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    <title>TRA TRAMONTO ED ALBA</title>
    <subtitle>il vento non sa leggere</subtitle>
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    <updated>2011-11-17T13:37:24+01:00</updated>
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        <title type="text">si</title>
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        <published>2011-11-17T13:36:23+01:00</published>
        <updated>2011-11-17T13:36:23+01:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/SERPENS/10812032.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>john_long_silver</name>
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        <summary type="text">Tutta la scienza della vita &amp;egrave; racchiusa in un antico proverbio che le buone donne ripetono: S...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske04&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.italyrevisited.org/images/photos/image9893.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;349&quot; height=&quot;492&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske04&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;Tutta la scienza della vita &amp;egrave; racchiusa in un antico proverbio che le buone donne ripetono: &lt;strong&gt;Si jeunesse savait, et si vieillesse pouvait.&lt;/strong&gt; Un grande mistero &amp;egrave; contenuto in queste poche parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">zena</title>
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        <published>2011-11-06T19:14:59+01:00</published>
        <updated>2011-11-06T19:14:59+01:00</updated>
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            <name>john_long_silver</name>
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        <content type="html">&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://genova.ogginotizie.it/GUI/file_contenuti/72867_Lutto-Genova-fiocco-nero-ribbon.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;301&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">La Chanson Des Vieux Amants</title>
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        <published>2011-10-30T16:17:26+01:00</published>
        <updated>2011-10-30T16:17:26+01:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/SERPENS/10758256.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>john_long_silver</name>
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        <summary type="text"> Bien s&amp;ucirc;r, nous e&amp;ucirc;mes des orages Vingt ans d'amour, c'est l'amour fol Mille fois tu pris...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.freewebs.com/wscoop/brel3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;234&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;Bien s&amp;ucirc;r, nous e&amp;ucirc;mes des orages &lt;br /&gt;Vingt ans d'amour, c'est l'amour fol &lt;br /&gt;Mille fois tu pris ton bagage &lt;br /&gt;Mille fois je pris mon envol &lt;br /&gt;Et chaque meuble se souvient &lt;br /&gt;Dans cette chambre sans berceau &lt;br /&gt;Des &amp;eacute;clats des vieilles temp&amp;ecirc;tes &lt;br /&gt;Plus rien ne ressemblait &amp;agrave; rien &lt;br /&gt;Tu avais perdu le go&amp;ucirc;t de l'eau &lt;br /&gt;Et moi celui de la conqu&amp;ecirc;te &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mais mon amour &lt;br /&gt;Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour &lt;br /&gt;De l'aube claire jusqu'&amp;agrave; la fin du jour &lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moi, je sais tous tes sortil&amp;egrave;ges &lt;br /&gt;Tu sais tous mes envo&amp;ucirc;tements &lt;br /&gt;Tu m'as gard&amp;eacute; de pi&amp;egrave;ges en pi&amp;egrave;ges &lt;br /&gt;Je t'ai perdue de temps en temps &lt;br /&gt;Bien s&amp;ucirc;r tu pris quelques amants &lt;br /&gt;Il fallait bien passer le temps &lt;br /&gt;Il faut bien que le corps exulte &lt;br /&gt;Finalement finalement &lt;br /&gt;Il nous fallut bien du talent &lt;br /&gt;Pour &amp;ecirc;tre vieux sans &amp;ecirc;tre adultes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, mon amour &lt;br /&gt;Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour &lt;br /&gt;De l'aube claire jusqu'&amp;agrave; la fin du jour &lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime encore, tu sais, je t'aime &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Et plus le temps nous fait cort&amp;egrave;ge &lt;br /&gt;Et plus le temps nous fait tourment &lt;br /&gt;Mais n'est-ce pas le pire pi&amp;egrave;ge &lt;br /&gt;Que vivre en paix pour des amants &lt;br /&gt;Bien s&amp;ucirc;r tu pleures un peu moins t&amp;ocirc;t &lt;br /&gt;Je me d&amp;eacute;chire un peu plus tard &lt;br /&gt;Nous prot&amp;eacute;geons moins nos myst&amp;egrave;res &lt;br /&gt;On laisse moins faire le hasard &lt;br /&gt;On se m&amp;eacute;fie du fil de l'eau &lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est toujours la tendre guerre &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, mon amour... &lt;br /&gt;Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour &lt;br /&gt;De l'aube claire jusqu'&amp;agrave; la fin du jour &lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">...</title>
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        <published>2011-10-29T15:31:17+01:00</published>
        <updated>2011-10-29T15:31:17+01:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/SERPENS/10755727.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>john_long_silver</name>
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        <summary type="text"> figlio mio abbi pazienza...Se un giorno mi vedrai vecchio, perdonami se mi sporco quando mangio e n...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/162986_154818294564556_121034744609578_263892_4241663_a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;figlio mio abbi pazienza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;Se un giorno mi vedrai vecchio, perdonami&lt;br /&gt; se mi sporco quando mangio e non riesco a vestirmi &amp;hellip; abbi pazienza,&lt;br /&gt; Se quando parlo con te ripeto sempre le stesse cose &amp;hellip; abbi pazienza&amp;hellip;per favore&amp;nbsp; ascoltami,&lt;br /&gt; Quando non voglio lavarmi non biasimarmi e non farmi vergognare &amp;hellip; abbi pazienza e&amp;nbsp; dammi il tempo  necessario e non guardarmi con quel sorrisetto ironico ; &lt;br /&gt; quando ad un certo punto non riesco a ricordare o perdo il filo del  discorso &amp;hellip; abbi pazienza e dammi il tempo necessario per ricordare e se non ci riesco  non ti innervosire &amp;hellip;.. la cosa piu&amp;rsquo; importante non e&amp;rsquo; quello che dico ma  il mio bisogno di essere con te ed averti li che mi ascolti. &lt;br /&gt; Quando le mie gambe stanche non mi consentono di tenere il tuo passo non  trattarmi come fossi un peso, abbi pazienza e vieni verso di me con le tue mani forti . Quando dico che vorrei essere morto &amp;hellip; non arrabbiarti abbi pazienza un  giorno comprenderai che cosa mi spinge a dirlo. &lt;br /&gt; Cerca di capire che alla mia et&amp;agrave; non si vive, spesso si sopravvive. &lt;br /&gt; Un giorno scoprirai che nonostante i miei errori ho sempre voluto il meglio per te, ho tentato, tentato di spianarti la strada. &lt;br /&gt; Dammi un po&amp;rsquo; del tuo tempo, dammi un po&amp;rsquo; della tua pazienza, dammi una  spalla su cui poggiare la testa . &lt;br /&gt; Aiutami a camminare, aiutami a finire i miei giorni con amore e pazienza  in cambio io ti dar&amp;ograve; un sorriso e l&amp;rsquo;immenso amore che ho sempre avuto  per te. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;Abbi pazienza ti amo figlio mio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">BAPU</title>
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        <published>2011-10-25T12:31:50+01:00</published>
        <updated>2011-10-25T12:31:50+01:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/SERPENS/10743081.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>john_long_silver</name>
        </author>
        <summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&quot;Sono le azioni che contano. I nostri pensieri, per quanto buoni possano  essere, sono perle f...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://mimmapallavicini.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/rosa-m-me-isaac-pereire.jpg?w=500&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; height=&quot;122&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske04&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: book antiqua,palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Sono le azioni che contano. I nostri pensieri, per quanto buoni possano  essere, sono perle false fintanto che non vengono trasformati in azioni.  Sii il cambiamento che vuoi vedere avvenire nel mondo...&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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