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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-8707217301246500276</id><published>2008-01-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:48:43.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uno dei ricordi più magici di quest anno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df43fa9663420c5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-8100086519090088149</id><published>2007-09-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:16:27.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f3791969d3ee6e1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f3791969d3ee6e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E491CC634C3CA3A748D9AF0932CDD6BCAA20013.603564922A6ADB9C0FA4C2E46E8779C9210E150B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f3791969d3ee6e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-lZsun5eRIMN7rL20UiDKUQE0nk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f3791969d3ee6e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E491CC634C3CA3A748D9AF0932CDD6BCAA20013.603564922A6ADB9C0FA4C2E46E8779C9210E150B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f3791969d3ee6e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-lZsun5eRIMN7rL20UiDKUQE0nk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beccatevi il video della baia imperiale....la serata più fantastica ed eccitante in discoteca...tanto divertimento e tantissimo sudore!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-8100086519090088149?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-6847667583941222941</id><published>2007-09-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:22:13.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......SENZA PAROLE......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho guardato dentro una bugia&lt;br /&gt;e ho capito che è una malattia c&lt;br /&gt;he alla fine non si può guarire mai&lt;br /&gt;e ho cercato di convincermi ...&lt;br /&gt;che tu non ce l'hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ho guardato dentro casa tua&lt;br /&gt;e ho capito che era una follia&lt;br /&gt;avere pensato che fossi soltanto mia&lt;br /&gt;e ho cercato di dimenticare&lt;br /&gt;di non guardare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ho guardato la televisione&lt;br /&gt;e mi è venuta come l'impressione&lt;br /&gt;che mi stessero rubando il tempo&lt;br /&gt;e che tu... .&lt;br /&gt;.. che tu mi rubi l'amore&lt;br /&gt;ma poi ho camminato tanto&lt;br /&gt;e fuori c'era un gran rumore...&lt;br /&gt;che non ho più pensato&lt;br /&gt;a tutte queste cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ho guardato dentro un'emozione&lt;br /&gt;e ci ho visto dentro tanto amore&lt;br /&gt;che ho capito perché&lt;br /&gt;non si comanda al cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E va bene così...&lt;br /&gt;senza parole...&lt;br /&gt;senza parole...&lt;br /&gt;E va bene così, senza parole&lt;br /&gt;E va bene così, senza parole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E guardando la televisione&lt;br /&gt;mi è venuta come l'impressione&lt;br /&gt;che mi stessero rubando il tempo e che tu&lt;br /&gt;... che tu mi rubi l'amore&lt;br /&gt;ma poi ho camminato tanto&lt;br /&gt;e fuori c'era un grande sole&lt;br /&gt;che non ho più pensato&lt;br /&gt;a tutte queste cose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E va bene così...&lt;br /&gt;senza parole...&lt;br /&gt; senza parole...&lt;br /&gt;E va bene così, senza parole&lt;br /&gt; E va bene così, senza parole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....troppo vera questa canzone...in questo momento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-6847667583941222941?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6847667583941222941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=6847667583941222941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/6847667583941222941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/6847667583941222941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-2659098553190383822</id><published>2007-09-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:42:26.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grmls0pRh2s/RuqM4JZUBjI/AAAAAAAAABE/3ve913jVs3U/s1600-h/comply+cry+18+ann!!+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110051623427900978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grmls0pRh2s/RuqM4JZUBjI/AAAAAAAAABE/3ve913jVs3U/s320/comply+cry+18+ann!!+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-2659098553190383822?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2659098553190383822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=2659098553190383822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2659098553190383822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2659098553190383822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grmls0pRh2s/RuqM4JZUBjI/AAAAAAAAABE/3ve913jVs3U/s72-c/comply+cry+18+ann!!+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-3162439789829003251</id><published>2007-08-20T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:47:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....le superchicche sono divise...lolly ha bisogno di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;voi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-3162439789829003251?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-7242827861294743337</id><published>2007-08-01T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:12:46.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RICCIONE STIAMO ARRIVANDO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DALLA VALSESIA CON FURORE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-7242827861294743337?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7242827861294743337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=7242827861294743337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/7242827861294743337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/7242827861294743337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/08/riccione-stiamo-arrivando-dalla.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-1885903173973894996</id><published>2007-07-23T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:43:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certe volte accade che piccole cose ti aprano gli occhi su qlcs che magari si era messo i secondo piano...così tu ti accorgi che qst cose non è da scartare bensì da amare e da tenere sempre di più in considerazione...forse proprio questa consapevolezza riesce a farti cambiare, per qnt è possibile, oppure ti porta a sforzarti affinchè anche l altro sia felice come lo sei tu...certe volte dietro a tutto c'è ancora un cuore ferito, che dopo aver conosciuto l amore già una volta, ha paura a buttarsi di nuovo in una vera storia, oppure c'è la consepevolezza del non essere in grado di amare una persona come questa vorrebbe...&lt;br /&gt;però so che continuerò a seguire il cuore e a fare tutte le cose che questo mi dirà, perchè se c'è una cos in cui credo è la forza delle emozioni, delle passioni che inesorabilmente dominano sulla ragione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Il cuore ha le sue ragioni, che la ragione non conosce..."&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        &lt;strong&gt;Blaise Pascal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-1885903173973894996?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-4499069060309941682</id><published>2007-07-18T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T03:31:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-4499069060309941682?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4499069060309941682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=4499069060309941682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/4499069060309941682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/4499069060309941682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/07/s-o-n-o-m-g-g-i-o-r-e-n-n-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-4341648316066474642</id><published>2007-07-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:28:19.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LA' SUI MONTI CON ANNETTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOVE IL CIELO E' SEMPRE BLU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LA' CON DANIEL E CON LUSIENNE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VIENI VIENI ANKE TU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-4341648316066474642?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4341648316066474642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=4341648316066474642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/4341648316066474642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/4341648316066474642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-sui-monti-con-annette.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-3041696415703658872</id><published>2007-07-09T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:49:27.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've Had The Time Of My Life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;Now I've finally found someone&lt;br /&gt;To stand by me&lt;br /&gt;We saw the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;As we felt this magical Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Now with passion in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we could disguise it&lt;br /&gt;Secretly So we take each other's hand '&lt;br /&gt;Cause we seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;The urgency&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;This could be love because&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;With my body and soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;So we'll just let it go&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to lose control, no&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you say,&lt;br /&gt;"Stay with me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;This could be love because&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;But I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've searched though every open door&lt;br /&gt;Till I found the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you '&lt;br /&gt;Couse I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've searched though every open door&lt;br /&gt;Till I found the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La colonna sonora di tre settimane fantastiche...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-3041696415703658872?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3041696415703658872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=3041696415703658872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/3041696415703658872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/3041696415703658872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-ive-had-time-of-my-life-no-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-2404063211954813228</id><published>2007-07-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:50:55.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Il mio modo di vivere????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;da ESILIATA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il mio sport preferito???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRENDERE A CALCI LA MATTONELLA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W IL COSO DI PAGLIA CHE ROTOLA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-2404063211954813228?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2404063211954813228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=2404063211954813228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2404063211954813228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2404063211954813228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/07/il-mio-modo-di-vivere-da-esiliata-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-5835892925886634904</id><published>2007-07-05T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:49:44.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ODIO GLI APPALTI!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sopratt quelli per il rischio idrogeologico!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-5835892925886634904?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5835892925886634904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=5835892925886634904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/5835892925886634904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/5835892925886634904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/07/odio-gli-appalti-sopratt-quelli-per-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-3437824370483628547</id><published>2007-07-02T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:07:50.