<?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-20922816</id><updated>2011-11-15T09:32:46.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangecrosses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-5984385855553410889</id><published>2008-11-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:58:47.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ci sono ancora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/SSwurkPYq2I/AAAAAAAAACk/NSGkdHL7Hnk/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/SSwurkPYq2I/AAAAAAAAACk/NSGkdHL7Hnk/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272640589741468514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo quasi un anno torno a scrivere sul mio blog. Di sicuro sono una persona diversa ora, di acqua sotto i ponti ne è passata tanta, ma tanta,tanta,tanta....chi mi conosce lo sa.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo tutti questi eventi mi sento più duro, più puro, più vero, come un legno che col tempo si leviga e si annerisce ma è sempre più resistente.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo aver vagato per un pò in giro per l'Europa, tra lezioni di italiano, amori, concerti e perdite di tempo...adesso mi trovo sbattuto in Provenza, ad Orange (?) Che strana esistenza,la mia.&lt;br /&gt;Mi circondano, formaggi, vini, lavanda e baguettes.&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono ancora, più duro, più puro, più vero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delucone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-5984385855553410889?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/5984385855553410889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=5984385855553410889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/5984385855553410889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/5984385855553410889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2008/11/ci-sono-ancora.html' title='Ci sono ancora'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/SSwurkPYq2I/AAAAAAAAACk/NSGkdHL7Hnk/s72-c/IMG_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-7384854205822448914</id><published>2007-11-29T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T04:07:18.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nero Perugina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R06rBPtNrXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6AST8NYzNSg/s1600-h/rudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138232262760705394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R06rBPtNrXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6AST8NYzNSg/s400/rudy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R06q4_tNrVI/AAAAAAAAABs/TjdQzaQefXg/s1600-h/meredith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138232121026784594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R06q4_tNrVI/AAAAAAAAABs/TjdQzaQefXg/s400/meredith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138232189746261346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R06q8_tNrWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y9x1BlC9-Wc/s400/patrock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/20922816-7384854205822448914?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/7384854205822448914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=7384854205822448914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/7384854205822448914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/7384854205822448914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2007/11/nero-perugina.html' title='Nero Perugina'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R06rBPtNrXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6AST8NYzNSg/s72-c/rudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-9065725413674293300</id><published>2007-11-23T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:59:52.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demodè</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R0bqaftNrUI/AAAAAAAAABk/oTyXJBFxkDM/s1600-h/IMGP6515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136050165971266882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R0bqaftNrUI/AAAAAAAAABk/oTyXJBFxkDM/s400/IMGP6515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una delle cose che mi piace della Polonia è che ci posso trovare ambienti, situazioni e oggetti che qui in Italia sembrano ormai scomparsi o dimenticati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabato scorso sono andato a Lodz (location dell'ultimo film di Lynch) al cinema, fin qui tutto normale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appena entrati però subito l'atmosfera mi ha catturato, la sala si chiama Kino cytryna (cinema limone) , tutto lì è completamente giallo e a luci soffuse, prima del film ti servono del tè o del caffè in una piccola saletta antistante la sala proiezioni che è una, piccola e con quei bei sedili di legno affilati uno ad uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si trasmette solo cinema di qualità (ricordo che la scuola polacca di registi è molto ben nutrita) ,&lt;br /&gt;ho visto la stanzetta del cinematografo con un vecchietto che alle prime battute del film cercava di metter a fuoco la pellicola regolandosi coi titoli di apertura. Stavo vivendo un film nel film, improvvisamente mi son ricordato di quando ero bambino e mia madre mi portava al cinema a vedere i film di Celentano o Paolo Villaggio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per la cronaca ho visto un film stupendo: IRINA PALM, con una stupenda Marianne Faithfull (in questi giorni madrina del Torino Film Festival) , una pellicola davvero fine e delicata anche se tratta temi scabrosi per la morale "comune".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho riso, ho pianto, ho ricordato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A volte il senso di un viaggio lo trovi anche in un cinemino di periferia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-9065725413674293300?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/9065725413674293300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=9065725413674293300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/9065725413674293300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/9065725413674293300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2007/11/demod.html' title='Demodè'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/R0bqaftNrUI/AAAAAAAAABk/oTyXJBFxkDM/s72-c/IMGP6515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-3547663631637971570</id><published>2007-11-02T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:17:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addio Dogui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Ryr4ok17OyI/AAAAAAAAABc/d2waYYP2WVQ/s1600-h/zampetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128184501683043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Ryr4ok17OyI/AAAAAAAAABc/d2waYYP2WVQ/s400/zampetti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ciao Guido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="24 luglio" href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_luglio"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24/07/1934 - 28/10/2007&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/20922816-3547663631637971570?