<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607</id><updated>2009-11-10T17:16:42.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estelle sucrè</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-7615447885600727644</id><published>2008-04-06T18:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:52:03.707+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mio migliore amico.</title><content type='html'>Sembra un tema delle elementari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j81m_L5mI/AAAAAAAAABI/_D3G7gajwc0/s1600-h/Foto0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186172968845960802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j81m_L5mI/AAAAAAAAABI/_D3G7gajwc0/s400/Foto0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il MIO migliore amico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lui è un tipo un po' così. la foto rende il suo essere.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j9Sm_L5nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3EpT-0cV6rs/s1600-h/CAFACZRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186173467062167154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j9Sm_L5nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3EpT-0cV6rs/s400/CAFACZRL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;il mio MIGLIORE amico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lui mi fa ridere. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j90W_L5oI/AAAAAAAAABY/DcQ2soihmds/s1600-h/CA7UWVBT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186174046882752130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j90W_L5oI/AAAAAAAAABY/DcQ2soihmds/s400/CA7UWVBT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mi fa molto ridere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j-LW_L5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/a1uzJKSYMlA/s1600-h/CAUBINA9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j-LW_L5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/a1uzJKSYMlA/s1600-h/CAUBINA9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j-LW_L5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/a1uzJKSYMlA/s1600-h/CAUBINA9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186174442019743378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j-LW_L5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/a1uzJKSYMlA/s400/CAUBINA9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no no. mi fa proprio sputtanare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                                          al mio migliore AMICO voglio bene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-7615447885600727644?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/7615447885600727644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=7615447885600727644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7615447885600727644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7615447885600727644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2008/04/il-mio-migliore-amico.html' title='Il mio migliore amico.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/R_j81m_L5mI/AAAAAAAAABI/_D3G7gajwc0/s72-c/Foto0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-7599235180112330813</id><published>2008-03-27T17:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:57:43.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuo a</title><content type='html'>a baciarti&lt;br /&gt;a pensarti&lt;br /&gt;a viverti&lt;br /&gt;a sognarti&lt;br /&gt;a sentirti&lt;br /&gt;a scriverti&lt;br /&gt;a guardarti&lt;br /&gt;a stringerti&lt;br /&gt;a parlarti.&lt;br /&gt;continuo a  amarti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-7599235180112330813?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/7599235180112330813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=7599235180112330813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7599235180112330813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7599235180112330813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2008/03/continuo.html' title='Continuo a'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-7039363580157726797</id><published>2008-02-07T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:43:13.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NON VOGLIO STARE SULLA SOGLIA DELLA NOSTRA VITA GUARDARE CHE E' FINITA</title><content type='html'>Cade la pioggia e tutto lava cancella le mie stesse ossa Cade la pioggia e tutto casca e scivolo sull’acqua sporca Si, ma a te che importa poi rinfrescati se vuoi questa mia stessa pioggia sporca Dimmi a che serve restare lontano in silenzio a guardare la nostra passione che muore in un angolo e non sa di noi non sa di noi non sa di noi Cade la pioggia e tutto tace lo vedi sento anch’io la pace Cade la pioggia e questa pace è solo acqua sporca e brace c’è aria fredda intorno a noi abbracciami se vuoi questa mia stessa pioggia sporca Dimmi a che serve restare lontano in silenzio a guardare la nostra passione che muore in un angolo E dimmi a che serve sperare se piove e non senti dolore come questa mia pelle che muore che cambia colore che cambia l’odore Tu dimmi poi che senso ha ora piangere piangere addosso a me che non so difendere questa mia brutta pelle così sporca tanto sporca com'è sporca questa pioggia sporca Si ma tu non difendermi adesso tu non difendermi adesso tu non difendermi piuttosto torna a fango si ma torna E dimmi che serve restare lontano in silenzio a guardare la nostra passione non muore ma cambia colore tu fammi sperare che piove e senti pure l’odore di questa mia pelle che è bianca e non vuole il colore non vuole il colore no.. no.. La mia pelle è carta bianca per il tuo racconto scrivi tu la fine io sono pronto non voglio stare sulla soglia della nostra vita guardare che è finita nuvole che passano e scaricano pioggia come sassi e ad ogni passo noi dimentichiamo i nostri passi la strada che noi abbiamo fatto insieme gettando sulla pietra il nostro seme a ucciderci a ogni notte dopo rabbia gocce di pioggia calde sulla sabbia amore, amore mio questa passione passata come fame ad un leone dopo che ha divorato la sua preda ha abbandonato le ossa agli avvoltoi tu non ricordi ma eravamo noi noi due abbracciati fermi nella pioggia mentre tutti correvano al riparo e il nostro amore è polvere da sparo il tuono è solo un battito di cuore e il lampo illumina senza rumore e la mia pelle è carta bianca per il tuo racconto ma scrivi tu la fine io sono pronto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-7039363580157726797?