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visto che sono già a lavoro ma nn ho nulla da fare fino alle 8 e mezza scriverò un post...nn di quelli lunghi e complicati perchè non è nel mio stile...&lt;br /&gt;L estate ragazzi è finita e con essa avvengono anke le varie dispersioni di amici...chi va chi viene...invece io resto qua...a lavorare...non vedo l ora che arrivi il 4 agosto...mamma mia che voglia di partire e di lasciare Borgosesia per una settimana dietro le spalle...sarà lo ennesima vacanza con la mia sister (della serie nn ci siamo mai viste per tutte l estate ragazzi), anke s emi macheranno tutti gli altri...ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-3437824370483628547?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3437824370483628547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=3437824370483628547' title='2 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NON PENTIRTI MAI DI QUELLO CHE HAI FATTO SE IN QUEL MOMENTO ERI FELICE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-8111620117494601264?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8111620117494601264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=8111620117494601264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/5676623917775599025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grmls0pRh2s/RjTNzfeJFTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MxbBarHYEZQ/s72-c/03032007234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-5911971521699972795</id><published>2007-04-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:21:39.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Annaffierei le rose con le mie lacrime per sentire il dolore delle loro spine e il rosso bacio dei loro petali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avessi un pezzo di vita, non lascerei passare un solo giorno senza dire alle persone che amo, che le amo. Direi ad ogni uomo e ad ogni donna che sono i miei prediletti e vivrei innamorato dell’amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sapessi che questi sono gli ultimi minuti che ti vedo, direi “ti amo” e non darei scioccamente per scontato che già lo sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre c’è un domani e la vita ci dà un’altra possibilità per fare le cose bene, ma se mi sbagliassi e oggi fosse tutto ciò che ci rimane, mi piacerebbe dirti quanto ti amo, che mai ti dimenticherò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tieni chi ami vicino a te, digli quanto bisogno hai di loro, amali e trattali bene, trova il tempo per dirgli “mi spiace”, “perdonami”, “per favore”, “grazie” e tutte le parole d’amore che conosci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Gabriel García Márquez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-5911971521699972795?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5911971521699972795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=5911971521699972795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/5911971521699972795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/5911971521699972795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/04/annaffierei-le-rose-con-le-mie-lacrime.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-2194593932732179161</id><published>2007-04-09T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:47:49.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'amicizia fra due persone di sesso diverso o non è nulla o è amore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alphonse Karr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-2194593932732179161?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2194593932732179161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=2194593932732179161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2194593932732179161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2194593932732179161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/04/lamicizia-fra-due-persone-di-sesso.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-325256333077481405</id><published>2007-03-29T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:16:06.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...MERAVIGLIOSA CREATURA...</title><content type='html'>Molti mari e fiumi attraverserò,&lt;br /&gt; dentro la tua terra mi ritroverai.&lt;br /&gt;Turbini e tempeste io cavalcerò,&lt;br /&gt;volerò tra i fulmini per averti.&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura,&lt;br /&gt;sei sola al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa paura di averti accanto,&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole bruciano in mezzo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;amo la vita meravigliosa.&lt;br /&gt;Luce dei miei occhi,&lt;br /&gt;brilla su di me,&lt;br /&gt; voglio mille lune per accarezzarti.&lt;br /&gt;Pendo dai tuoi sogni,&lt;br /&gt;veglio su di te.&lt;br /&gt;Non svegliarti,&lt;br /&gt;non svegliarti ancora.&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura,&lt;br /&gt;sei sola al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura di averti accanto.&lt;br /&gt;Occhi di sole,&lt;br /&gt;mi tremano le parole,&lt;br /&gt;amo la vita meravigliosa.&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura,&lt;br /&gt;un bacio lento,&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura di averti accanto.&lt;br /&gt;All’improvviso tu scendi nel paradiso.&lt;br /&gt;Muoio d'amore meraviglioso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-325256333077481405?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/325256333077481405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=325256333077481405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/325256333077481405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/325256333077481405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/03/meravigliosa-creatura.html' title='...MERAVIGLIOSA CREATURA...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-2585162739579548171</id><published>2007-03-27T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:35:12.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"... FORSE PER TE NON SARO' CHE UNO GNOMO UBRIACO, EROSO DAL VIZIO CHE HA PER AMICI TENUTARI E RAGAZZE DI BORDELLO, MA IO CONOSCO L'ARTE E L'AMORE PERCHE' E' PROIETTATA VERSO DI ESSA OGNI SINGOLA FIBRA DEL MIO ESSERE ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-2585162739579548171?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2585162739579548171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=2585162739579548171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2585162739579548171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/2585162739579548171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-6966336332082274254</id><published>2007-03-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:32:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recensione Il Diavolo veste Prada</title><content type='html'>Visto che il giornalino dell oatorio è stato recentemente soppresso ho deciso di riportare qua la recensione che doveva andare sul primo numero...è uno dei pezzi più belli che abbia scritto, per qst ci tenevo che venisse pubblicato da qualche parte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno dei film tra i più attesi alla mostra del cinema di Venezia, una Meryl Streep memorabile e grandiosa…Ecco cosa riportavano i maggiori quotidiani italiani, oppure tutte le riviste specializzate in cinema; uno dei film fuori corso era uno dei più attesi e già tra i più acclamati. Marilyn Monroe cantava che i diamanti sono i migliori amici di una ragazza…ma dopo aver visto questo film ho pensato che le migliori amiche di una ragazza sono le scarpe. Soprattutto se ci si trova a New York, nella redazione del "Runway", la più influente rivista americana nel settore della moda, e non si possiede almeno un paio di Chanel. Il diavolo veste Prada è una pellicola che parla prevalentemente di MODA: c’è chi la critica e chi non può farne a meno, alcuni ci vivono, altri non sanno nemmeno con quante b si scriva Gabbana.&lt;br /&gt;Il secondo caso è quello della giovane, sveglia ma fuori moda, Andy Sachs, interpretata da Anne Hathaway; Andy è una giovane neolaureata, aspirante giornalista, giunta a New York piena di speranze. L'impiego come assistente della spietata direttrice del "Runway", Miranda Priestley, potrebbe aprirle tutte le porte per il futuro. Si tratta solo di stringere i denti per un po', scendendo a compromessi, rinunciando a propri piaceri personale per soddisfare quelli degli altri e cercare di non farsi coinvolgere troppo dallo sfavillante e spietato mondo della moda.Ma cominciando a osservare la realtà attraverso gli occhi di Miranda, Andy capirà che non ci si può nascondere dalle sfilate più attese, dalle migliaia di vestiti ultra griffati che le passano sotto gli occhi tutti i giorni, senza vendere l'anima al diavolo pur di entrare a far parte di quel mondo. Ricordando sempre che è un diavolo firmato Prada.&lt;br /&gt;Tratto dall'omonimo romanzo autobiografico di Lauren Weisberger, il Diavolo veste Prada ci dà un affresco sul mondo delle vanità odierne, grazie soprattutto alla suggestiva ambientazione newyorkese, icona di stile per eccellenza.&lt;br /&gt;In questo sfavillante luccichio, la nota fuori dal coro è Andy, che col suo animo sensibile, si infuria contro un mondo ipocrita e senza scrupoli che la circonda: una moderna Cenerentola, che ha già il suo principe azzurro, un cuoco (Adrian Grenier), che l'aspetta a casa ogni sera.&lt;br /&gt;Il vero piatto "forte" è comunque l’interpretazione di Meryl Streep nei panni di Miranda, che, con una recitazione impeccabile, rende il suo personaggio adorabile pur nella sua detestabilità, dotandolo di una sua umanità tutta particolare, quella di una “Crudelia Demon della moda”. Infatti la sua Miranda è una donna d'affari spietata con i suoi dipendenti, disponibile con i suoi superiori, che non ha bisogno di alzare la voce per farsi ascoltare e obbedire, ma allo stesso tempo è una donna costretta a rimanere sola, a soffrire in silenzio e a sacrificare la sua famiglia per mantenere inalterata la sua posizione.&lt;br /&gt;Bravi e brillanti anche la protagonista, Anne Hathaway, che possiede la freschezza adatta al suo ruolo, e Stanley Tucci, che, con la sua comicità un po’ mascherata, riesce ad emergere anche questa volta.&lt;br /&gt;Peccato per la soluzione finale, leggermente moralistica, ma soprattutto un po’ forzata e frettolosa. Anche se, in fin dei conti, è azzeccata per “salvare il salvabile” del mondo della moda; Morale o non morale questo film ci fa capire che in fondo, ma proprio in fondo, anche il diavolo ha un cuore…lascio a voi il compito di trovarlo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-6966336332082274254?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6966336332082274254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=6966336332082274254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/6966336332082274254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/6966336332082274254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/03/recensione-il-diavolo-veste-prada.html' title='Recensione Il Diavolo veste Prada'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-4832526149282847132</id><published>2007-03-15T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:10:10.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;La più nobile specie di bellezza è quella che non trascina a un tratto, che non scatena assalti tempestosi e inebrianti (una tale bellezza suscita facilmente nausea), ma che si insinua lentamente, che quasi inavvertitamente si porta via con sé e che un giorno ci si ritrova davanti in sogno, ma che alla fine, dopo aver a lungo con modestia giaciuto nel nostro cuore, si impossessa completamente di noi e ci riempie gli occhi di lacrime e il cuore di nostalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nietzsche, Friedrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-4832526149282847132?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4832526149282847132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=4832526149282847132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/4832526149282847132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/4832526149282847132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-pi-nobile-specie-di-bellezza-quella.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-117320879990027966</id><published>2007-03-06T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:19:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eccitami, portami via per uccidermi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sfiniscimi, lasciami da un'altra parte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lo urlo, lo dico che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Non è mio amico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lo butto giù, lo butto giù &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E poi rinasce di nuovo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-117320879990027966?