<?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-460480719004738120</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:36:28.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>°°Le illusioni sn necessarie x vivere°°</title><subtitle type='html'>..eh già..il caro vecchio foscolo aveva capito tutto della vita..(o quasi!!!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8884376212439176896</id><published>2008-04-19T13:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:48:19.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...delirio del sabato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho voglia di scrivere....è tnt ke nn lo faccio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sn 2 gg ke continuo a scrivere su tt qll ke trovo....assurdo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho anke 1gran voglia d parlare...ma h nn so più cn ki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qndi scrivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''tu già lo sai cs fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è cm nei sogni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è cm nelle avventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma il principe azzurro stavolta forse nn viene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cntr i pirati dovrai lottare davvero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma oramai già lo sai dai pirati cs ti puoi aspettare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t potranno insultare e minacciare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;infondo è il loro mestiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t farenno i versi e le boccacce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ti faranno le facce scure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è x qst ke si allenano x anni allo spekkio quasi tt le sere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma lo fanno x cervare d vincere le loro stesse paure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oramai già lo sai dai pirati cs t puoi aspettare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma è proprio qst il tuo vantaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e nn c rinunciare''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il caro bennato..ultimamente mi sn innamorata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sai qnd un cd lo ascolti un un periodo particolare e vai avanti a sentirlo e risentirlo fino allo sfinimento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sl xkè t riesce a distrarre da tt il resto?! ecco!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ultimamente m fa qst effetto..e pirati a parte nn dice qst grandi assurdità..è realista..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fin tr...bhe c si potrebbe fare una tesi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anzi meglio ke cerco di farne una seria visto cm sta andando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8884376212439176896?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8884376212439176896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8884376212439176896' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8884376212439176896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8884376212439176896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/04/delirio-del-sabato.html' title='...delirio del sabato...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4776216942895633637</id><published>2008-03-26T12:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:40:05.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...ma sn già finiteee????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R-o1xU3NtXI/AAAAAAAAASU/EYMTAlAqJCw/s1600-h/PHOT0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182013442773333362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R-o1xU3NtXI/AAAAAAAAASU/EYMTAlAqJCw/s200/PHOT0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bhe..10 gg di vacanza a Pasqua..bn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;peccato siano già finitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ki ha voglia di ricominciare dmn?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;svegliarsi alle 7..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rivedere sempre la stessa gente...ke tnt nn sopportavi prima figurati h...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentirli raccontare particolare x particolare ( =particolare^2 !!!) tt le loro belliiisssime vacanze..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma a me..ke me frega?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bho..tnt anke se glielo dicessi in faccia nn lo sentirebbero..e andrebbero avanti a parlare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qndi io penso ai fatti miei..lr parlano..ogni tnt faccio si cn la testa..e lr sn contenti...bahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cmq 10 gg..relax totale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nn vedo lora ke sia luglio!! mi sembrava d essere già in vacanza da fine scuola..da fine tt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;infatti ormai nn vedo l'ora ke sia finita...e al diavolo tt il resto!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cmq 10 gg..di tt le cs ke volevo fare..e ke ovviamente nn ho fatto..1in particolare ..nn prevista.. stare quasi sempre cn ..te!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 palle vero?? nn mi sopporti più confessa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dp ieri poi!!!!!!!!! hihihi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serate venute nn tr bn a parte..ma almeno era rilassante..x me almeno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;senza stress da studio senza risultati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poi va bhe x il resto c'è tempo...altri programmi..altre cs da fare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xò una cs ancora la dv capire.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cm mi sopporti??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-4776216942895633637?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4776216942895633637/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4776216942895633637' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4776216942895633637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4776216942895633637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/03/ma-sn-gi-finiteee.html' title='...ma sn già finiteee????'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R-o1xU3NtXI/AAAAAAAAASU/EYMTAlAqJCw/s72-c/PHOT0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6404902069064394079</id><published>2008-03-03T19:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:58:25.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gli opposti si attraggono...ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R8xKFh-UB9I/AAAAAAAAASM/gUNKbySGOn0/s1600-h/AngelDevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173591530821388242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R8xKFh-UB9I/AAAAAAAAASM/gUNKbySGOn0/s200/AngelDevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bn gli opposti...ma nn pensavo così tnt opposti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe..c farò l'abitudine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn era 1 presa in giro..solo..WOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma nn ha importanza...&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/460480719004738120-6404902069064394079?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6404902069064394079/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6404902069064394079' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6404902069064394079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6404902069064394079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/03/gli-opposti-si-attraggonoma.html' title='gli opposti si attraggono...ma...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R8xKFh-UB9I/AAAAAAAAASM/gUNKbySGOn0/s72-c/AngelDevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2598143655065242385</id><published>2008-02-23T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:08:00.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the picture of Dorian Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PREFAZIONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'artista è il creatore di cose belle.&lt;br /&gt;Rivelare l'arte e nascondere l'artista è il fine dell'arte.&lt;br /&gt;Il critico è colui che può tradurre in diversa forma o in nuova sostanza la sua impressione delle cose belle.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto le più elevate quanto le più infime forme di critica sono una sorta di autobiografia.&lt;br /&gt;Coloro che scorgono brutti significati nelle cose belle sono corrotti senza essere affascinanti. Questo è un errore.&lt;br /&gt;Coloro che scorgono bei significati nelle cose belle sono le persone colte. Per loro c'è speranza.&lt;br /&gt;Essi sono gli eletti: per loro le cose belle significano solo bellezza.&lt;br /&gt;Non esistono libri morali o immorali. I libri sono scritti bene o scritti male. Questo è tutto.&lt;br /&gt;L'avversione del diciannovesimo secolo per il realismo è la rabbia di Calibano che vede il proprio volto riflesso nello specchio.&lt;br /&gt;L'avversione del diciannovesimo secolo per il romanticismo è la rabbia di Calibano che non vede il proprio volto riflesso nello specchio.&lt;br /&gt;La vita morale dell'uomo è parte della materia dell'artista, ma la moralità dell'arte consiste nell'uso perfetto di un mezzo imperfetto. L'artista non desidera dimostrare nulla. Persino le cose vere possono essere dimostrate.&lt;br /&gt;Nessun artista ha intenti morali. In un artista un intento morale è un imperdonabile manierismo stilistico.&lt;br /&gt;Nessun artista è mai morboso. L'artista può esprimere qualsiasi cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Il pensiero e il linguaggio sono per un artista strumenti di un'arte.&lt;br /&gt;Il vizio e la virtù sono per un artista materiali di un'arte.&lt;br /&gt;Dal punto di vista formale il modello di tutte le arti è l'arte del musicista. Dal punto di vista del sentimento il modello è l'arte dell'attore.&lt;br /&gt;Ogni arte è insieme superficie e simbolo.&lt;br /&gt;Coloro che scendono sotto la superficie lo fanno a loro rischio.&lt;br /&gt;L'arte rispecchia lo spettatore, non la vita.&lt;br /&gt;La diversità di opinioni intorno a un'opera d'arte dimostra che l'opera è nuova, complessa e vitale.&lt;br /&gt;Possiamo perdonare a un uomo l'aver fatto una cosa utile se non l'ammira. L'unica scusa per aver fatto una cosa inutile è di ammirarla intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;Tutta l'arte è completamente inutile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSCAR WILDE&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/460480719004738120-2598143655065242385?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2598143655065242385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2598143655065242385' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2598143655065242385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2598143655065242385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-of-dorian-gray.html' title='the picture of Dorian Gray'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3749857888864914842</id><published>2008-02-20T02:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:11:07.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sn le 3 di notte e tt va bn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R7uMD_N8jJI/AAAAAAAAASE/D-qBbnIuqi4/s1600-h/s_u_01_10144_01_05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168878997475200146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R7uMD_N8jJI/AAAAAAAAASE/D-qBbnIuqi4/s200/s_u_01_10144_01_05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe oddio..il fatto ke io sia sveglia alle 3 di notte già nn è normale di per sè...a a parte qst piccolo e insignificante particolare...mi sa ke tiro avanti almeno fino alle 4-4.30 di qst passo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dv finire un lavoro inutilissssimo di storia dell'arte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma xkè dv essere sempre così pignola e precisa nel fare le cs?? nn potevo buttare giù 4 cavolate e 1 immagine e risparmiarmi tt qst fatica??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no! tr facile..se no nn sarei io...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e inanto mi ascolto eros ke canta " oltre le distanze noi nn siamo soliii"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anke xkè fino ad h mi sn guardata un programma su rai tre ke neanke mi ricordo cm s kiama...ah si ..no..l'ho dimenticato...cmq..poi c'era marzullo...e poi un intervista a uno scrittore morto gg...ke culo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm...bn...meno male ke esiste l'mp3...nn ne posso più...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ormai mi è passato anke il sonno...uff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dmn mi tokkerà fermarmi a scuola fino alle 4...e ki resiste?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già sn pesanti 5 h...soprattutto dp la gita...dv ancora riprendermi dal trauma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"qnt scuse ho inventato io..pur di fare sempre amodo mio...evitando così una storia importante...nn volevo così itrovarmi già grande.." ...sempre eros...in tt i sensi...ma ke palle!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adesso metto un pò di metal...almeno nn crollo addormentata sul pc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ops..power speed metal..precisiamo prima ke qlcn mi pikki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok..basta ..torno ad arte...ke voglia...ma ke ha fatto d tnt bello van gogh?? ki diavolo era van gogh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;al louvre ci sarà sl un quadro suo..ergo nn è un pittore serio, giusto??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certo k è stato a Parigi senza vedere il Louvre nn può capire....:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okok notte! a ke può dormire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a ki dorme già e mi ha abbandonato qua..da sl..uffii..&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/460480719004738120-3749857888864914842?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3749857888864914842/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3749857888864914842' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3749857888864914842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3749857888864914842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/02/sn-le-3-di-notte-e-tt-va-bn.html' title='sn le 3 di notte e tt va bn!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R7uMD_N8jJI/AAAAAAAAASE/D-qBbnIuqi4/s72-c/s_u_01_10144_01_05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7680154797673728392</id><published>2008-02-11T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:22:19.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dmn sveglia alle 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si va a parigi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contenta?! ..mah..un pò si un pò no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passerei la vita viaggiando a dx e a sx e spostandomi da un giorno all'altro ...se me lo proponessero c metterei la firma..mi piace vedere posti nuovi..vedere gente nuova...ma...c'è 1ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fare la valigia è quasi sempre una tragedia...mala cs pegiore è disfarla al ritorno!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;le ore in pullman nn passano mai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn sai mai qnt può far skifo l'albergo in cui t infilano a forza..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma qst sn motivi stupidi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io volevo dire ke il brutto è lasciare qll che c'è a casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma a tt si sopravvive..anzi ogni tnt fa bn cambiare 1pò!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c vediamo fra soli 5 gg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;au revoir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7680154797673728392?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7680154797673728392/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7680154797673728392' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7680154797673728392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7680154797673728392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-travelling.html' title='i&apos;m travelling'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8410754971485809324</id><published>2008-02-07T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:13:28.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>io..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R6rtUdzVkVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/n3lv_qkC51g/s1600-h/cvf.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164200858586812754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R6rtUdzVkVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/n3lv_qkC51g/s400/cvf.gif" 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/460480719004738120-8410754971485809324?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8410754971485809324/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8410754971485809324' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8410754971485809324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8410754971485809324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/02/sn-io.html' title='io..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R6rtUdzVkVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/n3lv_qkC51g/s72-c/cvf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1685216486592651034</id><published>2008-02-03T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:17:00.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sooonnoooooooooooooooooooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un'altra sera così e mi mandi al diavolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scusaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma ultimamente ho sempre e perennemente sonno!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e più del solito..ke già è difficile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe m farà perdonare giovedì...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162741965570543938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R6W-dtzVkUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2dP48IjtOMM/s400/cartoon_56.gif" border="0" /&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/460480719004738120-1685216486592651034?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1685216486592651034/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1685216486592651034' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1685216486592651034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1685216486592651034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/02/sooonnoooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='sooonnoooooooooooooooooooo...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R6W-dtzVkUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2dP48IjtOMM/s72-c/cartoon_56.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1861798485287370339</id><published>2008-02-01T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:29:13.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>home, sweet home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sn tornata...dp 5gg di..diciamo viaggio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe?! ke dire?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bello...anke se in qst caso nn è ke bello sia un'aggettivo tr adeguato..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;diciamo ke cm esperienza è stata bella...si, ora va meglio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all'inizio la voglia d andare nn è ke fosse proprio tnt..anzi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò poi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è andato tt bn..meglio d qnt m aspettassi!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certo ke tornare a casa è bello xò...anke sl dp 5 gg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soprattutto visto ke nn vado via molto spesso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qnd parti sembra proprio d essere in un'altro mondo..almeno m è sembrato qst volta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la lontananza fa un effetto strano..mah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e qnd torni speri ke tt sia cambiato sul serio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;invece.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma forse è meglio così...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fondo qnd le cs cambiano nn si sà mai se in peggio o in meglio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certo ke cm ritorno a scuola nn c'è male!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meglio qll a casa ( soprattutto x 1 certo pezzo d carta...)! almeno nn t sommerge nex cn tt i compiti e cs da studiare ke t sei perso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o peggio ancora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma sii..tnt fra poco gita di classe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meta?? Paris ovviamente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e speriamo ke l'ultima gita delle superiori sia la migliore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-1861798485287370339?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1861798485287370339/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1861798485287370339' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1861798485287370339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1861798485287370339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='home, sweet home!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7731355316619441888</id><published>2008-01-24T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:24:12.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>munch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R5i7gtzVkTI/AAAAAAAAARs/DVpxB7W836c/s1600-h/Munch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079543878029618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R5i7gtzVkTI/AAAAAAAAARs/DVpxB7W836c/s400/Munch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7731355316619441888?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7731355316619441888/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7731355316619441888' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7731355316619441888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7731355316619441888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/munch.html' title='munch...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R5i7gtzVkTI/AAAAAAAAARs/DVpxB7W836c/s72-c/Munch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4567548679601873578</id><published>2008-01-24T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:42:29.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mani..di Rodin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R5i6htzVkSI/AAAAAAAAARk/jQwel0l3An4/s1600-h/17092-Rodin-Hands-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159078461546271010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R5i6htzVkSI/AAAAAAAAARk/jQwel0l3An4/s320/17092-Rodin-Hands-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ma come? Grave incertezza, ogni qualvolta l'animo nostro si sente sorpassato da se medesimo; quando lui, il ricercatore, è al tempo stesso anche il paese tenebroso dove deve cercare e dove tutto il suo bagaglio non gli servirà a nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Cercare? Non soltanto: creare. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(M. Proust, la strada di Swann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-4567548679601873578?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4567548679601873578/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4567548679601873578' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4567548679601873578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4567548679601873578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/mani.html' title='mani..di Rodin'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R5i6htzVkSI/AAAAAAAAARk/jQwel0l3An4/s72-c/17092-Rodin-Hands-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1689737662561210308</id><published>2008-01-15T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:53:35.