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/3547663631637971570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=3547663631637971570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/3547663631637971570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/3547663631637971570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2007/11/addio-dogui.html' title='Addio Dogui'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Ryr4ok17OyI/AAAAAAAAABc/d2waYYP2WVQ/s72-c/zampetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-7251457583520227179</id><published>2007-10-19T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T03:34:21.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PITTRICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/RxiHEl_PezI/AAAAAAAAABM/0UAR-_pEYpM/s1600-h/passato_presente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122993089120533298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/RxiHEl_PezI/AAAAAAAAABM/0UAR-_pEYpM/s400/passato_presente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amava disegnare volti,&lt;br /&gt;tanti volti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come se in una sola persona ci vedesse tante facce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visi che si intrecciano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come le favole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contenute nei suoi occhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quelle piccole linee curve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparentemente senza senso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acquistavano coerenza illuminate dal suo sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quel sorriso mai esplicito sulla tela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e che invita a riflettere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ora la vedo darsi col cuore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si immerge nel colore, si dimena con le idee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tra un nudo ed un occhio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ad occhio nudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;è un vortice di passione&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lei contro il pennello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il pennello contro di lei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caleidoscopiche sensazioni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo spazio, il tempo si annullano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rimane lei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;l'arte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la bellezza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-7251457583520227179?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/7251457583520227179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=7251457583520227179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/7251457583520227179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/7251457583520227179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2007/10/pittrice.html' title='PITTRICE'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/RxiHEl_PezI/AAAAAAAAABM/0UAR-_pEYpM/s72-c/passato_presente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-6540286638170361288</id><published>2007-08-24T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:54:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il giorno che vai via</title><content type='html'>il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non esiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ricomincia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cambia il tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha un sapore strano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imparo a conoscermi un pò di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu non sei tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il giorno che te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io non sono io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102325425624616562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Rs8Z8PrMjnI/AAAAAAAAABE/JQh1sPaifdU/s400/732803_partenza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bubi bubi&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/20922816-6540286638170361288?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/6540286638170361288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=6540286638170361288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/6540286638170361288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/6540286638170361288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2007/08/il-giorno-che-vai-via.html' title='Il giorno che vai via'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Rs8Z8PrMjnI/AAAAAAAAABE/JQh1sPaifdU/s72-c/732803_partenza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-1537003889527235476</id><published>2007-07-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:55:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotolando con le emozioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beh, cosa dire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dopo più di 1 anno torno a scrivere sul mio blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deve essere successo qualcosa veramente degno di nota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' successo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho vissuto una di quelle emozioni che non ti scordi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Che non puoi raccontare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando ti lasci con una ragazza, soffri, ma dentro di te sai che ce ne sarà un'altra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando finisce un viaggio, soffri, ma dentro di te sai che ce ne sarà un'altro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando è finito questo concerto, sapevo che non ce ne sarebbe stato un'altro, così.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho visto gli Stones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immensi, travolgenti, senza età.