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/117320879990027966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=117320879990027966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117320879990027966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117320879990027966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/03/eccitami-portami-via-per-uccidermi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-117301244504371713</id><published>2007-03-04T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:47:25.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...IRLANDA FOREVER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/1600/989853/D1000049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/320/489310/D1000049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/1600/168853/D1000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/320/949807/D1000021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/1600/540319/Gruppo%20a%20Kilkenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/320/4984/Gruppo%20a%20Kilkenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/1600/827780/Tutte%20dal%20papa!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/320/188304/Tutte%20dal%20papa%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-117301244504371713?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/117301244504371713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=117301244504371713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117301244504371713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117301244504371713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/03/irlanda-forever.html' title='...IRLANDA FOREVER...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-117215213636329749</id><published>2007-02-22T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:50:41.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...THE END...</title><content type='html'>si ragazzi...una triste notizia vi devo dare...IL CARNEVALE è FINITO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ieri hanno bruciato il peru...e quindi si può ritenere definitivamente concluso qst mese di festeggiamenti...ovviamente il mio rione ( per la FORNACE la la la la la, per la FORNACE la la la la la la!!!!) ha vinto il mini palio!!! Ma oltre qst lieta notizia, ora dovrò dire addio alle sfilate che qst anno sn state particolarmente fantastiche...grazie alla mia sister che mi ha accompagnata in qst avventura anke qst anno....grazie al mio rione, e sopratt...un grazie molto sentito al...GIN LEMON! è difficile per me dire addio alle fantastiche ciocche dovute al gin lemon fatto appositamente per noi dal mitico Sandro!&lt;br /&gt;Beh il carnevale ogni diventa per me un appuntamemto sempre più atteso e sentito...sopratt perchè l anno prossimo ci sarà un vero Mercu scurot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quindi arrivederci carnevale...&lt;br /&gt;e ora direi che possiamo già pensare...all ALPAA e alle mitiche pro loco!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sangria stiamo arrivando!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-117215213636329749?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/117215213636329749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=117215213636329749' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117215213636329749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117215213636329749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/02/end.html' title='...THE END...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-117095450463849128</id><published>2007-02-08T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:08:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...AMICIZIA....</title><content type='html'>Proprio in questo perido mi sono accorta di quanto sono importanti gli amici...anche prima lo sapevo però certe volte si dimentica, nella quotidianeità, di qnt siano fondamentali...Mi sono accorta che quando perdi qualcuno di questi rimani vuoto, insoddisfatto, incompleto...e cerchi di riconquistarlo...perchè se ci tieni veramente l amicizia alla fine trionfa, anche se ci sono stati numerosi freintendimenti e qualche dolore...talvolta però le amicizie finiscono senza motivo...oppure i motivi ci sono ma le persone interessate preferiscono tacere...e fare le false...in questi casi l amaro in bocca ti rimane...tu dai tutta te stessa in un amicizia che alla fine trova un muro insormontabile...e prima o poi finisce...ma tu cmq sai che hai dato tutto e che non rimpiangi niente...In certi casi vecchie amicizie ritornano...forse perchè solo assopite nel tempo...e quando queste ritornano capisci che non avevi buttato via il tuo tempo e che hai trovato nuove persone a cui volere bene...Però ho anche capito che gli ex fidanzati non possono essere tuoi amici...non funziona mai...e cercare un amicizia con questi è solo una grande delusione e porta tanta sofferenza inutile...In ogni caso bisogna sopratt ricordare che esistono amici che ci sono e ci saranno sempre nella tua vita, quelli con cui condividi le piccole cose, le assapori insieme...e che non ti deludono mai...sono quelli che ringrazio perchè vogliono stare nella tua vita per renderla più speciale....quelli che qunado li vedi sei più felice...quelli da cui non vorresti separarti mai...quelli che nei momenti importanti fanno di tutto per esserci....io credo ciecamente nella amicizia...forse più in questa che nell amore...quindi grazie amici...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-117095450463849128?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/117095450463849128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=117095450463849128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117095450463849128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/117095450463849128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/02/amicizia.html' title='...AMICIZIA....'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116992049824248076</id><published>2007-01-27T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:56:46.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E' una bella prigione , il mondo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;( Shakespeare , Amleto ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116992049824248076?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116992049824248076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116992049824248076' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116992049824248076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116992049824248076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/01/e-una-bella-prigione-il-mondo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116982298225428393</id><published>2007-01-26T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:49:42.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post per la mia Benny</title><content type='html'>Vediamo un pò se ti ricordi queste cose...ho ritrvato un vecchio docmento...risalente a 4 anni fa...ti ricordi agente 00%polvere????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh si, siamo proprio noi…&lt;br /&gt;Per vostra fortuna sono qui, le PALADINE della POLVERE, le TESTE di CUOIO delle ALLERGIE, i SERVIZI SEGRETI contro il TERRORISMO degl’ACARI….noi siamo le spie della Whopp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, è vero!Voi non sapete cos’è la WHOOP, beh ovvio, perché se no non sarebbe un’associazione segreta…..!!!!!Che sbadata!!&lt;br /&gt;Ora vi spiego di cosa si tratta: è un’organizzazione di SPIONAGGIO MONDIALE che COMBATTE CONTRO LA POLVERE…….Nemico molto difficile da combattere…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116982298225428393?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116982298225428393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116982298225428393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116982298225428393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116982298225428393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-per-la-mia-benny.html' title='post per la mia Benny'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116958270412399077</id><published>2007-01-23T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:05:04.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERCHICCHE FOREVER!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/1600/893244/Superchicche_nuovieps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/320/797723/Superchicche_nuovieps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/1600/809677/Sacooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4773/3318/320/332914/Sacooooooooo.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116958270412399077?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116958270412399077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116958270412399077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116958270412399077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116958270412399077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/01/superchicche-forever.html' title='SUPERCHICCHE FOREVER!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116852482784196596</id><published>2007-01-11T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T06:13:47.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ti sei mai sentito come se stessi crollando? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ti sei mai sentito fuori posto? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come se in qualche modo non fossi adatto e nessuno ti capisca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vuoi mai scappare via? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ti rinchiudi nella tua stanza? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con il volume della radio cosi' alto che nessuno ti sente urlare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; No non sai com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando niente ti sembra a posto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No non sai com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essere come me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere ferito, s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entirsi perso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere lasciato fuori al buoi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere colpito quando sei giu' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentirti come preso in giro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere sull'orlo di crollare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e non c'e' nessuno li' a salvarti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, non sai com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benvenuto nella mia vita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vuoi essere qualcun altro? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei stanco di sentirti lasciato fuori &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei in disperata ricerca di qualcosa di piu' prima che la tua vita sia finita? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei bloccato in un mondo che odi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sei stanco di tutti quelli che ti circondano? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con i loro grandi falsi sorrisi e stupide buige &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mentre tu dentro nel profondo stai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sanguinando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No non sai com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando niente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ti sembra a posto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No non sai com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essere come me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessuno ti ha mai mentito dritto in faccia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nessuno ti ha mai pugnalato alle spalle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puoi pensare che io sia felice ma non staro' bene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tutti ti hanno sempre dato cio' che volevi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Non hai mai dovuto lavorare, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e' sempre stato tutto li' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Non sai com'e' Com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere ferito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentirsi perso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere lasciato fuori al buoi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere colpito quando sei giu'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sentirti come preso in giro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere sull'orlo di crollare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e non c'e' nessuno li' a salvarti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; No, non sai com'e' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benvenuto nella mia vita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116852482784196596?