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...LeOpArDi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bella ed amabile illusione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è quella per la quale i dì anniversari di un avvenimento, che per verità non ha a fare con essi più che con qualunque altro dì dell'anno, paiono avere con quello un'attinenza particolare, e che quasi un'ombra del passato risorga e ritorni sempre in quei giorni, e ci sia davanti: onde è medicato in parte il tristo pensiero dell'annullamento di ciò che fu, e sollevato il dolore di molte perdite, parendo che quelle ricorrenze facciano che ciò che è passato, e che più non torna, non sia spento né perduto del tutto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pensieri XIII)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R4zIyic-UxI/AAAAAAAAARc/3wbJS2YQDNc/s1600-h/LUNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155716443999720210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R4zIyic-UxI/AAAAAAAAARc/3wbJS2YQDNc/s320/LUNA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felicità non è altro che contentezza del proprio essere e del proprio modo di essere, soddisfazione, amore perfetto del proprio stato, qualunque del resto esso stato si sia, e fosse pur arco il più spregevole. Ora da questa sola definizione si può comprendere che la felicità è di sua natura impossibile in un ente che ami se stesso sopra ogni cosa, quali sono per natura tutti i viventi, soli capaci d'altronde di felicità. Un amor di se stesso che non può cessare e che non ha limiti, è incompatibile colla contentezza, colla soddisfazione. Qualunque sia il bene di cui goda un vivente, egli si desidererà sempre un ben maggiore, perché il suo amor proprio [amore della propria persona] non cesserà, e perché quel bene, per grande che sia, sarà sempre limitato, e il suo amor proprio non può aver limite. Per amabile che sia il vostro stato, voi amerete voi stesso più che esso stato, quindi voi desidererete uno stato migliore. Quindi non sarete mai contento, mai in uno stato di soddisfazione, di perfetto amore del vostro modo di essere, di perfetta compiacenza di esso. Quindi non sarete mai e non potete esser felice, né in questo mondo, né in un altro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dallo Zibaldone, 30 agosto 1826) &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/460480719004738120-1689737662561210308?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1689737662561210308/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1689737662561210308' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1689737662561210308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1689737662561210308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/leopardi.html' title='...LeOpArDi...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R4zIyic-UxI/AAAAAAAAARc/3wbJS2YQDNc/s72-c/LUNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8148779318920182011</id><published>2008-01-12T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:56:44.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ke potenza la fantasia, Fede!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;già. quando la fantaisa diventa realtà, con tnt di gesti, mode, riti, come i lukketti, allora la tua felicità è tnt, tnt davvero. perchè vuol dire che un libro è in grado di darti i sapori e le emozioni della vita vera'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R4uvoyc-UvI/AAAAAAAAARM/J3vw5_FKRWA/s1600-h/85b22k1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155407313728590578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R4uvoyc-UvI/AAAAAAAAARM/J3vw5_FKRWA/s400/85b22k1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuore ti ribalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;claudia92 e federico moccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8148779318920182011?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8148779318920182011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8148779318920182011' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8148779318920182011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8148779318920182011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/ke-potenza-la-fantasia-fede.html' title='ke potenza la fantasia, Fede!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R4uvoyc-UvI/AAAAAAAAARM/J3vw5_FKRWA/s72-c/85b22k1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-31952607364567624</id><published>2008-01-11T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:37:21.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma xkè dv beccare proprio me?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;semplice!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sn la più sfigata!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;domani una bella interrogazione di scienze nn me la toglie nessuno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dopo 3-4 gg incessanti di studio (si..va bhe..si fa x dire..)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq..nn è servito a nn!! sn ancora qui..la sera prima a cercare d capire qlcs sul magnetismo terrestre e su ke c**o c'entri la dinamo autoindotta...(accetasi suggerimenti!!!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dmn prima ora qll simpaticona della prof interroga su 50 pg a dire poco.. e in particolare su un capitolo ke nn ha spiegato e ke nn c'entra un emerito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma va bhe va bhe va bhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e siccome estrae a sorte un nome dalla busta ke ha preparato cn tnt amora sl x noi..io cn la fortuna ke ho esco x prima!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma ke bello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anzi cm direbbe molto ironicamente mio fratello: ke giubilo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io direi un pò meno ironicamente e cn tt il cuore: ma ke palllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qst'anno scienze proprio nn la reggo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se sopravvivo avviso..se nessuno ha più mie notizie è kiaro il xkè...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notte Notte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-31952607364567624?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/31952607364567624/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=31952607364567624' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/31952607364567624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/31952607364567624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/ma-xk-dv-beccare-proprio-me.html' title='ma xkè dv beccare proprio me?!?'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1180538182062169537</id><published>2008-01-05T01:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:52:47.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ok..un pò in ritardo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma meglio tardi ke mai!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e poi nn potevo certo fare a meno di farvi gli auguriiiii!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R37UmCc-UuI/AAAAAAAAARE/m9JhqWqV0Nk/s1600-h/HappyNewYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151788773716939490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R37UmCc-UuI/AAAAAAAAARE/m9JhqWqV0Nk/s400/HappyNewYear.jpg" 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/460480719004738120-1180538182062169537?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1180538182062169537/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1180538182062169537' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1180538182062169537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1180538182062169537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/okun-p-in-ritardo.html' title='ok..un pò in ritardo..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R37UmCc-UuI/AAAAAAAAARE/m9JhqWqV0Nk/s72-c/HappyNewYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1475718123725340051</id><published>2008-01-05T01:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:50:06.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all is so difficult because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R37Tcic-UtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E-PAU_nUBPA/s1600-h/sad%2520kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151787510996554450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R37Tcic-UtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E-PAU_nUBPA/s400/sad%2520kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i can't do anything to change it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-1475718123725340051?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1475718123725340051/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1475718123725340051' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1475718123725340051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1475718123725340051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-is-so-difficult-because.html' title='all is so difficult because...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R37Tcic-UtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E-PAU_nUBPA/s72-c/sad%2520kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7245904937010403053</id><published>2008-01-03T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:00:28.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevica!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R31nlyc-UsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7q11CzrWoDo/s1600-h/neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151387447677833922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R31nlyc-UsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7q11CzrWoDo/s400/neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow anke qui a corsico nevica finalmente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si lo so ke c'è un sacco di gente ke dmn dv andare al lavoro e sta pregando in cinese xkè smetta..xkè nn ghiacci le strade ecc..lo spero anke io x voi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò dovete ammettere che crea una certa atmosfera natalizia!! e il massimo è guardare nevicare dalla finastra al calduccio sotto il piumone con un tazzone bollente di cioccolata tra le mani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm...belloo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma va bhe..tnt x domani dovrebbe smettere e nn causare troppi danni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in compenso finalmente sulle piste da sci nn è più tt artificiale la neve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già e a me?? io a sciare nn c vado quest'anno..ufffiii!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq godiamoci qst breve parentesi di aria d montagna in piena città..mentre io sognerò la montagna vera..e le piste..e gli istrutturi di snowboard!! (rientrano tra le bellezze naturali della montagna!)&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/460480719004738120-7245904937010403053?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7245904937010403053/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7245904937010403053' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7245904937010403053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7245904937010403053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2008/01/nevica.html' title='Nevica!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R31nlyc-UsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7q11CzrWoDo/s72-c/neve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1948673674666682478</id><published>2008-01-01T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:56:01.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a bhe..certoo..ora si spiega tt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un giorno la Follia decise coinvolgere i suoi amici a giocare a "Nascondino".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Nascondino? Che cos'è?" - domandò la Curiosità."Nascondino è un gioco. Io conto fino a cento e voi vi nascondete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando avrò terminato di contare, cercherò e il primo che troverò saràil prossimo a contare".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accettarono tutti ad eccezione della Paura e della Pigrizia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"1,2,3. - la Follia cominciò a contare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La fretta si nascose per prima, dove le capitò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Timidezza, timida come sempre, si nascose in un gruppo d'alberi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Gioia corse in mezzo al giardino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Tristezza cominciò a piangere, perché non trovava un angolo adatto per nascondersi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L'Invidia si unì al Trionfo e si nascose accanto a lui dietro un sasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La follia continuava a contare mentre i suoi amici si nascondevano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La disperazione era disperata vedendo che la Follia era già a novantanove."... E CENTO ! - gridò la Follia - "Ora comincerò a cercare".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La prima ad essere trovata fu la Curiosità, poiché non aveva potuto resistere all'impulso di uscire per vedere chi sarebbe stato il primo ad essere scoperto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guardando da una parte, la Follia vide il Dubbio sopra un recinto che non sapeva decidersi da quale lato sarebbe stato meglio nascosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E così di seguito scoprì la Gioia, la Tristezza, la Timidezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando tutti erano nuovamente riuniti, la Curiosità domandò: "Dov'è l'Amore?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nessuno l'aveva visto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Follia cominciò a cercarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cercò in cima a una montagna, nei fiumi e sotto le rocce, ma non trovò l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cercando da tutte le parti, la Follia vide un roseto, raccolse un bastone e cominciò a cercare tra i rami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D'un tratto sentì un grido. Era l'Amore che urlava perché una spina gli aveva ferito un occhio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Follia non sapeva più cosa fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cercò di scusarsi fino ad implorare l'Amore per avere il suo perdono. Arrivò a promettergli di seguirlo per sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L'Amore accettò le scuse e la proposta della Follia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da quel giorno l'Amore è cieco ed è sempre accompagnato dalla Follia.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3qadic-UrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p_50ViRdXms/s1600-h/love01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150598956106797746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3qadic-UrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p_50ViRdXms/s320/love01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-1948673674666682478?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3qadic-UrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p_50ViRdXms/s72-c/love01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-1002888823908159512</id><published>2007-12-29T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:14:19.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e.. a proposito di sentieri sbagliati..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn so xkè..ripensavo al passato..recente..e allo stesso tempo remoto tnt ke nn riesco bn a metterne a fuoco tt i particolari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ricordo un parco..qll in via Resistenza..dove giocavo da bambina..mi sembra lo kiamavamo 'il parco delle okette'..già..ma ora penso ke sia riferito a ben altro ke alle anatre ke nuotano tranquille nello stagno-pozzanghera del famigerato parco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma qst volta nn ero piccola..anke se mi c sentivo..c'era il sole..era aprile..la settimana di Pasqua.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt fuori felici e contenti, i bambini ke giocavano e gli adulti a chiaccherare..mi sentivo felice e contenta anke io ..ma forse nn avrei dovuto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;credevo d esserlo..mi illudevo di esserlo..x nn soffrire..sapevo già cs mi aspettava da un pezzo ormai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l'attesa era stata fin troppo lunga per i miei gusti!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma allora mi sentivo molto più forte di qnt nn sn ora..mi sentivo grande e forte!! e qll ke stava accadendo mi rendeva ancora più forte..mi piaceva..ero felice ke finalmente succedesse.. finalmente un pò di aria..di libertà.. dipendere sl e unicamente da me stessa..cm sempre!! era una bella sensazione...anke se certe parole nn le ho ancora digerite..ma almeno ora ne capisco il senso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in realtà a volte ancora rimpiango qll scelta..io nn l'avrei mai presa..lo dicevo tnt x dire..ma nn l'avrei fatto mai credo.. ma il nn farlo a cs avrebbe portato??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me lo kiedo spesso ultimamente.. ma nn trovo una risposta..e nn la troverò mai temo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn importa in fondo..ormai è passato!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ero felice..quasi me ne vantavo..volevo dimostrare a tutti ke nn m'importava..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in realtà un pò ha fatto male..ma nn volevo ammetterlo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x dimenticare ho cominciato a correre..altra bella sensazione..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;correre e lasciare indietro i problemi..scappare, forse, più ke correre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma stavo meglio..mi sentivo bn..il tempo lo trovavo sempre..anke in giugno.. qnd d tempo nn ne avevo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dovrei ricominciare!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma cn qst tempo..vorrei sl ke venisse il caldo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho bisogno di sfogarmi..ho bisogno di sentirmi di nuovo così forte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn imbattibile..sl un pò più forte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;voglio correre..e dimenticare..almeno x il tempo della corsa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...dimenticare...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381861159359122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3ZHhSc-UpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NGqSfJZ_XcI/s400/0000000saracu5.gif" border="0" /&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/460480719004738120-1002888823908159512?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1002888823908159512/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1002888823908159512' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1002888823908159512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1002888823908159512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-proposito-di-sentieri-sbagliati.html' title='e.. a proposito di sentieri sbagliati..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3ZHhSc-UpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NGqSfJZ_XcI/s72-c/0000000saracu5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2911230970105879327</id><published>2007-12-29T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:43:23.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ok..qst l'ho rubata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;non è facile dimenticare un sentiero sbagliato&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perché tutto è sciolto: un granello di sabbia, una luna che starnutisce per farsi guardare, oppure vuol solo farsi ammirare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;non è facile cambiare un incerto cammino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perché passa veloce: un salto ed è già tramonto, il tempo non ha confine, può essere ora o nel passato, non si capisce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;non è facile attraversare la strada in città...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perché il sole acceca: non bastano occhiali da sole, ci vuole un filtro molto potente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peccato che ora ci sia solo la nebbia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L. Salmaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/153/1000847~Tinkerbell-Pure-Magic-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn l'ho scritto io ..vi pare?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn sn mica ridotta così male..:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;senza offesa..(tnt sai ke nn è vero..)..xò 1pò mi piaceva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-2911230970105879327?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2911230970105879327/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2911230970105879327' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2911230970105879327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2911230970105879327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/okqst-lho-rubata.html' title='ok..qst l&apos;ho rubata..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6140079900237873010</id><published>2007-12-28T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:39:49.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oOoOoOoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3UKhCc-UoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/feSDO2huO-4/s1600-h/PHOT0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149033311678386818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3UKhCc-UoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/feSDO2huO-4/s400/PHOT0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fondo in fondo anke Milano ha il suo fascino a Natale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-6140079900237873010?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6140079900237873010/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6140079900237873010' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6140079900237873010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6140079900237873010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/oooooooh.html' title='oOoOoOoh'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3UKhCc-UoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/feSDO2huO-4/s72-c/PHOT0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4198894288877628803</id><published>2007-12-28T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:36:34.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il fu Mattia Pascal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"a noi uomini, invece, nascendo, è toccato un tristo privilegio: quello di sentirci vivere, con la bella illusione che ne risulta: di prendere cioè come una realtà fuori di noi questo nostro interno sentimento di vita, mutabile e vario, secondo i tempi, i casi e la fortuna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L.Pirandello&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/460480719004738120-4198894288877628803?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4198894288877628803/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4198894288877628803' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4198894288877628803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4198894288877628803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/il-fu-mattia-pascal.html' title='Il fu Mattia Pascal'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7178704306879732433</id><published>2007-12-24T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:17:49.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NATALE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o meglio..vigilia..cm stavo dicendo..bhe era ora..peccato ke passerà tr in fretta..cm al solito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma si ..chissene! il bello delle cs belle è qst..ke finiscono..altrimenti nn sarebbero più così belle..nn le si aspetterebbe più cn tnt ansia..nn sarebbero più così speciali..