<?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-9020240960713676631</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:58:51.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meme's blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464196579356044234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/Sv27nLiOl2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5lMjSgurzsM/S220/smrdas.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-9020240960713676631.post-8742063976724403522</id><published>2009-11-22T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:58:05.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SCREAMIN' FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD;CAN YOU HEAR ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i50.tinypic.com/e7o3v7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 530px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/e7o3v7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i50.tinypic.com/e7o3v7.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fa così &lt;strong&gt;freddo&lt;/strong&gt; senza di te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Potrò mai guardarti negli occhi e dirti quel ti amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Potrò mai abbracciarti capendo cosa si prova ad avere il tuo piccolo corpo tra le braccia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non so più cosa voglio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non so più chi sono, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non so più cosa sarò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non ho più speranza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non ho più più forze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Voglio solo un pò di sollievo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;e ora non so neanche cosa me lo darebbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu porteresti via il mio dolore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu mi lascieresti guardare quel cielo da sola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu mi lascieresti annegare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non riesco a guardarmi allo specchio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;senza che gli occhi pizzichino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Forse sono malata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Forse sto troppo male perchè qualcuno lo capisca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ieri pensavo a come sarebbe sfogliare le foto del matrimonio di Simone e Gordon;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Una lacrima ha solcato il mio viso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Un'altra crepa ha fatto sanguinare il mio cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;La consapevolezza che tutto ciò non accadrà mai si è fatta strada in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non potrò mai abbracciartisussurrandoti un tenero "Ti Amo" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;e arrossire sentendomi ripetere le stesse parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Quelle parole che mi darebbero il paradiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non potrò mai essere in quel letto con te e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;guardarti dormire, accarezzandoti dolcemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non potrò mai viverti come una persona che ti ama meriterebbe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sarà per sempre tutto così:Io nel mio mondo e tu nel tuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;E quando capirai che tu sei quel mondo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lo stomaco mi si stringe, consapevole della risposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non succederà mai.E questa frase me la ripeterò sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Odio me stessa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;odio il mondo che mi circonda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;odio chi mi fa del male,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;odio sapere che domani sarò ancora qui, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;odio sapere che non ci sarà nessun sollievo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;odio sapere che la mia vita non è mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;E io...che cos'ho?Io ho te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ho paura e perchè nessuno lo capisce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Perchè NESSUNO sente quel dolore che ho nel petto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vorrei che la fine fosse davvero vicino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Solo questo pensiero mi fa sentire bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;No, stasera non ci sarà nessun " Ti Amo ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sta sera ci sarà solo quella frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;" Can you hear me ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti prego, Fallo&lt;/em&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/9020240960713676631-8742063976724403522?l=liebememe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/feeds/8742063976724403522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-screamin-from-top-of-worldcan-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/8742063976724403522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/8742063976724403522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-screamin-from-top-of-worldcan-you.html' title='I&apos;M SCREAMIN&apos; FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD;CAN YOU HEAR ME?'/><author><name>meme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464196579356044234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/Sv27nLiOl2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5lMjSgurzsM/S220/smrdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/e7o3v7_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020240960713676631.post-4702155992800674793</id><published>2009-11-18T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:55:58.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lived and I died for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Un mese fa pensavavo: "In un mese non si può amare una persona"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E invece ora ho la prova che non è così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ti amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Due paroline con un enorme significato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Per sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Due parole che io decido di dedicare a &lt;strong&gt;te&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ho sempre pensato che la vita fosse piena di cose negative ma tu...tu sei la prova che non è così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quello che mi stai facendo provare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i tuoi aiuti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;le tue risata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ogni tuoi più piccolo gesto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;la tua vita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;il tuo respiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;la tua esistenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Come farei senza queste cose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quando non ci sei mi manchi, ti penso e so che tu fai lo stesso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Può sembrare assurdo ma morirei se tu me lo chiedessi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sei tu, semplicemente tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Siamo noi, solo Noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meme &amp;amp; Viola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Senza maschere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;senza bugie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Solo Tanto, tanto amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Comprensione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amicizia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Solo io e te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E non c'è nulla di più perfetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TI AMO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020240960713676631-4702155992800674793?l=liebememe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/feeds/4702155992800674793/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-lived-and-i-died-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/4702155992800674793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/4702155992800674793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-lived-and-i-died-for-you.html' title='I have lived and I died for you'/><author><name>meme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464196579356044234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/Sv27nLiOl2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5lMjSgurzsM/S220/smrdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020240960713676631.post-1482884491808961922</id><published>2009-11-16T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:45:14.