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116852482784196596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116852482784196596' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116852482784196596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116852482784196596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome To My Life...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116714845980915294</id><published>2006-12-26T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:54:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Non è altro che questo, epigrafe funeraria, un nome. Conviene ai morti. A chi ha concluso. Io sono vivo e non concludo. La vita non conclude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116714845980915294?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116714845980915294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116714845980915294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116714845980915294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116714845980915294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/12/non-altro-che-questo-epigrafe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116672642183142111</id><published>2006-12-21T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:40:21.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...SEMPER FIDELIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116672642183142111?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116672642183142111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116672642183142111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116672642183142111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116672642183142111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116664104991742595</id><published>2006-12-20T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:57:29.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>importante!!!</title><content type='html'>per shant:&lt;br /&gt;se mi devi scrivere qlcs mandami un e-mail a &lt;a href="mailto:barawoman@libero.it"&gt;barawoman@libero.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nn scrivere niente sul mio blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116664104991742595?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116664104991742595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116664104991742595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116664104991742595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116664104991742595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/12/importante.html' title='importante!!!'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116611799606709269</id><published>2006-12-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:41:22.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally in love...</title><content type='html'>talvolta succede proprio così...ci si innamora "accidentalmente"....e stai ore a chiederti perchè sia successo...ma nn c'è un perchè devi accettarlo e basta...e forse è quello l amore più bello...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116611799606709269?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116611799606709269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116611799606709269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116611799606709269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116611799606709269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/12/accidentally-in-love.html' title='accidentally in love...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116561045339029009</id><published>2006-12-08T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:40:53.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi sono sposata!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sabato scorso il nuovo prete MAROOOOO ha ufficializzato l unione fra me e il mio shanty....ora siamo felicemente sposati...ringrazio sopratt la mia damigella-pera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116561045339029009?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116561045339029009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116561045339029009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116561045339029009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116561045339029009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/12/mi-sono-sposata.html' title='Mi sono sposata!!!!!'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116474541370301669</id><published>2006-11-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:23:33.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicità...</title><content type='html'>cos è la felicità???&lt;br /&gt;per me ognuno si crea la sua felicità...per alcuni è condurre una vita piena di belle cose...per altri mangiare un biscotto al cioccolato...cm diceva Pico Della Mirandola "l uomo è artefice di se medesimo"...quindi noi siamo artefici della nostra felicità...io credo di avrt fatto di tutto per riconquistarla...qnd la perdi ti accorgi di qnt sei fortunato ad averla provata...e tiri fuori le unghie e i denti per riprendertela...&lt;br /&gt;una cosa che mi fa arrabbiare è vedere la gente che ha la felicità sotto il naso ma è troppo impegnata a piangersi addosso per riconoscerla...anke a me è già successo...e mi sono odiata per qst...ma subito dopo ho capito che il primo passo per conquistare la propria felicità è volersi bene, accettarsi e comprendere le proprie potenzialità...io l ho fatto...e ora sono di nuovo felice...qst sono gli ingredienti per ottenere la felicità...nn vuol dire avere tutto ciò che si desidera...quello arriverà a suo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;ora riporto una bella frase che mi è servita in qst periodo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Non piangere se nn vedi la luna...le lacrime ti impedirebbero di vedere le stelle..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con me ha funzionato...qst frase e molto shopping sono le cure migliori se sei depresso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116474541370301669?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116474541370301669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116474541370301669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116474541370301669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116474541370301669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/11/felicit.html' title='Felicità...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116453494287867405</id><published>2006-11-26T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:55:42.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...UN VERO AMICO...</title><content type='html'>Questa canzone l ho scritta per far riflettere...in un cd che mi è stato regalato l hanno scorso era la prima canzone...nn mi piaceva sul subito...poi a furia di ascoltarla si sono legati con questa canzone una miriade di ricordi...ma non penso che anke per l altra persona sia così...ormai da tutte e due le parti l'orgoglio ci impedisce di parlare, di confrontarci...lo ammetto è anke colpa mia...forse però ricordando le parole di qst canzone, riusciremo a sbloccare qualcosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... le cose non sono andate come le avevano sognate e adesso sono lì, buttati in una stalla ad aspettare mattina, due ciuchini mezzi azzoppati in attesa di essere buttati in mare. Lucignolo è pentito e sa di aver coinvolto Pinocchio in questa brutta avventura, ma in fondo se hanno sbagliato, hanno sbagliato insieme e quando si è amici veramente, si dividono anche le sfortune e Pinocchio sa che Lucignolo è un vero amico..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con un amico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non servono regole e neanche bugie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non c'è bisogno di chiedere scusa se mai qualche cosa non va, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un vero amico ti resta vicino nel bene e nel male &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e non gli serve parlare per dirti che pensa di te. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se c'è un amico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'è sempre speranza di un'altra occasione &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un treno perso è soltanto una buona ragione&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; per prenderne un altro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se ti succede che soffri in silenzio ti sta ad ascoltare e sa restare,aspettando il sereno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a bagnarsi con te. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le feste passano, gli amici no, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comunque vada, sai che non ti scorderò, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;possiamo crederci, amico mio, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proviamo a farcela una volta in più. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un vero amico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;è una vera fortuna se è come sei tu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;che non ti preoccupi mai di sembrarmi diverso da quello che sei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu m'hai insegnato a sbagliare e sbagliando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ho imparato a campare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; desiderando ogni giorno più forte la mia libertà. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le feste passano, gli amici no, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comunque vada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sai che non ti scorderò, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;possiamo crederci, amico mio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; proviamo a farcela… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le feste passano, gli amici no, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e se il destino poi, cambiasse idea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;restiamo amici noi, comunque sia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116453494287867405?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116453494287867405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116453494287867405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116453494287867405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116453494287867405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/11/un-vero-amico.html' title='...UN VERO AMICO...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116405443451746757</id><published>2006-11-20T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:27:14.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAZIE....</title><content type='html'>forse questo post vi sembrerà sdolcinato...ma voglio ringraziare tutti i miei amici...qst è un periodo molto difficile per me...ma voi mi state aiutando tanto...posso dirlo con tutta franchezza...mi siete rimasti solo voi...e siete la cosa più bella della mia vita...GRAZIE per tutto...grazie sorellina mia...la mia Benny...che ogni giorno mi da la mano per continuare ad andare avanti...grazie mae...sei e resterai sempre la mia amante preferita...Grazie al mio playmaker preferito...che mi aiuta sempre...e ai miei amici spastici marooooooo e pooooooool che mi stanno vicini...un bacio a tutti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116405443451746757?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116405443451746757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116405443451746757' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116405443451746757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116405443451746757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/11/grazie.html' title='GRAZIE....'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116370939069932220</id><published>2006-11-16T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:39:20.