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/7039363580157726797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=7039363580157726797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7039363580157726797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7039363580157726797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2008/02/non-voglio-stare-sulla-soglia-della.html' title='NON VOGLIO STARE SULLA SOGLIA DELLA NOSTRA VITA GUARDARE CHE E&apos; FINITA'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-9114479998138593746</id><published>2008-01-16T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:39:40.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Immenso.due.</title><content type='html'>Adesso c’è che mi sembra strano parlarti.Mentre ti tengo la mano e penso a te.Che mi riesci a guardare senza occhi e lacrime amare...Se potessi far tornare indietro il mondo.Farei tornare poi senz’altro te.Per un attimo di eterno e di profondo.In cui tutto sembra, sembra niente è.E niente c’è... Adesso c’è che mi sembra inutile non capirti ancora...Se potessi far tornare indietro il mondo.Farei tornare poi senz’altro te.Per un attimo di eterno e di profondo.In cui tutto sembra, sembra niente c’è.Tenersi stretto, stretto in tasca il mondo.Per poi ridarlo un giorno solo a te.A te che non sei parte dell’immenso.Ma l’immenso che fa parte solo di te.Solo di te... E tu, tu digrigni i tuoi denti mi lasci parlare non hai più paure.Digringni i tuoi denti mi lasci guardare non hai più paura amore! Se potessi far tornare indietro il mondo.Farei tornare poi senz’altro te.Per un attimo di eterno e di profondo.In cui tutto sembra, sembra niente c’è.Tenersi stretto, stretto in tasca il mondo.Per poi ridarlo un giorno forse a te.A te che non sei parte dell’immenso.Ma l’immenso che fa parte solo di te! Solo di te... E tu, tu digringni i tuoi denti mi lasci parlare non hai più paure.Digrigni i tuoi denti mi lasci guardare non hai più paura &lt;strong&gt;amore&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-9114479998138593746?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/9114479998138593746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=9114479998138593746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/9114479998138593746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/9114479998138593746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2008/01/immensodue.html' title='Immenso.due.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-1070721685434295875</id><published>2008-01-15T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:07:44.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Immenso.</title><content type='html'>E' incredibile quello che riesci a fare per me. per il sorriso allegro risveglio mattutino infinitamente grande.e bello.&lt;br /&gt;Lo fai per me. me. me. me. me. me.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei guardarti negli occhi per dirti che..che..&lt;br /&gt;grazie.davvero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-1070721685434295875?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/1070721685434295875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=1070721685434295875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/1070721685434295875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/1070721685434295875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2008/01/immenso.html' title='Immenso.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-4595876981848828525</id><published>2007-12-20T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:07:35.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per una volta voglio essere banale.</title><content type='html'>Rimpiango i nostri pomeriggi. Quelli pieni di cazzate.Quelli da bambine.Quelli a parlare di sessoeamore.quella cosa così ancora lontana da me e te.&lt;br /&gt;Cosa resterà?&lt;br /&gt;Rivedo poco di tutto quello che è &lt;em&gt;già &lt;/em&gt;stato &lt;em&gt;già&lt;/em&gt; passato. Soprattutto ora che è Natale. Sì,Natale.&lt;br /&gt;Ora parliamo di oggetti di famiglia di università,a volte di futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei &lt;em&gt;auto&lt;/em&gt;criticarmi in questo istante ma non posso farcela da sola. Mi servi tu.&lt;br /&gt;Anche se ora ci sono loro oltre a noi,lui e &lt;em&gt;lui&lt;/em&gt;. E amo quel &lt;em&gt;lui&lt;/em&gt;. Dio se lo amo. Certo,lo spazio rimasto nel mio cuore è poco,ma è tutto ancora per te.&lt;br /&gt;Torna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-4595876981848828525?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/4595876981848828525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=4595876981848828525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/4595876981848828525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/4595876981848828525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/12/per-una-volta-voglio-essere-banale.html' title='Per una volta voglio essere banale.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-2173846879546851834</id><published>2007-12-09T13:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:46:19.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eroe.</title><content type='html'>Non avrei mai creduto di scrivere di questa situazione.&lt;br /&gt;Ne di scrivere di te.&lt;br /&gt;Forse mi ero solo disillusa che anche gli eroi possono soffrire.Eroe,stai soffrendo?&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento una piccola indiscreta,a volte anonima,presenza nella tua vita.  Chissà.&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ho la presunzione di conoscerti.&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se ho la presunzione di leggere dentro di te.&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se davvero leggo solo rabbia dolore delusione.&lt;br /&gt;Ho un'istantanea di questo momento.&lt;br /&gt;Suonerebbe un po' così:tu in inferno io in paradiso. Tutto al contrario di tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Prego per te eroe.  Prego perchè leggo una gran rabbia dentro di te.&lt;br /&gt;Un bacio,&lt;br /&gt;Giuli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-2173846879546851834?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/2173846879546851834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=2173846879546851834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/2173846879546851834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/2173846879546851834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/12/eroe.html' title='Eroe.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-7854565766791286516</id><published>2007-11-19T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:16:52.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima di quest'estate. Siamo cambiati. E' cambiata.</title><content type='html'>Parole donate al vento fresco di inizio estate, fogli gettati all’amicizia ritrovata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessun viaggio prevede rimpianti,&lt;br /&gt;qualche viaggio prevede un ritorno,&lt;br /&gt;ogni viaggio prevede un pianto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non esistono adii,come non esistono odi.