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma soprattutto se fosse sempre natale saremmo tt obesi!! già..oggi x me inizia l'annuale tortura natalizia: abbuffata di nn so nemmeno io cs..evvai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stasera dagli zii x un mega cenone di natale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dmn a pranzo da mia nonna x passare tt il pomeriggio a tavola senza tregua..mangerò x minimo 4 ore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e il 26..bhe altri zii e altra nonna..almeno tt in una volta..e a qll punto sarò già tamlemnte piena da nn vedermi più la punta dei piedi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e il 27 finalmente pace..e 6 ore di palestra x smaltire almeno un terzo di tt qll ke ho ingurgitato nei gg precedenti..ke allegria!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma va bhe il natale è bello x qst..e x i regali..riceverli ovviamente..nn farli..xkè a farli si fa tr fatica!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabato ho passato quasi 4h alla ricerca di un unico regalo..nn è possibile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bn ke mi sn ridotta l'ultimo gg quasi.i negozi erano pieni di gente e nn si poteva vedere niente..le strade piene di 'automobilisti incazzati' e nn si poteva guidare.x fare una stupida rotonda c ho messo un quarto d'ora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in conclusione..meno male ke Natale viene una volta l'anno!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149383226958959266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3ZIwyc-UqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rbqekyrWwPk/s400/natale04_cp.jpg" border="0" /&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/460480719004738120-7178704306879732433?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7178704306879732433/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7178704306879732433' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7178704306879732433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7178704306879732433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/natale.html' title='NATALE!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R3ZIwyc-UqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rbqekyrWwPk/s72-c/natale04_cp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-939715243361500457</id><published>2007-12-24T11:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:16:42.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma ke palle!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uff proprio sotto natale il mio pc è fuor uso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn ègiustoo..ora ke potrei scrivere qlcs di un pò più interessante..allegro..ecc..ecc..sn senza!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e x di più si è rotto qlcs nell'hard-disk..e potrei perdere tt il lavoro degli ultimi tre anni...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..nonononono!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi rifiuto di crederci..ora il mio piccolino è dal tecnico..ma mi sento solo senza di lui..soprattutto ora ke ho tnt tempo e potrei dedicarmici un pò...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe..poverooo!!! e qst vuol dire anke senza msn e internet..c'è qlcn ke riesce a vivere senza qst 2 cs al giorno d'oggi??? semplice:no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e io in particolare..ho avuto un computer in mano da qnd sn nata e ora..mi sento vuota (hihi ke esagerata!!)..e poi era il mioprimo pc solo mio...il mio bellissimo notebook..uffi torna da me tutto intero x favoreeeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è l'unico regalo di natale ke vorrei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma.. a proposito..oggi vigilia di Natale..finalmente!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no asp..a qst dedikiamo un'altro post.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    &lt;a href="http://www.pc-911.com/images/sick_computer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pc-911.com/images/sick_computer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-939715243361500457?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/939715243361500457/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=939715243361500457' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/939715243361500457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/939715243361500457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/ma-ke-palle.html' title='ma ke palle!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-514614649148735014</id><published>2007-12-17T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:29:11.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vOgLiA dI nAtAlE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/blogdinatale/Titoune_Souris_pendule.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://digilander.libero.it/blogdinatale/Titoune_Souris_pendule.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma qnt manca ancora?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qnt verifiche? qnt notti in bianco? qnt fatica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x cs poi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x due brevi settimane di vacanza che passeranno senza che nessuno se ne accorga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lasciando sempre inconclusi o mai iniziati i progetti di mesi fa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sempre su un pezzo di carta..x kè altrimenti si fa in tempo a scordarli..ma mai l'inchiostro su qll carta si è trasformato in azione compiuta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e la paura..la paura ke tt resti tale x altri 6 mesi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn è giusto..ma nella vita sn ben poke le cose giuste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l'esperienza insegna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 mesi..e poi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vita nuova?! mah..forse sl altri progetti confusi e irrealizzabili..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-514614649148735014?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/514614649148735014/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=514614649148735014' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/514614649148735014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/514614649148735014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/voglia-di-natale.html' title='vOgLiA dI nAtAlE...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6243357158920081010</id><published>2007-12-15T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:51:27.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bravo a sbaglire..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2Ppiyc-UlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J82BDzv5FKk/s1600-h/nicolas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144211983255360082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2Ppiyc-UlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J82BDzv5FKk/s200/nicolas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cm Vaporidis anke io sn brava a sbagliare..anzi bravissima..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peccato ke x il caro Nicolas è sl il titolo di un libro..x me è la vita vera..&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-6243357158920081010?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6243357158920081010/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6243357158920081010' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7466628257363270884</id><published>2007-12-14T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:53:15.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>delirio postmate!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2G9l1ExMvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FSVAWBr0FCk/s1600-h/art_21731_1_punti%2520di%2520domanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143600707033707250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2G9l1ExMvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FSVAWBr0FCk/s400/art_21731_1_punti%2520di%2520domanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;possibile ke la mente umana sia perennemente insoddisfatta??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qnd ci si sente 'diversi' si farebbe di tt per essere 'normali'..e qnd si è 'normali' ci si sente così tnt normali, comuni, banali da desiderare ardentemente di essere 'diversi', speciali in qualke modo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mah..io nn lo so più..nn so più ke voglio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma poi..ki ha inventato parole cm diverso e normale?! in fondo vogliono dire tt e niente..qndi a ke servono??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7466628257363270884?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7466628257363270884/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7466628257363270884' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7466628257363270884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7466628257363270884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/delirio-postmate.html' title='delirio postmate!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2G9l1ExMvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FSVAWBr0FCk/s72-c/art_21731_1_punti%2520di%2520domanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-170076641611202658</id><published>2007-12-12T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:57:13.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tr teneroso..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2BLE1ExMuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wMYnGkU2WKY/s1600-h/69905783_7e332e6889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143193320795747042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2BLE1ExMuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wMYnGkU2WKY/s400/69905783_7e332e6889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-170076641611202658?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/170076641611202658/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=170076641611202658' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/170076641611202658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/170076641611202658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/tr-teneroso.html' title='tr teneroso..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2BLE1ExMuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wMYnGkU2WKY/s72-c/69905783_7e332e6889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-351228009349548997</id><published>2007-12-12T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:02:06.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma nn è possibile!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uffffa!! nn è giusto..ne tnt meno possibile..ke se x puro sbaglio mi va bn qlcs un gg poi subito x i 10 gg seguenti vada tt malissssimo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma uff..ecco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oggi è la tipica giornata no..già..un no formato gigante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già la mattinata è iniziata male..mi sn svegliata..o meglio sn stata buttata giù dal letto dalle urla di mio padre..mezz'ora dp ke la mia sveglia aveva suonato..ed era stata brutalmente scaraventata a terra.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe..quasi normale..cn mezz'ora di ritardo mi preparo di fretta..e ancora completamente addormentata esco..dato ke ero in ritardo tnt vale prendere la makkina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mai provato a guidare dormendo..nn è proprio impossibile..io l'ho fatto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no..nn c'è da vantarsene..ma stamattina il mio cervello nn ne voleva sapere di alzarsi dal letto..così è rimasto a casa..beato lui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn sn mica la prima ke se lo dimentica a casa..soprattutto nella mia scuola..peccato ke gg mi sarebbe servito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;infatti seconda ora interrogazione di inglese (pugliese x gli amici)..parlo a stento l'italiano alle 9 del mattino figurarsi l'inglese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ki sn wordsworth e coleridge?! è senz'altro una bella domanda..avrei dovuto saperlo visto ke l'interrogazione era incentrata su questi 2 geni ke 2secoli fà nn avevano proprioproprio niente di meglio da fare!! peccato ke ancora adesso sia un mistero x me ki siano..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe..poi..tnt piccole cose..mia madre ai colloqui coi professori..quaderni dimenticati a casa..verifike fra due gg su argomenti d tt il quadrimestre..già piccole cs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma xkè tt insieme?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhaa..sarà colpa del gatto nero ke attraversava la strada qst mattina..peccato ke 'sto povero gatto nn l'abbia attraversata a me..ma a un imbecille ke, sempre dimenticando il cervello (o gli occhiali??) a casa l'ha investito..e lasciato stekkito in mezzo alla strada cn tnt di skizzo di sangue..di un bel rosso acceso..ke nn si può fare a meno di notare sull'asfalto nero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;poverinoooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq finite le 5 ora di tortura scolastica a casa di corsa..see dp aver fato da tassista al mondo..giusto x perdere un pò di tempo..tnt nn ho mai niente da fare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma il più bello è ke mentre sto x partire mi infastidisce un foglio sul cruscotto..tipo fastidiosissime pubblicità..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;magari!! x una volta sarei stata contenta..invece..multa!! ma ke palle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la prima dopo soli due mesi ke sn patentata..xfetto!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la finezza da scaricatore di porto ke sorge spontanea in quel momento la risparmio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;casa..pranzo di corsa..parrukkiera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almeno nn mi ha fatto un taglio da pazza..ci mancava giusto qll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e per fortuna ho passato quasi un'oretta col mio amore..apice della giornata..e ho detto tt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe x il resto del pome nient'altro di particolare..x fortuna..nn so se avrei retto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cm nn detto..nuove urla di mio padre in qst momento..tnt x completare la giornata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi sa ke ha notato la multa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uffffa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dmn?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ditemi ke andrà meglio..............................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143178120906486482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2A9QFExMtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qNR2UN1NP1E/s400/sfiga.jpg" border="0" /&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/460480719004738120-351228009349548997?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/351228009349548997/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=351228009349548997' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/351228009349548997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/351228009349548997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/ma-nn-possibile.html' title='ma nn è possibile!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2A9QFExMtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qNR2UN1NP1E/s72-c/sfiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6786498876715099979</id><published>2007-12-11T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:14:34.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cosa nn si fa per..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;per i malati mentali fissati ed egocentrici?!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;niente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sicco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me nn ho niente da fare..ed è ironico..e ci sn state lamentele x l'ultimo post..ne scrivo un'altro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;osì sei contento Andrea??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uffii..possibile ke una volta ke nn scrivo niente su/contro di te pensi sempre ke ci siano 10000 significati sottintesi e subdoli ke nn voglio dirti?! nn è + senplice arrendeersi all'evidenza ke siccome nn ci siamo visti gg nn avevo niente da scrivere?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma x il tuo ego smisurato è tr difficile da accettare..giàgià..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a nn ti offendere..STO SKERZANDO!! altrimenti poi t offendi e mi tocca scrivere un'altro blog x kiederti scusa in cinese..e in altre 10 lingue..sl xkè ci provi gusto nel vedermelo fare..cattivo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e poi prima ti fai spiegare a forza una frase ke + stupida di così nn poteva essere..e poi dici ke è tr stupida x la tua somma xsn..e ke nn fai qst discorsi..uffffi..e le mie gif su msn nn ti vanno mai bn..ma sei mai contento di qlcs?? :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uomo palloso!! e maschilista pure..ma da qnd qst?? mi è nuova..ma ormai sei dikiarato..qndi te lo rinfaccerò in eterno..sei cm tt gli altri "maski"..ihih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si lo so ..dp qst nn mi parli +..tnt ormai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma poi xkè dv trovare un doppio senso in un post ke era fatto sl x menarmela un pò..una volta nella vita?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mah..i mesteri della mente umana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dai..xò..infondo infondo..ti amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R17RZ1ExMsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LcTN_J46IfY/s1600-h/cmp46f6df05b56e69_01704009.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142778066177700546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R17RZ1ExMsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LcTN_J46IfY/s320/cmp46f6df05b56e69_01704009.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-6786498876715099979?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6786498876715099979/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6786498876715099979' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6786498876715099979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6786498876715099979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/cosa-nn-si-fa-per.html' title='cosa nn si fa per..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R17RZ1ExMsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LcTN_J46IfY/s72-c/cmp46f6df05b56e69_01704009.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7431988172964553268</id><published>2007-12-11T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:20:31.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bhe..gg è andata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R16bxlExMrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HhFJTw_URSY/s1600-h/diddldk_dk_diddl_020.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142719100571693746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R16bxlExMrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HhFJTw_URSY/s320/diddldk_dk_diddl_020.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un'altra pesante giornata di scuola è finita..finalmente!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cm tt le giornate nn ne potevo piùùùùùùùù! 6h possono essere infinitamente lunghe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq..a parte il tempo..ke si sa..passa tr in fretta sl qnd ci si diverte..e ki nn si diverte a scuola?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dicevo..tempo a parte..gg è andata..e oserei aggiungerci anke un quasi bn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prima e seconda ora: interrogazione di fisica...8...ah le soddisfazioni della vita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi sento quasi intelligente!!..+ mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;terza e quarta ora: ore dedicate al sonno..post interrogazione..tnt io e leopardi siamo amiconi..nn ho bisogno d stare attenta..(finisssima ironia!!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quinta ora: scampata interrogazione di storia..si è messa spontaneamente a spiegare..così x giovedì oltre alle cs x gg dv farmi pagine e pagine in più..ke allegria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sesta ora: scampata interrogazione di letteratura inglese..ha tenuto sotto un'ora intera il "povero simo"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bnbnbn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho preso pure un 8 in letteratura latina..incredibile..e ieri un 9 1/2 in un tema di italiano...di un mese fa ..ma va bhe..la velocità nel correggere le verifike è un optional..ma direi ke fa niente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe finalmente qlcs inizia ad andare bn..sn contenta..ora vado a godermi un pò di meritato riposso..e poii..inglese e matematica..arrivo!! ke voglia xò..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nonostante tt xò da una certa soddisfazione..ammuffire sui libri nn è così inutile..sono scelte..ke nn tt capiscono..ma nn importa..sn contenta lo stesso!! e nn cambierei x niente al mondo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi piace tr sentirmi così..o almeno nn sentirmi in colpa..&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/460480719004738120-7431988172964553268?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R16bxlExMrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HhFJTw_URSY/s72-c/diddldk_dk_diddl_020.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7318047320054522915</id><published>2007-12-09T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:21:31.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ecco..lo sapevo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1xoZVExMpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/unY3dp31YIY/s1600-h/skztw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142099658913428114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1xoZVExMpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/unY3dp31YIY/s320/skztw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ke bella giornata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erano tre gg ke mi preparavo ad affrontarla..tre gg in cui nn ho pensato ad altro..preoccuparta..terrorizzata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già sapevo sarebbe andata così!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, nn è un eccesso di autostima..nn è da me..ma lo sapevo..lo sapevo benissimo ke sarebbe stata la giornata di gg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e x una volta avrei preferito sbagliarmi!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già qnd è stata proposta qst stupida idea ero contraria..nn prevedo il fututo..conosco i miei polli cm si suol dire..e purtroppo li conosco bn..una sola cs nn mi aspettavo..ma è sl una piccola goccia in un mare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un'idea, cmq, ke è stata accettata tr in fretta..tr volentieri..x i miei gusti..le cs si fanno cn calma..nn tnt x farle..ma va bhe..ho pensato va bn..è un pomeriggio posso sopravvivere..nn pensavo di ridurmi così..a pensare e ripensare..a nn riuscire a fare altro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;al punto ke preferivo dormire x nn dover pensarci in continuazione..proprio cm anni fa..alle medie..nn volevo tornare indietro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma cmq..ormai era fatta..oggi è arrivato tr lentamente o tr in fretta..senza dare risultati..o meglio..dando esattamente i risultati ke prevedevo..cioè parole nel vuoto!! parlare così..x il gusto di farlo..senza stare mai a sentire le ragioni dell'altro..la gente lo fa spesso..ma a ke serve?!? spiegatemelo..xkè io proprio nn ci arrivo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un pomeriggio passato a sentirmi giudicata..dall'ultima xsn da cui vorrei esserlo..la casa..la famiglia..il mio modo di vivere..x cs?? x convincermi a fare una brevissima vacanza..ke mi toglierebbe anke l'ultimo spikkio di libertà..la mia libertà..l'unica cs a cui nn rinuncerò mai!! avrei capito..avrei accettato magari un weekend lontano da tutto e da tutti..ma era kiedere tr..lo so..infatti nn ho osato..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma tt qst gionata..alla fine..a ke è servita?? a sentirmi dire ciò ke già sapevi..ciò ke già ti avevo detto..nn è una parola difficile..