><title type='text'>Vivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Il dolore andava e veniva, pulsando come un cuore. Ma ero vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Niente contava di più del fatto che ero vivo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(tratto da: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La vera storia del pirata Long John Silver&lt;/span&gt;" di B. Larsson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-8216838989888522388?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/8216838989888522388/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=8216838989888522388' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8216838989888522388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8216838989888522388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2010/03/vivo.html' title='Vivo'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-6451321901865380659</id><published>2010-03-21T15:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:27:55.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgoglio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigalini'/><title type='text'>Arroganza e orgoglio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'arrogante, mentre crede di imporsi con la forza, in realtà è schiavo di se stesso e non ha intelligenza per valutarsi e definirsi. (Domenico Sigalini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S6YuKp53eoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mfRR7uIGx-U/s1600-h/Album+Sample_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S6YuKp53eoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mfRR7uIGx-U/s400/Album+Sample_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451095159560698498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dei Sette Vizi Capitali, l'Orgoglio è il peggiore. Rabbia, Avarizia, Invidia, Lussuria, Accidia, Gola – riguardano il rapporto degli uomini tra di loro e con il resto del mondo. L'Orgoglio, invece, è assoluto. È la rappresentazione della relazione soggettiva che una persona intrattiene con se stessa. Quindi, tra tutti, è il più mortale. L'Orgoglio non ha bisogno di un oggetto di cui essere orgogliosi. È narcisismo portato all'estremo. (Philip K. Dick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-6451321901865380659?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/6451321901865380659/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=6451321901865380659' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6451321901865380659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6451321901865380659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2010/03/arroganza-e-orgoglio.html' title='Arroganza e orgoglio'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S6YuKp53eoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mfRR7uIGx-U/s72-c/Album+Sample_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-3796914625855098777</id><published>2010-02-20T17:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:23:31.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rischio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coraggio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridere'/><title type='text'>Rischiare....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ridere è rischiare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sembrare idioti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piangere è rischiare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sembrare sentimentali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccorere qualcuno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è rischiare d’impegnarsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Manifestare i propri sentimenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;è rischiare d’essere incompresi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amare è rischiare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di non essere corrisposti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperare è rischiare d’illudersi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provare è rischiare di fallire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chi non rischia niente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non fa niente, non ha niente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non è niente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S4AQUn0W9vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1UaFKs0Z9AM/s1600-h/camminata+con+l%27elefante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S4AQUn0W9vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1UaFKs0Z9AM/s400/camminata+con+l%27elefante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440366296335578866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mpumalanga, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-3796914625855098777?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/3796914625855098777/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=3796914625855098777' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3796914625855098777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3796914625855098777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2010/02/rischiare.html' title='Rischiare....'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S4AQUn0W9vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1UaFKs0Z9AM/s72-c/camminata+con+l%27elefante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8759675561630248118</id><published>2010-02-07T15:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:14:03.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Carlo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavoro'/><title type='text'>Vittorio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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E più dubbi avevo più dipingevo come un pazzo. Tagliavo fuori tutto il resto, cercavo di non pensarci. I problemi di Nina e la mia infelicità di fondo, la mancanza di senso nei rapporti che avevo. Il mio lavoro era diventato una specie di anestetico locale, mi permetteva di vivere senza sentire niente nella regione del cuore e dell’anima. Mi permetteva di dimenticare tutte le questioni aperte della mia vita, e in più sembrava che il mondo me ne fosse grato. Erano tutti lì a dirmi quanto erano importanti i miei quadri, come se dipingessi per il bene dell’umanità, invece che per me stesso”…”Sottraevo attenzione alla mia anima e la convogliavo tutta nel lavoro. In certi periodi non me ne restava nemmeno più per fare una telefonata a Nina la sera o passare a trovare un amico. Ogni giorno mettevo in moto tutte le mie forze, e le obbligavo a restare nel campo della tela, no? Poi appena si esauriva l’onda di adrenalina, mi guardavo intorno e c’era il vuoto. La mia vita era trascurata come un prato senz’acqua, come dice il guru. Non c’era niente, al fondo. Non avevo costruito niente, non avevo coltivato niente, non avevo dato niente di me alle persone che mi erano vicine. Ero una specie di fantasma, Uto. Quando me ne rendevo conto mi venivano delle crisi di depressione terribili…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…Marianne dice: “Era così preso da sé e dal suo lavoro, non riusciva mai a trovare abbastanza tempo per me e per Jeff. O per Nina. Se cercavo di farglielo capire s’infuriava, dava la colpa a me. Diceva che volevo mettere in competizione mio figlio con sua figlia. Che ero gelosa e immatura e fissata. Che ero pazza, anche. Che lui aveva bisogno di essere libero e io cercavo solo di imprigionarlo. Mi faceva disperare, mi sentivo così avvilita e umiliata. Ha sempre avuto quest’energia incredibile solo che la riversava tutta nella pittura….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vittorio: “ (Arrivare) a capire che è un lavoro, essere felici. È una costruzione. Devi mettere giù tavola per tavola e chiodo per chiodo, e controllare di continuo che tutto sia a posto e tenere spalato tutt’intorno. Ci vuole un sacco di manutenzione, Uto. Anche solo per stare insieme tra un uomo e una donna. È un lavoro. All’inizio ti sembra proprio il contrario, ti sembra tutto istinto e caso, una specie di dono della fortuna. Invece non è facile per niente. Se non cominci a lavorarci subito, va tutto in pezzi prima ancora che tu te ne accorga. Se non cominci a rovesciarci tutta l’attenzione la cura e il tempo e l’energia e l’immaginazione che hai. Io me ne sono reso conto tardi, ma è così.”"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;(tratto da &lt;i style=""&gt;Uto&lt;/i&gt;, di A. De Carlo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-8759675561630248118?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/8759675561630248118/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=8759675561630248118' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8759675561630248118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8759675561630248118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2010/02/vittorio.html' title='Vittorio?'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-416254033170487217</id><published>2009-12-28T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:17:58.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seneca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E' l'animo che devi cambiare, non il cielo sotto cui vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Seneca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-416254033170487217?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/416254033170487217/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=416254033170487217' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/416254033170487217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/416254033170487217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-lanimo-che-devi-cambiare-non-il-cielo.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2587204896225439635</id><published>2009-12-11T18:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:25:12.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sogno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridere'/><title type='text'>E' proibito</title><content type='html'>E' proibito piangere senza comprendere,&lt;br /&gt;alzarsi un giorno senza sapere cosa fare,&lt;br /&gt;aver paura dei propri ricordi.&lt;p&gt;E' proibito non sorridere ai problemi,&lt;br /&gt;non lottare per ciò che credi,&lt;br /&gt;abbandonare tutto per paura,&lt;br /&gt;non trasformare in realtà i tuoi sogni.&lt;/p&gt;E' proibito non dimostrare il tuo amore,&lt;br /&gt;permettere che qualcuno paghi per il tuo malumore.&lt;p&gt;E' proibito lasciare i tuoi amici,&lt;br /&gt;non tentare di comprendere ciò che si ha vissuto assieme,&lt;br /&gt;chiamarli solo nel momento del bisogno.&lt;/p&gt;E' proibito non essere te stesso davanti alla gente&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;fingere davanti alle persone di cui non ti importa,&lt;br /&gt;essere gentili solo perchè gli altri si ricordino di te,&lt;br /&gt;dimenticarti della gente che ti vuole bene.&lt;p&gt;E' proibito non fare le cose per te stesso,&lt;br /&gt;non credere in Dio e costruire il tuo destino,&lt;br /&gt;aver paura della vita e di ciò che ti chiede,&lt;br /&gt;non vivere ogni giorno come se fosse l'ultimo respiro.&lt;/p&gt;E' proibito sentir la mancanza di qualcuno senza allegria,&lt;br /&gt;dimenticare i suoi occhi, il suo sorriso, tutto&lt;br /&gt;solo perchè i vostri cammini si sono lasciati,&lt;br /&gt;dimenticare il passato e pagarlo con il presente.&lt;p&gt;E' proibito non tentare di comprendere le persone,&lt;br /&gt;pensare che la loro vita valga più della tua,&lt;br /&gt;non sapere che ognuno ha il suo cammino.&lt;/p&gt;E' proibito non creare la tua storia,&lt;br /&gt;smettere di ringraziare Dio per la tua vita,&lt;br /&gt;non comprendere ciò che la vita ti dà,&lt;br /&gt;pure se lo prende.&lt;p&gt;E' proibito non cercare la tua felicità,&lt;br /&gt;non vivere la tua vita con attitudine positiva,&lt;br /&gt;non comprendere che possiamo essere migliori,&lt;br /&gt;non sentire che senza di te questo mondo non sarebbe uguale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P. Neruda&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2587204896225439635?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2587204896225439635/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2587204896225439635' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2587204896225439635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2587204896225439635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-proibito.html' title='E&apos; proibito'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-338215311993516046</id><published>2009-12-11T18:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:33:43.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertà'/><title type='text'>"Parlaci della libertà"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Voi sarete liberi in verità non quando i vostri giorni saranno senza affanni, e le vostre notti senza un bisogno e un dolore, ma piuttosto quando queste cose vi cingeranno la vita e ciononostante vi eleverete al di sopra di esse nudi e sciolti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E se vorrete privare il despota del trono, badate prima di distruggere il trono eretto dentro di voi; poichè come può un tiranno dominare umini liberi e fieri, se non a causa di un dispotismo nella loro stessa libertà e di una vergogna nel loro stesso orgoglio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se è una preoccupazione che vorrete gettar via, quella preoccupazione è stata scelta da voi piuttosto che impostavi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se è una paura che vorrete disperdere, la sede di quella paura è nel vostro cuore e non nella mano della persona temuta..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il profeta&lt;/span&gt;, di K. Gibran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-338215311993516046?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/338215311993516046/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=338215311993516046' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/338215311993516046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/338215311993516046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/12/parlaci-della-liberta.html' title='&quot;Parlaci della libertà&quot;'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7902960468063218376</id><published>2009-12-09T10:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:29:21.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicità'/><title type='text'>Gioia e dolore</title><content type='html'>"Quanto più il dolore incide in profondità nel vostro essere, tanta più gioia potrete contenere...&lt;br /&gt;Quando siete felici guardate nelle profondità del vostro cuore e scoprirete che ciò che ora vi sta dando gioia è soltanto ciò che prima vi ha dato dispiacere. Quando siete adolorati guardate nuovamente al vostro cuore e vedrete che in verità voi state piangendo per ciò che prima era la vostra delizia. Alcuni di voi dicono: "La gioia è superiore al dolore" e altri dicono: " No il dolore è superiore". Ma io vi dico che essi sono inseparabili...."&lt;br /&gt;(da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il Profeta&lt;/span&gt;, di K. Gibran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7902960468063218376?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7902960468063218376/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7902960468063218376' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7902960468063218376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7902960468063218376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/12/gioia-e-dolore.html' title='Gioia e dolore'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5941347774286760607</id><published>2009-11-04T19:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:20:42.