<?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-34517402</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:54.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole e Musica</title><subtitle type='html'>"Musica, sovra ogni cosa..." 

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Verlaine)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-116016824496203226</id><published>2006-10-06T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:34:21.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tratto da: "Manuale del guerriero della luce"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Per il guerriero della luce non esiste amore impossibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Egli non si lascia intimidire dal silenzio, dall'indifferenza, o dal rifiuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Sa che, dietro la maschera di ghiaccio che usano gli uomini, c'è un cuore di fuoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Perciò il guerriero rischia più degli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Ricerca incessantemente l'amore di qualcuno, ancorchè ciò significhi udire spesso la parola "no",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  tornare a casa sconfitto, sentirsi rifiutato nel corpo e nell'anima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Un guerriero non si lascia spaventare quando insegue ciò di cui ha bisogno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Senza amore, egli non è nulla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  (Paulo Coelho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-116016824496203226?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/116016824496203226/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-116014662543446374</id><published>2006-10-06T16:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:57:05.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stop America" Richiesta da Michela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;STOP AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;Edoardo Bennato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Io ti avevo immaginata sempre ragazzina&lt;br /&gt;sempre attenta a non calpestare i fiori quando cammina&lt;br /&gt;enigmatica come Marylin in baby doll&lt;br /&gt;energetica come una dose di rock ‘n’ roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E improvvisamente tu mi appari – mi appari ora&lt;br /&gt;nelle vesti inconfondibili di una signora&lt;br /&gt;con l’aria di chi parla parla parla e a volte strilla&lt;br /&gt;coi capelli freschi di tintura alla camomilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop – Stop America&lt;br /&gt;non esagerare troppo con la severità&lt;br /&gt;la tua musica – se tu urli così forte più non si sentirà!….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a scuola tutto mi sembrava fermo all’ottocento&lt;br /&gt;quando uscivo io con te volavo via col vento&lt;br /&gt;con i suoni interplanetari di un juke-box&lt;br /&gt;coi colori della Twenty Century Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop – Stop America…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla radio Elvis canta “Blue suede shoes”&lt;br /&gt;e la scintilla parte da lì&lt;br /&gt;una chitarra conta sempre più di una spada&lt;br /&gt;anche se c’è chi non la pensa così…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da bambino il mio mondo era diviso in classi&lt;br /&gt;ed il ricco regalava al povero i panni smessi&lt;br /&gt;e mentre si scannavano a trovare una soluzione&lt;br /&gt;è arrivato il blue-jeans la vera rivoluzione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop –Stop America…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ci hai regalato il rock e la fantasia&lt;br /&gt;la tua musica - non potrà essere mai un valzer da vecchia zia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una volta mi sembravi un poco più colorata&lt;br /&gt;e una parte di colori li ho persi per strada&lt;br /&gt;ma non voglio approfondire troppo la questione&lt;br /&gt;perché quella che io sto cantando è una canzone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-116014662543446374?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/116014662543446374/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=116014662543446374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/116014662543446374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/116014662543446374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/10/stop-america-richiesta-da-michela.html' title='&quot;Stop America&quot; Richiesta da Michela'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115987957913037355</id><published>2006-10-03T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:00:44.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Parole..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando ho deciso il nome per questo blog “Parole e Musica”, non intendevo limitarmi a scrivere testi di canzone e traduzioni… Quel “Parole…” non è lì a caso…Io pensavo di scrivere articoli in cui riportare dei passi tratti dai miei libri preferiti!&lt;br /&gt;E poi, a mio parere, non c’è miglior abbinamento di quello tra Musica e Poesia, non trovate?!&lt;br /&gt;Questo da domani (forse anche da questa sera) sarà il mio obbiettivo… troverete soprattutto brani tratti dal “Manuale del guerriero del luce” perché, secondo me, è uno dei libri più belli e significativi che esistano…&lt;br /&gt;Quindi non posso che augurarvi buona lettura, nella speranza che tutto questo sia di vostro gradimento!!!&lt;br /&gt;Un bacio, Myriam.&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/34517402-115987957913037355?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115987957913037355/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115987957913037355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115987957913037355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115987957913037355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/10/parole.html' title='&quot;Parole...&quot;'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115972806076818879</id><published>2006-10-01T20:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:50:02.