è un monosillabo..no..ke le ragioni siano stupide x te nn lo metto in dubbio..ma nn posso sentirmi in colpa x qll ke tu hai già definito sciokkezze..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma allora se sn sciokkezze..xkè tnt impegno?? xkè tnt fatica x far valere le tue ragioni..ke poi..avesse parlato lui in persona..ma no..no..anke qst è tr difficile..i genitori!! un pomeriggio sl cn l'intento di convincerli..tt qst sl x farli litigare tr loro..senza ke nessuno si spostasse dalla posizione di partenza..bn!! evviva gli adulti!! ma xkè a 18/19 anni sn stati messi in mezzo i genitori..mi fa tnt di bambini delle elementari..uffi..almeno io ho provato a parlare..ma a qnt pare anke qll ke ho detto nn andava bn a voi..da qnd qst è una relazione a 3?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anke io sn stanca..nn sei l'unico..anke io mi sn divisa..magari nn in 4..in 2..ma ho faticato x far convivere le 2 cs a cui tengo + al mondo..senza successo a qnt pare..va bhe nn sn mai stata brava!! nn sn multitasking cm i computer..ke posso farci?! sn fatta così..e nn posso rinunciare alla mia vita..ai sogni di una vita..x dedicarmi completamente a te..nn posso..nn voglio..nn ora almeno..più avanti..ma nn ora.. e nn dovresti farlo neanke tu..ma ke senso ha dirlo ancora una volta?! tnt tu la pensi diversamente..e va bn..ma ora basta..pietra sopra..x la seconda volta! &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/460480719004738120-7318047320054522915?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1xoZVExMpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/unY3dp31YIY/s72-c/skztw1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8531190687848891318</id><published>2007-12-07T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:13:25.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma qnt bn nn si sta a casa?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aah ke bello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stamattina mi sn svegliata alle 11..nn è un record ma almeno ho dormito quasi 12 h..e nn succedeva da qst'estate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq in qst periodo si sta tr bene al calduccio tra le coperte..mentre fuori fa freddo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;poi colazione/pranzo..tranquillo..senza fretta una volta tnt..e x una volta nn da sl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pomeriggio in giro x milano..ah ke bello sentire l'aria natalizia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;luci..alberi..canzoni (stupide!)..il teatrino degli elfi (pervertiti!)..e la pista di ghiaccio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uff..voglia di pattinare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la sera tt davanti alla tv..altro wow..a guardare l'ultima puntata di zelig..anke lì l'aria natalizia si sente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bn bn ..nn vedo l'ora ke sia natale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;riposo..tesina..e ancora riposo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8531190687848891318?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8531190687848891318/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8531190687848891318' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8531190687848891318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8531190687848891318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/ma-qnt-bn-nn-si-sta-casa.html' title='ma qnt bn nn si sta a casa?!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8347203410159102916</id><published>2007-12-05T00:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:36:03.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ki l'ha detto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1XkEFExMmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mEIqxA2IVww/s1600-h/liberta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140265308446077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1XkEFExMmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mEIqxA2IVww/s400/liberta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"THE HARDEST THING IN THIS WORLD IS TO LIVE IN IT"&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/460480719004738120-8347203410159102916?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8347203410159102916/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8347203410159102916' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6251033154584074821</id><published>2007-12-05T00:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:47:51.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ok..non è nulla..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi sono innamorata xkè nn mi sentivo giudicata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si..la rima è veramente triste..ma ke volete..sarà l'ora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò è sintetica ed espriime bn il concetto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn mi era mai successo..di innamorarmi.. ho sempre pensato ke 'amore' fosse solo una parola.. una di qll ke si usano obbligatoriamente dp un pò ke si sta insieme..una parola cm tnt.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho sempre sostenuto ke nn faceva x me..ke nn si può essere maturi alla mia età..nn si può essere capaci di amare veramente qlcn..con gli oggetti è più facile..ma nn è amore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fondo nn mi interessava..era una parola..e una parola nn cambia proprio niente..figurarsi la vita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eppure qnd meno me lo aspettavo è successo..ci sn caduta anke io!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;per la prima volta in 18 anni nn mi sono sentita giudicata dal mondo..mi sn sentita libera di parlare, di esprimere tt qll ke sentivo..dalle cs + stupide a qll + importanti..mi sn innamorata x la 1a volta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn trovo un altro modo x dirlo..e così è ripetitivo..ma nn ero giudicata..punto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x la prima volta nn mi è importato di tt il resto..nn mi è + importato di qll ke pensava 'il mondo' di me..ho pensato 'se cìè qst ki se ne frega del resto!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cs ke un mese prima se la sentivo dire a qlche amica mi mettevo a ridere!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e ora..nn lo so..ho smesso di sentirmi libera forse............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma xkè??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140265991345877618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1Xkr1ExMnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oGRnoIykvP0/s200/lonelyangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e ora..ora mi sento giudicata..di nuovo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà un periodo..ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà ke sn nervosa..ok!!..lo sn sempre stata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà ke sn stanca e stressata..eh va bhe..è vero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà ke..magari..il mio nulla nn è il suo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà ke sn in grado di gestire la mia vita e nn ho bisogno di sentirmi dire cm fare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà ke.. magari nn mi importa..&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-6251033154584074821?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6251033154584074821/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6251033154584074821' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6251033154584074821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6251033154584074821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/oknon-nulla.html' title='ok..non è nulla..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1Xkr1ExMnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oGRnoIykvP0/s72-c/lonelyangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5823543047052056377</id><published>2007-12-03T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:28:24.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forza!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1R0cFExMjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7Dygm_Rontg/s1600-R/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139861100483916338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1R0cFExMjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xUjyYZDlSg8/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bisogna trovare la forza di rialzarsi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qnd si scivola..qnd si cade..qnd smbra ke il mondo ti crolli addossi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bisogna troare la forza e il coraggio di rialzarsi e andare avanti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;suu piccolo bambi alzati!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-5823543047052056377?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1R0cFExMjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xUjyYZDlSg8/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4965073547390177398</id><published>2007-12-03T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:31:44.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FeRmAtE iL mOnDo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1RysVExMhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q3P9n0k9BBw/s1600-R/glitteryourway-33bee1e0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Generate Your Own Glitter Graphics @ GlitterYourWay.com - Image hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/6685/glitteryourway6307b0eevo9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1RyslExMiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3cJE_80Lgso/s1600-R/glitteryourway-e672dc6c.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Generate Your Own Glitter Graphics @ GlitterYourWay.com - Image hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/9272/glitteryourway5c323810va0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uff..a volte è proprio dura stare al mondo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lui continua a girare a girare..senza mai fermarsi e voltarsi a guardare se ci sei ancora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tnt a lui ke importa..continuerà ad andare avanti cn o senza di te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e intanto tu sei lì..ke cerki di stargli dietro..di seguire il suo corso..col fiatone x lo sforzo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma a volte è difficile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x me a volte è impossibile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma nn mi arrendo così facilmente..sn sopravvissuta a cs peggiori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-4965073547390177398?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4965073547390177398/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4965073547390177398' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4965073547390177398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1L1l1ExMgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QmdqcpVcybs/s400/onde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8396987171233180222?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8396987171233180222/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8396987171233180222' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8396987171233180222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8396987171233180222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1L1l1ExMgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QmdqcpVcybs/s72-c/onde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3951315988071568739</id><published>2007-12-02T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:11:14.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"il desiderio ci lascia col cuore infranto, ci esaurisce..il desiderio può distruggerci la vita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma x quanto si possa volere qlcs..le xsn ke soffrono di più sono qll ke nn sanno ke cosa vogliono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rtoppo spesso le cose ke desideri di più sono quelle ke nn puoi avere.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1L1JVExMfI/AAAAAAAAANw/obtmU9RMtqI/s1600-R/i_sogni_son_desideri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139439665407930866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1L1JVExMfI/AAAAAAAAANw/OpXSZO5RRh0/s320/i_sogni_son_desideri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-3951315988071568739?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3951315988071568739/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3951315988071568739' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3951315988071568739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3951315988071568739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1L1JVExMfI/AAAAAAAAANw/OpXSZO5RRh0/s72-c/i_sogni_son_desideri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4539479169802782104</id><published>2007-12-02T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:02:05.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..ultima puntata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..a un certo punto forse accettiamo ke il sogno sia diventato un incubo, diciamo a noi stessi ke la realtà è migliore...ci convinciamo ke sia meglio non sognare affatto, ma i + forti tra noi restano attaccati ai loro sogni, oppure c troviamo di fronte a un nuovo sogno ke nn avevamo mai preso in considerazione..ci svegliamo per ritrovarci, contro ogni previsione, speranzosi e se siamo fortunati, ci rendiamo conto, nonostante tutto, nonostante la vita, ke il vero sogno è qll di essere capaci di sognare...ancora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-4539479169802782104?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4539479169802782104/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4539479169802782104' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B7SlExMeI/AAAAAAAAANo/9qfB8zlVrSU/s1600-R/i87894730976707qz.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138742733949710818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B7SlExMeI/AAAAAAAAANo/3uwZIg7ArNs/s200/i87894730976707qz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B7SlExMeI/AAAAAAAAANo/9qfB8zlVrSU/s1600-R/i87894730976707qz.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138742733949710818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B7SlExMeI/AAAAAAAAANo/3uwZIg7ArNs/s200/i87894730976707qz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derek&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meredith..io ti amo.. nn lo vedi?! nn lo capisci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sei l'amore della mia vita, non posso lasciarti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma tu mi lasci continuamente, te ne vai qnd vuoi, torni qnd vuoi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn lo fai cn tt, nn lo fai con i tuoi amici, solo cn me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quindi voglio chiederti: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se nn vedi un futuro per noi..se non sei coinvolta..ti prego, ti prego lasciami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xkè io nn ce la faccio..metti fine al mio dolore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-83948123389384309?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B7SlExMeI/AAAAAAAAANo/3uwZIg7ArNs/s72-c/i87894730976707qz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2414588342342477593</id><published>2007-11-30T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:01:25.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momenti soli...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138741200646386130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B55VExMdI/AAAAAAAAANg/HZft058SgUg/s200/solitudine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dimmi se anche tu alle volte vuoi restare solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senza più pensare a ciò che hai fatto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ciò che hai detto ieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C’è sempre qualcuno intorno pronto a giudicarti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma non c’è nessuno che capisce i tuoi momenti soli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nove volte su dieci la mia vita sta in piedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma una volta su dieci tutto cade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cerco un posto nascosto per capire me stesso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nel silenzio profondo trovo pace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dimmi se anche tu alle volte sbagli direzione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credi di essere arrivato e che non ti serve niente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivi tra brillanti falsi e fuochi d’artificio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E alla fine ciò che hai in mano è solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un gioco di prestigio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otto volte su dieci la mia vita sta in piedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma due volte su dieci tutto cade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Non ho voglia di gente l’orologio si spegne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tra i profumi d’incenso trovo pace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lasciami così posato solo e abbandonato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ritornerò più forte e più sensibile di prima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C’è sempre qualcuno intorno pronto a giudicarti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma non c’è nessuno che capisce i tuoi momenti soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dimmi se anche tu alle volte vuoi restare solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senza più pensare a ciò che hai fatto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ciò che hai detto ieri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C’è sempre qualcuno intorno pronto a giudicarti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma non c’è nessuno che capisce i tuoi momenti soli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dimmi se anche tu alle volte vuoi restare solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senza più pensare a ciò che hai fatto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ciò che hai detto ieri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Momenti soli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C’è sempre qualcuno intorno pronto a giudicarti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma non c’è nessuno che capisce i tuoi momenti soli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sette volte su dieci la mia vita sta in piedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma tre volte su dieci…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paolo Meneguzzi&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-2414588342342477593?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2414588342342477593/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2414588342342477593' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2414588342342477593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2414588342342477593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/momenti-soli.html' title='Momenti soli...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R1B55VExMdI/AAAAAAAAANg/HZft058SgUg/s72-c/solitudine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8736077307701700459</id><published>2007-11-29T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:47:52.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..incredibile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R09AnWjId8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/zDS-jzapZV8/s1600-h/glitteryourway-c950affb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138396744665036738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R09AnWjId8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/zDS-jzapZV8/s400/glitteryourway-c950affb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R09AnGjId7I/AAAAAAAAANI/IAv3y679d68/s1600-h/glitteryourway-76b74dbb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138396740370069426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R09AnGjId7I/AAAAAAAAANI/IAv3y679d68/s400/glitteryourway-76b74dbb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qlcn ci avrebbe scommesso?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io nn credo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ti amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: gg xò nn hai neanke provato a vincerla la scommessa..hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma bravo! e poi ti addormenti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8736077307701700459?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8736077307701700459/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8736077307701700459' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8736077307701700459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R03VzGjId6I/AAAAAAAAANA/F6KuZhev3Cs/s1600-h/aa16.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137997823807616930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R03VzGjId6I/AAAAAAAAANA/F6KuZhev3Cs/s400/aa16.gif" 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/460480719004738120-808522456031499798?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/808522456031499798/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=808522456031499798' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/808522456031499798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/808522456031499798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R03VzGjId6I/AAAAAAAAANA/F6KuZhev3Cs/s72-c/aa16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7369829220050510599</id><published>2007-11-28T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:55:03.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>principio degli opposti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R03VXWjId5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XJltKszrTiE/s1600-h/sweet_kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137997347066247058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R03VXWjId5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XJltKszrTiE/s200/sweet_kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mattinata devastante!!!!!!!!! e nn dico altro..mi lamento tr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pomeriggio bellissimo!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi ci voleva x distrarmi un pò..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAI VINTO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe ogni tnt..nn pox sempre vincerle io le scommesse..è faticoso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e poi in fondo nn avresti resistito molto + a lungo..sn stata tr buona..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7369829220050510599?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7369829220050510599/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7369829220050510599' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7369829220050510599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7369829220050510599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/principio-degli-opposti.html' title='principio degli opposti..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R03VXWjId5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XJltKszrTiE/s72-c/sweet_kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7160016763403447626</id><published>2007-11-27T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:05:46.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>modalità terza prova: on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0wkE2jId4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/aPQI9EjDgkQ/s1600-h/tempo-do-relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137520940703840130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0wkE2jId4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/aPQI9EjDgkQ/s200/tempo-do-relogio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cm diceva una volta una certa xsn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già..on..x modo di dire..pomeriggio passato sui libri..ke allegria!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l'unica cs ke mi consola è ke dmn a qst'ora sarà tt finito..starò gustando la cioccolata del mio amore..(senza panna!)..e poi nn farò niente x mooltooo tempo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7160016763403447626?