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mina'/><title type='text'>Amore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Solo perché qualcuno non ti ama come tu vorresti,&lt;br /&gt;non significa che non ti ami con tutto se stesso."&lt;br /&gt;(P. Choelo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4MsW-Saves&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4MsW-Saves&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5941347774286760607?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5941347774286760607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5941347774286760607' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5941347774286760607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5941347774286760607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_04.html' title='Amore...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1413734821680387072</id><published>2009-11-02T19:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:10:30.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mannoia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="testo"&gt;"...Aspettando la prossima luna&lt;br /&gt;conto i passi di questo mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;e reggo sguardi di poche parole e di poca poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e raccolgo pensieri pesanti&lt;br /&gt;e non parlo per farli volare ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belle speranze&lt;/span&gt;", di Fiorella Mannoia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1413734821680387072?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1413734821680387072/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1413734821680387072' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1413734821680387072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1413734821680387072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8623452713672780003</id><published>2009-11-02T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:05:11.750+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sospetto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disprezzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgoglio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tre cose rovinano il mondo: disprezzo, orgoglio e sospetto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonimo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Su8fPHKrGsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BXqChAOBEzY/s1600-h/Puffer+adder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Su8fPHKrGsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BXqChAOBEzY/s400/Puffer+adder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399568822722828994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-8623452713672780003?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/8623452713672780003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=8623452713672780003' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8623452713672780003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8623452713672780003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/11/tre-cose-rovinano-il-mondo-disprezzo.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Su8fPHKrGsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BXqChAOBEzY/s72-c/Puffer+adder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-481436254851992777</id><published>2009-10-31T18:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:29:08.771+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rochefoucalud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diffidenza'/><title type='text'>Diffidenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" E' più vergognoso diffidare dei propri amici che esserne ingannati"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 222, 173);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;François de La Rochefoucalud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sux64-f7k8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1QUhjj3-2-U/s1600-h/Kruger+4-3-07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sux64-f7k8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1QUhjj3-2-U/s400/Kruger+4-3-07+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398825172578571202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kruger National Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 222, 173);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-481436254851992777?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/481436254851992777/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=481436254851992777' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/481436254851992777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/481436254851992777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/10/diffidenza.html' title='Diffidenza'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sux64-f7k8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1QUhjj3-2-U/s72-c/Kruger+4-3-07+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-728831009725308385</id><published>2009-10-31T16:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:53:25.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abitudine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallaci'/><title type='text'>L'abitudine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" L'abitudine è la più infame delle malattie perchè ci fa accettare qualsiasi disgrazia, qualsiasi dolore, qualsiasi morte. Per abitudine si vive accanto a persone odiose, si impara a portar le catene, a subire ingiustizie, a soffrire, ci si rassegna al dolore, alla solitudine, a tutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'abitudine è il più spietato dei veleni perchè entra in noi lentamente, silenziosamente, cresce a poco a poco nutrendosi della nostra inconsapevolezza, e quando scopriamo d'averla addosso ogni fibra di noi s'è adeguata, ogni gesto s'è condizionato..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un Uomo&lt;/span&gt;, di O. Fallaci)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-728831009725308385?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/728831009725308385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=728831009725308385' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/728831009725308385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/728831009725308385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/10/labitudine.html' title='L&apos;abitudine'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2783656581798810873</id><published>2009-10-31T16:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:19:07.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallaci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>una Penelope che attende Ulisse</title><content type='html'>"...non ero che una Penelope che attende Ulisse tessendo la tela... ero io stessa un Ulisse che aveva sempre vissuto da Ulisse e il fatto che per te avessi tradito la mia vera natura diventando un Sancho Panza non ti autorizzava a certe arroganze... ma quando, 4 giorni dopo ti vidi in quelle condizioni, la mia rivoltà sfumò...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma un amore simile non era neanche una malattia, era un cancro! Un cancro. Come un cancro che a poco a poco invade gli organi col suo moltiplicarsi di cellule, il suo plasma vischioso di male, e più cresce più divieni cosciente che nessuna medicina può arrestarlo, nessun intervento chirurgico può arrestarlo, forse sarebbe stato possibile quando era un granellino di sabbia, un chicco di riso... ora invece non è possibile perchè ti ruba ogni organo, ogni tessuto, ti divora al punto che non sei più te stessa ma un impasto fuso con lui... Eppure di occasioni per sfuggirti ne avevo avute tante...ma le avevo sempre respinte e così il cancro aveva proseguito il suo corso per dimostrarmi che amare significa soffrire, che l'unico modo per non soffrire è non amare..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Un Uomo&lt;/span&gt;, di Oriana Fallaci)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2783656581798810873?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2783656581798810873/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2783656581798810873' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2783656581798810873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2783656581798810873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-penelope-che-attende-ulisse.html' title='una Penelope che attende Ulisse'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2525725122511690157</id><published>2009-09-01T12:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:47:10.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relazione'/><title type='text'>Una relazione felice</title><content type='html'>Una relazione felice è l'unione tra due abili perdonatori...&lt;br /&gt;... Ogni qualvolta hai torto, ammettilo,&lt;br /&gt;ogni qulavolta hai ragione, non dirglielo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2525725122511690157?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2525725122511690157/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2525725122511690157' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2525725122511690157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2525725122511690157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-relazione-felice.html' title='Una relazione felice'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5466882487779116907</id><published>2009-08-10T20:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:26:40.560+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...quando crebbi e divenni adoloscente giunsi a chiedere perchè mai le cose dovessero andare così. Loro mi risposero:"sappiamo solo che i vostri padri facevano così". Io mi stupii del fatto che quelli che sarebbero arrivati in futuro dovessero combattere battaglie di quelli che non c'erano più, non vedevo nulla di giusto in questo."&lt;br /&gt;( da "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un'odissea del Nord&lt;/span&gt;" di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J. London&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5466882487779116907?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5466882487779116907/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5466882487779116907' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5466882487779116907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5466882487779116907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7840133250651145686</id><published>2009-08-07T23:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:50:30.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Paolo'/><title type='text'>L'Amore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Batang;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"L'amore è paziente,&lt;br /&gt;è benigno l'amore;&lt;br /&gt;non è invidioso l'amore,&lt;br /&gt;non si vanta,&lt;br /&gt;non si gonfia,&lt;br /&gt;non manca di rispetto,&lt;br /&gt;non cerca il suo interesse,&lt;br /&gt;non si adira,&lt;br /&gt;non tiene conto del male ricevuto,&lt;br /&gt;non gode dell'ingiustizia,&lt;br /&gt;ma si compiace  della verità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto copre,&lt;br /&gt;tutto crede,&lt;br /&gt;tutto spera,&lt;br /&gt;tutto sopporta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dalla 1° lettera ai Corinzi, San Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7840133250651145686?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7840133250651145686/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7840133250651145686' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7840133250651145686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7840133250651145686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/08/lamore.html' title='L&apos;Amore...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5314904087613689818</id><published>2009-08-07T23:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:30:18.190+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'>Certezza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'amore non bisogna implorarlo e nemmeno esigerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'amore deve avere la forza di attingere la certezza in se stesso.&lt;br /&gt;Allora non sarà trascinato, ma trascinerà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hermann Hesse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SnygVOU3vgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HSOjumZb2zc/s1600-h/August+20-2007+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SnygVOU3vgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HSOjumZb2zc/s400/August+20-2007+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367341142402121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Garden Route, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5314904087613689818?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5314904087613689818/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5314904087613689818' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5314904087613689818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5314904087613689818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/08/certezza.html' title='Certezza...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SnygVOU3vgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HSOjumZb2zc/s72-c/August+20-2007+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1001399692238416601</id><published>2009-07-13T18:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:22:59.545+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renga'/><title type='text'>I bivi della vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La vita è proprio questa quì, affrontare di volta in volta i bivi che ci si parano davanti, stando ben attenti a non sbagliare direzione, o quanto meno a d accorgersi in tempo dell'errore, per poter poi tornare sui nostri passi e scegliere la strada giusta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Quello che distingue l'uomo da tutto il resto che ha vita, è vivere le conseguenze delle proprie scelte senza rimpianti. O quanto meno senza rimorsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel che rende veramente uomo è il compromesso, le rinunce al proprio egoismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La parola  "compromesso" ha un suono preoccupante, come l'ululato di certi allarmi che sembrano non finire mai, che si inchiodano alle pareti del cervello peggio di qualsiasi tormentone estivo, ma se uno ci pensa bene è lì il segreto di quella strana cosa che chiamiamo maturità....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E intuiamo che esistono delle precise scelte da fare. Ci piaccia o meno, queste scelte lasceranno segni indelebili su di noi, orienteranno il nostro percorso, riscriveranno la mappa del nostro mondo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Vivere in due ci pone di fronte a scelte precise, a compromessi. Non possiamo più essere quello che eravamo e non saremo mai quello che abbiamo sempre sognato di essere. ma è solo nel momento che decidiamo che sì, la nostra vita ha un senso solo se accettiamo questi compromessi, quando non riusciamo a vederci se non come parte di un tutto, è allora e solo allora che cominciamo ad essere uomini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La costruzione di una vita contro la paura di perdere la libertà, questa sembra essere la sfida, ma è una sfida persa in partenza, perché liberi non lo saremo mai, in nessun caso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(da "Come mi viene" di F. Renga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1001399692238416601?