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ain't No Other Man" Richiesta da Michela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Artista: Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Titolo: Ain't No Other Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Titolo Tradotto: Non C'è Nessun Altro Uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Riuscivo a sentirlo fin dall'inizio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non sopportavamo di stare separati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;qualcosa di te ha catturato il mio sguardo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;qualcosa mi ha mosso da dentro, nel profondo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non so cosa hai fatto, ragazzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ma ce l'hai fatta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e da allora io sono stata adescata da te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;l'ho detto a mia madre, a mio fratello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;a mia sorella e ai miei amici &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;l'ho detto agli altri, ai miei amanti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sia del passato che del presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;gli ho detto che ogni volta che ti vedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;tutto inizia ad avere senso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;posso stare accanto a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sul pianeta che fa quel che fai tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sei il tipo di ragazzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;che una ragazza trova su una luna blu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai anima, classe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai stile, con il tuo sedere cattivello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo, è vero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo a parte te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non avrei mai pensato che sarei stata bene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;fino a che sei arrivato tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ed hai cambiato la mia vita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;quel che era nuvoloso adesso è chiaro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sei la luce di cui avevo bisogno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai quel che voglio, ragazzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e lo voglio quindi continua a lasciarti andare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;quindi dillo a tua madre, tuo fratello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;tua sorella e ai tuoi amici &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;dillo agli altri, alle tue amanti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;meglio che non siano del presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;perchè voglio che tutti sappiano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;che tu sei mio e di nessun'altra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;posso stare accanto a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sul pianeta che fa quel che fai tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sei il tipo di ragazzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;che una ragazza trova su una luna blu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai anima, classe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai stile, con il tuo sedere cattivello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo, è vero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo a parte te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;nessun altro, altro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;nessun altro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;tu sei lì quando io sono in confusione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;mi porti via da ogni stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;mi dai la forza, ragazzo sei il migliore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sei l'unico che abbia mai superato ogni test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;posso stare accanto a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sul pianeta che fa quel che fai tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sei il tipo di ragazzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;che una ragazza trova su una luna blu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai anima, classe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hai stile, con il tuo sedere cattivello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo, è vero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;non c'è nessun altro uomo a parte te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-115972806076818879?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115972806076818879/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115972806076818879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115972806076818879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115972806076818879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/10/aint-no-other-man-richiesta-da-michela_01.html' title='&quot;Ain&apos;t No Other Man&quot; Richiesta da Michela'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115972523970677434</id><published>2006-10-01T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:16:09.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...SCRIVETEMI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/1600/my.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/my.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ciao a tutti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Si è vero... è da poco che ho aperto questo blog... Ma non mi scrive mai nessuno!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dai non esitate con le richieste!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SCRIVETEMI!!!&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/34517402-115972523970677434?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115972523970677434/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115972523970677434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115972523970677434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115972523970677434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/10/scrivetemi.html' title='...SCRIVETEMI...'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115972399091629819</id><published>2006-10-01T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:35:31.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ironic"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Adoro cantare questa canzone!! Anche se il più delle volte non riesco come vorrei e stono, ma d'altronde è molto difficile!! Baci!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;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;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 "Well, isn't this nice."