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7160016763403447626/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7160016763403447626' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7160016763403447626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7160016763403447626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/modalit-terza-prova-on.html' title='modalità terza prova: on'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0wkE2jId4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/aPQI9EjDgkQ/s72-c/tempo-do-relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5302040882017912389</id><published>2007-11-26T20:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:28:13.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Makettenerooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma ke dolce il mio amore gg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai anke mentito x me..cos'era la prima volta!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dovevi vedere ke faccia avevi..qnd hai detto ke nn ero in casa..nn era mica tnt difficile in fondo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò nn pensavo ke lo facessi sul serio...ke teneroo!! nn l'aveva mai fatto nessuno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e hai anke comprato..qll roba.. x me....ma mi spieghi cm ti è venuto in mente?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dillo ke è stata la fragola a ispirarti.....................................skerzo..nn mi odiare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post tt dedicato a te..sei contento?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;così la finisci d dire ke nn ho tempo x te!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soprattutto dp oggi..visto ke avevo 1000 cs da fare e nn ho fatto niente x stare cn te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lamentati se hai il coraggio!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e ora nn rieco a combinare niente..a parte scrivere qst c**e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a proposito di gg..certo ke le parole 'andiamo di là' portano proprio sfortuna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qnt figure d m.. sto collezionando ultimamente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lasciamo perdere.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piccola fatina?! fammi una magia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fai andare bn la terza prova mercoledì..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;altrimenti mi sa ke nn mi vedi più...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0sd5mjId3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SGf-XB7UCYg/s1600-h/173md_621903_09_17_sogno_scala_tamoni_05_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137232675383834482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0sd5mjId3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SGf-XB7UCYg/s200/173md_621903_09_17_sogno_scala_tamoni_05_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;altra nota: la prox volta giokiamo a carte..hai promesso!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò ra ke ci penso tu nn sai fare quasi nessun gioco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uff..va bhe ripieghiamo su qlcs'altro..tipo luxor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bacionee&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/460480719004738120-5302040882017912389?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5302040882017912389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5302040882017912389' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5302040882017912389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5302040882017912389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/makettenerooo.html' title='Makettenerooo!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0sd5mjId3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SGf-XB7UCYg/s72-c/173md_621903_09_17_sogno_scala_tamoni_05_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3344216965897745033</id><published>2007-11-25T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:19:05.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1% devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0lzzGjId2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ULhRfAFeOE/s1600-h/text_miscellaneous_643.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136764171761252194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0lzzGjId2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ULhRfAFeOE/s400/text_miscellaneous_643.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-3344216965897745033?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3344216965897745033/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3344216965897745033' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3344216965897745033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3344216965897745033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_25.html' title='1% devil'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0lzzGjId2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ULhRfAFeOE/s72-c/text_miscellaneous_643.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2485126282209863693</id><published>2007-11-25T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:09:16.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e va bhe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alla fine niente pattinaggio..e niente trinnale..&lt;br /&gt;potrei dire uff..ma infondo è colpa mia!!&lt;br /&gt;io avevo voglia di andarci..è tnt ke nn faccio qlcs di diverso dal solito..xò..ero tr stancaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;e cmq alla fine mi sn buttata a letto alle 2.00..dp aver passato il pomeriggio intero cn il mio amore..qndi salvo piccoli e trascurabili imprevisti di vario genere..tt bn!!&lt;br /&gt;e gg pomeriggio blindata in casa.............ke pallleeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;ma da mercoledì..ihih ..da mercoledì pausa!! di una settimana almeno..&lt;br /&gt;dv recuperare tt qll ke nn ho fatto fino ad ora..insieme a te..&lt;br /&gt;e fra un mese esatto finalemente è Natale!! bnbnbn...&lt;br /&gt;si prospetta un bel programma ^^..da mercoledì in poi ovviamente ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-2485126282209863693?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2485126282209863693/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2485126282209863693' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2485126282209863693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2485126282209863693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-va-bhe.html' title='e va bhe...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5450324785591400241</id><published>2007-11-22T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:09:59.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..programmi?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0XoOGjId1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/JHAHLotwDBI/s1600-h/19107_463894_pattinaggio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766279059699538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0XoOGjId1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/JHAHLotwDBI/s200/19107_463894_pattinaggio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, grazie!...qst settimana nn posso fare programmi..&lt;br /&gt;ho 1000 cs in mente..ma nn ho il tempo di farle tt..&lt;br /&gt;fra poco ho la simulazione di 3a prova e se va male mi uccidono..&lt;br /&gt;uffiuffiuffi&lt;br /&gt;prevedo tt settimana ''ad ammuffire sui libri''..ma ke belloo&lt;br /&gt;xò sabato stacco..andiamo a pattinare!&lt;br /&gt;hihi mi farò risate..&lt;br /&gt;aspetta..ma io mi ricordo cm si pattina?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-5450324785591400241?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5450324785591400241/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5450324785591400241' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5450324785591400241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5450324785591400241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/programmi.html' title='..programmi?!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0XoOGjId1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/JHAHLotwDBI/s72-c/19107_463894_pattinaggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3874539643470939411</id><published>2007-11-22T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:05:23.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0Xg7GjId0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Si69D32ZhHA/s1600-h/patrickheader6wt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135758256060790594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0Xg7GjId0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Si69D32ZhHA/s200/patrickheader6wt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spesso le cs nn ricordi sono qll ke vuoi dimenticare.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-3874539643470939411?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3874539643470939411/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3874539643470939411' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3874539643470939411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3874539643470939411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0Xg7GjId0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Si69D32ZhHA/s72-c/patrickheader6wt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8371851357833841095</id><published>2007-11-22T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:03:15.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0XgcmjIdzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tYJhqfJnuN8/s1600-h/kristen-bell-pulse-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135757732074780466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0XgcmjIdzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tYJhqfJnuN8/s200/kristen-bell-pulse-before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La fiducia la dai alle persone ke ami..ma le xsn ke la meritano davvero sn qll ke ti stanno accanto anke qnd nn le ami abbastanza..&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/460480719004738120-8371851357833841095?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8371851357833841095/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8371851357833841095' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2501546437579869713</id><published>2007-11-20T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:33:59.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma si..oggi..si..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0Ngg2jIdyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qpjADYTozuY/s1600-h/animation72pl5vl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135054117647447842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0Ngg2jIdyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qpjADYTozuY/s400/animation72pl5vl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già..ogni tnt va bene..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e sn sempre più senza parole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/460480719004738120-2501546437579869713?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2501546437579869713/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2501546437579869713' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2501546437579869713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0IWemjIdxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jz8dhN9WMA4/s1600-h/prod541139329bqhd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134691240155576082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0IWemjIdxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jz8dhN9WMA4/s400/prod541139329bqhd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-1608295183561935662?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1608295183561935662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=1608295183561935662' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1608295183561935662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/1608295183561935662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0IWemjIdxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jz8dhN9WMA4/s72-c/prod541139329bqhd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7480297759787738488</id><published>2007-11-19T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:23:43.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma..ma..maa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0HisWjIdwI/AAAAAAAAALw/0lIuPYqdlMc/s1600-h/amore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134634301774132994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0HisWjIdwI/AAAAAAAAALw/0lIuPYqdlMc/s200/amore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0HieGjIdvI/AAAAAAAAALo/04bKU7DU8gg/s1600-h/amore.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uff..certo ke a volte il mondo è proprio strano..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;le xsn migliori sn qll ke hanno sofferto di più..&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-7480297759787738488?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7480297759787738488/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7480297759787738488' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7480297759787738488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7480297759787738488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/mamamaa.html' title='Ma..ma..maa..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0HisWjIdwI/AAAAAAAAALw/0lIuPYqdlMc/s72-c/amore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5671105764786773676</id><published>2007-11-18T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:19:41.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>le ingiustizie della vita..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tra ieri e oggi..nn so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miei programmi sn stati letteralmente demoliti dal mondo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn è giusto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ieri avrei dovuto studiare nel pome e passare la serata col mio amore..e invece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;invece pome a cercare di farmi perdonare xkè c siamo visti poco qst settimana..e la prossima ancora meno!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ke palle..proprio qst'anno dovevo incontrarti?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn è giusto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e poi la serata a cena con i miei parenti..e poi al famosissssimo Rolling di Legnano..ah bè.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ke vuoi di più dalla vita?! e pensare ke potevamo starcene a casa da soli tt la sera...ufff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qlcnA di mia conoscenza è in debito di ben 2 sere....e nn dico altro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e da qnd mio fratello beve?! mah..qui stiamo proprio degenerando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e gg?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passato a casa in teoria a studiare..in pratica a pensare a qnt manca a venerdì..anzi mercoledì 28..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dpdikè prometto ke sarò reperibile in qlsiasi momento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e andiamo a pattinare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq..proprio un bel periodo..nn c'è ke dire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prima o poi finisce..vero???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pregasi risposta affermativa..è l'unica ke potrei sopportare)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0CsKmjIduI/AAAAAAAAALg/UytpMBJliwk/s1600-h/scuola4fn.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134292873348937442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0CsKmjIduI/AAAAAAAAALg/UytpMBJliwk/s200/scuola4fn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/460480719004738120-5671105764786773676?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5671105764786773676/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5671105764786773676' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5671105764786773676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5671105764786773676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-ingiustizoe-della-vita.html' title='le ingiustizie della vita..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R0CsKmjIduI/AAAAAAAAALg/UytpMBJliwk/s72-c/scuola4fn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5175040734961934809</id><published>2007-11-16T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:01:41.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dmn è sabatooo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lo so..nn è certo un'affermazione intelligente..della serie i miei neuroni sn emigrati al polo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è x dire ke dmn FINALMENTE è sabato..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dp 7 gg di agonia..la settimana è finita..x fortuna xkè peggio di così..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq..a parte tt..mi piace il sabato..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mette fine alla settimana di scuola..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il gg dp è domenica..altra affermazione intelligente!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inteso cm si può dormire fino a mezzogiorno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabato vuol dire 4h di scuola invece ke 6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vuol dire patatine fritte a pranzo..patatine e nient'altro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vuol dire pomeriggio passato a fare niente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuori, in casa, cn qualcuno, sola..ki se ne frega..l'importante è nn fare niente di utile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dv dire ke mi riesce particolarmente bn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vuol dire serata fuori..cn o senza programmi..&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rz2-XmjIdtI/AAAAAAAAALY/0DRotgQvcO4/s1600-h/diddl15.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133468462966404818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rz2-XmjIdtI/AAAAAAAAALY/0DRotgQvcO4/s200/diddl15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o al peggio a cena da mia nonna..ma qst implica guidare per 60km..alla media dei 70 km/h tt su strada extraurbana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si lo so nn è cm dire vado in autostrada a 130 all'ora e me la meno..ma x una ke ha la patente da un mese gg (!!!!!) mi accontento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cmq dmn è sabato..l'ultimo in cui posso nn fare niente prima della simulazione di terza prova..nella quale distruggerò completamente la mia scarsa media..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq dmn nn faccio niente..e nn vedo l'ora ke sia dmn!!!&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/460480719004738120-5175040734961934809?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5175040734961934809/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5175040734961934809' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5175040734961934809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5175040734961934809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/dmn-sabatooo.html' title='dmn è sabatooo!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rz2-XmjIdtI/AAAAAAAAALY/0DRotgQvcO4/s72-c/diddl15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3904298371095798690</id><published>2007-11-15T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:44:28.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rz26wGjIdsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pC8tOx1FrfA/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133464485826688706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rz26wGjIdsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pC8tOx1FrfA/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzyL02jIdrI/AAAAAAAAALE/bw6Xt9sBIV8/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-3904298371095798690?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3904298371095798690/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3904298371095798690' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3904298371095798690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3904298371095798690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/kiss-me_6189.html' title='kiss me'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rz26wGjIdsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pC8tOx1FrfA/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4475877236490474006</id><published>2007-11-15T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:09:50.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alone..again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzyLH2jIdqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NBnIivhV0S4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133130642313737890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzyLH2jIdqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NBnIivhV0S4/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un anno dp..se fosse andata diveramente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn è stato così..tt cambia..tt continua a cambiare sotto il mio naso..ma io nn riesco più a stargli dietro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;una volta ero un camaleonte..mi adattavo a tt..doppiogiokista fino in fondo..egoista cm poke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn me ne è mai importato niente degli altri...perchè a loro nn importava niente di me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bene..mi adeguavo..a ogni situazione..senza il minimo problema..e poi ki se ne frega del resto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn mi sn mai accontentata di niente..e ho lottato sempre..fino in fondo x avere di più..di meglio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;poi qlcs è cambiato ancora..alle superiori..il mondo ha iniziato a considerarmi e tt è venuto di conseguenza..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amici..ragazzi..ecc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quasi incredibile..nn potevo crederci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi c sn abituata in fretta a qst cambiamento..tr in fretta..senza problemi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma ora il percorso inverso è difficile..tr difficile anke x me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho smesso di cambiare..ora sn così..mi sn bloccata 4 mesi fa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma nn va bn..nn funziona tt cm dovrebbe..cm vorrei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dv ricominciare a lottare..xkè ancora nn ho tt qll ke desidero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ne ho una parte..ho l'unica cs ke nn avrei mai pensato di poter avere..nn io..nn così facilmente..nn adesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ho l'amore..l'unica cs ke nn mai considerato..volevo tt..volevo il mondo..ma qst nn me lo spettavo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e mi sn bloccata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma nn è giusto..nn è sano x me..fermarmi qui..nn è tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;voglio ancora di più..e bloccandomi nn mi sn accorta ke qlcs stava cambiando ancora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i 'progressi' degli ultimi anni sn sfumati..nn è colpa mia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt cambia..tutti migliorano..ma io sn rimasta ferma..dv ricominciare a lottare..voglio migliorare anke io!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt sn diventatio egoisti..io lo ero già e ho smesso di esserlo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ora sn di nuovo sl..dv abituarmi ad avere sempre tt contro..cm una volta..cm alle medie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rivoglio qll ke ero..ma cn qlcs in più!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qst è la mia battaglia contro il mondo..&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/460480719004738120-4475877236490474006?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4475877236490474006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4475877236490474006' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4475877236490474006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4475877236490474006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/aloneagain.html' title='alone..again..