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1001399692238416601/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1001399692238416601' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1001399692238416601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1001399692238416601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bivi-della-vita.html' title='I bivi della vita'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-239639839933285108</id><published>2009-06-21T14:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:25:19.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... una umiliazione può tuttavia aprire la porta a una grande idea,&lt;br /&gt;se sei disposto ad imparare da essa"&lt;br /&gt;(da "la vera fabbrica dei corpi" di  B.J.J. Bass)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-239639839933285108?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/239639839933285108/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=239639839933285108' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/239639839933285108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/239639839933285108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-9051823078480790067</id><published>2009-06-21T14:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:19:55.793+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Non essere amati è una semplice sfortuna,&lt;br /&gt;la vera disgrazia è non amare"&lt;br /&gt;(A. Camus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-9051823078480790067?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/9051823078480790067/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=9051823078480790067' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/9051823078480790067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/9051823078480790067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/06/non-essere-amati-e-una-semplice.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7194835184195769952</id><published>2009-05-17T16:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:37:34.281+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Carlo'/><title type='text'>La chiave buttata via</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mi chiedevo come avevo potuto trovare la chiave per muovermi facile nel mondo, e averla poi buttata via, essere quì adesso senza neanche più il modo di capire l'insistenza indefinita che avevo dentro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(da Nel Momento, A. De Carlo)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/ShAg_Y3_arI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1G4EdKlADxg/s1600-h/chiave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/ShAg_Y3_arI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1G4EdKlADxg/s400/chiave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336801831815178930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7194835184195769952?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7194835184195769952/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7194835184195769952' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7194835184195769952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7194835184195769952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-chiave-buttata-via.html' title='La chiave buttata via'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/ShAg_Y3_arI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1G4EdKlADxg/s72-c/chiave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-257810493913905309</id><published>2009-05-16T12:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:53:33.355+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Carlo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convivenza'/><title type='text'>Convivere...</title><content type='html'>"Mi chiedevo quale tipo di sospensione della capacità critica può aver luogo in una convivenza stretta; quale forma di tolleranza patologica o di sensibilità assordata possono impedire a uno di accorgersi della metamorfosi della persona che gli piaceva in una che non gli è nemmeno più vagamente simpatica"&lt;br /&gt;(da "Nel Momento", A. De Carlo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-257810493913905309?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/257810493913905309/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=257810493913905309' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/257810493913905309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/257810493913905309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/05/convivere.html' title='Convivere...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-4544468314913473474</id><published>2009-04-14T22:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:54:37.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pascal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'>Il cuore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Il cuore ha le sue ragioni che la ragione non conosce"&lt;br /&gt;(B. Pascal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-4544468314913473474?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/4544468314913473474/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=4544468314913473474' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4544468314913473474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4544468314913473474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/04/il-cuore.html' title='Il cuore...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8310664446951808280</id><published>2009-04-09T11:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:18:04.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morissette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironia'/><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>An old man turned ninety-eight&lt;br /&gt;He won the lottery and died the next day&lt;br /&gt;It's a black fly in your Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;It's a death row pardon two minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic ... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought ... it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly&lt;br /&gt;He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye&lt;br /&gt;He waited his whole damn life to take that flight&lt;br /&gt;And as the plane crashed down he thought&lt;br /&gt;'Well isn't this nice...'&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic ... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;When you think everything's okay and everything's going right&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And then meeting his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out&lt;br /&gt;Helping you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lyric "Ironic", Alanis Morrisette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sd28Nxl--II/AAAAAAAAAJs/uq2_zrJt66g/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sd28Nxl--II/AAAAAAAAAJs/uq2_zrJt66g/s400/DSC01578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322617279458769026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='Ironic'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sd28Nxl--II/AAAAAAAAAJs/uq2_zrJt66g/s72-c/DSC01578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-3874839846851765950</id><published>2009-04-06T22:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:40:19.283+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napoleone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>L'amore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L' amore deve essere un piacere, non un tormento.&lt;br /&gt;(Napoleone Bonaparte)&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 237, 183);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 237, 183);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 237, 183);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:78%;"  &gt;)' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-3874839846851765950?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/3874839846851765950/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=3874839846851765950' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsabilità'/><title type='text'>Responsabilità</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di solito pensiamo di non avere alcuna responsabilità nelle nostre disgrazie.&lt;br /&gt;E' immancabilmente colpa di qualcuno o di qualcos'altro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dubito che sia sempre così.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Dalai Lama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sdpk3-D59QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/43AGWesqhNg/s1600-h/Agosto+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sdpk3-D59QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/43AGWesqhNg/s400/Agosto+2008+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321676822406624514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2085369847079081893?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2085369847079081893/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2085369847079081893' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2085369847079081893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2085369847079081893'/><link 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type='text'>Paura!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"La paura è una reazione sensata ad una situazione ignota"&lt;br /&gt;(Ciucchino in ShrekI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-6998283417571783890?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/6998283417571783890/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=6998283417571783890' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6998283417571783890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6998283417571783890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/paura.html' title='Paura!!!'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-9076999714749070753</id><published>2009-03-27T23:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:52:26.829+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madre teresa di Calcutta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>Tutto questo sta qui per tutti noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Che oggi dimori la pace in te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che tu sappia e abbia fiducia del fatto&lt;br /&gt;che sei esattamente nel luogo in cui devi stare.&lt;br /&gt;Che tu possa non dimenticare le possibilità infinite&lt;br /&gt;che sorgono attraverso la fede in te stessa e negli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Che tu possa utilizzare i doni che hai ricevuto,&lt;br /&gt;e possa passare ad altri l'Amore che hai ricevuto.&lt;br /&gt;Che tu possa essere felice della persona che sei,&lt;br /&gt;così come sei, in questo esatto momento.&lt;br /&gt;Permetti che questa consapevolezza penetri fino alle tue ossa,&lt;br /&gt;e permetti alla tua anima la libertà di cantare, ballare, pregare e amare.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto questo sta qui per ognuna e tutte noi."&lt;br /&gt;(Madre Teresa di Calcutta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sc1RbA9d-MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WiEpBgtzSc4/s1600-h/DSC06098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sc1RbA9d-MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WiEpBgtzSc4/s400/DSC06098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996259550558402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Praga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-9076999714749070753?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/9076999714749070753/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=9076999714749070753' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/9076999714749070753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/9076999714749070753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/tutto-questo-sta-qui-per-tutti-noi.html' title='Tutto questo sta qui per tutti noi'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/Sc1RbA9d-MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WiEpBgtzSc4/s72-c/DSC06098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7378634087363560922</id><published>2009-03-24T11:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:27:08.625+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opposti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Crescenzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eraclito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotta'/><title type='text'>Gli opposti...</title><content type='html'>"La più bella delle trame viene formata dagli opposti, e tutte le cose sorgono secondo contesa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Eraclito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" La lotta non rappresenta l'eccezione ma la norma di vita, anzi è la vita stessa e gli uomini devono accettarla come una forma di giustizia naturale... Che cosa sarebbe il mondo, si chiede Eraclito, se non ci fosse la lotta? Un orrendo e solitario luogo di morte. Non è forse la malattia che rende buona la salute? Non è forse la fame che gratifica la sazietà e il travaglio che rende così dolce il riposo?"&lt;br /&gt;(da storia della filosofia greca, L. De Crescenzo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7378634087363560922?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7378634087363560922/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7378634087363560922' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7378634087363560922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7378634087363560922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/gli-opposti_24.html' title='Gli opposti...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5803221762883973347</id><published>2009-03-22T22:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:19:41.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbery'/><title type='text'>Il domani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"... In realtà temiamo il domani solo perchè non sappiamo costruire il presente, e quando non sappiamo costruire il presente ci illudiamo che saremo capaci di farlo domani, e rimaniamo fregati perchè domani finisce sempre per diventare oggi, non so se ho reso l'idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi non bisogna affatto dimenticare. Occorre vivere con la certezza che invecchieremo e che non sarà nè bello nè piacevole nè allegro. E ripetersi che ciò che conta è adesso: costruire, ora, qualcosa, a ogni costo, con tutte le nostre forze. Avere sempre in testa la casa di riposo per superarsi continuamente e rendere ogni giorno imperituro. Scalare passo dopo passo il proprio Everest personale, e farlo in modo tale che ogni passo sia un pezzetto di eternità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco a cosa serve il futuro: a costruire il presente con veri progetti di vita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(da L'eleganza del riccio,  Muriel Barbery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/ScarP2ywhwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UzT6Aeaxclw/s1600-h/NamibiaMay+2008+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/ScarP2ywhwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UzT6Aeaxclw/s400/NamibiaMay+2008+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316124699052246786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5803221762883973347?