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Troppe parole non spiegherebbero mai quello che è stato, lascio continuare il discorso alle immagini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088255598408922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Rp0dgg2OdAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bwjSyHtsiY4/s400/keith+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088255972071076882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Rp0d2Q2OdBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9XlL21WPRh4/s400/mick9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088256225474147362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Rp0eFA2OdCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hbGa8MWN-lQ/s400/stones7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/20922816-1537003889527235476?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/1537003889527235476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=1537003889527235476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/1537003889527235476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/1537003889527235476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2007/07/rotolando-con-le-emozioni.html' title='Rotolando con le emozioni'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2haDmZYLzzQ/Rp0dgg2OdAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bwjSyHtsiY4/s72-c/keith+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-114786918398330082</id><published>2006-05-17T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:33:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma quant'è rock'n roll stò governo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/bersani_pier_luigi--200x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/bersani_pier_luigi--200x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse non tutti sanno che Romano Prodi, il nuovo presidente del consiglio, ha condiviso gli anni dell'Università, credo a Londra o comunque nei pressi della capitale inglese, con un certo Mick Jagger. Ve li immaginate sti due a scambiarsi fotocopie o a passeggiare nei campus con pile di libri discutendo del prossimo appello?&lt;br /&gt;Ma la notizia che mi ha davvero sconvolto è questa: stavo cercando delle informazioni sui membri del nuovo governo, quando mi sono imbattuto su questa grande notizia, cito testualmente uno stralcio dell'articolo sul sito &lt;a href="http://www.adnkronos.com"&gt;www.adnkronos.com&lt;/a&gt; , riguardante il nuovo ministro delle Attività Produttive, Pier Luigi Bersani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dal gennaio al luglio del 1995 ricopre l'incarico di Presidente di turno della Conferenza dei Presidenti delle Regioni e delle Province Autonome. Poi, nel '96, arriva l'incarico di governo: da ''fatalista'' convinto, Bersani racconta che la sera in cui a Roma si decideva il suo destino da ministro lui era a Bologna ad ascoltare gli AC/DC. Il 18 maggio inizia il mandato come titolare dell'Industria e lega il suo nome a quella conosciuta appunto come 'legge Bersani' (n.266 del '97), un complesso di norme volte al rilancio economico di diversi settori produttivi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non credevo ai miei occhi, che mito che dev'essere Bersani. Lui a spaccarsi le orecchie con le chitarre dei fratelli Young e tutti gli altri a tirare la giacchetta a Prodi per avere un ministero.&lt;br /&gt;Magari il grande Pier Luigi ieri sera, prima delle nomine, era a casa sua a pogare con i Van Halen a palla in camera sua.&lt;br /&gt;Devo dire che a parte la stima che nutro per "il Professore" , ci vorrebbe un pò più di sano e vecchi rock'n roll in Parlamento per dare una sferzata di giovinezza e durezza.&lt;br /&gt;A Pier Luigi, Romano e tutti i membri del governo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR THOSE ABOUT TO POLITICS, WE SALUTE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-114786918398330082?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/114786918398330082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=114786918398330082' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114786918398330082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114786918398330082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/05/ma-quant-rockn-roll-st-governo.html' title='Ma quant&apos;è rock&apos;n roll stò governo?'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-114414849809306307</id><published>2006-04-04T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T04:08:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiconi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[61].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/400/images%5B61%5D.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/Senza%20nome.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il gruppo di "amiconi" è una collettività compatta,che esercita un controllo totale sui suoi membri, come un villaggio, come una tribù. Esclude le esperienze che possono sedurre il singolo e cambiarlo. Esclude altre amicizie al di fuori della collettività. E' un nucleo totalitario, geloso, punitivo. Questa collettività teme, soprattutto, la sfida di una nuova collettività nascente: ha paura dell'innamoramento che la incrinerebbe. Il gruppo di "amiconi", è , perciò, la negazione più totale dell'amicizia creativa. Esso cerca di prolungare la sua esistenza schiacciando gli individui che gli si ribellano. Alla fine si dissolve per il tradimento di uno dei suoi membri. Ad uno ad uno costoro se ne vanno, di soppiatto. O perchè si sposano, o perchè trovano un lavoro, o perchè cambiano città o, semplicemente perchè sentono il bisogno di riacquistare un pò della loro individualità.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-114414849809306307?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/114414849809306307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=114414849809306307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114414849809306307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114414849809306307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/04/amiconi.html' title='Amiconi'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-114355281119115599</id><published>2006-03-28T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:20:31.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decesso per Eccesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[17].2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[17].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ubriacarsi,drogarsi,scopare il più possibile,viaggiare,dormire per strada,essere sporchi,sfiorare la morte. Bisogna davvero tirare la corda fino al massimo per dire di aver veramente vissuto?