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/&gt;You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege&lt;br /&gt;and you owe me nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for space for yourself&lt;br /&gt;and only yourself and I'll grant it.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for freedom as well&lt;br /&gt;or time to travel and you'll have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask to live by yourself&lt;br /&gt;or love someone else and I'll support it.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for anything you want,&lt;br /&gt;anything at all and I'll understand it&lt;br /&gt;(and there are no strings attached to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege&lt;br /&gt;and you owe me nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wonderin' when the next payback shoe will eventually drop.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wonderin' when my conditional police will force you to cough up.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wonderin' how far you have now danced your way back into debt.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only kind of love, as I understand it, that there really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can express your deepest of truths,&lt;br /&gt;even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it.&lt;br /&gt;You can fall into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;on your way in your bliss and I'll empathize with.&lt;br /&gt;You can say that you'll have to skip town&lt;br /&gt;to chase your passion and I'll hear it.&lt;br /&gt;You can leave and hit rock bottom,&lt;br /&gt;have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it&lt;br /&gt;(and there are no strings attached to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege&lt;br /&gt;and you owe me nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege&lt;br /&gt;and you owe me nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...per te....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3312683820106497605?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3312683820106497605/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3312683820106497605' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3312683820106497605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30N3wxOgjec/TuT7QsfMTzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Oq2ZAAogxJA/s200/857830_23309985.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Che dire...inizierò a sfruttare i vantaggi dell'invisibilità...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-116912634877053441?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/116912634877053441/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=116912634877053441' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/116912634877053441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Guy&apos;'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I1qHVVbYG8Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-713456095598392417</id><published>2011-12-02T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:53:22.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon's Cat  'Let Me In!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4rb8aOzy9t4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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In!&apos;'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4rb8aOzy9t4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8805545493670884086</id><published>2011-12-02T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:53:07.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon's Cat  'Cat Man Do'</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w0ffwDYo00Q?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&apos;Catnap&apos;'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A3JC24p0YsA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3128780392767770825</id><published>2011-12-02T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:46:38.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon's Cat: Beyond the Fence - UK Television Advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l9EYkdFsP2w?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-nkOl_BfX8/TtX2zT6SIUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_T0Qm88xMT4/s200/1299919_25269102.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma quali sono le situazioni/occasioni veramente importanti? Così importanti da occuparti gran parte del pensieri, dei movimenti, delle sensazioni...è giusto riflettere su questo aspetto per dare poi la REALE e GIUSTA considerazione a tali situazioni.&lt;br /&gt; In questo modo tutto sembra più fattibile e non così insormontabile...e piano piano appena s'è creata questa consapevolezza, tutto svanisce, si dissolve, rientrano i giusti pensieri...le giuste emozioni e sensazioni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8612919788595684071?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8612919788595684071/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8612919788595684071' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8612919788595684071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8612919788595684071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2011/11/importanza-delle-situazioni.html' title='importanza delle situazioni'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-nkOl_BfX8/TtX2zT6SIUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_T0Qm88xMT4/s72-c/1299919_25269102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1002011500309723592</id><published>2011-11-28T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:46:11.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='determinazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>ogni nervo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiKCKetfVoo/TtPWgygzQZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/rBd8AohoWos/s1600/993066_65370820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiKCKetfVoo/TtPWgygzQZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/rBd8AohoWos/s200/993066_65370820.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/Seh8eYp6C5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/tyLlHu_40Ag/s1600-h/1009517_49080215.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Quando la determinazione cambia, tutto inizia a muoversi nella direzione che desiderate. Nell'istante in cui decidete di vincere, ogni nervo e fibra del vostro essere si orienteranno verso quella realizzazione. D'altra parte se pensate "non funzionerà mai", proprio in quel momento ogni cellula del vostro essere si indebolirà, smettendo di lottare, e tutto volgerà verso il fallimento."