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5803221762883973347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5803221762883973347' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5803221762883973347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5803221762883973347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/il-domani.html' title='Il domani...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/ScarP2ywhwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UzT6Aeaxclw/s72-c/NamibiaMay+2008+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-4046537841072439960</id><published>2009-03-15T21:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:54:02.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sono in prossimità del patibolo... per tre giorni cercheranno di distruggermi. Lo so ma andrò comunque e a testa alta. Dovrò fare buon viso a cattivo gioco, tanto sono solo tre giorni. Di certo ne uscirò a testa bassa ma ne uscirò... Quanto è difficile fare buon viso a cattivo gioco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-4046537841072439960?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/4046537841072439960/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=4046537841072439960' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4046537841072439960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4046537841072439960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/sono-in-prossimita-del-patibolo.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-6664019609403171238</id><published>2009-03-13T21:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:59:27.178+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiderio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'>Ogni desiderio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ogni desiderio mi ha arricchito più che il possesso sempre falso dell'oggetto stesso del mio desiderio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(A. Gide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SbrI_DUnVoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eRL_TXtssMY/s1600-h/sun+city8-06+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SbrI_DUnVoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eRL_TXtssMY/s400/sun+city8-06+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312779695986005634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-6664019609403171238?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/6664019609403171238/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=6664019609403171238' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6664019609403171238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6664019609403171238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/ogni-desiderio.html' title='Ogni desiderio...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SbrI_DUnVoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eRL_TXtssMY/s72-c/sun+city8-06+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1288169298706075412</id><published>2009-03-07T15:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:25:01.275+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grazie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winchell'/><title type='text'>GRAZIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ho una necessità impellente di dire:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SbKCfZ4sjXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8jmxdkge5E0/s1600-h/Grazie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SbKCfZ4sjXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8jmxdkge5E0/s400/Grazie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310450386659478898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a: Ilaria, Silvia, Matteo, Pamela, Giacomo, Sara, Emanuele, Marina e Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un vero amico è colui che entra quando il resto del mondo esce"&lt;br /&gt;(W. Winchell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1288169298706075412?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1288169298706075412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1288169298706075412' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1288169298706075412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1288169298706075412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/grazie.html' title='GRAZIE!!!'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SbKCfZ4sjXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8jmxdkge5E0/s72-c/Grazie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-3439174974383885432</id><published>2009-03-07T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:41:28.327+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbery'/><title type='text'>I più forti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quelli più forti&lt;br /&gt; tra tutti gli uomini&lt;br /&gt; non fanno nulla&lt;br /&gt;parlano solamente&lt;br /&gt;parlano di continuo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"...Se nella scala sociale si salisse in funzione della propria incompetenza, vi garantisco che il mondo non girerebbe come gira oggi... gli uomini vivono in un mondo dove sono le parole e non le azioni ad avere il potere, dove la massima competenza è il controllo del linguaggio... gli uomini vivono in un mondo in cui sono i deboli a dominare..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(M. Barbery, da "L'eleganza del riccio")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-3439174974383885432?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/3439174974383885432/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=3439174974383885432' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3439174974383885432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3439174974383885432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-piu-forti.html' title='I più forti?'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2900797542435542285</id><published>2009-02-21T11:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:09:39.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. De Saint-Exupery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfogo'/><title type='text'>A chi si sente re...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Se ordinassi ad un generale di volare da un fiore all'altro come una farfalla, o di scrivere una tragedia, o di trasfomarsi in un uccello marino; e se il generale non eseguisse l'ordine ricevuto, chi avrebbe torto lui o io?"&lt;br /&gt;"L'avreste voi!" disse con fermezza il piccolo principe.&lt;br /&gt;"Esatto, bisogna esigere da ciascuno quello che ciascuno può dare"&lt;br /&gt;continuò il re.&lt;br /&gt;"L'autorità riposa prima di tutto, sulla ragione. Se tu ordini al tuo popolo di andarsi a gettare al mare, farà la rivoluzione..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il piccolo principe&lt;/span&gt;, A de Saint-Exupèry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In aggiunta un piccolo consiglio a chi si sente monarca assoluto: viaggia un pò di più e noterai che stai leggendo solo una pagina del mondo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2900797542435542285?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2900797542435542285/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2900797542435542285' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2900797542435542285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2900797542435542285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/chi-si-crede-re.html' title='A chi si sente re...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-4878611172468531404</id><published>2009-02-20T17:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:22:54.554+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macchiavelli'/><title type='text'>La volontà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dove c'è una grande volontà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;non possono esserci grandi difficoltà."&lt;br /&gt;(N. Macchiavelli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZ7YXwzQCtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wxmpqq1m8T0/s1600-h/KNP+5-2007+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZ7YXwzQCtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wxmpqq1m8T0/s400/KNP+5-2007+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915313837476562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-4878611172468531404?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/4878611172468531404/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=4878611172468531404' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4878611172468531404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4878611172468531404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/dove-ce-una-grande-volonta-non-possono.html' title='La volontà'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZ7YXwzQCtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wxmpqq1m8T0/s72-c/KNP+5-2007+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5968693223444787194</id><published>2009-02-15T09:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:24:54.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miei pensieri'/><title type='text'>Vorrei poterti dire...</title><content type='html'>Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;che il pensiero di te&lt;br /&gt;mi riscalda ogni notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;che sogno te e me&lt;br /&gt;stretti in un caldo abbraccio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;quanto i miei pensieri si affollano nella mente&lt;br /&gt;ogni volta che ti vedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;quanto risplende la vita in me&lt;br /&gt;ogni volta che i nostri sguardi s'incontrano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;amami, odiami,&lt;br /&gt;almeno pensami un pochino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire...&lt;br /&gt;ma non dico niente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZfREtvnpeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wmU6VPrGbtg/s1600-h/cuore_confusione_vita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZfREtvnpeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wmU6VPrGbtg/s400/cuore_confusione_vita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302936965181056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5968693223444787194?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5968693223444787194/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5968693223444787194' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5968693223444787194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5968693223444787194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/vorrei-poterti-dire.html' title='Vorrei poterti dire...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZfREtvnpeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wmU6VPrGbtg/s72-c/cuore_confusione_vita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2678178338647913880</id><published>2009-02-14T16:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:47:36.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sant&apos;Agostino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>Una vita con le valigie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Il mondo è come un libro,&lt;br /&gt;chi non viaggia ne legge solo una pagina!"&lt;br /&gt;(Sant'Agostino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E' già da qualche anno che sono spesso in viaggio. La "peggio" è stata due anni fa, ho vissuto per un anno  intero in Africa senza una fissa dimora. Ospite di qua e di là, B&amp;amp;B, guest house, tenda, brevi periodi di affitto, campus universitario... Devo dire che quell'anno ho vissuto così tante nuove esperienze e conosciuto così tante persone diverse ed interessanti, che posso definirlo il migliore anno della mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora mi sento un pò in stand-by ma se mi fermo un attimo a pensare: io non sono affatto in stand-by!!! Sì ho preso una batosta piuttosto dura che mi fa sentire spesso giù e non mi fa rendere conto che sto vivendo una marea di nuove esperienze altamente costruttive. Negli ultimi 6 mesi ne ho girati di posti!!! Sicilia,  Val Pusteria, Torino, Aosta, Teramo, Amsterdam, The Hague, Grosseto,  Siena, Perugia... per non parlare di tutte le volte che trovo ospitalità a Roma e dintorni. Sono appena tornata da un viaggio ad Aosta e la prossima settimana andrò per un paio di giorni a Grosseto, poi una settimana a Padova, poi di nuovo a Grosseto, poi a Siena ...e per variare, andrò una settimana a Praga. Ah beh, sto anche programmando un viaggio con degli amici a Barcellona per le festività Pasquali. Per non contare poi tutte le volte che , pur di non fare avanti ed indietro tra un posto ed un altro, resto a dormire in albergo da qualche parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho una confessione, questa vita con la valigia sempre pronta è un pò stressante ma... mi piace da morire. Conosco tanta gente nuova, mi infilo in situazioni stranissime, a volte mi capita di parlare con delle persone anche di una certa importanza ed ora inizio a farlo con una certa disinvoltura. Se penso a qualche anno fa'... non sarei mai riuscita a districarmi dai mie ultimi tre giorni e invece.... me la sono cavata davvero bene!!! Forse, come dice un mio amico, la mia faccia da culo mi aiuta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ogni modo viaggiare aiuta a crescere, ci si scontra con realtà così diverse che si finisce sempre per rivedere sotto una nuova luce il proprio mondo.  Adoro viaggiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZbwPw-IoWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6N7lENAQr34/s1600-h/ValGrandeMonteRosa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZbwPw-IoWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6N7lENAQr34/s400/ValGrandeMonteRosa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302689764909556066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dolomiti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2678178338647913880?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2678178338647913880/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2678178338647913880' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2678178338647913880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2678178338647913880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/una-vita-con-le-valigie.html' title='Una vita con le valigie'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZbwPw-IoWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6N7lENAQr34/s72-c/ValGrandeMonteRosa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-813072488305135571</id><published>2009-02-14T16:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:49:49.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Lo stress crea la possibilità di cambiare. Se il livello di stress è ridotto, la vita è noiosa, stagnante, manca di vitalità e motivazioni. Lo stress serve, perchè è la forza motivante che dà più vita...Lo stress è il migliore degli insegnanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cambiamenti sono l'essenza della vita... Avere problemi significa essere vivi: più grande è il problema più c'è vita..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(J. Adams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi è tutto ok: sono molto viva. Decisamente la mia vita non è noiosa ma altamente attiva e piena di lavori in corso!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZbjWIh1uCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3WalM3TKSYE/s1600-h/Agosto+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZbjWIh1uCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3WalM3TKSYE/s400/Agosto+2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302675580661381154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Stelle alpine, Dolomiti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-813072488305135571?