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    <title>Mi manchi</title>
    <subtitle>“Realizzare la propria leggenda personale è il solo dovere degli uomini. Tutto è una sola cosa. E quando tu desideri qualcosa, tutto l’Universo cospira affinché tu realizzi il tuo desisderio”. E quando lei desidera qualcosa di diverso?</subtitle>
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    <updated>2012-10-13T00:01:36+02:00</updated>
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        <title type="text">il tempo non guarisce</title>
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        <published>2012-10-13T00:01:20+02:00</published>
        <updated>2012-10-13T00:01:20+02:00</updated>
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            <name>LatoOscuroDTopoGigio</name>
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        <summary type="text">Non ci posso credere. 10 anni. Una vita. Finalmente stava passando tutto.&amp;nbsp;Stava passando tutto....</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Non ci posso credere. 10 anni. Una vita. Finalmente stava passando tutto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stava passando tutto. Il senso di colpa. Il dispiacere. Il dolore. L'irreale sensazione di un passato perfetto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma non era passato niente. E' bastato rivederla. Ma il passato non pu&amp;ograve; tornare pi&amp;ugrave; uguale. Ma avrei potuto essere veramente questo e quello?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">Che fai? Quanto guadagni? Dove lo fai? Come va il mercato?</title>
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        <published>2009-06-26T00:03:29+02:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-26T00:03:29+02:00</updated>
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            <name>LatoOscuroDTopoGigio</name>
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        <summary type="text">Cena di ieri sera:&quot;Ma... tu che fai?&quot;&quot;A si...scusa...Io son...&quot;&quot;Si ma che fai?&quot;Ma vaffan....Che te n...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cena di ieri sera:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ma... tu che fai?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;A si...scusa...Io son...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Si ma che fai?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma vaffan....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Che te ne frega di sapere quello che faccio se non vuoi nemmeno sapere il mio nome!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">Senza titolo</title>
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        <published>2009-06-25T23:58:20+02:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-25T23:58:20+02:00</updated>
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            <name>LatoOscuroDTopoGigio</name>
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        <summary type="text">E basta!!!!!!! NON VI VOGLIO ASCOLTARE!!!Sono stanco di voi e di tutti.&quot;Ti disturbo? Hai due minuti?...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;IMG width=&quot;120&quot; height=&quot;90&quot; SRC=&quot;http://blog.libero.it/psyco/getmedia.php?Igm%60zo%26imJwug%7D%1Fgh%60%7D%25%7E438i1872%3E%27a081k%25lapg-okgysxa%3A%27%3C2%27z%05kgonmghom-%3FM&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;E basta!!!!!!! NON VI VOGLIO ASCOLTARE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sono stanco di voi e di tutti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ti disturbo? Hai due minuti?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Si, ho 2 minuti ma perch&amp;eacute; li dovrei dare a te?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NON HO PIU' VOGLIA DI ASCOLTARVI&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">Blue sad eyes</title>
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        <published>2009-05-08T00:51:36+02:00</published>
        <updated>2009-05-08T00:51:36+02:00</updated>
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            <name>LatoOscuroDTopoGigio</name>
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        <summary type="text">No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes ....But my dreams T...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;No one knows what it's like &lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man &lt;br /&gt;To be the sad man &lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes &lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my dreams &lt;br /&gt;They aren't as empty &lt;br /&gt;As my conscience seems to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely &lt;br /&gt;My love is vengeance &lt;br /&gt;That's never free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Stasera mi sento un po' cos&amp;igrave;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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        <title type="text">Senza titolo</title>
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        <published>2006-02-23T13:21:32+02:00</published>
        <updated>2006-02-23T13:21:32+02:00</updated>
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            <name>LatoOscuroDTopoGigio</name>
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        <summary type="text">I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alo...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;IMG width=&quot;120&quot; height=&quot;90&quot; SRC=&quot;http://blog.libero.it/psyco/getmedia.php?Poxre.jgm%7DKg%60%7D7Jw%7De%7C%60%3E%25%3Da472%3C%3A%27a024k%25lapg-okgysxa%3A%27%3C2%27z%05kgonmghom%05jL&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=arial,helvetica,sans-serif class='ske02'&gt;I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer. You're looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for an answer. It's the question, Neo. It's the question that drives us. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</content>
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