&lt;br /&gt;Devi sempre ricrederti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non esistono certezze, dubbi, opinioni, maschere o verità.&lt;br /&gt;Esistono cambiamenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanità svanita veleggiando col vento vagante a ponente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-7854565766791286516?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/7854565766791286516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=7854565766791286516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7854565766791286516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7854565766791286516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/11/parole-donate-al-vento-fresco-di-inizio.html' title='Prima di quest&apos;estate. Siamo cambiati. E&apos; cambiata.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-7624824393553518269</id><published>2007-11-04T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:58:23.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vortice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/Ry4j3Ahjm5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/swZ5tPn0fiY/s1600-h/Senza+titolo-0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129076453562096530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/Ry4j3Ahjm5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/swZ5tPn0fiY/s400/Senza+titolo-0100.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento rapita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da questo strano vortice.&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;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Strano nuovo bello insaziabile avvolgente seducente sincero e allo stesso tempo delirante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accoglimi nelle tue braccia sincero vortice. Perchè,sai,ho bisogno di te. Per sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-7624824393553518269?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/7624824393553518269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=7624824393553518269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7624824393553518269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/7624824393553518269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/11/vortice.html' title='Vortice.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/Ry4j3Ahjm5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/swZ5tPn0fiY/s72-c/Senza+titolo-0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-1205566062906541473</id><published>2007-11-03T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:54:50.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Le tue Buonanotti mi allietano i sogni più nascosti e discreti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I tuoi Pensieri mi aprono orizzonti chiusi da mesi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Il tuo Corpo sarà una piacevole scoperta dell'infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-1205566062906541473?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/1205566062906541473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=1205566062906541473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/1205566062906541473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/1205566062906541473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/11/tu.html' title='Tu.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-5614677621616488252</id><published>2007-10-30T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:36:27.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volevo dire solo una cosa:</title><content type='html'>Svendo Disobbedienza Infantile.&lt;br /&gt;Condizioni:Usato.&lt;br /&gt;Prego Rivolgersi A: Un Cuore Felice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-5614677621616488252?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/5614677621616488252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=5614677621616488252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/5614677621616488252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/5614677621616488252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/10/volevo-dire-solo-una-cosa.html' title='Volevo dire solo una cosa:'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-4681945939435870500</id><published>2007-10-16T13:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:59:40.384+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to D.B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luce soffusa proietta ombre sensuali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though nothing, will keep us together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paura di stanotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paura dei tuoi pensieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can beat them, for ever and ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paura del silenzio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paura del rumore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can be Heroes, just for one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voglia di amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I will be king&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you, you will be queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voglia di tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can be us, just for one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voglia di te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, I can remember&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-4681945939435870500?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/4681945939435870500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=4681945939435870500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/4681945939435870500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/4681945939435870500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-to-db.html' title='Thanks to D.B.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-3251540725281710303</id><published>2007-10-01T13:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:20:56.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi sa che non mi sbaglio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/RwDgcEBE7vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iUIUvzQMBE4/s1600-h/mare+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forse mi manchi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;forse è soltanto nostalgica emozione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forse mi sbaglio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forse non pensavo di trovarti così bello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne' pensavo di ritrovarti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nella mia mente sei cambiato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non più tu, e a volte io ma. Ma ora tu e io.