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/813072488305135571/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=813072488305135571' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/813072488305135571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/813072488305135571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SZbjWIh1uCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3WalM3TKSYE/s72-c/Agosto+2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1542406770880493689</id><published>2009-02-07T09:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:25:16.509+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligabue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>Il giorno di dolore che uno ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quando tutte le parole sai che non ti servon più&lt;br /&gt;quando rubi il tuo coraggio per non startene laggiù&lt;br /&gt;quando tiri in mezzo Dio, o il destino o chissachè&lt;br /&gt;che nessuno te lo spiega perchè sia successo a te.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tira un pò di vento che ci si rialza un pò&lt;br /&gt;che la vita è un pò più forte del tuo dirle "grazie no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sembra tutto fermo&lt;br /&gt;la tua ruota girerà&lt;br /&gt;sopra il giorno di&lt;br /&gt;dolore che uno ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando indietro non si torna, quando l'hai capito che&lt;br /&gt;che la vita non è giusta come la vorresti te&lt;br /&gt;quando farsi una ragione vorrà  dire vivere&lt;br /&gt;te l'han detto tutti quanti che per loro è facile.&lt;br /&gt;Quando batte un pò di sole dove ci contavi un pò&lt;br /&gt;e la vita e'un pò più forte del tuo dirle"ancora no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando la ferita brucia&lt;br /&gt;la tua pelle si farà&lt;br /&gt;sopra il giorno&lt;br /&gt;di dolore che uno ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando il cuore senza un pezzo il suo ritmo prenderà&lt;br /&gt;quando l'aria che fa il giro i tuoi polmoni beccherà&lt;br /&gt;quando questa merda intorno sempre merda resterà&lt;br /&gt;riconoscerai l'odore perchè questa è la realtà.&lt;br /&gt;Quando la tua sveglia suona e tu ti chiederai che or'è&lt;br /&gt;che la vita è sempre forte molto più che facile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sposti appena il piede&lt;br /&gt;il tuo tempo crescerà&lt;br /&gt;sopra il giorno&lt;br /&gt;di dolore che uno ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ligabue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SY1HwWQ85qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iV9r_fXKeJo/s1600-h/KNP+6-03-2007+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SY1HwWQ85qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iV9r_fXKeJo/s400/KNP+6-03-2007+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299971232420914850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Martial eagle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1542406770880493689?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1542406770880493689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1542406770880493689' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1542406770880493689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1542406770880493689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/il-giorno-di-dolore-che-uno-ha.html' title='Il giorno di dolore che uno ha'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SY1HwWQ85qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iV9r_fXKeJo/s72-c/KNP+6-03-2007+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7392833989650512003</id><published>2009-02-05T16:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:19:36.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'>Lasciatemi vivere come mi pare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Non ho scelto io di nascere quindi&lt;br /&gt;lasciatemi vivere come mi pare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  (Jim Morrison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYsJVwY7TuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n-lcPv2vwW8/s1600-h/August+19-8-2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYsJVwY7TuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n-lcPv2vwW8/s400/August+19-8-2007+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299339655902875362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7392833989650512003?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7392833989650512003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7392833989650512003' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7392833989650512003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7392833989650512003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/non-ho-scelto-io-di-nascere-quindi.html' title='Lasciatemi vivere come mi pare'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYsJVwY7TuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/n-lcPv2vwW8/s72-c/August+19-8-2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1242276306552773398</id><published>2009-02-03T21:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:00:09.103+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicità'/><title type='text'>E crescendo impari</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1242276306552773398?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1242276306552773398/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1242276306552773398' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1242276306552773398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1242276306552773398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-crescendo-impari.html' title='E crescendo impari'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5933192563652964091</id><published>2009-02-02T21:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:53:34.456+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. De Saint-Exupery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sopportazione'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Devo pure sopportare qualche bruco se voglio conoscere le farfalle, sembra che siano così belle."&lt;br /&gt;(da Il piccolo principe A. De Saint-Exupery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYdWcwRcyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_a3iD2YQjO4/s1600-h/caterpillar_machaon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYdWcwRcyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_a3iD2YQjO4/s400/caterpillar_machaon5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298298538619095858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5933192563652964091?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5933192563652964091/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5933192563652964091' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5933192563652964091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5933192563652964091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/devo-pure-sopportare-qualche-bruco-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYdWcwRcyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_a3iD2YQjO4/s72-c/caterpillar_machaon5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1053530859440870195</id><published>2009-02-01T20:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:45:58.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passato'/><title type='text'>Il passato è passato</title><content type='html'>"Il passato è passato e qualsiasi cosa sia successa allora non ritornerà mai più e voi non potrete tornare indietro. Ogni volta che scoprirete di essere immobilizzati nel vostro presente per qualcosa che è successo nel vostro passato è perchè state cercando di ingannare voi stessi senza motivo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avete deciso di usare il vostro presente per costruire castelli attorno al passato, per rimpiangere le opportunità perdute o per rievocare i bei tempi, deplorando il fatto che le cose non vanno più come una volta, state esattamente ucidendo il vostro presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vostra vita trascorsa può essere un importanteriferimento per migliorarvi, oppure potrà sbarrarvi la strada, impedendovi di vivere appieno il presente: dipende solamente da come voi decidete di usarla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Wayne W. Dyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYX8TP2jpVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sds89wvUtyY/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYX8TP2jpVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sds89wvUtyY/s400/DSCN1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297917944274330962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sudwala caves, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1053530859440870195?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1053530859440870195/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1053530859440870195' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1053530859440870195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1053530859440870195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/02/il-passato-e-passato.html' title='Il passato è passato'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYX8TP2jpVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sds89wvUtyY/s72-c/DSCN1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1079939491243204607</id><published>2009-01-30T15:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:51:15.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Se puoi tenere la testa a posto quando tutti attorno a te l'hanno persa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;non hai capito il problema."&lt;br /&gt;(A. Bloch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYMTuEZdyII/AAAAAAAAAGk/3NHr2gYkAk8/s1600-h/KNP+5-2007+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYMTuEZdyII/AAAAAAAAAGk/3NHr2gYkAk8/s400/KNP+5-2007+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099268893296770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1079939491243204607?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1079939491243204607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1079939491243204607' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1079939491243204607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1079939491243204607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-puoi-tenere-la-testa-posto-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SYMTuEZdyII/AAAAAAAAAGk/3NHr2gYkAk8/s72-c/KNP+5-2007+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5650133001662720489</id><published>2009-01-30T09:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:26:45.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfogo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Per i paurosi il futuro resterà sconosciuto, per i deboli sarà irraggiungibile, per gli incoscienti offrirà nuove opportunità."&lt;br /&gt;(Anonimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok! Lo ammetto: la mia vita è un completo caos. Ho una paura folle del futuro e di tutti i cambiamenti che mi aspettano ma vado avanti sempre e comunque (è un autoconvincimento!) Non so cosa mi aspetterà ad Aprile, ma Aprile verrà ed io partirò, ancora non so per dove ma partirò.  Nuove opportunità in vista o solo nuove delusioni?? Solo il tempo potrà dirlo, ragion per cui io partirò comunque anche se probabilmente ad Aprile sarò nella fase del collasso delle resistenze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto vivendo una marea di cambiamenti e il fatto di dimostrarmi all'altezza, il fatto di non mollare, di non piangere e soprattutto di non farmi vedere piangere, il fatto di non mostrare al mondo quanto sono stanca, il fatto stesso di non ammettere che non ce la faccio più... mi stanno logorando!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo so sto sbagliando tutto non è mettendo la testa sotto la sabbia che si risolvono i problemi. Non è buttandosi sul lavoro che la matassa si sbroglia. Comunque ora non ho il tempo per cercare di sbrogliare la matassa e neppure quello di mettere a posto la scrivania.   Lo so la vita è quì ed ora. Ma la relazione da consegnare pure e allora??? Si continua a stringere i denti!!! A volta mi viene un mal di testa a furia di stringere i denti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo mi sto sfogando scrivendo, almeno questo me lo sto concedendo. Scuse sentite per chi legge ma... sono stanca!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5650133001662720489?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5650133001662720489/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5650133001662720489' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5650133001662720489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5650133001662720489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/per-i-paurosi-il-futuro-restera.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-8805607606879398360</id><published>2009-01-21T16:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:24:37.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Crescenzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubbio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fede'/><title type='text'>Il Dubbio</title><content type='html'>"...Il Dubbio espone con calma le sue idee ed è pronto a cambiarle radicalmente non appena qualcuno gli dimostrerà che sono sbagliate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Perdonatemi il gioco di parole ma ho qualche dubbio sul dubbio- risposi io.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prendiamo per esempio Cristoforo Colombo:&lt;br /&gt;solo la certezza di trovare le Indie al di là dell'Atlantico lo indusse a partire e fu proprio questa certezza a dargli la forza di procedere sino in fondo. Poco importa poi che i calcoli fossero sbagliati: lui partì lo stesso e finì con lo scoprire l'America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io credo che nessuna conquista sia mai possibile senza un minimo di fede..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da il Dubbio, Luciano De Crescenzo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-8805607606879398360?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/8805607606879398360/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=8805607606879398360' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8805607606879398360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/8805607606879398360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-dubbio.html' title='Il Dubbio'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5227660000376007386</id><published>2009-01-21T16:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:47:13.590+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Crescenzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entropia'/><title type='text'>Entropia</title><content type='html'>" Ogni qualvolta la materia si trasforma in energia, una parte di questa energia diventa non più utilizzabile e va ad aumentare il disordine dell'ambiente. La misura del disordine si chiama Entropia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In ogni trasformazione il Disordine che si crea è sempre maggiore dell'ordine che si è creato!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E allora Aveva ragione Pascal quando diceva: -Tutta l'infelicità del mondo dipende dal fatto che nessuno vuole restare a casa sua-..