&lt;br /&gt;D.Ikeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1002011500309723592?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1002011500309723592/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1002011500309723592' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1002011500309723592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1002011500309723592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/ogni-nervo.html' title='ogni nervo...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiKCKetfVoo/TtPWgygzQZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/rBd8AohoWos/s72-c/993066_65370820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>55049 Viareggio LU, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.874537 10.2568888</georss:point><georss:box>43.828751999999994 10.177924800000001 43.920322 10.3358528</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-7111006299567027187</id><published>2011-11-21T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:49:59.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>auguri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL-8r2F35LA/TsrHZ36OPCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3djqvGqNYTU/s1600/661479_87264747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL-8r2F35LA/TsrHZ36OPCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3djqvGqNYTU/s200/661479_87264747.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;io..e te...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oggi è il compleanno della persona che ha saputo darmi tutto...darmi la vita...buon compleanno mamma..ti voglio bene...&lt;br /&gt;Tua,&lt;br /&gt;elisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-7111006299567027187?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/7111006299567027187/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=7111006299567027187' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7111006299567027187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7111006299567027187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2011/11/auguri.html' title='auguri...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL-8r2F35LA/TsrHZ36OPCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3djqvGqNYTU/s72-c/661479_87264747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-836350399657332067</id><published>2011-11-21T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:43:02.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 anno</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQnr-nTExY/TsrFsy8PkMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3V0plhoq9z0/s1600/1358795_99947849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQnr-nTExY/TsrFsy8PkMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3V0plhoq9z0/s200/1358795_99947849.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;..alzo gli occhi al cielo..e vedo..te..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Eccoci qua..è passato quasi un anno dal mio ultimo post..sono cambiate tante cose, sono successe tante cose...ma certe persone sono ancora al mio fianco, altre se ne sono andate, e altre ne sono entrate a far parte...&lt;br /&gt;Mi è mancato tanto scrivere in questo piccolo spazio virtuale, e proprio in questi ultimi mesi ne ho sentito la necessità, ma allora perchè non l'ho fatto? Non lo so..o forse non era il momento giusto..&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei scrivere tante cose, tanti pensieri..ma da dove cominciare??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-836350399657332067?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/836350399657332067/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=836350399657332067' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/836350399657332067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/836350399657332067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-anno.html' title='1 anno'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQnr-nTExY/TsrFsy8PkMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3V0plhoq9z0/s72-c/1358795_99947849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-17011274529169552</id><published>2010-10-03T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:52:52.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Day..Lie To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_GdpcCVPM/TsrWEqPCxVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y07X6j6cVG4/s1600/lietome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_GdpcCVPM/TsrWEqPCxVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y07X6j6cVG4/s200/lietome.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigla fantastica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="songtext"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;I've stayed in one place for too long,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get on the run again,&lt;br /&gt;I saw the one thing that I want,&lt;br /&gt;Hell bent, get outta bed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing rocks at your window,&lt;br /&gt;You're tying the bed sheets together,&lt;br /&gt;They say that we're dreaming too big,&lt;br /&gt;I say this town's too small,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="songtext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="songtext"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;Dream,&lt;br /&gt;Send me a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break out,&lt;br /&gt;And make a new name,&lt;br /&gt;Let's open our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To the brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken hits like a brawler,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting back up again,&lt;br /&gt;And from the moment I saw her,&lt;br /&gt;I was hell bent with heaven sent,&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing rocks at your window,&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving this place together,&lt;br /&gt;They say that we're flying too high,&lt;br /&gt;Well, get used to looking up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream,&lt;br /&gt;Send me a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break out,&lt;br /&gt;And make a new name,&lt;br /&gt;Let's open our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To the brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;Come on to the brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream,&lt;br /&gt;Send me a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break out,&lt;br /&gt;And make a new name,&lt;br /&gt;Let's open our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To the brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream,&lt;br /&gt;Send me a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break out,&lt;br /&gt;And make a new name,&lt;br /&gt;Let's open our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To the brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day.