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need  your salvation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/SwFXB81IobI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ATZrtHw1dqM/s1600/Copia+di+SPM_A0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696718841782706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/SwFXB81IobI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ATZrtHw1dqM/s320/Copia+di+SPM_A0528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ormai tutte queste lacrime mi stanno facendo &lt;strong&gt;annegare&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ormai tutto questo dolore mi sta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mangiando&lt;/em&gt; viva&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;organo per organo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;sentimento per sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;giorno per giorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non riesco a &lt;em&gt;respirare&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non riesco a &lt;em&gt;sperare&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Non riesco a &lt;em&gt;vivere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;i sento così lontano amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei&lt;/strong&gt; così lontano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ppure in momenti come questi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ho bisogno di te più dell'ossigeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vorrei essere avvolta nelle tue braccia mentre piango,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;mentre qualcuno mi ferisce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;mentre il mio cuore si spezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;E sai cosa fa più male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tutto questo non ci sarà nè nel mio presente, nè nel mio futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;La vita è una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;e l'unica possibilità che ho è lontana da te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma che senso ha viverla se non ci sei tu&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ora come ora questa domanda potrebbe giungere al termine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fino a una settimana fa avrei sorriso e avrei detto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pensare di abbandonarti è &lt;strong&gt;assurdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;ma ora come ora la morte è la proposta più dolce ed allettante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ho 15 anni, sono piena di responsabilità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ho delle persone che cercano di controllare la mia vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;e se non faccio ciò che dicono la rovineranno totalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gli altri sembrano prenderla leggera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;ma non capiscono quanto io pianga per questo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gli assistenti sociali mi porteranno via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Come ce la farò?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;E quelle parole di oggi mi hanno fatta male,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;hanno aiutato la voragine che si sta aprendo nel petto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;ad aumentare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Avrei voluto davvero uccidermi per le sue parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Avrei voluto vedere il mio sangue sul pavimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Avrei voluvo vedere le promesse e gli psicologi spezzarsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Perchè tutti mi fanno tutto questo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Perchè non posso essere felice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vieni vicino a me amore...Portami un pò di salvezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ti amo Pollino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E nulla è più sicuro di ciò; Ti amo.&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/9020240960713676631-1482884491808961922?l=liebememe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/feeds/1482884491808961922/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-your-salvation.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/1482884491808961922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/1482884491808961922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-your-salvation.html' title='I need  your salvation.'/><author><name>meme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464196579356044234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/Sv27nLiOl2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5lMjSgurzsM/S220/smrdas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/SwFXB81IobI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ATZrtHw1dqM/s72-c/Copia+di+SPM_A0528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020240960713676631.post-8549177100785174456</id><published>2009-11-13T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:58:40.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me.About us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;E' difficile parlare di me, forse perchè continuo a cambiare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma cosa ci fa diventare diversi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quali azioni?Quali emozioni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cosa distrugge il nostro essere facendoci diventare altre persone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proprio il mondo ci fa questo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chi per la delusione, la rabbia, il dolore accumolati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chi per un'amore lontano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chi per un passato ingiusto che pressa sul futuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chi per un segreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In qualsiasi caso è sempre il dolore che ci mangia dall'interno, spingendoci a creare una barriera intorno a noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quand'è che il mondo smetterà di farci del male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Forse &lt;strong&gt;mai&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020240960713676631-8549177100785174456?l=liebememe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/feeds/8549177100785174456/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-meabout-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/8549177100785174456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020240960713676631/posts/default/8549177100785174456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liebememe.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-meabout-us.html' title='About me.About us.'/><author><name>meme.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464196579356044234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MboGb9pjsLc/Sv27nLiOl2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5lMjSgurzsM/S220/smrdas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