&lt;br /&gt;C'é bisogno di vedere dove il nostro corpo può arrivare per dire :"Ho vissuto al massimo?"&lt;br /&gt;Ok la morte,il diavolo,il rock'n'roll hanno sempre avuto il loro fascino,ma chi si sta a casa con la propria moglie, i figli, un buon lavoro e in generale vive una vita serena,perchè questa persona non può dire :"Io vivo al massimo"?&lt;br /&gt;Karol Wojtyla,Einstein,Martin Luther King hanno avuto una vita mediocre? Eppure non sono nulla rispetto ai Rolling Stones, George Best o addirittura Vasco Rossi!!!! Eh si ,loro si hanno vissuto al massimo!&lt;br /&gt;Forse mi sto facendo grande e mi sta cambiando la morale ,ma certe contraddizioni mi danno da pensare, toccare la morte per dimostrare che si vive,chi va veloce vive,chi è lento non vive.&lt;br /&gt;Penso che prima o poi andremo tutti insieme in qualche dove,perchè preoccuparsi del modo in cui farlo?Credo che ogni vita sia in fondo vissuta al massimo,&lt;br /&gt;Credo che solo chi vive possa dire :"Io ho vissuto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accettati commenti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-114355281119115599?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/114355281119115599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=114355281119115599' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114355281119115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114355281119115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/03/decesso-per-eccesso.html' title='Decesso per Eccesso'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-114217195272047391</id><published>2006-03-12T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:59:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo tutto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[60].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/images%5B60%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assaggiai le calde acque dell'Atlantico estivo&lt;br /&gt;camminai sui ghiacci del baltico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pavimenti di stazione mi fecero da letto&lt;br /&gt;candide lenzuola vegliarono il mio sonno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crampi della fame&lt;br /&gt;esplosioni di vomito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provai l'ebrezza del migliore&lt;br /&gt;caddi nel baratro del fallimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui tutto,fui niente&lt;br /&gt;sono bianco,sono nero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-114217195272047391?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/114217195272047391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=114217195272047391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114217195272047391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114217195272047391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/03/solo-tutto.html' title='Solo tutto'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-114001391194090876</id><published>2006-02-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:00:06.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo strano gusto retrò della tecnologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[9].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/400/images%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa facciamo le prime volte che abbiamo davanti un bel pc con internet (e magari una bella adsl)? Visitiamo siti,ci guardiamo due culi,della bella e sana masturbazione,vediamo luoghi lontani e vediamo quanto costano i biglietti aerei low-cost con scalo a Bellinzona;poi in un secondo tempo&lt;br /&gt;arriva il momento del DOWNLOAD!&lt;br /&gt;Tutto è pronto,un bel programmino per scaricare e davanti tutta la tastiera per digitare qualsiasi cosa ci venga in mente di vedere,ascoltare o leggere;Il paese dei balocchi,ci si sente come in quel vecchio sogno da bambino quando volevamo restar chiusi dentro a un supermarket e abusare di tutto ciò che nella vita di tutti i giorni (reale) ci era precluso.&lt;br /&gt;Guardacaso però le reazioni a tutto ciò sono soprattutto due:la prima è che si è a corto di idee,la mente ,fino ad allora arrapata e col magazzino pieno di download,in fronte al monitor all'improvviso si svuota;la seconda è iniziare ad andare a ritroso,è proprio su questo punto che mi voglio soffermare.Il nostro cervello parte con una ricerca all'indietro cercando di ricordare vecchie canzoni,sigle,attori di una volta,eventi memorabili etc etc etc......&lt;br /&gt;Insomma cerchiamo di tornare bambini,come in quei sogni dentro al supermercato,è come se da adulti non avessimo fantasia(forse è la verità) e come se bisognasse tornar bambini per usare il mezzo più all'avanguardia del nostro tempo.Questa contraddizione mi fa davvero pensare:"TORNARE INDIETRO PER PROIETTARSI NEL FUTURO".&lt;br /&gt;Aggiungo poi che questo meccanismo sta dando vita al fenomeno del riciclaggio multimediale,al cinema possiamo osservare Er Monnezza con la faccia di Amendola(a chi Papà!!!) oppure Abbatantuono senza frattone che recita di nuovo in Eccezziunale ....impazzano i DVD trash,Lino Banfi sembra erigersi a mito generazionale e insomma sapete di cosa parlo.&lt;br /&gt;La tv ricicla grassi,vecchi e tinti vip e li mette nelle isole,nelle case,nelle fattorie.&lt;br /&gt;Io non ce la faccio più,e soprattutto è davvero difficile sfuggire a tutto ciò,l'unica consolazione è che dopo tanti anni finalmente capisco cosa volevano dire gli uomini che si buttavano nel tritacarne dei Pink Floyd e ho capito che siamo noi a mangiarci quella carne macinata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-114001391194090876?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/114001391194090876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=114001391194090876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114001391194090876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/114001391194090876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/02/lo-strano-gusto-retr-della-tecnologia.html' title='Lo strano gusto retrò della tecnologia'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113952366286699580</id><published>2006-02-09T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T07:33:22.