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Di sere nere...che nn c'è tempo, nn c'è spazio, che mai nessuno capirà.....perchè fa male, male, male da morire...SENZA TE....SENZA TE....ho cambiato il silenzio parlandogli addosso, levigato la tua assenza, solo con le mie braccia...e più mi vorrai e meno mi vedrai e meno mi vorrai e più sarò con te...e più mi vorrai e meno mi vedrai e meno mi vorrai e più sarò con te, e più sarò con te, con TE, con TE...lo giuro...&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/30869300-116370939069932220?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116370939069932220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116370939069932220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116370939069932220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116370939069932220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/11/di-sere-nere.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116352025381583969</id><published>2006-11-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:04:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcune foto dello scambio in Italia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/HPIM1932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/HPIM2047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/HPIM2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/HPIM2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/HPIM2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116352025381583969?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116352025381583969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116352025381583969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116352025381583969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116352025381583969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/11/alcune-foto-dello-scambio-in-italia.html' title='Alcune foto dello scambio in Italia...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116343060131604905</id><published>2006-11-13T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:11:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Io voglio vivere...</title><content type='html'>Forse scorre dentro il silenzio il senso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e il profilo della vita è tra le cose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e anche il buio serve ad immaginare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ragione che ci invita a provare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so che può far bene anche gridare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per riscattare l'anima dal torpore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so che ad ingannarmi non è l'amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché voglio amare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare a farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contro il mio equilibrio sempre un po' precario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;libero l'istinto, ciò che mi sostiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emozione nuova senza nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ragione che ci invita a continuare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per questo problema non ho soluzione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io mi sento vittima e carceriere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so che ad ingannarmi non è l'amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché voglio amare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse la coscienza, il senso della vita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sta in mezzo a mille notti o forse più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non servirà a tradire semplicemente amare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualsiasi cosa che ti dà di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116343060131604905?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116343060131604905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116343060131604905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116343060131604905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116343060131604905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/11/io-voglio-vivere.html' title='Io voglio vivere...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116230928263851689</id><published>2006-10-31T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:41:22.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mi chiedo perchè ci sono sempre delle persone che appaiono migliori delle altre senza fare nulla...semplicemente perchè sono stupide e carine...in ogni caso riescono sempre a portarti via le persone a cui tieni e con cui hai passato dei bei momenti....e mi chiedo anke perchè qst gente si lascia imbabolare così...affascinati da chissà quale cosa...ho passato anni a cercare di capire perchè alcune persone sono così "venerate" e nn sono ancora riuscita a darmi una risposta....beh tanto quelli che ci perdono sono coloro che, imbambolati, nn riescono a capire chi sono veramente le persone che ci tengono a loro...beh io posso solo dire una cosa, vedremo chi nel momento del bisogno ci sarà...le persone tanto carine oppure quelle che ci tengono veramente?????&lt;br /&gt;Qst post l ho scritto sl perchè qst cse nn riuscivo più a tenermelo dentro...e state tranquilli che qst problema verrà affrontato cn le persone interessate a voce...secondo la mia filosofia di vita che dice che parlarne è il modo migliore per risolvere...sempre se le altre persone accettano le critiche....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116230928263851689?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116230928263851689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116230928263851689' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116230928263851689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116230928263851689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/mi-chiedo-perch-ci-sono-sempre-delle.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116187131176865591</id><published>2006-10-26T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:01:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W LA CULTURA!!!</title><content type='html'>eh già...anke qst ho riconfermato il migliore ambito secondo me...la cultura...qst parola è quella che mi rappresenta di più...chi c'è di più acculturato di me???penso nessuno...a parte la mia sister benedetta e il mio amore maria...ragazze...qst è tutto in mano nostra(e della francy!!!)...che grande figata...un altro stupendo anno incomincia...e sarà migliore dell altro!!!vi voglio bene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116187131176865591?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116187131176865591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116187131176865591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116187131176865591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116187131176865591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/w-la-cultura.html' title='W LA CULTURA!!!'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116119978767893248</id><published>2006-10-18T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:29:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Il cuore dice sempre la verità...bisogna solo avere il coraggio di seguirlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116119978767893248?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116119978767893248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116119978767893248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116119978767893248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116119978767893248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/il-cuore-dice-sempre-la-verit.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116100367937348561</id><published>2006-10-16T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:01:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il cuore ha ragioni che la ragione non conosce...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Blaise Pascal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116100367937348561?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116100367937348561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116100367937348561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116100367937348561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116100367937348561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/il-cuore-ha-ragioni-che-la-ragione-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-116015579418776059</id><published>2006-10-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:30:57.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il sabato sera...</title><content type='html'>Per me e Betta il sabato sera è un rito...qualcosa di irrinunciabile...cena fuori...con litri di birra o di vino bianco...si fuma un pò....e poi si fa una cappatina al Bretagna...il prossimo alcolico da provare è il bacio del diavolo...nn vi dico cosa contiene perchè è meglio...tra due sabati si va al maneggio per il compleanno della gilla(dovremmo incontrare di nuovo due persone che avevamo archiviato)...ma ce la faremo...tanto saremo un pò...brille...e quando si è brilli tutto è più facile, vero Benny????&lt;br /&gt;e ricordate...................VINO VERITAS...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-116015579418776059?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/116015579418776059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=116015579418776059' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116015579418776059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/116015579418776059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/il-sabato-sera.html' title='Il sabato sera...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115989863678197324</id><published>2006-10-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:06:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEI PARTE DI ME...</title><content type='html'>Forse vi sto rompendo con le canzoni...ma in qst periodo nn ho molta voglia di parlare o di scrivere...e talvolta una canzone dice esattamente quello che pensi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io sto pensando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che non ritornano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sto pensando che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che sei poi ci riprovo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo so che non è più lo stesso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lo chiedo da un po’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quei momenti con te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ritornano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;le parole con te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ne vale la pena &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oppure vorrei più fortuna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e per ogni giorno mi prendo un ricordo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che tengo nascosto lontano dal tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insieme agli sguardi veloci momenti che tengo x me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se ti fermassi soltanto un momento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;potresti capire davvero che è questo che cerco di dirti da circa una vita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo tengo per me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEI PARTE DI ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e lo porto con me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo nascondo x me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in macchina non tornano chilometri che scorrono &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discorsi che ti cambiano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e immagini che passano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e restano qua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ho bisogno lo so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di sentire che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro c’è &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voglia di ridere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qualche cosa in cui credere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e per ogni giorno mi prendo un ricordo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che tengo nascosto lontano dal tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insieme agli sguardi veloci momenti che tengo x me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se ti fermassi soltanto un momento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;potresti capire davvero che e questo che cerco di dirti da circa una vita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo tengo per me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEI PARTE DI ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEI PARTE DI ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se ti fermassi soltanto un momento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;potresti capire davvero che e questo che cerco di dirti da circa una vita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo tengo x me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEI PARTE DI ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEI PARTE DI ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo tengo x me…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/dividers/dividers_96.