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da il Dubbio, Luciano De Crescenzo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5227660000376007386?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5227660000376007386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5227660000376007386' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5227660000376007386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5227660000376007386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/entropia.html' title='Entropia'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7137635405177040341</id><published>2009-01-20T18:58:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:43:36.700+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madre teresa di Calcutta'/><title type='text'>Vivi la vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è una sfida, affrontala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è un dovere, compilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è un gioco, giocalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è preziosa, abbine cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è una ricchezza, conservala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è amore, godine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è un mistero, scoprilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è  promessa, adempila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è tristezza, superala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è un inno, cantalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è una lotta, accettala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è un'avventura, rischiala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è felicità, meritala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita è la vita, difendila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-ZA" &gt;(Madre Teresa di Calcutta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXYRtVlwDLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A31aFFMXG1s/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXYRtVlwDLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A31aFFMXG1s/s400/DSC01524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293437882607865010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Patholes, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7137635405177040341?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7137635405177040341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7137635405177040341' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7137635405177040341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7137635405177040341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/vivi-la-vita_20.html' title='Vivi la vita'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXYRtVlwDLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A31aFFMXG1s/s72-c/DSC01524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-901721610737301681</id><published>2009-01-19T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:35:02.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortuna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quando una fortuna viene meno,&lt;br /&gt;spesso un'altra, quasi inaspettatamente,&lt;br /&gt;sopraggiunge al suo posto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C.S. Lewis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-901721610737301681?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/901721610737301681/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=901721610737301681' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/901721610737301681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/901721610737301681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-una-fortuna-viene-meno-spesso.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7759362506595642522</id><published>2009-01-19T14:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:35:29.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miei pensieri'/><title type='text'>Un sogno di noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi guardo dentro&lt;br /&gt;e c'è confusione.&lt;br /&gt;Mi guardo dentro&lt;br /&gt;e trovo un pensiero di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;che sei la mia speranza.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterti dire&lt;br /&gt;che ho paura di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi guardo dentro&lt;br /&gt;e ti desidero.&lt;br /&gt;Mi guardo dentro&lt;br /&gt;e c'è un sogno di noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXSD9jHqxVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L8OaRAz4rbs/s1600-h/KNP+9-2007+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXSD9jHqxVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L8OaRAz4rbs/s400/KNP+9-2007+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293000555489838418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7759362506595642522?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7759362506595642522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7759362506595642522' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7759362506595642522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7759362506595642522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-sogno-di-noi.html' title='Un sogno di noi'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXSD9jHqxVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L8OaRAz4rbs/s72-c/KNP+9-2007+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1594823951378090678</id><published>2009-01-18T19:35:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:29:56.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rischio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coraggio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ovidio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Un piacere senza rischi piace meno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ovidio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXN4IgHhilI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1dUPlHbgn5Y/s1600-h/August+20-2007+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXN4IgHhilI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1dUPlHbgn5Y/s400/August+20-2007+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292706074546244178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(South Africa, shark cage diving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1594823951378090678?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1594823951378090678/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1594823951378090678' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1594823951378090678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1594823951378090678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-piacere-senza-richi-piace-meno.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXN4IgHhilI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1dUPlHbgn5Y/s72-c/August+20-2007+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7342643242798777665</id><published>2009-01-18T18:55:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:44:33.262+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miei pensieri'/><title type='text'>Andare a vivere tra i monti: si o no??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sono sommersa di proposte di lavoro tra le quali non mi so decidere. Alla fine nessuna è proprio quella della mia vita. L'Occasione me la sono lasciata sfuggire l'anno scorso, per qualcosa che credevo essere Amore. Ora tra queste proposte forse quella che più mi induce in tentazione potrebbe portarmi a vivere in una cittadina sperduta tra i monti. I miei cari amici dicono che se accetto il lavoro sui monti la mia vita sociale ne risentirà!! In realtà potrebbero avere ragione, diventerò una vecchia zitella???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXNtUElystI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4XbtZVvKsgE/s1600-h/Agosto+2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXNtUElystI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4XbtZVvKsgE/s400/Agosto+2008+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292694178687529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Valpusteria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Di una cosa sono sicura a me la vita tra i monti piace!!! Se a ciò aggiungiamo anche il fatto che:&lt;br /&gt;1) a sbagliare sono bravissima da me, quindi bando ai consigli sensati!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) sbagliare è umano ma perseverare è diabolico: ho rinunciato al Lavoro della mia vita per un uomo, posso rinunciare ad una bella occasione perchè avrei meno opportunità di conoscere il principe azzurro??&lt;br /&gt;3) andare a vivere tra i monti è un rischio ed IO ...AMO IL RISCHIO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diventerò una vecchia montanara zitella!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7342643242798777665?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7342643242798777665/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7342643242798777665' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7342643242798777665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7342643242798777665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/ditemi-quello-che-volete-ma-me-la.html' title='Andare a vivere tra i monti: si o no??'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SXNtUElystI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4XbtZVvKsgE/s72-c/Agosto+2008+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-4703086291296400028</id><published>2009-01-16T20:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:45:02.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristezza'/><title type='text'>Essere tristi è necessario... per capire la differenza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La tristezza è parte della condizione umana ed è funzionale e necessaria per godere della felicità e per un corretto sviluppo emotivo. "Quando si individua un tratto così profondamente conservato nella biologia dell'uomo, bisogna presumere che è un tratto selezionato dall'evoluzione e come tale necessario alla sopravvivenza", ha dichiarato Jerome Wakefield della New York University e coautore del libro "The loss of sadness: how psychiatry transformed normal sorrow into depressive disorder", la cui traduzione in italiano sarebbe "La perdita della tristezza: come gli psichiatri hanno trasformato il normale dolore dell'anima in malattia depressiva". Wakefield e altri psicologi che sostengono l'importanza di vivere ogni emozione, anche quelle più negative, sono stati intervistati sull'ultimo numero della rivista NewScientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nella società moderna la tristezza è diventato uno stato d'animo da evitare. In tutti i modi possibili. Ci si può distrarre evitando di pensare e riempiendosi la giornata di appuntamenti e di cose da fare. Molti scelgono anche, in maniera incauta e superficiale, di usare pillole che stabilizzano l'umore agendo direttamente sui centri nervosi di produzione e regolazione dei neurotrasmettitori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure è esperienza comune di ciascuno come, nei momenti di difficoltà o di tristezza, la percezione del mondo è diversa e talvolta più profonda. Non è un caso, infatti, che gli artisti esprimono il meglio della loro produzione proprio nei momenti di maggiore difficoltà più che quelli di felicità. Secondo alcuni neurologi vi è un motivo biologico che spiega il legame tristezza-creatività: la riduzione dei livelli di cortisolo tipica dei momenti di tristezza attiva i centri nervosi della creatività mentre riduce l'attività di quelli che stimolano la socialità, la fame e l'attività fisica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tristezza, l'introspezione e i momenti di solitudine, quindi, sono funzionali a guardarsi dentro e fare il punto su di sé, per poi riprendere e andare avanti. Attenzione, però, se una sana dose di tristezza è necessaria, tutti gli esperti sono d'accordo nel dire che se si è di fronte ad una diagnosi di depressione allora è necessario sottoporsi a terapie adeguate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da yahoo.it 16/01/2009 12.27.00&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Marshall J. Is it really bad to be sad? NewScientist 14 gennaio 2009.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-4703086291296400028?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/4703086291296400028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=4703086291296400028' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4703086291296400028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4703086291296400028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/essere-tristi-necessario-per-capire-la.html' title='Essere tristi è necessario... per capire la differenza!'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2289452807213972845</id><published>2009-01-10T14:22:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:36:10.671+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semisonic'/><title type='text'>This Will Be My Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWiiJHa0mEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_g_5bRBp7cQ/s1600-h/fuochi+d%27artificio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWiiJHa0mEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_g_5bRBp7cQ/s400/fuochi+d%27artificio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289656039840716866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...Then you tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;What you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause you have to believe&lt;br /&gt;This will be my year..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da "This Will Be My Year", Semisonic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWiiSy1PyOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/077_Ot9PofU/s1600-h/capodanno+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWiiSy1PyOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/077_Ot9PofU/s400/capodanno+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289656206113097954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2289452807213972845?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2289452807213972845/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2289452807213972845' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2289452807213972845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2289452807213972845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-will-be-my-year.html' title='This Will Be My Year'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWiiJHa0mEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_g_5bRBp7cQ/s72-c/fuochi+d%27artificio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-9217933658608669211</id><published>2009-01-06T13:35:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:02:41.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitudine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diolè'/><title type='text'>Animali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWPDnYfug9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Yfz6NZD9nRg/s1600-h/Cena+Natale+2005+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWPDnYfug9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Yfz6NZD9nRg/s400/Cena+Natale+2005+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288285468820931538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"In qualunque tempo e sotto ogni clima non vi è mai stato uomo, per quanto miserabile, che non abbia avuto un animale che lo confortasse dalla sua miseria e che gli fosse compagno nella solitudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le civiltà sono nate da questa fondamentale simpatia: la civiltà degli Yak dell'Himalaya, la civiltà dei Cammelli del Sahara, la civiltà dei Lama delle Ande, la civiltà dei Maiali nella Nuova Guinea. Vi è stata persino una civiltà delle Api fra gli indios del Paraguay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembra esservi una correlazione tra lo sforzo che uno deve compiere per sopravvivere ed il grado dell'attaccamento dell'uomo ad una particolare specie di animale adatta ai suoi bisogni. Più duramente deve combattere l'uomo, più egli tende ad associarsi agli animali. Sotto questo aspetto nulla è cambiato."