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME FRIENDS part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/Komunia%20i%20Tallin%20z%20Marcinem%20166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/Komunia%20i%20Tallin%20z%20Marcinem%20166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La piccola Pat, thanks to gave direction to my life&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/carla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carletta "la pazza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/claudia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/claudia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/gigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/gigi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gianluigi "mono" of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/guido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/guido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guido "dj drive" Royale &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/20922816-113952366286699580?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113952366286699580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113952366286699580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113952366286699580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113952366286699580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-friends-part-2.html' title='SOME FRIENDS part 2'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113838309567284461</id><published>2006-01-27T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:31:35.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ermeth begins all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/IMGP0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/IMGP0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside,the clouds are grey, everything is perfect to forget the past and try to stand on your feet again.Ermeth looks inside himself and find out that all is perfect inside there's no remorse and everything what he has done was good.Never mind if someone didn't understand it.He thinks about the past and smile slightly,was funny and instructive.But still he doesn't find his fault,why she had to go,nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;And in moments like this is always useful to think that life is a river,everything comes and goes.Life is just a game,Ermeth has to learn how to play or maybe the others have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Radio plays Rolling stones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never say where she came from&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday don't matter when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;No one knows She comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you?&lt;br /&gt;When you change with every new day&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm gonna miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't question why she needs to be so free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She'll tell you it's the only way to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She just can't be chained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To a life where nothing's gained And nothing's lost &lt;/span&gt;At such a cost&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to lose,&lt;br /&gt;I heard her say Catch your dreams before they slip away&lt;br /&gt;Dying all the time Lose your dreams And you will lose your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life unkind?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Who could hang a name on you?&lt;br /&gt;When you smile with every new day&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm gonna miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113838309567284461?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113838309567284461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113838309567284461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113838309567284461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113838309567284461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/ermeth-begins-all-over-again.html' title='Ermeth begins all over again'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113828220534171692</id><published>2006-01-26T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T05:30:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks Japy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/recenti%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/200/recenti%20077.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life most of all because of the strange meeting and the variety of persons you know.&lt;br /&gt;This year the destiny gave to me ,among the others, one little big man to whom I am teaching subjects and ,above all, I am learning life.Thanks Japy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113828220534171692?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113828220534171692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113828220534171692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113828220534171692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113828220534171692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-japy.html' title='thanks Japy'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113810602550747046</id><published>2006-01-24T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:33:45.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangecrosses music section</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[69].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/images%5B69%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of music maybe is that it accept everything,is an open field,where nothing is excluded.During the years we have seen how it changed and how always new elements compose it.The song of today is "The lumberjack" performed by JACKYL, an hardrock/blues hit really strong and raw with an unforgettable "chainsaw solo!!!!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;For the moments of power and before face an hard day,play it loud please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La bellezza della musica forse è che essa accetta di tutto,è un campo aperto,dove nulla è escluso.Durante gli anni abbiamo visto come essa sia cambiata e come sempre nuovi elementi la compongono.La canzone di oggi è "The lumberjack"(il taglialegna) suonata dai JACKYL,una hit rock/blues daveero forte e grezza con un indimenticabile assolo di motosega!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;Per i momenti di potenza e prima di affrontare una dura giornata,ascoltatela al massimo volume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DELU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113810602550747046?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113810602550747046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113810602550747046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113810602550747046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113810602550747046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/strangecrosses-music-section_24.html' title='strangecrosses music section'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113792630308431452</id><published>2006-01-22T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:38:23.