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115989863678197324?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115989863678197324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115989863678197324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115989863678197324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115989863678197324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/sei-parte-di-me.html' title='SEI PARTE DI ME...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/dividers/th_dividers_96.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115979611470402633</id><published>2006-10-02T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T06:48:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amore troverà la via...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHIARA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E noi siamo qui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in un mondo che&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noi affronteremo da soli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io e Te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io nn voglio avere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quello che hanno gli altri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forse non son forte e ho paura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma dentro al cuore son sicura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L amore troverà la via&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;non mi perderò con te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi sentirò a casa mia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due note fanno un'armonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che nasce dentro al cuore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;per noi due l amore troverà la via...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOVU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tu avrai paura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no non capirai che l amore è giusto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e non ti lascia mai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E' perfetto il mondo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro agli occhi tuoi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con la gioia che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c'è in te e in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agli altri diremo che&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L amore troverà la via&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;non mi perderò con te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi sentirò a casa mia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due note fanno un'armonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che sboccia come un fiore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;per noi due l amore troverà la via&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per noi troverà la via...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115979611470402633?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115979611470402633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115979611470402633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115979611470402633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115979611470402633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/10/lamore-trover-la-via.html' title='L&apos;amore troverà la via...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115955750579948615</id><published>2006-09-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:18:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole....</title><content type='html'>se una persona vi dice che siete la cosa più bella o più importante voi le credete ciecamente???e se sopratt quella persona poi nn dimostra le cose che dice perdete un pò di fiducia nei suoi confronti???beh io si...quindi o qst persona cambia atteggiamento o io la eviterò...perchè parlare è un conto...e io sono stufa di sentire solo parole...&lt;br /&gt;smack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115955750579948615?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115955750579948615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115955750579948615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115955750579948615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115955750579948615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/parole.html' title='Parole....'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115936711079562533</id><published>2006-09-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:25:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...tristezza...</title><content type='html'>uffa...mia mancano i tedeschi...ecco lo sapevo che sarebbe finita così...cioè qnd c'erano nn li volevamo...invece ora...qst scambio mi è servito, nn sl per l inglese...mi ha fatto capire molte cose, mi ha fatto riconquistare l amicizia cn le mie compagne di classe...insomma è servita...qnd mi arriveranno metterò molte foto...così potrete vedere i tedeschi...dai più fighi...alle più...ehm....chiedete a benedetta della sua crucca.......smack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115936711079562533?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115936711079562533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115936711079562533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115936711079562533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115936711079562533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/tristezza.html' title='...tristezza...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115909018424744094</id><published>2006-09-24T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:31:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trudly madly deeply...una canzone stupenda...</title><content type='html'>Qst è il testo tradotto di una delle mie canzoni preferite...penso che sia una della più belle canzoni d'amore che qualcuno abbia scritto...e io la dedico al mio amore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Savage Garden - Truly madly deeply &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinceramente pazzamente profondamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarò il tuo sogno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò il tuo desidero, sarò la tua fantasia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò la tua speranza, sarò il tuo amore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò tutto ciò di cui hai bisogno. Ti amerò di più ad ogni respiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lo farò sinceramente pazzamente e profondamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò forte e fedele &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perché sto contando su &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un nuovo inizio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una ragione per vivere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un significato più profondo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare con te su una montagna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei fare il bagno con te nel mare &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare così per sempre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finché non mi cadrà addosso il cielo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando le stelle splenderanno luminose nel cielo vellutato &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esprimerò un desiderio da mandare in paradiso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poi farti commuovere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le lacrime di gioia per tutto il piacere della certezza &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di sapere che siamo circondati dalla comodità e la protezione del &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potere più alto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelle ore di solitudine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le lacrime ti consumeranno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare con te su una montagna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei fare il bagno con te nel mare &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare così per sempre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finché non mi cadrà addosso il cielo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh non lo riesci a vedere baby? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non devi chiudere i tuoi occhi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perché è proprio qua davanti a te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tutto ciò di cui hai bisogno arriverà sicuramente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò il tuo sogno Sarò il tuo desidero, sarò la tua fantasia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò la tua speranza, sarò il tuo amore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarò tutto ciò di cui hai bisogno. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ti amerò di più ad ogni respiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lo farò sinceramente pazzamente e profondamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare con te su una montagna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei fare il bagno con te nel mare &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare così per sempre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finché non mi cadrà addosso il cielo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115909018424744094?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115909018424744094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115909018424744094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115909018424744094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115909018424744094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/trudly-madly-deeplyuna-canzone.html' title='trudly madly deeply...una canzone stupenda...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115895457136241466</id><published>2006-09-22T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:49:31.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIUTATEMI...</title><content type='html'>Dopo 3 giorni nn ce la faccio più...basta...nn vedo l ora che tornino a casa qst tedeschi...veramente vogliono tutto...vogliono stare solo con i loro amici..pretendono che tu faccio ciò che voglio...ma oh!!!ok bravi...ma fino ad un certo punto...oggi ci sono già stati i primi litigi...la mia mi ha tenuto il muso per tutto il giorno...ma domani io e benny portiamo le nostre in oratorio....auguri!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115895457136241466?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115895457136241466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115895457136241466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115895457136241466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115895457136241466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/aiutatemi.html' title='AIUTATEMI...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115867517090039952</id><published>2006-09-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:12:50.