&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-17011274529169552?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/17011274529169552/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=17011274529169552' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/17011274529169552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/17011274529169552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2010/10/brand-new-day.html' title='Brand New Day..Lie To Me'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_GdpcCVPM/TsrWEqPCxVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y07X6j6cVG4/s72-c/lietome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6227356835160971533</id><published>2010-07-04T20:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:08:15.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>un anno fa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC6wfzndLhM/TtPcCy9HKsI/AAAAAAAAAao/EAyUg9YOBIY/s1600/1106951_17967869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC6wfzndLhM/TtPcCy9HKsI/AAAAAAAAAao/EAyUg9YOBIY/s200/1106951_17967869.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sono successe così tante cose in questo ultimo anno...tutto è ri-cominciato da un treno, quello che può sembrare così banale, così materiale...invece quello che ha diviso le nostre anime, le ha fatte nuovamente ritrovare e ri-incontrare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spesso quando mi fermo a pensare, le mie sensazioni sono una mescolanza di eccitazione, di tranquillità, di voglia di fare e di ricerca continua, quella ricerca che mi toglie molte volte la felicità, perchè 'non è mai abbastanza'...non posso non ringraziare quel treno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6227356835160971533?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC6wfzndLhM/TtPcCy9HKsI/AAAAAAAAAao/EAyUg9YOBIY/s72-c/1106951_17967869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-81471605781632107</id><published>2010-02-04T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:04:32.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i must rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Njbc4RO9EaA/TtPbKRQkBqI/AAAAAAAAAag/nOH39IXm7Zk/s1600/1128667_17520896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Njbc4RO9EaA/TtPbKRQkBqI/AAAAAAAAAag/nOH39IXm7Zk/s200/1128667_17520896.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tutto in movimento......arrivo eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-81471605781632107?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/81471605781632107/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=81471605781632107' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/81471605781632107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/81471605781632107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2010/02/e.html' title='i must rush'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Njbc4RO9EaA/TtPbKRQkBqI/AAAAAAAAAag/nOH39IXm7Zk/s72-c/1128667_17520896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3376591781270365795</id><published>2009-10-16T08:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:01:20.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>io...</title><content type='html'>non ce la faccio mica più......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3376591781270365795?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3376591781270365795/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3376591781270365795' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3376591781270365795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3376591781270365795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/10/io.html' title='io...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3662948682364558730</id><published>2009-09-04T10:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:08:13.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ma vogliamo parlare di questa</title><content type='html'>fantastica canzone???? quanto m'attizza!!! :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_D_Aeqcidc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_D_Aeqcidc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3662948682364558730?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3662948682364558730/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3662948682364558730' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3662948682364558730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3662948682364558730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-vogliamo-parlare-di-questa.html' title='ma vogliamo parlare di questa'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5834321051608921581</id><published>2009-08-24T11:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:00:44.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sublime :PP</title><content type='html'>mah che dire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5834321051608921581?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5834321051608921581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5834321051608921581' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5834321051608921581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5834321051608921581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/08/sublime-pp.html' title='sublime :PP'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2346109317675490985</id><published>2009-08-05T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:20:10.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yeppa</title><content type='html'>Allora, bisogna dire no ai pensieri tristi che, spesso, logorano la mente, ma riconoscere che la vita vale la pena di essere vissuta perché, ci sono dei momenti meravigliosi che è difficile fermare, ma che col ricordo, restano sempre presenti nel nostro cuore.&lt;br /&gt;-- Rosa Cassese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2346109317675490985?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2346109317675490985/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2346109317675490985' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2346109317675490985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2346109317675490985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeppa.html' title='yeppa'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5367031682213174905</id><published>2009-08-01T08:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:02:19.