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope never dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/natale%20in%20polonia,berlino%20250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/natale%20in%20polonia%2Cberlino%20250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERLIN 2006&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the demonstration of how everything can change,of how we have to believe in a better future and put in it every our hopes,because everything can happen in life,always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa foto è la dimostrazione di come tutto può cambiare,di come dobbiamo credere in un futuro migliore e riporre in esso ogni nostra speranza,perchè tutto può accadere nella vita,sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113792630308431452?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113792630308431452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113792630308431452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113792630308431452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113792630308431452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/hope-never-dies.html' title='hope never dies'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113767866828088055</id><published>2006-01-19T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T03:25:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangecrosses music section</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[53].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/images%5B53%5D.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The song I suggest you today is "My Melancholy blues" performed by queen,an old,touching and relaxing drama to listen with a "black russian" and a cigarette ,thinking about what it was.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113767866828088055?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113767866828088055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113767866828088055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113767866828088055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113767866828088055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/strangecrosses-music-section.html' title='strangecrosses music section'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113759495748087914</id><published>2006-01-18T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:35:57.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/IMGP1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/IMGP1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;Finally ,I've found out what I'm gonna do with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;It will become the story of the life of our little friend &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ERMETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,Ermeth will follow us in our walk of life.Everyday(more or less) we will read something about his life,hopes,fears and dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon Ermeth&lt;br /&gt;Always a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DELU&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/20922816-113759495748087914?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113759495748087914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113759495748087914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113759495748087914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113759495748087914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-it.html' title='I GOT IT'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113742048982076910</id><published>2006-01-16T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:08:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICCOLA OSSERVAZIONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/patfirenze%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/patfirenze%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tramonto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                            &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/lampara%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/lampara%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fondo sono entrambi immagini stupende,idilliache,pure.Dove lo sguardo dello spettatore si perde e inizia a fantasticare,a pensare,in fondo,a ciò che queste scene suscitano.Luci,colori,sfumature,riflessi;tutto sembra avere, in questi due momenti della natura,la stessa valenza ,la stessa forza.Eppure c'è qualcosa,qualcosa che non convince.Si,ok.la bellezza,la natura,i paesaggi e i voli mentali leopardiani o D'annunziani,tutte belle parole......&lt;br /&gt;STOP ecco la chiave:alba e tramonto sono anche PAROLE e purtroppo la parola tramonto ha la peggio nella perpetua sfida con la sua amica alba.Il povero tramonto da secoli si porta addosso la responsabilità di suscitare morte,dolore,appassimento.Il "VIALE DEL TRAMONTO",ho visto "TRAMONTARE" l'opportunità,tutto ciò che si riferisce al tramonto è vicino alla fine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma guardate attentamente queste immagini,quale vi sembra la più luminosa?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS A PLEASURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DELU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113742048982076910?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113742048982076910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113742048982076910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113742048982076910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113742048982076910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/piccola-osservazione.html' title='PICCOLA OSSERVAZIONE'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113741769045547203</id><published>2006-01-16T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T05:21:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/lampara%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/lampara%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and Anita(bell'assè)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/andrea%20pietroburgo%20258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/andrea%20pietroburgo%20258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and flavio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113741769045547203?