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sole di settembre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un'altra notte di illusioni &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente immersa nell'ipocrisia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manca ossigeno nell'aria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senza te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come il sole di settembre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando ormai L'estate se ne va &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei tu l'ultima speranza &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'Unica x me, unica x me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo solo di te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di ogni gesto che fai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di quegli attimi che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu soltanto mi dai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ogni giorno di più &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sai convincermi che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nulla avrebbe senso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se non fossi qui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con me… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi hai insegnato che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un sorriso illumina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ogni istante grigio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Della nostra età &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non un'ora un giorno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma un' eternità &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ti vorrei con me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ti vorrei con me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo solo di te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di ogni gesto che fai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di quegli attimi che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu soltanto mi dai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ogni giorno di più&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sai convincermi che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nulla avrebbe senso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se non fossi qui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io non so che mi fai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io per te morirei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spettri di quei giorni bui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spariscono col tuo sguardo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stringimi e resta qui, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qui con me Vivo solo di te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Del calore che dai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La tua luce per me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non si spegnerà mai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ogni giorno di più &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sai convincermi che &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nulla avrebbe senso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se non fossi qui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non posso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restare senza di te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un raggio di luce &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu sei per me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115867517090039952?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115867517090039952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115867517090039952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115867517090039952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115867517090039952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/sole-di-settembre.html' title='Sole di settembre...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115852074481063176</id><published>2006-09-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:19:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tedesche!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/Germania%202006%20(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/400/Germania%202006%20%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fra tre giorni arrivano le tedesche...mi chiedo: perchè ho fatto qst scambio culturale??la mia tedesca è una logorroica paura...nn la sopporto...avrete un resoconto di qst settimana infernale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115852074481063176?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115852074481063176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115852074481063176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115852074481063176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115852074481063176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/tedesche.html' title='tedesche!!!'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115833554615053724</id><published>2006-09-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:52:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/Festa%20mia%20di%20comply%202006%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/Festa%20mia%20di%20comply%202006%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/Festa%20mia%20di%20comply%202006%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/Festa%20mia%20di%20comply%202006%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/ER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/ER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora sposto un pò di foto...che mi piacciono...o che mi rappresentano con le persone a cui tengo di più...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115833554615053724?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115833554615053724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115833554615053724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115833554615053724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115833554615053724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/foto.html' title='foto...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115817082815449044</id><published>2006-09-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:07:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la riconoscete????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/mae%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/mae%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beh di sicuro avete capito chi è...lei qst foto nn l avrebbe mai pubblicata e quindi l ho fatto io..è un soggetto pericoloso...sopratt se ubriaca....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115817082815449044?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115817082815449044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115817082815449044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115817082815449044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115817082815449044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-riconoscete.html' title='la riconoscete????'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115815675083084158</id><published>2006-09-13T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:12:30.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruttissima estate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/1600/Super%20Chicche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4773/3318/320/Super%20Chicche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quest estate è stata veramente brutta, ma ci ha aiutate a crescere( intendo me e la signorina piccio)...abbiamo capito chi sono0 le vere amiche che nel momento del bisogno ci stanno vicino...abbiamo perso l amicizia di altre perchè troppo impegnate a provarci con migliaia di ragazzi idioti...sono finalmente riuscita a liberarmi da una persona che nn ha fatto altro che farmi soffrire per 5 anni...abbiamo perso gillo...ma forse era meglio così...ho capito che la giavina di 2 anni fa non tornerà più...e mi dispiace tento...ma meglio così...la vita va avanti...e noi qst anno (che è il 18esimo) lo vivremo alla grande...faremo tutto quello che ci sentiremo, magari soffrendo...ma sempre unite...&lt;br /&gt;Vi voglio bene mie super chicche...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115815675083084158?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115815675083084158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115815675083084158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115815675083084158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115815675083084158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/bruttissima-estate.html' title='bruttissima estate...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115815542254516963</id><published>2006-09-13T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:50:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chi nn muore si rivede...</title><content type='html'>dopo varie peripezie con il computer sono tornata a scrivere sul mio blog...la scuola è appena iniziata e ho già in programma un interrogazione di greco, un test di matematica che andrà molto male e una prova di filosofia...che gioia!&lt;br /&gt;in compenso ho ritrovato le mie compagne di classe...la mia sisterina che avevo perso in mezzo ai pastori sardi...ricominciano gli spettacoli...e l oratorio...per un altro anno la squadra Piccio- Cametti-Rinaldi produrra solo per voi migliaia di articoli fantastici...e come l anno scorso si rintanerà in quella redazione senza più uscirne...pronti??si parte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115815542254516963?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115815542254516963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115815542254516963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115815542254516963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115815542254516963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/09/chi-nn-muore-si-rivede.html' title='chi nn muore si rivede...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115469009419670456</id><published>2006-08-04T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:14:54.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi sento inutile...</title><content type='html'>in questo periodo capita troppo spesso...nn riesco a fare nulla di buono...sono riuscita a rovinare Giavina...ho una delle mie più care amiche che nn mi parla più...non riesco ad amare come meriterebbe il mio ragazzo...non reisco ad aiutare come si dovrebbe la mia migliore amica....io non penso di essere una ragazza frustrata, ma in certi momenti mi chiedo a cosa servo...e mi sento male dentro...cm adesso...ho qualcosa che mi schiaccia dentro...ecco...mi sento inutile...e in più sta mattina ho capito che questa mia amica è arrabbiata con me...e questa cosa non ha fatto che sconvolgermi ancora di più...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115469009419670456?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115469009419670456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115469009419670456' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115469009419670456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115469009419670456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/08/mi-sento-inutile.html' title='mi sento inutile...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115408351349630774</id><published>2006-07-28T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:39:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un altro test....ma più speciale...</title><content type='html'>questo test è sopratt per la mia sister benedetta....è dedicato tutto ad una persona che lei conosce bene...è riccio e abita a varallo...magari avete già capito...cmq chiunque abbia tempo e vuole farlo è il benvenuto...benny voglio un 100 da te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rifleman.altervista.org/friendtest/test.php?usr=Andomaca"&gt;http://rifleman.altervista.org/friendtest/test.php?usr=Andomaca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115408351349630774?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115408351349630774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115408351349630774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115408351349630774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115408351349630774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/un-altro-testma-pi-speciale.html' title='un altro test....ma più speciale...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115385905472003034</id><published>2006-07-25T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:07:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>dai l ho fatto anchio...sono curiosa di vedere i risultati..io in quelli delle mie amiche ho totalizzato punteggi altissimi(benny ti ricordo che nel tuo ho totalizzato 100)..spero che anche per me sia così!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rifleman.altervista.org/friendtest/test.php?usr=Bisty"&gt;http://rifleman.altervista.org/friendtest/test.php?usr=Bisty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115385905472003034?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115385905472003034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115385905472003034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115385905472003034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115385905472003034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/test.html' title='TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115383501263997892</id><published>2006-07-25T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:45:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Giavina stiamo arrivando...