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  (da "GLI ANIMALI MALATI D'UOMO" di Philippe Diolè)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-9217933658608669211?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/9217933658608669211/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=9217933658608669211' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/9217933658608669211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/9217933658608669211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-qualunque-tempo-e-sotto-ogni-clima.html' title='Animali...'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWPDnYfug9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Yfz6NZD9nRg/s72-c/Cena+Natale+2005+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7123372252635035543</id><published>2009-01-04T20:17:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:19:30.580+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Einstein'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Se vuoi una vita felice, devi dedicarla a un obiettivo,&lt;br /&gt;non a delle persone o a delle cose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Albert Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWENZe0wAJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtaoPjV4s-w/s1600-h/KNP+5-2007+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWENZe0wAJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtaoPjV4s-w/s400/KNP+5-2007+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287522168931877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kruger National Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7123372252635035543?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7123372252635035543/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7123372252635035543' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7123372252635035543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7123372252635035543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-vuoi-una-vita-felice-devi-dedicarla.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SWENZe0wAJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtaoPjV4s-w/s72-c/KNP+5-2007+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-4993690523741657872</id><published>2008-12-29T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:46:28.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oroscopo 2009'/><title type='text'>Oroscopo Bilancia 2009: come non sperare che sia vero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="banner-txt-premium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="beacon_8ac2ce0460" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://adserver.ediscom.it/www/delivery/lg.php?bannerid=343&amp;amp;campaignid=318&amp;amp;zoneid=534&amp;amp;channel_ids=,&amp;amp;loc=http%3A%2F%2Fadserver.ediscom.it%2Fadxmlrpc.php&amp;amp;referer=http%3A%2F%2Fit.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%3B_ylt%3DA1f4cfvyRllJ6EkBbawbDQx.%3Fp%3Doroscopo%2Bbilancia%2B2009%26y%3DCerca%26fr%3Dyfp-t-501%26ei%3DUTF-8&amp;amp;cb=8ac2ce0460" alt="" style="width: 0px; height: 0px;" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://immagini.tipiace.it/articoli/natale/oroscopo/oroscopo-bilancia-2009.jpg" class="incorniciata" alt="Oroscopo Bilancia 2009" title="Oroscopo Bilancia 2009" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ecco un anno che ricorderete a lungo, il vostro è uno dei segni più fortunati di tutto il 2009! Sicuramente molti di voi saranno ancora a terra dalle batoste, dalle delusioni e dai noiosi imprevisti che vi sono capitati negli ultimi mesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora prendete un bel sospiro di sollievo: Giove inizierà un transito favoloso e vi porterà molta fortuna, in ogni campo.&lt;br /&gt;Anche la salute psicofisica risentirà positivamente del cambiamento; sarete molto più energici, lucidi e intraprendenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono tutte le premesse per fare un salto di qualità professionale, in primavera direte addio ai contratti e alle collaborazioni scadenti. State solo attenti a momenti di agitazione e di stress che potrebbero coinvolgervi tra febbraio e aprile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche l’amore è destinato a rinascere, finalmente deciderete di chiudere con il passato, con le relazioni difficili e riuscirete ad allontanare tutte le persone che vi hanno fatto soffrire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi invece sta cercando da tempo una relazione, un sentimento forte, non faticherà a trovarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Questo anno sarà positivo anche per tutti coloro che vogliono sposarsi o rendere ufficiale un’unione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomma cercate di essere ottimisti, il peggio è passato: vi aspetta un periodo felice e pieno di novità interessanti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-4993690523741657872?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/4993690523741657872/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=4993690523741657872' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4993690523741657872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4993690523741657872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/oroscopo-bilancia-2009-come-non-sperare.html' title='Oroscopo Bilancia 2009: come non sperare che sia vero?'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1469749694624395845</id><published>2008-12-27T19:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:06:51.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrimonio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. De Saint-Exupery'/><title type='text'>Ai miei amici che si sposano!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Amare non è guardarsi l'un l'altro ma guardare insieme nella stessa direzione"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(A. De Saint-Exupery&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulazioni amici miei almeno voi&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;siete riusciti in questi 9 anni a guardare nella stessa direzione!!! Vi auguro di continuare a farlo per una vita intera!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1469749694624395845?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1469749694624395845/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1469749694624395845' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1469749694624395845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1469749694624395845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/sara-e-tommaso-si-sposano.html' title='Ai miei amici che si sposano!!!!'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-4531320077800999351</id><published>2008-12-25T16:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:03:27.692+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfogo'/><title type='text'>sfogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natale è sempre stata la mia festa preferita. Oggi non volevo mettere piede giù dal letto, avevo un sentore, un'ombra negativa aleggiava nell'aria. Perchè più una cerca di non pensare a qualcosa più tutti devono star lì a ricordartela? TUTTI. Può essere Natale anche per me? No, io sono quella forte, quella che si piega ma non si spezza. In realtà sono umana, sapete? Sono fragile e soprattutto sono quella che non ce la fa più.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-4531320077800999351?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/4531320077800999351/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=4531320077800999351' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4531320077800999351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/4531320077800999351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/sfogo.html' title='sfogo'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7474838272667598901</id><published>2008-12-08T12:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:11:01.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilde'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Esperienza è il nome che diamo ai nostri errori"&lt;br /&gt;(O. Wilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7474838272667598901?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7474838272667598901/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7474838272667598901' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7474838272667598901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7474838272667598901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/esperienza-il-nome-che-diamo-ai-nostri.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-6636836655417919889</id><published>2008-12-07T16:09:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:05:12.405+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitudine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schopenhauer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'>La solitudine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STvo_gJLQJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sth8uG4Xi4o/s1600-h/KNP+5-2007+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STvo_gJLQJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sth8uG4Xi4o/s400/KNP+5-2007+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277067566052491410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Baobab, Kruger National Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"La solitudine è il destino di tutte le grandi menti: un destino a volte deplorato, ma sempre scelto come il minore di due mali."&lt;br /&gt;(A. Schopenhauer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-6636836655417919889?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/6636836655417919889/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=6636836655417919889' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6636836655417919889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6636836655417919889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-solitudine-il-destino-di-tutte-le.html' title='La solitudine'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STvo_gJLQJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sth8uG4Xi4o/s72-c/KNP+5-2007+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5308698017069307731</id><published>2008-12-06T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:08:14.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madre teresa di Calcutta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemici'/><title type='text'>Il meglio di te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="Dai_il_meglio_di_te..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poesia-creativa.it/indimenticabili.htm#Dai%20il%20meglio%20di%20te..."&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:13px;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="Dai_il_meglio_di_te..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poesia-creativa.it/indimenticabili.htm#Dai%20il%20meglio%20di%20te..."&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Se fai il bene, ti attribuiranno&lt;br /&gt;secondi fini egoistici&lt;br /&gt;non importa, fa' il bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; Se realizzi i tuoi obiettivi,&lt;br /&gt;troverai falsi amici e veri nemici&lt;br /&gt;non importa realizzali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; Il bene che fai verrà domani&lt;br /&gt;dimenticato.&lt;br /&gt;Non importa fa' il bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; L'onestà e la sincerità ti&lt;br /&gt;rendono vulnerabile&lt;br /&gt;non importa, sii franco&lt;br /&gt;e onesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; Dà al mondo il meglio di te,&lt;br /&gt;e ti prenderanno a calci.&lt;br /&gt;Non importa, dà il meglio di te.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Madre Teresa di Calcutta)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:13px;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5308698017069307731?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5308698017069307731/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5308698017069307731' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5308698017069307731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5308698017069307731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/il-meglio-di-te.html' title='Il meglio di te'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-6957264420087148896</id><published>2008-12-06T23:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:10:01.944+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfogo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Per dire cos’ hai fatto di me, non ho parole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-6957264420087148896?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/6957264420087148896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=6957264420087148896' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6957264420087148896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6957264420087148896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/per-dire-cos-hai-fatto-di-me-non-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-6206756631545996214</id><published>2008-12-04T22:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:56:17.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilde'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Perdona sempre i tuoi nemici, nulla li fa arrabbiare di più."&lt;br /&gt;(O. Wilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SThIwvWj6iI/AAAAAAAAADs/dIm4BmfK--0/s1600-h/WCIC022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SThIwvWj6iI/AAAAAAAAADs/dIm4BmfK--0/s400/WCIC022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276046965646551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mpumalanga, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-6206756631545996214?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/6206756631545996214/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=6206756631545996214' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6206756631545996214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/6206756631545996214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/perdona-sempre-i-tuoi-nemici-nulla-li.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/SThIwvWj6iI/AAAAAAAAADs/dIm4BmfK--0/s72-c/WCIC022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2724031949867654082</id><published>2008-12-04T21:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:11:41.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfogo'/><title type='text'>Due consigli amichevoli per gli ipocriti:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andate gentilmente a fare in culo e cercate di farlo senza rompere le palle. Rigranziando anticipatamente per il fatto che ignorerete i consigli e continuerete a movimentarmi la vita mettendo a dura prova la mia pazienza vi auguro una pessima serata!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2724031949867654082?