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113741769045547203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113741769045547203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113741769045547203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113741769045547203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-friends.html' title='SOME FRIENDS'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113726710749950812</id><published>2006-01-14T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:31:47.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES I NEED JUST A SHOWER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113726710749950812?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113726710749950812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113726710749950812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113726710749950812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113726710749950812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-need-just-shower.html' title='SOMETIMES I NEED JUST A SHOWER...'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113717339490537625</id><published>2006-01-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:14:29.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL BLEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/polonia%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/polonia%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/images[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/images%5B7%5D.jpg" width="150" 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/20922816-113717339490537625?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113717339490537625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113717339490537625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113717339490537625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113717339490537625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/special-blend.html' title='SPECIAL BLEND'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113717161183507930</id><published>2006-01-13T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:04:36.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when two worlds collides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/IMGP3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/IMGP3667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel I'm afraid for the world There are times I'm ashamed of us all When you're floating on all the emotion you feel And reflecting the good and the bad Will we ever know what the answer to life really is? Can you really tell me what life is? Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you Could be swept away by fate's own hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113717161183507930?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113717161183507930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113717161183507930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113717161183507930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113717161183507930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-two-worlds-collides.html' title='when two worlds collides'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113716036521139689</id><published>2006-01-13T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T05:52:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/DSC_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/DSC_1149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just watching myself,I'm just watching me sliding lazy in the mirror of my life,or simply I'm just watching my life in a mirror.I'm just scared to break that glass in front of me and take back my existence.&lt;br /&gt;I miss a sparkle to switch on the engine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113716036521139689?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113716036521139689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113716036521139689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113716036521139689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113716036521139689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/dues.html' title='DUES'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113715021662882278</id><published>2006-01-13T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:05:59.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>calm,babie,calm(but not so much)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/1600/IMGP3657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3791/2110/320/IMGP3657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do you feel,to be on your own?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just like a ROLLING STONE(s)&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/20922816-113715021662882278?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113715021662882278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113715021662882278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113715021662882278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113715021662882278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/calmbabiecalmbut-not-so-much.html' title='calm,babie,calm(but not so much)'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922816.post-113714872667759337</id><published>2006-01-13T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T03:26:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>benvenuti nella mia umile dimora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all,I'm just a man,someone sang in some song.In a moment of confusion(thousand in my life),I just decide to create my blog,it's so fashionable in this period...Don't you have a blog???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you just "DEMODè"SHIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No I was joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway,I will just show you some pictures and I will write some story in this techno diary,sometimes in Italian.sometimes in english,french,polish,or just with silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always a pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DELU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20922816-113714872667759337?l=delucone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/feeds/113714872667759337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20922816&amp;postID=113714872667759337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113714872667759337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20922816/posts/default/113714872667759337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delucone.blogspot.com/2006/01/benvenuti-nella-mia-umile-dimora.html' title='benvenuti nella mia umile dimora'/><author><name>delucone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04248028368084653654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