</title><content type='html'>5 giorni di puro relax fra le alpi, in una cornice mozzafiato...beh potrei fare la guida di Giavina un assemblamento di4 case sopra sabbia....in questo luogo c'è una casa...che per il secondo anno ci ospita...la padrona di casa è la nostra chiaretta...qui passerò alcuni giorni con Benedetta, Chiara, Marco(Ugo), Paolo(Enzo), Marghe...saranno giorni di puro delirio....quindi aspettate un post...se sarò sopravvissuta alle serata horror o a quella alcolica...Giavina stiamo arrivando!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115383501263997892?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115383501263997892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115383501263997892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115383501263997892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115383501263997892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/giavina-stiamo-arrivando.html' title='...Giavina stiamo arrivando...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115322088286995513</id><published>2006-07-18T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:58:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Luglio 1989</title><content type='html'>Che cos è questa data?beh in questo giorno, alle 17.01 sono nata io...17 primavere fa...sono 17 anni che vivo al massimo...ho avuto glorie e dolori..campionati nazionali alternati a settimane in ospedale...ora vivo tra uno spettacolo e l altro...vado bene a scuola...sono pazza, mi diverto...bevo, fumavo (ho smesso da un mese e 8 giorni!)..ma sono anche fredda e cinica, non mi fermo davanti a nulla, utilizzo qualsiasi mezzo per raggiungere il mio scopo...voglio solo il meglio per me e soprattutto per le persone che mi stanno accanto...sono mordace e sfuggente ma penso di lasciare un segno sempre...Questa è la Cry che si vede...ma io sono anche timida e introversa..amo la solitudine...vivere in pace senza preoccupazioni...invece ora faccio il contrario..dai palazzetti dello sport ai palcoscenici...voglio emergere nella mia vita...non voglio rimanere dietro le quinte a vedere gli altri che ballano...voglio gettarmi nella mischia e ballare anchio...questo per me è VIVERE..per questo ora ho intenzione di vivere veramente la mia vita...non buttare via nemmeno un secondo, perchè poi non ritornerà più...questo è il mio 18esimo anno di vita e lo vivrò alla grande...la mia vita è un insieme di pezzi musicali...la dolcezza e la passione di un pezzo di Tchaikovsky, l energia e la potenza dei Red Hot Chilli Peppers, la voglia di vivere e l allegria che solo i Beatles sanno trasmettere...insomma non si capisce niente di me..nemmeno io mi capisco...ecco ciò che sono...un vero enigma...che solo quando sarò cresciuta si potrà comprendere...ma ora mi godo la mia vita da 17enne immatura...solo quanto basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/dividers/dividers_96.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115322088286995513?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115322088286995513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115322088286995513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115322088286995513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115322088286995513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/18-luglio-1989.html' title='18 Luglio 1989'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/dividers/th_dividers_96.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115316862981708001</id><published>2006-07-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:48:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...17 anni...</title><content type='html'>Fra 2 ore avrò 17 anni...questo compleanno l ho aspettato più del solito...perchè quest anno mi ha cambiata davvero...sono maturata, cresciuta...ho relizzato alcuni miei sogni come scrivere su un giornale, avere una compagnia(quasi!), restare fidanzata per quasi un anno...beh alla vigilia del mio compleanno voglio ringrziare quelle persone che l hanno reso unico...&lt;br /&gt;Grazie alla mi sister benny che è riuscita a rendere più colorato, esilarente e stupendo qst anno...senza di te sarebbe tutto spento e senza vita...&lt;br /&gt;Grazie alle mie amiche che mi aiutano durante tutto l anno...silvia, chiara, silvia alby, ely...&lt;br /&gt;Grazie alle mie compagne che hanno saputo rendermi qst anno scolastico semplicemente memorabile...&lt;br /&gt;Grazie a Diego e Gillo che con la loro arroganza e stupidità alla fine ci fanno divertire tanto...sopratt gillo con le sue gaffe nel tentativo di conquistare la mia sister..&lt;br /&gt;Grazie a tutto lo staff degli animatori per questa stupenda estate ragazzi, faticosa ma pur sempre appagante..&lt;br /&gt;Grazie Mae..per amarmi come il primo giorno...scherzo...beh grazie per renderi la vita un esplosione di simpatia...cioè...per farmi ridere!&lt;br /&gt;E infine grazie amore mio...per quest anno stupendo che ho passato insieme a te...grazie per sopportarmi tutti i giorni e per accompagnarmi nella mia vita...ti amo...&lt;br /&gt;Ora ho finito con qst post così mielenso..ma anchio certe volte ho bisogno di dolcezza...anche se non durerà tanto!la cry acida e cinica è sempre con voi...soprattutto nel mio diciottesimo anno d'età!&lt;br /&gt;Un bacio...e buon compleanno Cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115316862981708001?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115316862981708001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115316862981708001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115316862981708001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115316862981708001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/17-anni.html' title='...17 anni...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115288024464088232</id><published>2006-07-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T05:31:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perchè non ci riusciamo?</title><content type='html'>Io mi domando: perchè dopo tanti anni passati a lavorare, ridere insieme non riusciamo ancora a formare un vero gruppo? Posso affermarlo con certezza: noi non abbiamo sbagliato. Ne sono certa perchè ci abbiamo provato tante volte, davvero tante...ma mai, in nessuna situazione, è sparito quell alone di superiorità che contraddistingueva gli altri, forse perchè più grandi, ma bisogna riconoscere una cosa: ora lo siamo anche noi.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio capire perchè in tre settimane siamo riusciti a creare un vero gruppo con gli altri e non con loro...ci siamo impegnati tanto ma niente...forse non siamo compatibili, la cosa mi sembra ovvia. Ma il problema è che questa divisione è presente solo con alcune persone, perchè con altre mi sono trovata veramente bene...sono stufa di finti sorrisi e di finte amicizie...perciò non ho più intenzione di dare qualcosa...dovranno essere qulle persone a venire da me e dimostrare di tenere a tutto quel lavoro durato anni di sforzi....questo è quello che penso e non sono l'unica a farlo...ma tanto noi non possiamo farci nulla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115288024464088232?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115288024464088232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115288024464088232' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115288024464088232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115288024464088232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/perch-non-ci-riusciamo.html' title='Perchè non ci riusciamo?'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115253446253324694</id><published>2006-07-10T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:27:44.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo per lei</title><content type='html'>Vi chiederete chi è questa persona misteriosa per cui io possa vivere...beh in realtà è uno sport...che pratico ormai da quasi 13 anni...la GINNASTICA ARTISTICA...questo sport può essere rappresentato con una celebre frase che ormai è ufficiale come la migliore per definire questo sport: "Se dovesse capitarvi di vedere un corpo muoversi con grazia femminile alternando momenti di danza ad altri di velocità e di potenza, e se facilmente potreste comprendere come questo corpo riesca ad esaltare le sue capacità di coordinazione, di equilibrio, acrobatiche ed espressive, sfidando la forza di gravità in modo così evidente che in alcuni momenti vi potrebbe sembrare che stia per spiccare quel volo che da sempre è stato una delle maggiori ambizioni umane, e non riuscite a capire come possa fare quel corpo, spesso così giovane ed esile, ad eseguire tutte quelle fantastiche evoluzioni, non crediate di essere immersi in un sogno, tutto ciò è realtà: state guardando la Ginnastica Artistica Femminile."&lt;br /&gt;La Ginnastica Artistica Femminile è uno sport olimpico le cui competizioni si svolgono sulle quattro specialità: Volteggio, Parallele asimmetriche, Trave, Corpo libero (con accompagnamento musicale).La preparazione di base di questa specialità sportiva è così ampia e profonda che in ogni caso offre a chi la pratica un generale miglioramento delle capacità motorie, indipendentemente se potrà, o meno, divenire una campionessa.beh in verità questo era, è e sarà per sempreil mio sogno: diventare una campionessa...Io ci spero ancora...in fondo tre campionati nazionali li ho fatti e portando a casa due ori un argento e un bronzo...mica male...però per il fallimento della mia squadra e il mio ginocchio che non funzionava bene ho lasciato quel mondo fantastico dell agonistica...certo non è un mondo facile, mi allenavo 3/4 ore al giorno durante la settimana, al sabato 6 ore e la domenica avevo le gare...ma ero felice...e mi manca quella felicità che solo la competizione, la fatica ti possono dare...mi manca indossare quei body da gara pieni di lustrini e paiettes...mi manca salire sulla pedana del corpo libero sentendo sotto ai piedi quel tessuto ruvido che ti procura graffi e ferite...mi manca sentire il gesso sulle mani...i calli che si rompono e bruciano...mi mancano le parallele...il mio primo ed unico amore...ora sono felice, ho tanti amici e una vita magnifica ma inesorabilmente sento il peso di questa mancanza che per alcuni anni ha riempito la mia vita...per questo io alla ginnastica artistica ho detto solo un arrivederci....perchè è così...io non le dirò mai addio...perchè non si può dire addio alla cosa per cui si vive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115253446253324694?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115253446253324694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115253446253324694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115253446253324694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115253446253324694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/vivo-per-lei.html' title='Vivo per lei'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869300.post-115245087036548465</id><published>2006-07-09T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:14:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ECCOMI...</title><content type='html'>Grazie alla mia sorellina betta ho creato anchio il mio blog...non ci credo...io, la persona che non ha mai avuto un diario segreto in cui scrivere perchè troppo svogliata, ora ne ha uno...wow...spero davvero che questo blog non faccia la fine di tutti i miei diari segreti...vi prometto che ce la farò a tenerlo aggiornato!&lt;br /&gt;Il mio titolo è una frase di Karl Popper che rappresenta in pieno la mia filosofia di vita...tutti noi possiamo cambiare il mondo...con i nostri sogni...ma solo se ci crediamo veramente..perchè come dise già Virgilio "Audaces fortuna iuvat..." La fortuna aiuta gli audaci...quindi anchio sono voluta essere audace e ho finalmente creato il mio blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;Concluderei qua perchè inizio a dare i primi segni di squilibrio....ci sentiremo molto presto...attento mondo sono arrivata anchio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30869300-115245087036548465?l=spicycristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/feeds/115245087036548465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30869300&amp;postID=115245087036548465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115245087036548465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30869300/posts/default/115245087036548465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicycristy.blogspot.com/2006/07/eccomi.html' title='ECCOMI...'/><author><name>Cry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11098018557191526861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