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDQ6N73o6tA/RwDf-EBE7uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rfGLtiaUPF0/s1600-h/mare+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorridevo, ieri. Fammi sorridere anche oggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sorridevi anche tu.Dai &lt;em&gt;honey&lt;/em&gt;, torna a farlo con me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perchè sei bello bello da morire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-3251540725281710303?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/3251540725281710303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=3251540725281710303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/3251540725281710303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/3251540725281710303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/10/mi-sa-che-non-mi-sbaglio.html' title='Mi sa che non mi sbaglio.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-4575426075887088930</id><published>2007-09-05T14:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:51:20.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Attento.</title><content type='html'>tu&lt;br /&gt;tu egoista&lt;br /&gt;tu bastardo&lt;br /&gt;tu prepotente&lt;br /&gt;tu sano&lt;br /&gt;tu impassibile&lt;br /&gt;tu apatico&lt;br /&gt;tu stronzo&lt;br /&gt;tu bello&lt;br /&gt;tu bello come non mai&lt;br /&gt;tu bello come vorrei&lt;br /&gt;tu nervoso&lt;br /&gt;tu caldo&lt;br /&gt;tu freddo&lt;br /&gt;tu brutto come un addio&lt;br /&gt;tu lacrima&lt;br /&gt;tu dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;tu inconpetenza&lt;br /&gt;tu musica&lt;br /&gt;tu acqua&lt;br /&gt;tu aria&lt;br /&gt;tu corpo&lt;br /&gt;tu terra&lt;br /&gt;tu bruci&lt;br /&gt;tu ardi&lt;br /&gt;tu tagli&lt;br /&gt;tu ferisci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            attento. stai ferendo un sorriso innocente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-4575426075887088930?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/4575426075887088930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=4575426075887088930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/4575426075887088930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/4575426075887088930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/09/attento.html' title='Attento.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-200516456301902610</id><published>2007-05-20T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:02:26.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Percorro colate di cemento nero.&lt;br /&gt;I tratti inarrivabili dell’orizzonte sfidano un paese di poche anime anonime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumore di sonno e di vecchiaia.&lt;br /&gt;Trovo finestre oscurate, porte socchiuse,cani abbaianti e gente piena di gente.&lt;br /&gt;Coinvolgimenti assordanti nella via principale.&lt;br /&gt;Ritrovi silenziosi nei pensieri principali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci hanno voluto grigi e malati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberi isolati spogli nudi tristi si ergono a delimitare proprietà inesistenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case a cui senti di appartenere e case sconosciute.&lt;br /&gt;Case notturne e case private.&lt;br /&gt;Case spente e case vicine.&lt;br /&gt;Case calde e case inutili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiesa vecchia posta all’interno di persone impaurite.&lt;br /&gt;Chiesa vecchia posta all’interno di vie diritte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muri grigi.&lt;br /&gt;Rose rosse.&lt;br /&gt;Notte nera.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvole bianche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muri stropicciati.&lt;br /&gt;Rose appassite.&lt;br /&gt;Notte opaca.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvole rapide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-200516456301902610?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/200516456301902610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=200516456301902610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/200516456301902610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/200516456301902610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/05/patria.html' title='Patria.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-5094450895088070223</id><published>2007-05-20T16:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:56:14.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che sia un foglio a conoscerti meglio delle persone&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che tuo figlio sbagli&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che gli altri ti ascoltino&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che il mondo ti scivoli addosso. Succederà e lo saprai affrontare con successo.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciati incantare da uno schermo vuoto. Passatempo invidiabile.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciati sedurre da mille vite. Senza mai afferrarne una.&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che il tuo corpo muti&lt;br /&gt;Lascia le tue parole al vento. Grida le tue parole al vento.&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che qualcuno possa dire: ti ho capito.&lt;br /&gt;Lasci che sia il mare a farti bestemmiare dalla rabbia.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciati vivere,ora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-5094450895088070223?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/5094450895088070223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=5094450895088070223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/5094450895088070223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/5094450895088070223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/05/lascia-che-sia-un-foglio-conoscerti.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-117017589943326220</id><published>2007-01-30T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:07:28.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amore ti scrivo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Amore ti scrivo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei raccontarti tante cose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei dirti che mi manchi,ma non è così.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei dirti che mi hai stracciato il cuore, sì,questo te lo dico eccome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mi hai cercato, e ti ho cercato. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per dirci cosa? Che è tardi, sono le otto; come quella canzone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei ancora scrivere sul vetro appannato della tua macchina. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma questa volta scriverei&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fuck u&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; so che a quel punto mi chiederesti cosa significa e sorridendo ti direi che va tutto bene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Va tutto bene, tutto bene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faccio fatica a credere a te e a lei, a lei, a lei, a lei..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un'eco puttana che mi graffia ogni giorno sempre di più.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forse non uscirai mai da questa vita, perchè questa vita è così pura e ingenua da averti sedotto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In quell'estate, magica e vergine. Completamente vergine...poi lei,lei,lei,lei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho esaurito perfino le domande da pormi,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you've been forgiven for your silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caro Amore, finalmente ti ho scritto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ascoltami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ora so piangere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So che ho bisogno di te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Non ho mai saputo fingere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ti sento vicino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Il respiro non mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In tanto dolore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Niente di sbagliato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Niente, niente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-117017589943326220?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/117017589943326220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=117017589943326220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/117017589943326220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/117017589943326220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/01/amore-ti-scrivo.html' title='Amore ti scrivo.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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Writing&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i've smiled with my heart, i've caught some stars with the results of my moments, everything travelling upon the sky and his soft clouds,and Writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116889023395133998?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116889023395133998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116889023395133998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116889023395133998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116844759871969765?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116844759871969765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116844759871969765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116844759871969765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116844759871969765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2007/01/fin-che-ci-sei-dato-che-ci-sei.html' title='Fin che ci sei, dato che ci sei.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116585370770883812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116585370770883812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116585370770883812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-116552238066160660</id><published>2006-12-07T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:13:00.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pag.25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'[...]Avevano fatto tanta strada venendo da lontano in cerca di qualcosa che non fosse noioso, senza mai trovare niente, e adesso per giunta chissà quanto tempo ancora avrebbero dovuto restare nella nebbia,col freddo e la malinconia, prima di poter tornare a casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allora è venuto loro il sospetto che la vita potesse essere tutta così.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116552238066160660?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116552238066160660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116552238066160660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116552238066160660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116552238066160660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2006/12/pag25.html' title='Pag.25'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-116515371157821994</id><published>2006-12-03T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:13:51.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambiamento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7382/3333/1600/918380/ptitecoulisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7382/3333/320/620842/ptitecoulisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7382/3333/1600/463084/fluido.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipario aperto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambole naufragano tra le dita maliziose di un onnipotente scrittore.&lt;br /&gt;Volti tristi come fiori finti finiti in una voragine di atipicità,o non colore.&lt;br /&gt;Gli attori bruciano silenziosi sulla scena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia collezione di paure sta aumentando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulla sfondo,una casa. Ora è gialla,l'attimo dopo sarà grigia e nascosta tra alberi soli che solcano antichi monumenti.&lt;br /&gt;Sì, eccoli, riconosco il monumento dell'Amore, della Pietà, dell'Estate, del Perdono, e anche quello di una vacanza felice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7382/3333/1600/149187/2qs750k.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tutti in bianco e nero,eretti come grandiosi vecchi film. Sbiaditi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono incomprensioni perfettamente comprensibili, sono odi impercettibilmente amabili, sono solo maestosi errori di stampa.&lt;br /&gt;Colpa dello scrittore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' confusione che nasce dal desiderio,quello che io sto odiando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficaci sorrisi nascondono,proprio lì sul cuore, il mio sapere ardente. Colore rosso fuoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si apre una finestra dove Io grido 'Aiuto'.