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>il bacio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SnPob9xWjII/AAAAAAAAARk/GwurMW0o4cE/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SnPob9xWjII/AAAAAAAAARk/GwurMW0o4cE/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364887148264066178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Il bacio è uno scambio di microbi che provoca una malattia dalla quale non si può guarire: l'amore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5367031682213174905?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5367031682213174905/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5367031682213174905' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5367031682213174905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5367031682213174905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/08/il-bacio.html' title='il bacio'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SnPob9xWjII/AAAAAAAAARk/GwurMW0o4cE/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3957953762175964905</id><published>2009-07-31T09:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:38:21.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>surround me....</title><content type='html'>Adoro questa canzone...questo è il remix :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going&lt;br /&gt;Conversations go over my head&lt;br /&gt;Isolation has an ugly face&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with your love&lt;br /&gt;Understand me I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with your words&lt;br /&gt;Understand me I need your love&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like disease&lt;br /&gt;Come and stay, stay beside me&lt;br /&gt;Stay always forever don't go&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with your love&lt;br /&gt;Understand me I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with your words&lt;br /&gt;Understand me I need your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SU8Kp_3uykI&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3957953762175964905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/07/surround-me.html' title='surround me....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-7918495513230008926</id><published>2009-07-23T13:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:26:46.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ed io con te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SmhIp-WrkoI/AAAAAAAAARU/_ym_lkT13Wo/s1600-h/toucing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SmhIp-WrkoI/AAAAAAAAARU/_ym_lkT13Wo/s320/toucing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361615242334540418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"È che quando si spengono le luci e tutto sembra buio che si accende la luce che mi dai tu... allora, rifulgo di ciò che nessuno può vedere, speranza, passione e illusione con un'unica certezza... tu esisti, ed io con te."&lt;br /&gt;M.Giannetti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-7918495513230008926?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/7918495513230008926/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5634885045070604205</id><published>2009-07-07T15:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:34:10.358+02:00</updated><title type='text'>angeli...</title><content type='html'>riposate in pace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5634885045070604205?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5634885045070604205/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5634885045070604205' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5634885045070604205'/><link rel='self' 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imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpRbq_wGsPo/TtPZd8oxcxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/lZjfLnYw8LY/s200/1211065_48265428.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;momento di pausa...ma poi torno eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-139433915368214366?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/139433915368214366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=139433915368214366' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/139433915368214366'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 21/06/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il pensiero dell’uomo è in attività giorno e notte, non si ferma&lt;br /&gt;mai. Però c’è un fatto: l’uomo non sa usare questo strumento&lt;br /&gt;straordinario, e poiché non lo sa utilizzare, il suo pensiero&lt;br /&gt;non solo non gli porta gran che, ma diventa per lui un mezzo&lt;br /&gt;supplementare per tormentarsi e distruggersi.&lt;br /&gt;Il pensiero è una forza, una potenza, uno strumento che il&lt;br /&gt;Signore ci ha dato per permetterci di diventare come Lui,&lt;br /&gt;creatori, ma creatori nella bellezza, nella luce, nella&lt;br /&gt;perfezione. Tramite il pensiero possiamo entrare in contatto con&lt;br /&gt;delle regioni, dei materiali, delle quintessenze, delle creature,&lt;br /&gt;tanto nel mondo divino quanto nel mondo infernale. Ecco perché è&lt;br /&gt;talmente importante prendere coscienza del potere creatore del&lt;br /&gt;pensiero, in modo da non andare a sguazzare nelle paludi, ma&lt;br /&gt;diventare operai nel campo del Signore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4428516875797381159?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4428516875797381159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4428516875797381159' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4428516875797381159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4428516875797381159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensiero.html' title='pensiero...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1083465692128451565</id><published>2009-06-08T12:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:28:20.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>isidoro...</title><content type='html'>Questi video sono a dir poco unici :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon's Cat 'Let me in'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon's Cat 'TV Dinner'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s13dLaTIHSg&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s13dLaTIHSg&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon's Cat 'Cat Man Do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1083465692128451565?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1083465692128451565/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1083465692128451565' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1083465692128451565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1083465692128451565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/06/isidoro.html' title='isidoro...