<?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-8961496026902523584</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:39:18.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vìola</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vìola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17946654948053555284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCTItfFBaZw/SwZmKJvpeuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/agnWxDCwG3o/S220/me.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961496026902523584.post-4743448103933026985</id><published>2009-11-23T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:37:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E il cuore di ghiaccio, per terra si infranse</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In una gelida notte d'inverno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;un ragazzo si addentrava nel bosco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in cerca di qualcosa di sconosciuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quel bosco era ai pressi di una città gelata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che non conosceva l'amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e quel ragazzo ci viveva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in quel mondo bianco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Erano capaci solo a colorarlo col sangue, laggiù.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E il ragazzo era cresciuto così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tra sangue e ghiaccio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ma era diverso da quella gente insensibile e fredda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Non si sentiva come gli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E in quel bosco forse cercava qualcosa di diverso da quella realtà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Camminava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;su un letto di foglie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cadute da tempo dagli alberi spogli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e cercava con lo sguardo qualcosa che lo facesse sentire più simile a quella gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sospirò guardandosi intorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Era tutto bianco e luminoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ghiacciato e freddo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Appena avevano toccato la terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;le foglie gialle si erano fatte scure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e il contrasto col ghiaccio freddo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;faceva risaltare il nero del suolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uno scintillio catturò l'attenzione del ragazzo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che si voltò e raccolse la lama da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Era solo un pezzo di ferro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ma l'affascinava e l'attraeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La prese in mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;osservandola scintillare tra le mani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La prese su una mano e l'avvicinò al palmo dell'altra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tutto quel sangue, quel ghiaccio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gli unici elementi che componevano la vita di quelle persone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che però non si erano mai incontrati davvero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La lasciò scivolare sulla pelle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;provando piacere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Era l'unico contatto che gli fece provare un'emozione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Una goccia di sangue finì sul terreno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;un'altra su una scaglia di ghiaccio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Qualcuno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dietro al ragazzo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fermò la sua mano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quel contatto lo fece tremare e si voltò di colpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Davanti a lui vide solo degli occhi bellissimi e dei capelli mori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Le loro labbra si unirono in un bacio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e il ragazzo provò un'emozione sconvolgente che lo travolse completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aveva trovato l'amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quel bacio fu la cosa più bella che la sua vita gli donò,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;perché quella stessa mano che l'aveva fermato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;rigirò la lama nel suo cuore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Così non ti dimenticherai di me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Disse una voce sopra di lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ora il ragazzo era uguale agli altri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;macchiato di sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e senza vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961496026902523584-4743448103933026985?l=airinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4743448103933026985/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-una-gelida-notte-dinverno-un-ragazzo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/4743448103933026985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/4743448103933026985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-una-gelida-notte-dinverno-un-ragazzo.html' title='E il cuore di ghiaccio, per terra si infranse'/><author><name>Vìola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17946654948053555284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCTItfFBaZw/SwZmKJvpeuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/agnWxDCwG3o/S220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961496026902523584.post-5016340859389291133</id><published>2009-11-21T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:47:34.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Mese. 22.1O.2OO9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(121, 121, 121);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oggi è un mese che ho incontrato una persona davvero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;unica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;in un attimo e la mia vita ha preso una via migliore, sono direi.. quasi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;felice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sei dentro di me, nei miei pensieri, nei miei silenzi, nel mio sguardo perso nel vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Una parte di me muore per te per rinascere in un'altra vita dove mi amerai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Io ci sarò per te in cento, mille altre vite, e nascerò ancora e solo per te... per incontrare i tuoi occhi e perdermici dentro. Ti Amo e quell'istante non avrà mai fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sì, un mese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;è bastato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Non ci credevamo, e invece, è possibile che una persona diventi tanto importante da poter dire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti Amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anche in così poco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo Natale io tornerò a Milano.&lt;br /&gt;Chissà cosa succederà..&lt;br /&gt;So che quando ti vedrò, ti salterò addosso.&lt;br /&gt;Nell'amore non ci dev'esser fisicità, hai detto.&lt;br /&gt;Però la voglia di stringerti è tanta, e verso il ventisei sarà possibile farlo.&lt;br /&gt;Un mese fa mi hai detto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi fido di te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mese fa ti ho risposto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi fido di te, è una frase che non dico molto spesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure a te posso dirla e ripeterla mille altre volte.&lt;br /&gt;Ho fatto soffrire tanta gente, lo ammetto.&lt;br /&gt;Ho sofferto per colpa di tanta gente, lo confermo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a te non farò &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mai &lt;/span&gt;del male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farei solo del male a me stessa.&lt;br /&gt;Questo blog l'ho creato per cazzeggiare,&lt;br /&gt;ma ho capito che è un luogo dove riesco a scrivere ciò che provo,&lt;br /&gt;con facilità.&lt;br /&gt;Spero non penserai che sono esagerata xD&lt;br /&gt;Mannò,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un mese è importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ti AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8961496026902523584-5016340859389291133?l=airinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5016340859389291133/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-mese-221o2oo9.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/5016340859389291133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/5016340859389291133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-mese-221o2oo9.html' title='Un Mese. 22.1O.2OO9'/><author><name>Vìola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17946654948053555284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCTItfFBaZw/SwZmKJvpeuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/agnWxDCwG3o/S220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961496026902523584.post-1362507125335874687</id><published>2009-11-20T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:08:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you see, this world doesn't matter to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I give up all I had just to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The same air as you till the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The smile on your face let's me know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'll catch me &lt;/span&gt;wherever I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;[Cit.A&amp;amp;J]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Leggendo queste parole, ho pensato a te *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ti Amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La parola per sempre, nel mio Mondo, non esisteva.