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzyLH2jIdqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NBnIivhV0S4/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-4492087686096481705</id><published>2007-11-14T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:15:14.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sempre a proposito d tentazioni..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzov-BTeswI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oZ4RgK5SHQE/s1600-h/latentazionecp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132467467890635522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzov-BTeswI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oZ4RgK5SHQE/s400/latentazionecp8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzovxhTesvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PigoCw7kano/s1600-h/latentazionecp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-4492087686096481705?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4492087686096481705/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=4492087686096481705' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4492087686096481705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/4492087686096481705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/sempre-proposito-d-tentazioni.html' title='sempre a proposito d tentazioni..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzov-BTeswI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oZ4RgK5SHQE/s72-c/latentazionecp8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-9203649616511063391</id><published>2007-11-13T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:17:57.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>non so resistere alle tentazioni..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh già..ma chi sa farlo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dmn ho una verifica di storia dell'arte su tt il neoclassicismo..architettura in particolare.. bello eh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;programma + logico: tt il gg sul libro a studiare....ssiiii ceeerto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il &lt;strong&gt;mio&lt;/strong&gt; programma: veronica mars dalle 15 alle 16..1h scarsa di studio..conversazioni varie su msn ( sempre nei momenti meno opporutni m cerca la gente?!) mentre cerco di copiare gli appunti cn un risultato da tralasciare..e poi..dalle 18 alle 22 (!!) a buccinasco-assago a vedere Alice che balla in diretta su nn so + quale canale..e rifarmi gli okki nello spogliatoio..mm altro ke arte.............................la danza..mica i ballerini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe qst è la scusa ufficiale..e cmq tua sorella la odio, è tr brava..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in realtà il motivo x cui nn ho studiato..e continuo a nn farlo.. è un'Altro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cm faccio a resistere alla tentazione di vederti tt i gg anke se so ke dv studiare?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe infatti alla fine nn studio mai..e i risultati si vedono kiaramente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma in fondo lo dice anke Wilde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132465737018815202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzouZRTesuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w9Ju0MrH9jM/s200/temptationhw6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok..se lo dice lui..xò le mie 30 pagine di arte sn sempre lì..e dmn?? bhe, cm qlcn..uno a caso..ben sa..ho il mio metodo x prendere 8 lo stesso..mi sa ke lo applicoo.....magari anke sabato pome.. hihi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certo ke alla fine bisogna sempre rinunciare a qlcs..xkè entrambe le cs nn si riescono a fare..almeno..io nn ci riesco..rinunciare alla media più alta, all'amicizia, all'amore, all'orgoglio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uff..nn è giusto!! voglio il dono dell'ubiquità..tnt me ovunque sempre pronte a rompere le palle a kiunque..&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/460480719004738120-9203649616511063391?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/9203649616511063391/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=9203649616511063391' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/9203649616511063391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/9203649616511063391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/non-so-resistere-alle-tentazioni.html' title='non so resistere alle tentazioni..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzouZRTesuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w9Ju0MrH9jM/s72-c/temptationhw6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2901046813801968717</id><published>2007-11-12T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:23:27.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e invece no..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjEBBTestI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nhbP7b6uia8/s1600-h/84.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132067297197732562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjEBBTestI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nhbP7b6uia8/s200/84.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da una parola aramaica traducibile con "padrona di casa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Donna decisa e sempre in movimento, diventa talvolta una provocatrice: ma solo perché desidera essere amata così come è veramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Onomastico&lt;/span&gt;: 24 luglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Santo patrono&lt;/span&gt;: La sorella di Lazzaro miracolosamente resuscitata da Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Segno zodiacale&lt;/span&gt;: Ariete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Personaggi celebri&lt;/span&gt;: Marta Marzotto e la narratrice Marta Morazzoni...( scusate ma ki sn??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Numero portafuna&lt;/span&gt;: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colore&lt;/span&gt;: bianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pietra&lt;/span&gt;: Diamante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Metallo&lt;/span&gt;: Argento&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-2901046813801968717?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2901046813801968717/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2901046813801968717' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2901046813801968717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2901046813801968717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-invece-no.html' title='e invece no..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjEBBTestI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nhbP7b6uia8/s72-c/84.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-407036446190856684</id><published>2007-11-12T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:19:30.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ok..l'ultima cavolata..promesso!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cancro con Bilancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sebbene siano uno un segno d'acque e l'altro d'Aria, nell'unione tra Cancro e Bilancia si posso&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjDIxTessI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AUJ3vMcWirc/s1600-h/-garfield2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132066330830090946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjDIxTessI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AUJ3vMcWirc/s200/-garfield2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no riscontrare qualità comuni; questo grazie all'influenza della Luna, che governa il Cancro, e di Venere, che governa la Bilancia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambedue i segni si rivelano teneri con il partner, a cui sono legati anche da comuni interessi per le arti. Nella loro relazione, la Bilancia gradisce ampiamente la lealtà, la sincerità e la fedeltà che il Cancro le riserva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Compatibilità tra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SERPENTE&lt;/span&gt; (Data di Nascita: 04/07/1989) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DRAGO&lt;/span&gt; (Data di Nascita: 11/10/1988)&lt;br /&gt;La fortuna del Drago e l'intuizione del Serpente daranno origine a una coppia vincente, con buone possibilita' di riuscita. Anche la loro relazione fisica sara' piacevole e appagante per entrambi. La loro compatibilita' generale e' &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-407036446190856684?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/407036446190856684/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=407036446190856684' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/407036446190856684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/407036446190856684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/oklultima-cavolatapromesso.html' title='ok..l&apos;ultima cavolata..promesso!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjDIxTessI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AUJ3vMcWirc/s72-c/-garfield2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2164459249421710092</id><published>2007-11-12T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:09:38.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nn c credo..ma è divertente!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzi_tBTespI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EFQJ6z4iEUY/s1600-h/71ddc8eb99795546d8991f86e6e86473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132062555553837714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzi_tBTespI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EFQJ6z4iEUY/s200/71ddc8eb99795546d8991f86e6e86473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Il Sole transita nel &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;approssimativamente tra il &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22 Giugno e il 22 Luglio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Il pianeta dominante è la Luna, l'elemento è l'acqua, la qualità è cardinale.&lt;br /&gt;Il Cancro possiede una sensibilita' straordinaria. Tale sensibilita' deriva, in primo luogo, dalla sua natura di segno d'Acqua. In secondo luogo, e' dominato dalla Luna, che lo rende eccezionalmente emotivo. E' molto legato alle proprie basi. Difficilmente si allontana troppo dalla famiglia d'origine e dagli amici piu' fidati. Spesso viene accusato di essere capriccioso: in realta', la sua incostanza deriva da una certa sfiducia nell'oggi.&lt;br /&gt;Difatti, il Cancro e' fortemente attratto dal passato. Non gli e' facile vivere con serenita' nel presente, in cui si sente spesso smarrito.&lt;br /&gt;La grande sensibilita' del Cancro si riflette in una chiara propensione a vivere una vita tranquilla, in cui sa dare un certo grado di sicurezza. Non ha grandissima ambizione, sul lavoro o nello studio. Compie il proprio dovere con dovizia, ma non fa mai l'errore di strafare. Il Cancro riesce, in questo modo, a mantenere gli aspetti professionali e quelli affettivi completamente separati, il che favorisce la stabilita' della sua famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;Il Cancro ha una memoria straordinaria, aiutata dalla propria attenzione al tempo perduto. Spesso, pero', viene considerato lamentoso, perche' non si sente a suo agio nell'oggi e non ne fa mistero.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjAnRTesqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IZQLoBd1gyA/s1600-h/Diddle-kreeft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132063556281217698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzjAnRTesqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IZQLoBd1gyA/s320/Diddle-kreeft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In realta', ha solo bisogno di piu' tempo degli altri segni per apprezzare appieno quello che la vita gli concede!&lt;br /&gt;Il segno del Cancro corrisponde alla parte alta dell'addome e al sistema digestivo, oltre che all'occhio sinistro. Puo' soffrire di problemi gastrici o addirittura di intossicazioni da cibo. L'attenzione alla qualita' dell'alimentazione deve essere massima.&lt;br /&gt;L'insicurezza del Cancro puo' influenzare anche il suo modo d'amare. E' fedele e mette la coppia e, a maggior ragione, la famiglia sopra di tutto. Tuttavia, ha bisogno di avere continue conferme dalla persona amata. E' per questo motivo che ha la tendenza a mettere continuamente alla prova il partner. Per andare d'accordo con un Cancro, non bisogna, per converso, dargli tutte le sicurezze. Bisogna lasciargli sempre un margine di dubbio che lo stuzzichi e tenga vivo il suo interesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rappresentanti importanti di questo segno sono&lt;/span&gt;:Alessandro Magno, Giulio Cesare, Marcel Proust, Ernest Hemingway, Giorgio Armani, Lady Diana Spencer, George W. Bush, Tom Hanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colore da portare&lt;/span&gt;: il bianco, simbolo di idealismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pietra Portafortuna&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oroscopi.com/pietre/pietrecancro.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;la perla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Metallo&lt;/span&gt;: l'argento che richiama il colore dei raggi lunari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fiore&lt;/span&gt;: la ninfea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Giorno favorevole&lt;/span&gt;: il lunedì, giorno della Luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oroscopo Cinese&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzi73BTesmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DGT1Huq5pDA/s1600-h/snake.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132058329306018402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzi73BTesmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DGT1Huq5pDA/s200/snake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SERPENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nati del Serpente sono provvisti di un savoir-faire che li aiuta a gestire al meglio ogni circostanza e ad uscire con successo dalle difficoltà. Hanno un fascino a cui è difficile sottrarsi; ne sono consapevoli, tanto da avvalersene, a volte con cinismo e scarsa attenzione per i sentimenti degli altri, allo scopo di ottenere i loro obiettivi. Hanno una predilezione per la filosofia. Provano piacere quando tutto ruota intorno a loro. L'errore in cui possono incorrere è quello di mostrare poca modestia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Partner Ideali&lt;/span&gt;:Gallo o Bufalo. ( mi spiace Amore! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Serpenti Famosi&lt;/span&gt;:Kim Basinger, Randy Crawford, Bob Dylan, Greta Garbo, Art Garfunkel, Audrey Hepburn, Paul Hogan, Liz Hurley, Dean Martin, Robert Mitchum, Mike Oldfield, Ryan O'Neal, Brad Pitt, Brooke Shields, Paul Simon, Dionne Warwick, Virginia Woolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Numeri Fortunati&lt;/span&gt;:1, 2, 4, 6, 13, 24, 42 e 46.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gli Elementi dell'Oroscopo Cinese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloro che sono nati in un anno influenzato dalla Terra sono caratterizzati da una grande capacita' di sopportare elevati carichi di lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;Se adeguatamente motivati, sapranno raggiungere qualsiasi risultato. La pazienza e' una delle loro principali virtu' anche se, sorpassato il limite, lascia il posto a violenti scatti d'ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colore Associato&lt;/span&gt;:Marrone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/460480719004738120-2164459249421710092?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2164459249421710092/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2164459249421710092' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2164459249421710092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2164459249421710092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/nn-c-credoma-divertente.html' title='Nn c credo..ma è divertente!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzi_tBTespI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EFQJ6z4iEUY/s72-c/71ddc8eb99795546d8991f86e6e86473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7037441987490421244</id><published>2007-11-12T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:42:19.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzeTNxTeskI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XghvqR6p57o/s1600-h/allofthedreamsmz3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131732165194592834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzeTNxTeskI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XghvqR6p57o/s320/allofthedreamsmz3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzeTEhTesjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WZsINBzJqhQ/s1600-h/Cuori.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131732006280802866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzeTEhTesjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WZsINBzJqhQ/s320/Cuori.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7037441987490421244?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7037441987490421244/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7037441987490421244' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7037441987490421244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7037441987490421244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/belive.html' title='Belive..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzeTNxTeskI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XghvqR6p57o/s72-c/allofthedreamsmz3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6313460982466459056</id><published>2007-11-11T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:06:51.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Errare è umano..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già..è umano..ma ultimamente sn fin troppo umana..e commetto un errore dietro l'altro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;questione di nanosecondi..una porta ke si apre e si richiude..le mie imprecazioni..e poi scappo! lo faccio sempre..lo faccio x nn affrontare la vita..nn ne sn mai stata in grado..scappo x riflettere, x cancellare il dolore di quell'istante, x redermi conto di qnt è grave o meno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si, scappo sempre di fronte al dolore xkè nn sn in gardo di affrontarlo subito..dv prima elaborarlo..sfogarmi e pensare a mente lucida cm reagire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn sn emotivamente sensibile ( la ritengo l'offesa peggiore..kiunque lo dica)..nn lo sn mai stata..e posso dirlo cn sicurezza dp tt qll ke ho superato fino ad ora..sl ho bisogno di tempo..in fondo sn un UDCP..e nn fisicamente ma emotivamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da ieri sera cmq ho continui flashback..piccoli e dolorosi flashback..ke mi ricordano qnt sn stata stupida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si, questione di nanosecondi..ma in quel brevissimo tempo il suo sguardo nn mi è sfuggito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xkè gli okki sn veramente lo specchio dell'anima..negli okki si riesce a leggere veramente tt..stupore e delusione.. amore e compassione..dipende da ki si guarda e da cm si guarda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq nn riesco a cancellare qll sguardo..vorrei ma nn ci riesco..e poi sn sempre stata convinta ke cancellare i ricordi, in particolare i ricordi di errori compiuti, sia sl sbagliato..da un pò sostengo ke se dimentichi gli errori poi sei sl condannato a ripeterli!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq nn dimentico..sicuramente nn x ora..dovrei riuscire a scusarmi..ma le parole nn mi vengono..nn basterebbero..e nn esprimerebbero qll ke provo..e nn posso cambiare qll ke è successo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131614276932252178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzcn_xTeshI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1RQuvUWjI-s/s320/sorryLavAnimeBlonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cmq, odio dirlo, ma alla fine mio padre ha sempre ragione..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;essere innamorati nn vuol dire essere deficenti".. io lo sono stata..&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/460480719004738120-6313460982466459056?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6313460982466459056/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6313460982466459056' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6313460982466459056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6313460982466459056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/errare-umano.html' title='Errare è umano..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rzcn_xTeshI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1RQuvUWjI-s/s72-c/sorryLavAnimeBlonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-6138830478407958546</id><published>2007-11-10T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:13:54.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il MoNdO iNsIeMe A tE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forse non sarei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come sono adesso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse non avrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;questa forza addosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse non saprei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neanche fare un passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse crollerei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scivolando in basso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;invece tu sei qui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e mi hai dato tutto questo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e invece tu sei qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi hai rimesso al proprio posto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i più piccoli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pezzi della mia esistenza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;componendoli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dando loro una coerenza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come è bello il mondo insieme a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi sembra impossibile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;che tutto ciò che vedo c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da sempre solo che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io non sapevo come fare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;per guardare ciò che tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi fai vedere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come è grande il mondo insieme a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è come rinascere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e vedere finalmente che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rischiavo di perdere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mille miliardi e più di cose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se tu non mi avessi fatto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il dono di dividerle con me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse non avrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mai trovato un posto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse non potrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regalarti un gesto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse non saprei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neanche cosa è giusto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forse non sarei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neanche più rimasto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;invece tu sei qui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sei arrivata per restare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;invece tu sei qui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;non per prendere o lasciare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma per rendermi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ogni giorno un po' migliore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;insegnandomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la semplicità di amare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come è bello il mondo insieme a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi sembra impossibile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;che tutto ciò che vedo c'è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da sempre solo che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io non sapevo come fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;per guardare ciò che tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi fai vedere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come è grande il mondo insieme a te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è come rinascere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e vedere finalmente che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rischiavo di perdere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mille miliardi e più di cose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se tu non mi avessi fatto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il dono di dividerle con me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come è grande il mondo insieme a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è come rinascere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e vedere finalmente che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rischiavo di perdere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mille miliardi e più di cose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se tu non mi avessi fatto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il dono di dividerle con me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzZWVxTeseI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kuplxNF2rGA/s1600-h/18104446ut8ky0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131383757447541218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzZWVxTeseI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kuplxNF2rGA/s200/18104446ut8ky0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-6138830478407958546?