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2724031949867654082/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2724031949867654082' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2724031949867654082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2724031949867654082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/ipocriti.html' title='Due consigli amichevoli per gli ipocriti:'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-7905402679994878152</id><published>2008-12-04T08:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:28:34.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemi'/><title type='text'>Mi ammazzo, per il resto tutto ok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L’altro ieri in treno ho iniziato a leggere un nuovo libro. E’ scritto da un 25enne, che ha già 2 libri alle spalle ed ha lavorato per il New York Press ed il New York Times Magazine: Ned Vizzini. Il titolo del libro è “Mi ammazzo, per il resto tutto ok”. Parla di un ragazzo a cui sono sfuggiti un po’ di mano i problemi adolescenziali ed è cosciente di essere clinicamente depresso. Il tono colloquiale e l’ironia che pervade il libro lo rendono una lettura incantevole. Decisamente aiuta a vedere i propri problemi in misura adeguata. I “tentacoli” che sovrastano le nostre vite sono nelle vite di tutti ed ad ognuno possono sembrare schiaccianti. Tuttavia a vederli con gli occhi di qualcun’altro sono cose esilaranti e tra qualche anno forse risulteranno divertenti anche a noi stessi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-7905402679994878152?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/7905402679994878152/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=7905402679994878152' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7905402679994878152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/7905402679994878152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-ammazzo-per-il-resto-tutto-ok.html' title='Mi ammazzo, per il resto tutto ok!'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-3011130962555188527</id><published>2008-12-03T21:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:13:38.264+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fede'/><title type='text'>Canto del se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se saprai non perdere la testa quando tutti attorno a te la perderanno,&lt;br /&gt;se trovandoti ingannato saprai evitare di ricorrere a bugie&lt;br /&gt;e per aggiunta riuscirai a non apparire troppo buono&lt;br /&gt;e a non parlare troppo saggiamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se saprai rischiare di perdere le tue vincite in un colpo solo,&lt;br /&gt;se saprai rinforzare il cuore per servirti in quel che vuoi&lt;br /&gt;e così sostenerti anche quando&lt;br /&gt;non ci sarà più niente in te&lt;br /&gt;se non la tua volontà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua è la terra&lt;br /&gt;ed ogni cosa che c'è in essa&lt;br /&gt;e tu sarai un uomo.&lt;br /&gt;(Canto del se)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STb0TIB4A-I/AAAAAAAAADk/DaEW2iy6HL0/s1600-h/krugersdroop+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STb0TIB4A-I/AAAAAAAAADk/DaEW2iy6HL0/s400/krugersdroop+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275672622921155554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-3011130962555188527?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/3011130962555188527/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=3011130962555188527' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3011130962555188527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/3011130962555188527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-saprai-non-perdere-la-testa-quando.html' title='Canto del se'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STb0TIB4A-I/AAAAAAAAADk/DaEW2iy6HL0/s72-c/krugersdroop+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-5488074751561367398</id><published>2008-12-03T15:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:21:00.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sogno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicità'/><title type='text'>Ode alla vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaXy6Id-LI/AAAAAAAAACg/QBFEMUx8zZE/s1600-h/krugersdroop+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaXy6Id-LI/AAAAAAAAACg/QBFEMUx8zZE/s400/krugersdroop+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275570914365143218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Gauteng, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lentamente muore chi diventa schiavo dell’abitudine,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ripetendo ogni giorno gli stessi percorsi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non cambia la marca,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non rischia e cambia colore di vestiti,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non parla a chi non conosce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Muore lentamente chi evita una passione,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi preferisce il nero su bianco e i puntini sulle “i”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;piuttosto che un insieme di emozioni,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;proprio quelle che fanno brillare gli occhi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;quelle che fanno di uno sbadiglio un sorriso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;quelle che fanno battere il cuore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;davanti all’errore e ai sentimenti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lentamente muore chi non capovolge il tavolo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi è infelice sul lavoro, chi non rischia la certezza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;per l’incertezza per inseguire un sogno,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non si permette almeno una volta nella vita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;di fuggire ai consigli sensati.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lentamente muore chi non viaggia, chi non legge,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non ascolta musica, chi non trova grazia in se stesso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Muore lentamente chi distrugge l’amor proprio,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non si lascia aiutare, chi passa i giorni a lamentarsi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;della propria sfortuna o della pioggia incessante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lentamente muore chi abbandona un progetto prima di iniziarlo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non fa domande sugli argomenti che non conosce,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chi non risponde quando gli chiedono qualcosa che non conosce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Essere vivo richiede uno sforzo di gran lunga maggiore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;del semplice fatto di respirare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Soltanto l’ardente pazienza porterà al raggiungimento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;di una splendida felicità.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Pablo Neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaYQaqH8-I/AAAAAAAAACo/crjkkmwHDDc/s1600-h/June_2006_088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaYQaqH8-I/AAAAAAAAACo/crjkkmwHDDc/s400/June_2006_088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275571421312447458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pretoria, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-5488074751561367398?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/5488074751561367398/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=5488074751561367398' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5488074751561367398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/5488074751561367398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-alla-vita.html' title='Ode alla vita'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaXy6Id-LI/AAAAAAAAACg/QBFEMUx8zZE/s72-c/krugersdroop+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1503179114863598958</id><published>2008-12-03T15:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:15:11.237+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rischio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lohan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"La vita è comunque piena di rischi, perchè non correrli?"&lt;br /&gt;(Lindsay Lohan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaU_oYmKqI/AAAAAAAAACY/rWFyD8DGNFk/s1600-h/DSC02289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaU_oYmKqI/AAAAAAAAACY/rWFyD8DGNFk/s400/DSC02289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275567834404367010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Parapendio, Gauteng, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1503179114863598958?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1503179114863598958/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1503179114863598958' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1503179114863598958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1503179114863598958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-vita-comunque-piena-di-rischi-perch.html' title=''/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaU_oYmKqI/AAAAAAAAACY/rWFyD8DGNFk/s72-c/DSC02289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-1331623335851515333</id><published>2008-12-03T15:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:00:23.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilde'/><title type='text'>Protagonisti della propria vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaTACtweEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lbcow_sPjf0/s1600-h/August+19-2007+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaTACtweEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lbcow_sPjf0/s400/August+19-2007+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275565642449188930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Knysna, South Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Meglio essere protagonisti della propria tragedia che spettatori della propria vita."&lt;br /&gt;(O.Wilde)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-1331623335851515333?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/1331623335851515333/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=1331623335851515333' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1331623335851515333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/1331623335851515333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/meglio-essere-protagonisti-della.html' title='Protagonisti della propria vita'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaTACtweEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lbcow_sPjf0/s72-c/August+19-2007+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-781561080230019479</id><published>2008-12-03T14:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:39:43.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>Donna per il mondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;capace di rinascere nello spirito di ogni giorno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;senza paura del domani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;senza paura dell’oggi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;senza complessi del passato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;che non abbia paura di cambiare,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;che non cambi per cambiare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;che non parli per parlare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;capace di vivere insieme agli altri,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;di lavorare insieme agli altri,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;di piangere insieme agli altri,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;di gioire insieme agli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna coerente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;capace di andare contro corrente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;capace di amare contro corrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna cosciente della sua forza,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;della sua sensibilità&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;della sua femminilità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;che di questo né si vanti né si vergogni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si cerca per il mondo una donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;capace di servire il mondo col suo essere donna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quella donna puoi essere Tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STZzU7a5P6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_4WukMOIcjM/s1600-h/krugersdroop+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STZzU7a5P6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_4WukMOIcjM/s320/krugersdroop+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275530816896188322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-781561080230019479?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/781561080230019479/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=781561080230019479' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/781561080230019479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/781561080230019479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/donna-per-il-mondo.html' title='Donna per il mondo'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STZzU7a5P6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_4WukMOIcjM/s72-c/krugersdroop+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878694950185016929.post-2189061225718087731</id><published>2008-12-03T14:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:59:39.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volontà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>Passi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Un passo... ma un passo al giorno, ogni giorno, ti porta un pò più in là..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaJ76qoJGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HO9J9pu0F4w/s1600-h/mozambique+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaJ76qoJGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HO9J9pu0F4w/s400/mozambique+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275555675964449890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mozambico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878694950185016929-2189061225718087731?l=100per100life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/feeds/2189061225718087731/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3878694950185016929&amp;postID=2189061225718087731' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2189061225718087731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878694950185016929/posts/default/2189061225718087731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100per100life.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-passo.html' title='Passi....'/><author><name>Valeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967696611716010029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/S7jMh-RoujI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sxjyVKnCuQk/S220/DSCN1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wF3Smh_jTv8/STaJ76qoJGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HO9J9pu0F4w/s72-c/mozambique+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