&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic ... don't you think&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;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 everthing blows up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;A traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like 10,000 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;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;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out&lt;br /&gt;Helping you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ironico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vecchietto compie novantotto anni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince la lotteria ma muore il giorno dopo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È come una mosca nera nel tuo chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È stato graziato del braccio della morte due minuti troppo tardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è ironico? Non pensi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È come la pioggia il giorno del tuo matrimonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È un passaggio gratis quando hai già pagato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È il buon consiglio che non hai preso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi non ci aveva mai pensato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Sicurezza aveva paura di volare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha fatto le valigie e baciato i suoi figli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveva aspettato tutta la sua vita per prendere quel volo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando il volo si è schiantato ha pensato “ perfetto “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non è ironico? Non pensi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È come pioggia il giorno del tuo matrimonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È un passaggio gratis quando hai già pagato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È il buon consiglio che non hai accettato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi non ci aveva mai pensato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vita ha un modo strano di sorprenderti alle spalle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pensi che tutto sià ok e tutto sta andando bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vita ha una strana maniera di aiutarci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensi che tutto stia andando male e tutto ti esplode in faccia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ingorgo di traffico quando sei già in ritardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’è il divieto di fumo quando hai deciso di accenderti una sigaretta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È come 10, 000 cucchiai quando hai bisogno di un coltello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È incontrare l’uomo dei miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E poi incontrare la sua bellissima moglie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è ironico? Non pensi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un pò troppo ironico, penso veramente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È come la pioggia il tuo giorno di matrimonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È un passaggio gratis quando hai già pagato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È il buon consiglio che non hai accetato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi non ci aveva mai pensato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh! La vita ha un modo strano di sorprenderti alle spalle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la vita ha uno strano modo di aiutarci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiutarci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-115972399091629819?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115972399091629819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115972399091629819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115972399091629819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115972399091629819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/10/ironic.html' title='&quot;Ironic&quot;'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115937307052263798</id><published>2006-09-27T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:55:12.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Jane - Richiesta da YUZA99</title><content type='html'>Come saprai, la traduzione è introvabile...&lt;br /&gt;Questo è il meglio che sono riuscita a fare con l'aiuto di mio fratello Luca (a lui gran parte del merito!!!).&lt;br /&gt;Spero tu sia soddisfatto!!!&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADY JANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting all alone, inside, today Jane.The other girls are home, we're playing a new game.The voice is very, very close, you like it that way,and we're feeling rather warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Seduto dentro tutto solo, oggi Jane.Le altre ragazze sono a casa, noi stiamo giocando un nuovo gioco.La voce è molto, molto vicina, ti piace così,e noi stiamo sentendo abbastanza caldo dentro.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Are you smiling or afraid?You can have it either way.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Stai sorridendo oppure sei impaurita?Tu puoi averlo in un altro modo.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jane your eyes are wide today,and the world is looking very strange, you must proclaim!It's quite a scary, scary ride we take, Lady Jane.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Signorina Jane i tuoi occhi oggi sono spalancati,e il mondo sta apparendo molto strano, devi proclamare!E' piuttosto spaventoso, prendiamo un sentiero pauroso, signorina Jane.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seemed very dark, but now it's bright,your clouds have gone away.Sensory perception peaking at this time,electric waves of sound are filling Janie's mind today&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ieri è stato piuttosto scuro, ma ora c'è luce,le tue nuvole si sono allontanate.Le percezioni dei sensi si innalzano adesso,le onde elettriche del suono stanno riempiendo la mente di Janie oggi&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;calling out to Janie as you drift away, "Don't be afraid,they're only your illusions anyway."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;stanno urlando a Janie come ti lasci trasportare via, "Non avere paura,sono soltanto le tue illusioni".&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jane your eyes are wide today,and we're sure you won't forget the thingsyou've seen today!It's quite a day to stay inside and playLady Jane&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Signorina Jane oggi i tuoi occhi sono spalancati,e siamo sicuri che non dimenticherete le coseche avete visto oggi!Oggi è un giorno tranquillo per star dentro e giocareSignorina Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-115937307052263798?