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6138830478407958546/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=6138830478407958546' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6138830478407958546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/6138830478407958546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/il-mondo-insieme-te.html' title='Il MoNdO iNsIeMe A tE'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzZWVxTeseI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kuplxNF2rGA/s72-c/18104446ut8ky0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7833389091443740681</id><published>2007-11-09T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:29:28.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy..ieri sera..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzSlDhTescI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pKiIG9fJciI/s1600-h/2387262-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130907355380101570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzSlDhTescI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pKiIG9fJciI/s200/2387262-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"..io stavo nuotando, stavo lottando, poi ho pensato..solo per un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzSkcBTesbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8quzOZ6Hho8/s1600-h/2387262-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;secondo..ho pensato a ke scopo? e ho mollato, ho smesso di lottare.."&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/460480719004738120-7833389091443740681?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7833389091443740681/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7833389091443740681' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7833389091443740681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7833389091443740681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/greys-anatomyieri-sera.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy..ieri sera..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzSlDhTescI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pKiIG9fJciI/s72-c/2387262-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7698637669369713750</id><published>2007-11-08T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:23:48.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baastaaaa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;basta gg mi ci voleva proprio un pomeriggio così..passato cn te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in effetti era iniziata tr bn la giornata:mi sn svegliata stranamente riposata, ieri sn andata moolto stranamente a letto presto..e ho dormito cm un sasso tt la notte (hihi xkè IO ho dormito)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sn andata a scuola in makkina..arrivata perfattamente in orario..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dp una bella leccata mattutina prelezione al prof di disegno (in senso figurato!!!!!!!)..mi ha fatto anke i complimente x il lavora ke era da consegnare gg..e ke metà classe nn ha fatto..qndi classe decimata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe insomma dp qst bell'inizio si scopre ke domani c'è un tema di italiano ke credevamo rimandato causa malattia prof..( povero pelusino! )..e tt danno i numeri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;compreso qll del cell del prof ke i miei compagni kiamano subito x lamentarsi..cm loro solito.."tnt nn cambia nn"..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzNcmxTesVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SuZ9xxAbC5w/s1600-h/garfield_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130546221644951890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzNcmxTesVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SuZ9xxAbC5w/s200/garfield_1.gif" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;infatti cm volevasi dimostrare..il prof c dice sl cs studiare x sostenere la verifica....ma io ke avevo detto?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe..risltato..tt iniziano a menarsela cn "io nn vengo", " io nn studio"..e via così..tnt dmn tt ci saranno e avranno studiato..ma ke parla a fare la gente?! a volte sl x far prendere aria alla bocca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cmq sarà lo stress della quinta e dell'esame ( ke cmq è tra più di 6 mesi..nel caso qlcn nn se lo ricordasse..)..ma qst anno è la volta ke ammazzo qlcn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn si può lamentarsi sempre..fossero almeno lamentele serie..ma farlo tnt x ..nn mi sembra proprio il caso..e poi facciamo sempre la parte della classe ke nn c'ha mai voglia di fare nn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ormai abbiamo una fama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cmq sn addirittura arrivata al punto di nn sopportare + neanke qll ke sn sempre stata le mie amike..ma qnt nn se la menano?! c'è un limite a tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;insultano le altre xkè sn delle lecchine, xkè vogliono tt i ragazzi x loro, xkè si credono chissacchi, e xkè c sparlano dietro..ma pensate di essere tnt migliori????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io confesso di nn esserlo..ne di loro..ne tnt meno di voi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò ke palle sentirvi sempre lamentare..qnd nn avete nessun problema..serio almeno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BASTAAAA!! ke palle ke siete!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e lo dice una ke ha una pazienza notevole...certo x sopportarvi da 5 anni e stare sempre zitta ogni volta ke dite d qll c**zate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;va bhe..ancora 6 mesi..e poi nn vi vedo più..grazie a Dio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;università aspettami..ancora un pò e ci siamo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meno male che c'è la mia fatina verde ke mi fa cambiare umore..nonostante stia male e abbia la febbre gg mi ha fatto passare il mogliore dei pomeriggi..grassie More..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-7698637669369713750?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7698637669369713750/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7698637669369713750' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7698637669369713750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7698637669369713750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/baastaaaa.html' title='Baastaaaa!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzNcmxTesVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SuZ9xxAbC5w/s72-c/garfield_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8715084930061866573</id><published>2007-11-07T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:20:09.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>xò in fondo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzEEciuW8HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pB78rjXd7rA/s1600-h/perkikkapr4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129886338955800690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzEEciuW8HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pB78rjXd7rA/s400/perkikkapr4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/460480719004738120-8715084930061866573?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8715084930061866573/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8715084930061866573' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8715084930061866573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8715084930061866573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/x-in-fondo.html' title='xò in fondo..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzEEciuW8HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pB78rjXd7rA/s72-c/perkikkapr4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-194822428725736566</id><published>2007-11-07T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:57:03.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma ce lo meritiamo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;veramente nn ho parole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certo ke a volte certe persone sn incomprensibili..i genitori poi..qnd ci si mettono..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;io mi domando..ma ke abbiamo fato di male x essere trattati in qst modo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn mi drogo, nn fumo, nn sn alcolizzata cm certa gente ke si nasconde bn, ma poi nn così tnt.. ogni tnt bevo..si ..ai compleanni, le rare sere in cui esco cn gli amici..un bikkiere, mai fino a ubriacarmi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn frequento strane compagnie..'meglio soli ke male accompagnati' a volte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn vado poi tnt male a scuola..mediocre ma nn insufficente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;può sembrare stupido..ma su certe cs sono anke piuttosto seria..specie qll importanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn litighiamo quasi mai..salvo le rare volte in cui proprio nn riesco a stare zitta e annuire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;solitamente cerco di accontentarvi in tt..ma il favore è ricambiato..salvo 'strane' richieste.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;poi nn mi pare di andare in giro e farmi tt quelli ke incontro ..e nn contemporaneamente soprattutto, vero Roby?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e nn tento neanke di farmi male da sola..x "smettere di pensare" ad altri problemi.. x me è inconcepibile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eppure tnt ragazzi lo fanno..fanno tnte, o sl una o magari tt, le cs ke ho finito di elencare..&lt;br /&gt;va bhe..ammetto ke in casa nn sn poi qst grande aiuto, nn cucino, nn metto mai in ordine la mia camera finkè nn è il disordine ad assalirmi, nn pulisco il resto della casa in generale, ogni tnt faccio l'enorme sforzo di scendere a gettare la spazzatura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn ho detto di essere perfetta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xò nn mi pare ke abbiate proprio di ke lamentarvi..eppure.............(anke gg tra tt e 2..siamo messi bn..)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posso capire i classici richiami tipici x stimolare un pò qnd mi lascio andare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma urlare fino a farmi stare così male..fino alle lacrime..x cs poi? uno stupido pomeriggio ke avrei potuto passare a casa a studiare-riposarmi..mica a divertirmi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma nn basta aver strillato una volta..dv continuare a farmelo pesare..certo, se no è tr facile... dv continuare a sentirne il rimorso anke dp una settimana..anke dp tnt lacrime..anke dp tnt tentativi di spiegarmi..&lt;br /&gt;nn sto dicendo ke hanno torto marcio..in fondo sanno meglio di noi cm funziona il mondo.. ma a volte si impuntano su cs talmente sciokke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e ci tolgono la voglia di ribattere..il coraggio di reagire..di lottare x qll ke crediamo giusto..tnt sn forti le vostre convinzioni..e volete imporcele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a quel punto sembrate voi i bambini ke fanno i capricci!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e noi 'gli adulti' pazienti ke vi darebbero qlsiasi cosa pur di accontentarvi..ke rinuncerebbero a tt pur di farvi felici..senza più sentirsi in colpa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma ke vi prende?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sembra strano, lo ammetto, ma a volte è così..almeno dal mio punto di vista.. o forse qst è sl il ragionamento di una bambina tr cresciuta ke ha ancora voglia di fare i capricci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mah..i genitori..ki li capisce è bravo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;altro ke le donne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.:More nn mi azzardo a parlare anke x te..nn so fino a ke punto potresti essere d'accordo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-194822428725736566?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/194822428725736566/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=194822428725736566' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/194822428725736566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/194822428725736566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/ma-ce-lo-meritiamo.html' title='ma ce lo meritiamo?!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3053187547584573074</id><published>2007-11-06T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:01:09.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>solo 3 parole..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzC5jiuW8GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i_ckYiUf7FI/s1600-h/250px-Cioccolato1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129803995842801762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzC5jiuW8GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i_ckYiUf7FI/s200/250px-Cioccolato1.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prima ancora cioccolata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( nn è una parola...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-3053187547584573074?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3053187547584573074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3053187547584573074' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3053187547584573074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3053187547584573074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/solo-3-parole.html' title='solo 3 parole..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzC5jiuW8GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i_ckYiUf7FI/s72-c/250px-Cioccolato1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2926673864394418844</id><published>2007-11-06T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:46:42.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>English literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si ..lo so..già ci fanno 2palle a scuola e poi anke qui..nn lo nego!&lt;br /&gt;tra l'altro dmn, dp tnt gg di agonia col terrore di essere interrogata senza xò aver mai aperto il libro, cmq dmn finalmente mi interroga!!&lt;br /&gt;nn dovrei essere contenta..lo so..ma ormai sn l'ultima e mi sn proprio rotta di ripetere ogni volta le stesse cs.. e soprattutto di passare pomeriggi (si fa x dire!) su quell'ormai stramaledetto libro di letteratura..&lt;br /&gt;cmq anke gg dovrei studiare..ma x restare in tema..una poesia di Wordsworths!&lt;br /&gt;felici vero?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaps up when I behold&lt;br /&gt;A Rainbow in the sky:&lt;br /&gt;So was it when my life began;&lt;br /&gt;So is it now I am a man;&lt;br /&gt;So be it when I shall grow old,&lt;br /&gt;Or let me die!&lt;br /&gt;The Child is father of the man;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish my days to be&lt;br /&gt;Bound each to each by natural piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;commovente, no?!&lt;br /&gt;ahh (sospiro) cosa sarebbe il mondo denza wordsworth??&lt;br /&gt;semplicemente un capitolo in meno del libro da studiare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-2926673864394418844?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2926673864394418844/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2926673864394418844' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2926673864394418844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2926673864394418844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/englih-literature.html' title='English literature'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-442067015953446182</id><published>2007-11-06T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:14:22.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cioccolataaaa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzBqziuW8FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/34pw_milqjA/s1600-h/cioccolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717409302114386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzBqziuW8FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/34pw_milqjA/s200/cioccolata.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm..ke buona!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ieri..dp 1giornata di relax..mio padre ha fatto la cioccolata caldaaa!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se c'è una cs da cui sn dipendente qst è proprio la cioccolata..barrette, cioccolatini, torte..al latte, bianco, fondente..mangerei di tt è sufficente che contenga del cacao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma la cioccolata calda, densa, con una montagna di panna..bhe..le batte tt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarà xkè mi ricorda tnt la mia infanzia..sarà ke sn golosa cm poche..sarà ke qst tempo freddo mi fa venire voglia di coccole e calore..ma la cioccolata x me è senza pari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi fa venire fame il sl parlarne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cm un post sl x qst ci voleva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e inoltre  è il rimedio migliore qnd senti ke ti manca qlcs......&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/460480719004738120-442067015953446182?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/442067015953446182/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=442067015953446182' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/442067015953446182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/442067015953446182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/cioccolataaaa.html' title='Cioccolataaaa..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RzBqziuW8FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/34pw_milqjA/s72-c/cioccolata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3449352253340430061</id><published>2007-11-04T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:41:48.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Giornate inutili..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si, decisamente inutili!&lt;br /&gt;giornate passate così..&lt;br /&gt;giornate passate a studiare, sl per recuperare il tempo perso finora..tempo sprecato (?!?) a fare tt'altro ke il mio dovere..certo..teoricamente!&lt;br /&gt;ma forse anke praticamente..&lt;br /&gt;e poi i sabati sera buttati (?!?) fuori con amici a mangiare una pizza e guardare un film...per poi tornare a casa tr stanca anke x parlare..sl la voglia di kiudere gli okki tra le sue braccia..e nn qll di Spike qst volta! ..braccia più reali..di cui sentire la forza, il calore..&lt;br /&gt;e le mattinate domenicali fatte tradizionalmente per dormire..rovinate (!!!) svegliandosi presto sempre e solo per studiare..studiare storia poi!!...guerre, trattati, rivoluzioni..e tt qst poi sarà servito veramente a qlcs? ..sarà valso il sangue di milioni, miliardi di uomini sacrificati per la brame dei re?? mah..in fondo ke mi importa?! tnt ormai è passato..e nn si può cambiare..&lt;br /&gt;e la mia di storia di cs è fatta?? anke qst di guerre, contro me stessa, contro il mondo..trattati tnt ma spesso ignorati, dimenticati, violati..rivoluzioni ben poche..&lt;br /&gt;per cambiare cosa poi?!&lt;br /&gt;..forse tt o forse niente..&lt;br /&gt;ma (di nuovo) ke importa?? ormai è passato..ora dv pensare al presente!!&lt;br /&gt;e magari al futuro..perchè no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma allora qst giornate.. di svago, di studio..se poi in fondo delineano la storia..sono veramente così inutili?!&lt;br /&gt;..'ai posteri l'ardua sentenza'..&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/460480719004738120-3449352253340430061?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3449352253340430061/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3449352253340430061' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3449352253340430061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3449352253340430061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/giornate-inutili.html' title='Giornate inutili..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-2033042087274380776</id><published>2007-11-03T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:47:39.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No..nn sn uscita..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Ryyg2CuW8EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YF2HDtemNyQ/s1600-h/jm51-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128650925972844610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Ryyg2CuW8EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YF2HDtemNyQ/s200/jm51-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; nn ne avevo più voglia..e poi nn si sa mai ke trovavo uno brutto e antipatico..va bhe..xò x consolarmi mi sn scaricata un pò di immagini..e ne ho trovate x sbaglio alcune del mipo primo amore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;me ne ero quasi scordata..ma è proprio vero.."il primo amore nn si scorda mai"!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tnt x incentivare la gelosia di una certa xsn..il ke mi piace tr!..un pò di foto del mio Spike..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyyekSuW7-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FO1XWN_Gv9Q/s1600-h/eclair.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128648422006910946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyyekSuW7-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FO1XWN_Gv9Q/s200/eclair.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e confesso ke in fondo ( e neanke tr!!) mi fa impazzire ancora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è troooppoooo bellooooo!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyygriuW8DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KlzzRcpUVzk/s1600-h/clickerbuffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128650745584218162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyygriuW8DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KlzzRcpUVzk/s200/clickerbuffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaahh..perchè nn sono al posta della bionda anoressica?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NN è GIUSTO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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&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/460480719004738120-2033042087274380776?