&lt;br /&gt;Ma ora &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il mio Mondo, &lt;/span&gt;sei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ti dico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Noi Per Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ho sempre rinnegato il passato,&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre temuto di assomigliare a chi ero,&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre voluto cancellare il mio ieri,&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre dimenticato ciò che veniva prima,&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre sperato che tutto sparisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' per questo che dico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mi hai cambiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La Vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adesso &lt;/span&gt;sto vivendo fiera di chi sono diventata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Il mio mondo gira intorno a te"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anche il mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme&amp;amp;Viola.&lt;br /&gt;Sei la mia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tu, MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8961496026902523584-1362507125335874687?l=airinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1362507125335874687/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-see-this-world-doesnt-matter-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/1362507125335874687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/1362507125335874687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-see-this-world-doesnt-matter-to.html' title='So you see, this world doesn&apos;t matter to Me'/><author><name>Vìola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17946654948053555284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCTItfFBaZw/SwZmKJvpeuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/agnWxDCwG3o/S220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961496026902523584.post-5854710609527361799</id><published>2009-11-19T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:22:16.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Succede così...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Un giorno sei felice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Il giorno dopo vorresti solo tentare il suicidio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Il giorno dopo ancora puoi toccare il cielo con un dito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Da un punto di vista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;esterno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;può sembrare anche una cosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;perché sai che il dolore dura per oggi, ma domani non ci sarà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A viverla, è più complicata da vivere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Poi ci sono quei giorni, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;in cui ogni ora si porta dietro un'emozione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;che ti travolge e ti sconvolge l'equilibrio che avevi l'ora prima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E io non ce la faccio più.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Vorrei fermarmi un momento, in questa frenesia di cambi d'umore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;per godermi un secondo di felicità -magari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;E invece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;il mio umore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;inesorabilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, cambia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;stanca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;di sentirmi dire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Ti sento strana".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Non perché la gente non deve dirmelo, anzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ma perché se me lo dicono, significa che il mio umore sta cambiando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;A volte, addirittura, provo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(spesso in quest'ordine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Amore, odio, dolcezza, ostilità, stanchezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;nei confronti di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E a volte invece provo le stesse emozioni, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;in generale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mi odio quando succede così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ma la cosa che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; più di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;è che io &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mi stufo della gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dopo un po', penso che non me ne frega più niente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Al minimo sbaglio di una persona, già credo di poterne fare a meno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;poche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;persone non è successo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;questo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mi rende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;paurosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se io stessa mi stanco della gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;perché loro non dovrebbero stancarsi di me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E poi c'è la domanda classica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Se una certa persona, si è sempre comportata in un modo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;perché con me dovrebbe essere diverso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Con alcune persone la gente soffre, io mi ci affeziono, e poi mi chiedo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Farà soffrire anche me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Non riesco a dirmi "NO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Solo di una persona ho deciso di fidarmi fino in fondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;E così &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;questo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;periodo viene caratterizzato da tanti lati negativi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E qualche volta, mi sveglio, e sento una vocina urlarmi nella testa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Perché non ti sei addormentata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per sempre&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E mi chiedo quanto di questo pensiero sia mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Morale della favola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Non riesco a fidarmi di qualcuno senza un motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;E per questo ho paura di fidarmi se ho un motivo per non farlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Riuscirò mai a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;essere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;felice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;xoxo Vìola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8961496026902523584-5854710609527361799?l=airinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5854710609527361799/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/succede-cosi.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/5854710609527361799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/5854710609527361799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/succede-cosi.html' title='Succede così...'/><author><name>Vìola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17946654948053555284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCTItfFBaZw/SwZmKJvpeuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/agnWxDCwG3o/S220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961496026902523584.post-1592189041293524949</id><published>2009-11-17T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:32:34.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.. About Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Difficile inziare...&lt;br /&gt;In questo mese è successa una cosa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bellissima&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ho conosciuto una persona &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;importante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e che &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlando di me:&lt;br /&gt;Sono.. complicata.&lt;br /&gt;C'è una parte di me che vuole lasciarsi l'altra alle spalle.&lt;br /&gt;Devo ancora scegliere a quale dare retta, forse.&lt;br /&gt;Per ora, la cosa che c'è da sapere su di me è che &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sto cambiando&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quindi perché descrivermi in poche righe, se non sono &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitiva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi ha il &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempo &lt;/span&gt;di conoscermi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi apprezzerà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxo Viola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8961496026902523584-1592189041293524949?l=airinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1592189041293524949/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/1592189041293524949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961496026902523584/posts/default/1592189041293524949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-about-me.html' title='So.. About Me.'/><author><name>Vìola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17946654948053555284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCTItfFBaZw/SwZmKJvpeuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/agnWxDCwG3o/S220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