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115937307052263798/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115937307052263798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115937307052263798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115937307052263798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/09/lady-jane-richiesta-da-yuza99.html' title='Lady Jane - Richiesta da YUZA99'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115868239673906087</id><published>2006-09-19T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:55:53.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bohemian Rhapsody"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;The Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is this the real life?&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy come, easy go&lt;br /&gt;A little high, little low&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really matter to me, to me&lt;br /&gt;Mama, just killed a man&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger, now he's dead&lt;br /&gt;Mama, life had just begun&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone and thrown it all away&lt;br /&gt;Mama,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not back again this time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;Too late, my time has come&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Body's aching all the time&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody - I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Mama, - (anyway the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the fandango&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo, Gallileo,&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo, Gallileo,&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo Figaro - magnifico&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;He's just a poor boy from a poor family&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go - will you let me go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go - let me go (never)&lt;br /&gt;Never let you go - let me go&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go - ooo&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no -&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby - can't do this to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah, ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Traduzione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E' questa la vita reale?&lt;br /&gt;E' solo fantasia questa?&lt;br /&gt;Preso in una frana&lt;br /&gt;Non c'è scampo dalla realtà&lt;br /&gt;Apri gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;Guarda in alto il cielo e vedrai&lt;br /&gt;Sono solo un povero ragazzo, non mi serve compassione&lt;br /&gt;Perché sono una veloce apparizione&lt;br /&gt;Un po' su, un po' giù,&lt;br /&gt;Comunque soffi il vento, a me non importa molto, a me,&lt;br /&gt;Madre, ho appena ucciso un uomo,&lt;br /&gt;Gli ho puntato la pistola sulla testa,&lt;br /&gt;E premuto il grilletto, ora è morto,&lt;br /&gt;Mamma, la vita era appena iniziata,&lt;br /&gt;Ma ora sono andato e l'ho buttata via&lt;br /&gt;Mamma,&lt;br /&gt;Non intendevo farti piangere&lt;br /&gt;Se domani a quest'ora non sono tornato&lt;br /&gt;Vai avanti, vai avanti come niente fosse&lt;br /&gt;Troppo tardi, è arrivato il mio momento,&lt;br /&gt;Mi fa rabbrividire fin nella spina dorsale&lt;br /&gt;Il corpo mi duole per tutto il tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ciao a tutti - devo andare&lt;br /&gt;Devo lasciarvi e affrontare la verità&lt;br /&gt;Mamma,&lt;br /&gt;Non voglio morire&lt;br /&gt;A volte desidero non essere mai nato&lt;br /&gt;Vedo la piccola sagoma di un uomo&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche, Scaramouche vuoi ballare il Fandango?&lt;br /&gt;Fulmine e lampo - mi spaventano moltissimo&lt;br /&gt;Galileo, Galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo, Galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo, figaro - Magnifico&lt;br /&gt;Ma sono solo un povero ragazzo e nessuno mi ama&lt;br /&gt;E' solo un povero ragazzo di famiglia povera&lt;br /&gt;Risparmiategli la vita da questa mostruosità&lt;br /&gt;Veloce apparizione, volete lasciarmi andare?&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No, non ti lasceremo andare - lasciatelo andare&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! Non ti lasceremo andare - lasciatelo andare&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! Non ti lasceremo andare - lasciatelo andare&lt;br /&gt;Non ti lasceremo andare - lasciatemi andare&lt;br /&gt;Non ti lasceremo andare - lasciatemi andare&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Mamma mia, mamma mia - mamma mia lasciami andare&lt;br /&gt;Belzeb&lt;br /&gt;ù ha messo da parte un diavolo per me, per me, per me&lt;br /&gt;Così pensate di potermi lapidare e sputarmi in un occhio&lt;br /&gt;Così pensi di potermi amare e lasciare morire&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby - non puoi farmi questo baby&lt;br /&gt;Devo solo uscire - devo solo uscire da questo posto&lt;br /&gt;Niente è davvero importante,&lt;br /&gt;Chiunque può capirlo,&lt;br /&gt;Niente è davvero importante, niente m'importa davvero,&lt;br /&gt;Comunque soffi il vento…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-115868239673906087?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115868239673906087/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115868239673906087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115868239673906087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115868239673906087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/09/bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='&quot;Bohemian Rhapsody&quot;'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115860278886993891</id><published>2006-09-18T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:22:38.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nothing else matters"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/1600/Metallica.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/200/Metallica.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they say&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for games they play&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;No nothing else matters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così vicino non importa quanto lontano&lt;br /&gt;non può essere molto più che dal cuore&lt;br /&gt;per sempre crediamo in chi siamo&lt;br /&gt;e nient'altro importa&lt;br /&gt;non mi sono mai aperto in questo modo&lt;br /&gt;la vita è nostra, la viviamo a modo nostro&lt;br /&gt;tutte queste parole non le dico solo&lt;br /&gt;e nient'altro importa&lt;br /&gt;cerco fiducia e la trovo in te&lt;br /&gt;ogni giorno per noi qualcosa di nuovo&lt;br /&gt;apri la mente per una prospettiva diversa&lt;br /&gt;e nient'altro importa&lt;br /&gt;mai preoccuparsi per quello che fanno&lt;br /&gt;mai preoccuparsi per quello che sanno&lt;br /&gt;ma io so&lt;br /&gt;Così vicino non importa quanto lontano&lt;br /&gt;non può essere molto più dal cuore&lt;br /&gt;per sempre crediamo in chi siamo&lt;br /&gt;e nient'altro importa&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/34517402-115860278886993891?