<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935928344606521551</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:28:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sea is the sky seen from above</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Driade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993138176965179675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_APaNn1Bb3UQ/SAeV2SVZBVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ObDk--a3F7M/S220/y1pcPtoe8P2bRnbjt87i8rza36P6Uv3odTO_3DUuTCns03J-W6sk-q1wSi229elUQlI63QGobISQpQ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935928344606521551.post-2826165217125770934</id><published>2008-05-04T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:28:29.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un dono: La vita</title><content type='html'>la vita ?...&lt;br /&gt;E' quel lasso di tempo che intercorre&lt;br /&gt;tra il primo urlo di gioia alla vita,&lt;br /&gt;il primo sguardo al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;il primo bacio ricevuto,&lt;br /&gt;le prime carezze..&lt;br /&gt;a quell'ultimo respiro di aria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel mezzo cè&lt;br /&gt;felicità.... ma  ..tristezza&lt;br /&gt;soddisfazione... ma ... delusione&lt;br /&gt;sorrisi.. ma ...pianti&lt;br /&gt;voglia di vivere... ma.. voglia di morire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia è una vita vissuta per un quarto..&lt;br /&gt;ho tanto da vivere..&lt;br /&gt;ho tanta voglia di scoprire il mondo..&lt;br /&gt;ho tanta voglia di donare al mondo il mio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;ho tanta voglia di avere un lavoro, una famiglia, una bimba..&lt;br /&gt;sono sicura che la vita mi darà tutto questo&lt;br /&gt;a tempo debito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per ora ho avuto solo molte delusioni&lt;br /&gt;.. ma la vita non è solo felicità.&lt;br /&gt;Sono del parere.. che&lt;br /&gt;"le delusioni ti incitano a rialzarti e ricominciare da dove hai perso l'ultima volta".&lt;div 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vita'/><author><name>Driade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993138176965179675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_APaNn1Bb3UQ/SAeV2SVZBVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ObDk--a3F7M/S220/y1pcPtoe8P2bRnbjt87i8rza36P6Uv3odTO_3DUuTCns03J-W6sk-q1wSi229elUQlI63QGobISQpQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935928344606521551.post-5666427554821537028</id><published>2008-04-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:36:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tramonto d'oro</title><content type='html'>anima vagante&lt;br /&gt;a te rivolgo il mio pensiero,&lt;br /&gt;te che hai vissuto&lt;br /&gt;con me.&lt;br /&gt;Sento il tuo dolce pensiero in me&lt;br /&gt;tu che così giovane&lt;br /&gt;così forte ..&lt;br /&gt;sei volato.&lt;br /&gt;Lì.. dove cè l'amore vero&lt;br /&gt;la famiglia vera,&lt;br /&gt;e l'amicizia sincera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai lasciato .. un'impronta&lt;br /&gt;forte, come&lt;br /&gt;il sole che scaldando&lt;br /&gt;gli scogli in riva al mare,&lt;br /&gt;quel mare che tanto ti piaceva,&lt;br /&gt;li fa ardere.&lt;br /&gt;Quel sole così candido,&lt;br /&gt;come quando al mattino sorge&lt;br /&gt;infonde tanta voglia di vivere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei come quel sole.&lt;br /&gt;Hai lasciato tanto dentro di te,&lt;br /&gt;non pentirtene,&lt;br /&gt;cè chi ti ricorderà per quello&lt;br /&gt;che sei stato e che hai trasmesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma io sono tranquilla,&lt;br /&gt;so che un giorno&lt;br /&gt;anche noi, ora che siamo come il sole anche noi,&lt;br /&gt;forti, abili&lt;br /&gt;tramonteremo..&lt;br /&gt;e che come te&lt;br /&gt;non lasceremo un semplice tramonto,&lt;br /&gt;ma..&lt;br /&gt;un tramonto d'oro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935928344606521551-5666427554821537028?l=driade89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/feeds/5666427554821537028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935928344606521551&amp;postID=5666427554821537028' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default/5666427554821537028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default/5666427554821537028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/2008/04/tramonto-doro.html' title='Tramonto d&apos;oro'/><author><name>Driade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993138176965179675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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l'interruttore,&lt;br /&gt;mi abbraccio il mio destino..&lt;br /&gt;decidendo di perdere tutto,&lt;br /&gt;e nel mentre.. penso..&lt;br /&gt;non voglio restare sola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striscio le mie mani sul muro&lt;br /&gt;alla ricerca di quella luce,&lt;br /&gt;il mio spiraglio .. da cui intravedo la vita&lt;br /&gt;.. "non lo trovo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"è finita"... penso&lt;br /&gt;e proprio mentre sto quasi x abbandonarmi&lt;br /&gt;la trovo..&lt;br /&gt;apro gli occhi e ..&lt;br /&gt;eccomi ... che volo ma&lt;br /&gt;in picchiata!&lt;br /&gt;mi ero lasciata andare&lt;br /&gt;ora basta&lt;br /&gt;"voglio vivere!"&lt;br /&gt;.. e le mie ali tornano a battere&lt;br /&gt;forti più che mai&lt;br /&gt;.... e la mia vita&lt;br /&gt;rimette al suo posto&lt;br /&gt;quella piega che aveva preso&lt;br /&gt;.. ed io mi perdo&lt;br /&gt;in questo morbido vento,&lt;br /&gt;mentre sento la mia anima vagare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Driade-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935928344606521551-2297543726738549103?l=driade89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/feeds/2297543726738549103/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935928344606521551&amp;postID=2297543726738549103' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default/2297543726738549103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default/2297543726738549103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/2008/04/momenti-tristi.html' title='Momenti tristi'/><author><name>Driade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993138176965179675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_APaNn1Bb3UQ/SAeV2SVZBVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ObDk--a3F7M/S220/y1pcPtoe8P2bRnbjt87i8rza36P6Uv3odTO_3DUuTCns03J-W6sk-q1wSi229elUQlI63QGobISQpQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935928344606521551.post-7537094792566838974</id><published>2008-04-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:16:11.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>io..</title><content type='html'>......... stop&lt;br /&gt;........... writing&lt;br /&gt;...............home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935928344606521551-7537094792566838974?l=driade89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/feeds/7537094792566838974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935928344606521551&amp;postID=7537094792566838974' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default/7537094792566838974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935928344606521551/posts/default/7537094792566838974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driade89.blogspot.com/2008/04/io.html' title='io..'/><author><name>Driade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993138176965179675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_APaNn1Bb3UQ/SAeV2SVZBVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ObDk--a3F7M/S220/y1pcPtoe8P2bRnbjt87i8rza36P6Uv3odTO_3DUuTCns03J-W6sk-q1wSi229elUQlI63QGobISQpQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