&lt;br /&gt;'Sssh...!' Nessuno deve sentirti parlare e bestemmiare lo scrittore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordi di nebbia impalpabile alle luci del mattino.&lt;br /&gt;Ricordi di un ricordo di luna piena al buio corrotto della notte. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7382/3333/1600/622582/sipario.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7382/3333/320/343776/sipario.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affascinante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora,riesci a cancellare ciò che ho visto?&lt;br /&gt;Evanescenti lascrime arrivano a rigare il viso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipario chiuso.&lt;br /&gt;Nascono buio e freddo che muteranno in rabbia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116515371157821994?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116515371157821994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116515371157821994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116515371157821994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116515371157821994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2006/12/cambiamento.html' title='Cambiamento.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-116336340715108427</id><published>2006-11-12T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:30:07.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocenza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;29 Ottobre 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Doccia fredda. Brividi di paura.&lt;br /&gt;Corpo suadente disteso con occhi spenti.&lt;br /&gt;Cuscini rossi coprono il tuo essere bella.&lt;br /&gt; (Pensieri). Buio e luce. Luce e buio. &lt;br /&gt;Il mio uomo conosce di me solo la luce. Pericolo pericoloso.&lt;br /&gt;Capelli sciolti all'aria. Aria finta autunnale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oro nei capelli.&lt;br /&gt;Oro sulla pelle, la stessa mangiata dai suoi occhi neri.&lt;br /&gt;Oro mentre bacio.&lt;br /&gt;Oro, la luce: amara seduttrice del bene e del male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho paura di mostrare quella che sono.&lt;br /&gt;Poi ha parlato lei. E' stata nascita o morte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piedi nudi. Uno accanto all'altro. Prima posizione.&lt;br /&gt;Impercettibili movimenti delle labbra.&lt;br /&gt;Profumo d'arancia e di innocenza.&lt;br /&gt;Dolce e amaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116336340715108427?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116336340715108427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116336340715108427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116336340715108427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116336340715108427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2006/11/innocenza.html' title='Innocenza.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-116275621297068018</id><published>2006-11-05T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:58:08.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>I wanted to see u again, from the roses in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and winter at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fog into my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two weeks ago i recognised you but now i'm late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm only looking for living my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today i take your hands away and i cry.&lt;br /&gt;Alone,in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why? 'Cause i promise me to see the sun again, anymore around u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anymore with u. Anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Straight,i want u to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/3333/1600/Immagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7382/3333/1600/grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always thought that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would love to live by the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To travel the world alone and live more simply &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life for rent-DIDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116275621297068018?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116275621297068018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116275621297068018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116275621297068018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116275621297068018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2006/11/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984607.post-116230859055270949</id><published>2006-10-31T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:29:50.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stelle e cuori.</title><content type='html'>Foglie sotto i piedi.&lt;br /&gt;Marcia speranzosa verso la fine della giornata e verso la fine di quel vialetto popolato da bambini.&lt;br /&gt;Dizionario fra le braccia. Pensieri ingombranti in testa.&lt;br /&gt;Telefono. Messaggi su messaggi. Suoi.   Vecchi. Nuovi.    Belli. Brutti.      &lt;br /&gt;Oggi nuovi e brutti.&lt;br /&gt;Università, lavoro. Lavoro, università. Poi magari…magari e basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicono che stasera ci divertiremo. Perplessità ammirevole. E tu non ci sei.&lt;br /&gt;Stelle cuori lezioni fogli e sole. Aria per la prima volta gelida.&lt;br /&gt; Nella via del ritorno,in qualsiasi viaggio, ci sono lacrime. In qualsiasi viaggio? Bè, in questo si.&lt;br /&gt;Sguardi delusi.    Delusione. La parola del giorno è questa.&lt;br /&gt;Giorno giornate mesi. Ne sono passati quattro dalla sera che più mi ha cambiato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella sera ho chiesto aiuto te. Non ti conosco nemmeno,se ci penso. E se ci pensi,forse riuscirai a trovare nelle mie parole un ringraziamento... So che dirai di non aver fatto niente,basta poco con me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30984607-116230859055270949?l=estellesucre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/feeds/116230859055270949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30984607&amp;postID=116230859055270949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116230859055270949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30984607/posts/default/116230859055270949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellesucre.blogspot.com/2006/10/stelle-e-cuori.html' title='Stelle e cuori.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643523674342382114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06644884300668717456'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>