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115860278886993891/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115860278886993891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115860278886993891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115860278886993891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-else-matters.html' title='&quot;Nothing else matters&quot;'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115857330884312596</id><published>2006-09-18T11:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:04:28.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le vostre richieste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volevo informarvi che sarà accettata qualsiasi tipo di richiesta su:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Testi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Traduzione testi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Discografie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e tanto altro sul gruppo e/o cantante che preferite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quindi non esitate... Sono qui per voi!&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/34517402-115857330884312596?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115857330884312596/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115857330884312596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115857330884312596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115857330884312596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/09/le-vostre-richieste.html' title='Le vostre richieste...'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115841764119080750</id><published>2006-09-16T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:19:43.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meravigliosa Creatura"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Il mio primo articolo è sulla canzone "Meravigliosa Creatura" della mitica Gianna Nannini!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ovviamente devo dedicare la canzone al mio amore... ANDREA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E' sottointeso che voglia in cambio un suo commento!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Voi che ne pensate di quest'artista?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artista: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gianna Nannini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dispetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Titolo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meravigliosa Creatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Molti mari e fiumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraverserò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro la tua terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi ritroverai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turbini e tempeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io cavalcherò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volerò tra i fulmini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per averti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura sei sola al mondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole mi bruciano in mezzo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amore è vita meravigliosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luce dei miei occhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilla su di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglio mille lune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per accarezzarti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pendo dai tuoi sogni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veglio su di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non svegliarti non svegliarti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non svegliarti .... ancora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura sei sola al mondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole mi tremano le parole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amore è vita meravigliosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura un bacio lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all'improvviso tu scendi nel paradiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muoio d'amore meraviglioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole mi bruciano in mezzo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amore è vita meravigliosa&lt;br /&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/34517402-115841764119080750?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115841764119080750/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115841764119080750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115841764119080750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115841764119080750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/09/meravigliosa-creatura.html' title='&quot;Meravigliosa Creatura&quot;'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34517402.post-115841172608618516</id><published>2006-09-16T15:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:02:39.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primo post</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/1600/fotom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao a tutti, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;questo è il mio primo post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Il mio blog "Parole&amp;amp;Musica" è aperto a chiunque voglia intervenire con articoli su canzoni, testi e altro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spero sia di vostro gradimento!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Myriam -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34517402-115841172608618516?l=myriam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115841172608618516/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34517402&amp;postID=115841172608618516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115841172608618516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34517402/posts/default/115841172608618516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriam84.blogspot.com/2006/09/primo-post.html' title='Primo post'/><author><name>Myriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15043858923824446684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7402/3804/320/fotom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