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2033042087274380776/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=2033042087274380776' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2033042087274380776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/2033042087274380776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/nonn-sn-uscita.html' title='No..nn sn uscita..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Ryyg2CuW8EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YF2HDtemNyQ/s72-c/jm51-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7493237768970454711</id><published>2007-11-03T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:28:33.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mia testa in qst momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyyPSiuW78I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s8CG3MvE8Bg/s1600-h/thth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128631624389816258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyyPSiuW78I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s8CG3MvE8Bg/s400/thth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guardando una puntata registrata di Una mamma x amica di settimane fa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bella Parigi xò...c'è una speranza ke ci vada quest'anno con la scuola...speriamo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;strano però ke in mezzo alle farfalle nn si intraveda neanke un neurone.. o forse no?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;già forse è normale così..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....e invece dovrei studiare....e 'nessuno' mi kiama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma uffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaa!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"adesso esco e vado col primo ke incontro"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sisi..basta..adesso vado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buon pomeriggio..&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/460480719004738120-7493237768970454711?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7493237768970454711/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7493237768970454711' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7493237768970454711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7493237768970454711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-mia-testa-in-qst-momento.html' title='La mia testa in qst momento...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyyPSiuW78I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s8CG3MvE8Bg/s72-c/thth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5317233213071686690</id><published>2007-11-03T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:56:52.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvHqSuW75I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hJ3IqKVvfgI/s1600-h/Sogno%2520dell%27uomo%2520che%2520guarda%2520il%2520volo%2520degli%2520uccelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128412130086154130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvHqSuW75I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hJ3IqKVvfgI/s320/Sogno%2520dell%27uomo%2520che%2520guarda%2520il%2520volo%2520degli%2520uccelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvGtSuW71I/AAAAAAAAAEY/9XnLVoAJk_U/s1600-h/2005526205427nonsmettere8us1yh.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Ryxv1iuW77I/AAAAAAAAAFI/BSr7-wwhQEc/s1600-h/2005526205427nonsmettere8us1yh.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128597041313148850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Ryxv1iuW77I/AAAAAAAAAFI/BSr7-wwhQEc/s320/2005526205427nonsmettere8us1yh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvH4SuW76I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vPaEUNqoQgk/s1600-h/2005526205427nonsmettere8us1yh.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvGtiuW72I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7kKqFJzN_Xc/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128411086409101154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="329" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvGtiuW72I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7kKqFJzN_Xc/s320/dreams.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvHCiuW73I/AAAAAAAAAEo/MqJDZD3VOlA/s1600-h/Sogno%2520dell%27uomo%2520che%2520guarda%2520il%2520volo%2520degli%2520uccelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-5317233213071686690?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5317233213071686690/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5317233213071686690' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5317233213071686690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5317233213071686690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreams.html' title='dreams..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvHqSuW75I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hJ3IqKVvfgI/s72-c/Sogno%2520dell%27uomo%2520che%2520guarda%2520il%2520volo%2520degli%2520uccelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7116728902738420737</id><published>2007-11-03T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:46:04.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddio ho ricominciato...è peggio del fumo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvEWyuW7zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UhTiEFv-GzM/s1600-h/dreamca5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128408496543821618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvEWyuW7zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UhTiEFv-GzM/s200/dreamca5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;che cosa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Sognare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si, avevo smesso da tnt tempo di sognare..mi ero già raffigurato un futuro ben preciso...determinato dalla famiglia, dallo studio, dal tempo e dagli eventi passati...nn immaginavo che avrei potuto ricominciare..non così..non adesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nn sono sicura ke sia uun bene o un male..probabilmente è entrambi, cm x tt le cs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ma ovviamente c'è sempre qlcn ke pensa a tenerti coi piedi x terra..x fortuna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perchè in fondo sognare è un pò cm illudersi..ma ( e il titolo del blog nn è a caso) le illusioni così cm i sogni sono necessari x vivere..altrimenti ke vita sarebbe senza qst?! ( e ovviamente senza Nutella!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cmq si, è peggio del fumo, si smette e poi si ricomincia..si pensa di potersi fermare tranquillamente, ke siamo noi a controllarci..e invece una volta iniziato, prendono loro il sopravvento..e lì sei finito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è vero..è stupido paragonare una cosa buona, dolce e innocente cm il sogno con una cs tnt pericolosa, 'cattiva' e insana come il fumo..ne convengo..xò da un certo punto di vista il paragone regge..o no?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvEGCuW7yI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hhY_iREXw6g/s1600-h/Sogni%2520d%27oro.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128408208781012770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvEGCuW7yI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hhY_iREXw6g/s200/Sogni%2520d%27oro.gif" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvDtiuW7wI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uo-KlLuqEc0/s1600-h/Sogni%2520d%27oro.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe meglio buttarsi a letto..dp l'ennesima festa qui le okkiaie avanzano, per nn parlare dei kg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tasto dolente..e cmq io gg ero contenta di essere venuta, anke se tra parenti..e anke se arrabbiata per niente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/460480719004738120-7116728902738420737?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7116728902738420737/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7116728902738420737' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7116728902738420737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7116728902738420737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/oddio-ho-ricominciato-peggio-del-fumo.html' title='Oddio ho ricominciato...è peggio del fumo!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyvEWyuW7zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UhTiEFv-GzM/s72-c/dreamca5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8855630940923766679</id><published>2007-11-02T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:28:42.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Augurii Lucaaa ! ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oggi compleanno del mio fratellino preferito... tr regali, tr dolci, tr parenti, tr andrea..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;basta pietà! sn a posto x una settimana.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;con tt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128017714649427682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rypg8SuW7uI/AAAAAAAAADg/hVyhfZ91pCM/s400/compleanno_070404_01_cp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8855630940923766679?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8855630940923766679/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8855630940923766679' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8855630940923766679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8855630940923766679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/augurii-lucaaa.html' title='Augurii Lucaaa ! ! ! !'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rypg8SuW7uI/AAAAAAAAADg/hVyhfZ91pCM/s72-c/compleanno_070404_01_cp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8834159148455406215</id><published>2007-11-01T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:39:02.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>and so..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RykR7yuW7tI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZA0j0ckolpE/s1600-h/fanta.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127649369664188114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RykR7yuW7tI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZA0j0ckolpE/s400/fanta.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-8834159148455406215?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8834159148455406215/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8834159148455406215' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8834159148455406215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8834159148455406215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so.html' title='and so..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RykR7yuW7tI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZA0j0ckolpE/s72-c/fanta.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-7910942340269591655</id><published>2007-10-31T15:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:32:54.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OoO..la notte di Halloween..Brrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhe..nn ke sia qst gran festa..ma è sempre una buona scusa x fare qlcs di diverso!! ..o per nascondersi dietro una maskera diversa da qll, ormai logora, di tutti i giorni.. Moralismi a parte..dedichiamo un post alla mitica leggenda della zucca (vuota) più famosa del mondo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondo la storia, Stingy Jack (Jack l’Avaro) aveva invitato il diavolo a prendere un drink con lui. E fedele al suo soprannome, non volle pagare e convinse il diavolo a trasformarsi in una moneta con la quale avrebbe pagato le loro bibite. Una volta che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il diavolo ebbe compiuta la trasformazione, Jack decise di tenersi i soldi e mise la moneta in una tasca vicino ad una croce d’argento che impediva al diavolo di tornare nella sua forma originale. Alla fine Jack liberò il diavolo, pattuendo con lui che l’avrebbe lasciato in pace per&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyiRziuW7mI/AAAAAAAAACc/7LyNLdANRSc/s1600-h/Halloween-tinyPooh_molly.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127508490441911906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyiRziuW7mI/AAAAAAAAACc/7LyNLdANRSc/s200/Halloween-tinyPooh_molly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; un anno e che, nel caso in cui fosse morto, non avrebbe preso la sua anima. L’anno dopo, Jack imbrogliò di nuovo il diavolo facendolo salire su di un albero per farsi prendere un frutto. Dopo che il diavolo era salito sull’albero, Jack intagliò una croce nella corteccia così che il diavolo non poteva più scendere, fino a quando il diavolo gli avesse promesso di lasciarlo in pace per altri 10 anni. Dopodichè Jack morì. La leggenda racconta, che Dio non lasciò entrare un personaggio tanto antipatico in paradiso. Il diavolo, contrariato dal brutto scherzo che gli aveva giocato Jack e mantenendo la parola data, di non prendere la sua anima, non lo accolse nemmeno all’inferno. Spedì Jack nella notte buia con solamente un piccolo pezzo di carbone infuocato per illuminargli la via. Jack mise il carbone dentro una rapa intagliata (in altre versioni della storia di parla di una cipolla) e da allora gira senza meta sulla Terra. Gli irlandesi cominciarono a riferirsi a questo fantasma chiamandolo ‘Jack of the Lantern’ e poi, più semplicemente &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;‘Jack O’Lantern’&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a costo di sembrare una bambina..ma.. a me qst storie fanno impazzire!! grande Jack..&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/460480719004738120-7910942340269591655?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7910942340269591655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=7910942340269591655' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7910942340269591655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/7910942340269591655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/ooola-notte-di-halloweenbrrrr.html' title='OoO..la notte di Halloween..Brrrr'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyiRziuW7mI/AAAAAAAAACc/7LyNLdANRSc/s72-c/Halloween-tinyPooh_molly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-706306424034100020</id><published>2007-10-30T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:30:19.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matemati..chee??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RydbFSuW7kI/AAAAAAAAACI/PKIJ_2vMpts/s1600-h/matematicaw.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166847268351554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RydbFSuW7kI/AAAAAAAAACI/PKIJ_2vMpts/s200/matematicaw.gif" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sono qst i momenti in cui vorrei sapere chi è il genio ke ha inventato la matematica.. si ..x tornare indietro nel tempo e strozzarlo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o magari dovrei anke saperlo ki è..forse l'ho studiato..bho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qll ke so è ke lo odio..o megli odio la matematica..e poi in fondo a cosa mi serviranno mai i limiti notevoli nella vita?? E perchè si chiamano proprio notevoli??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..tipiche domande esistenziali da preverifica di mate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ufffff&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/460480719004738120-706306424034100020?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/706306424034100020/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=706306424034100020' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/706306424034100020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/706306424034100020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/matematichee.html' title='Matemati..chee??'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RydbFSuW7kI/AAAAAAAAACI/PKIJ_2vMpts/s72-c/matematicaw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5889686182707808695</id><published>2007-10-30T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:49:11.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sarà vero?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RycoQiuW7hI/AAAAAAAAABw/7CdxQVzp9SE/s1600-h/nn20pentirti1go.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127110965448863250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RycoQiuW7hI/AAAAAAAAABw/7CdxQVzp9SE/s400/nn20pentirti1go.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/Rycn0iuW7gI/AAAAAAAAABo/hEtD-mQA93M/s1600-h/nn20pentirti1go.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-5889686182707808695?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5889686182707808695/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5889686182707808695' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5889686182707808695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5889686182707808695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/sar-vero.html' title='sarà vero?!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RycoQiuW7hI/AAAAAAAAABw/7CdxQVzp9SE/s72-c/nn20pentirti1go.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-3580519038845543665</id><published>2007-10-29T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:51:59.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oggi do i numeri!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giornata particolarmente...'numerosa'!! ( nn col solito significato..)&lt;br /&gt;vediamo..&lt;br /&gt;6 sono le ore di scuola ke mi sn saltata gg..&lt;br /&gt;dalle 9 alle 12 la durata della mia mattinata..&lt;br /&gt;10 il voto ( e nn sl!! ) alla mattinata..&lt;br /&gt;1 la misera ora in cui gg ho studiato il programma di 2 mesi..&lt;br /&gt;100 gli anni di storia del programma..&lt;br /&gt;0 il risultato dello studio..&lt;br /&gt;18 i centimetri di una squadra da disegno..&lt;br /&gt;1 ed una sola è la mia piccola fatina verde..&lt;br /&gt;7 e 1/2 le ore passate insieme oggi..&lt;br /&gt;4 i mesi fino ad gg..&lt;br /&gt;28 le volte ke mi hai detto 'ti amo'..&lt;br /&gt;2 le volte ke ti ho risposto senza giri di parole..&lt;br /&gt;5 gli anni di scuola ke sto buttando..&lt;br /&gt;1.000.000 o mooolte di più le ore sacrificate x lo studio in qst anni..&lt;br /&gt;2 su 2 i genitori ke mi odiano x qst..&lt;br /&gt;1 ma bello forte!! è il rimorso di coscenza x averli fatti arrabbiare..&lt;br /&gt;10 i minuti che c sto mettendo x scrivere qst post..&lt;br /&gt;20 le ore ke mi serviranno per recuperare tt il tempo perso..&lt;br /&gt;22 le ore che mancano a mercoledì sera..&lt;br /&gt;4 i gg di vacanza da mercoledì sera..&lt;br /&gt;7 i mesi ke mancano alla maturità..&lt;br /&gt;60 i punti con cui usciro all'esame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 e 1/2 i mesi alle vacanze estive.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 le lacrime in qst momento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20 le c**ate sparate fin qui..&lt;br /&gt;2 i secondi ke c metto per spegnere il pc e andarmene a dormire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126907212200340978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyZu8iuW7fI/AAAAAAAAABg/pdW7GiyeBV8/s200/22.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-3580519038845543665?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3580519038845543665/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=3580519038845543665' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3580519038845543665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/3580519038845543665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/oggi-do-i-numeri.html' title='oggi do i numeri!!'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyZu8iuW7fI/AAAAAAAAABg/pdW7GiyeBV8/s72-c/22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-8538947124399587252</id><published>2007-10-29T12:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:01:08.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'importante xò è...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyXLXSuW7bI/AAAAAAAAABA/VCj8266FFzE/s1600-h/sogniii.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126727351854886322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyXLXSuW7bI/AAAAAAAAABA/VCj8266FFzE/s400/sogniii.gif" 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/460480719004738120-8538947124399587252?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8538947124399587252/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=8538947124399587252' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8538947124399587252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/8538947124399587252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/limportante-x.html' title='L&apos;importante xò è...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyXLXSuW7bI/AAAAAAAAABA/VCj8266FFzE/s72-c/sogniii.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-5143104068780523994</id><published>2007-10-29T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:49:30.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The choices..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;le scelte..le odio!!&lt;br /&gt;odio dover decidere quale tra due cs è migliore..&lt;br /&gt;se poi la scelta è tra due uomini è ancora più difficile..&lt;br /&gt;e se quegli uomini sono tuo padre, ke t ha curato per 18 anni, ke ti ha dato tt e ke nn sopporti deludere, e il tuo ragazzo, k conosci da soli 4 mesi ma del quale ormai sei innamorata persa..cm c***o fai a scegliere da ke parte stare?? k dei due ha ragione??&lt;br /&gt;odio le scelte..feriscono sempre qualcuno..ma più di tutti te stessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e x concludere cn una frase fatta sentita nn so più dove..."&lt;strong&gt;ferisci sempre chi ami&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;belllo..molto deprimente..uff ma chi ha deciso che bisogna scegliere..&lt;br /&gt;basta mentire a tutti e 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460480719004738120-5143104068780523994?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5143104068780523994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=5143104068780523994' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5143104068780523994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/5143104068780523994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' title='The choices..'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460480719004738120.post-337496966738490778</id><published>2007-10-28T03:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:46:00.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyP0KCuW7aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hrdwoWF87Rk/s1600-h/284rt.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Già..finalmente!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incredibile ma vero..dopo tnt tempo ke c penso sn riuscita a creare il mio blog..WOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Certo..solo io potevo cominciare un blog con la parola fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si..bhe c'è ancora qlcs da sistemare..ma direike nn è il momento data l'ora..(più o meno le 3.30 di sabato sera!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reduce dal compleanno di un amica al Roxanne..niente male..ma il seguito è stato meglio! E qui mi auto-censuro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beh..cmq..benvenuti nel mio nuovissimo e personalissimo bloggino..in fase di costruzione..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126209254244937122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyP0KCuW7aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hrdwoWF87Rk/s320/284rt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/460480719004738120-337496966738490778?l=martasillusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/feeds/337496966738490778/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460480719004738120&amp;postID=337496966738490778' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/337496966738490778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460480719004738120/posts/default/337496966738490778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martasillusions.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Martaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04238518207461353761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/R2PrLyc-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xI60Wj9cWZo/S220/glamour1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NboJGc6IrXw/RyP0KCuW7aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hrdwoWF87Rk/s72-c/284rt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