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5909021629636842619</id><published>2009-06-05T14:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:43:47.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>verso...</title><content type='html'>E tra poco parto verso quel sogno che da tempo sto cercando di realizzare..in questi anni ho sacrificato tanto, quasi tutto intorno a me...sono gli ultimi colpi che ho la possibilità di 'sparare', ne basterebbe uno solo, dato bene e quel sogno si realizzerebbe...ancora una volta...con me stessa, da sola..vado...verso..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5909021629636842619?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5909021629636842619/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5909021629636842619' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5909021629636842619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5909021629636842619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/06/verso.html' title='verso...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2954952711028931865</id><published>2009-05-19T14:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:50:20.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>anima</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I movimenti dell'anima sono lenti&lt;br /&gt;ma decisi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Fai il meno possibile&lt;br /&gt;perché tutto sia fatto al meglio&lt;br /&gt;e soprattutto rispetta il movimento dell'anima&lt;br /&gt;sentine la forza" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2954952711028931865?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2954952711028931865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2954952711028931865' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2954952711028931865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2954952711028931865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/05/anima.html' title='anima'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8999227937548758414</id><published>2009-05-16T12:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:01:41.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oggi...</title><content type='html'>grandissima giornata di @#@#@[#]#@#....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8999227937548758414?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8999227937548758414/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8999227937548758414' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3639016613426607996?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3639016613426607996/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3639016613426607996' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3639016613426607996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3639016613426607996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/05/e.html' title='e...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1305485093267080019</id><published>2009-05-01T10:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:54:06.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la scintilla....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39GsREOBe-M/TtPYxcZmPzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FbP4ow7MQ80/s1600/10955_9371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39GsREOBe-M/TtPYxcZmPzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FbP4ow7MQ80/s200/10955_9371.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E sarai per me &lt;b&gt;il mio amore unico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sarai per me spazio senza limite&lt;br /&gt;Il buio e la scintilla&lt;br /&gt;L’armonia del cosmo e delle stelle&lt;br /&gt;E sarai per me&lt;br /&gt;Tutto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1305485093267080019?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1305485093267080019/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1305485093267080019' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1305485093267080019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1305485093267080019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-scintilla.html' title='la scintilla....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39GsREOBe-M/TtPYxcZmPzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FbP4ow7MQ80/s72-c/10955_9371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5679600934201673105</id><published>2009-04-23T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:30:21.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>felicità....</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 22/04/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Volete essere felici? Ebbene, invece di cercare di ottenere ciò&lt;br /&gt;che ancora non avete, iniziate con l’essere riconoscenti per&lt;br /&gt;tutto ciò che avete già sul piano fisico, psichico e spirituale,&lt;br /&gt;e sforzatevi di farne beneficiare gli altri. Per essere felici,&lt;br /&gt;coltivate la facoltà di rallegrarvi e ringraziare, e fatelo&lt;br /&gt;specialmente per le cose che fino a quel momento avevate&lt;br /&gt;trascurato o disdegnato. Ogni giorno cercate di trovare almeno&lt;br /&gt;un avvenimento, un incontro, un pensiero che vi faccia del bene&lt;br /&gt;o che vi incanti, e mettetelo nella vostra mente, nel vostro&lt;br /&gt;cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Se saprete ringraziare ogni giorno il Signore, se saprete&lt;br /&gt;apprezzare tutto ciò che Egli vi dà, possiederete il segreto&lt;br /&gt;magico che può trasformare la vostra vita, e le entità luminose&lt;br /&gt;del mondo invisibile si avvicineranno per aiutarvi. È questa la&lt;br /&gt;felicità."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5679600934201673105?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5679600934201673105/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5679600934201673105' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5679600934201673105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5679600934201673105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicita.html' title='felicità....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-526532341584616965</id><published>2009-04-21T18:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:00:01.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>perfezione</title><content type='html'>l'imperfezione e' molto piu' consona alla natura umana che non la perfezione"&lt;br /&gt;Rita Levi Montalcini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-526532341584616965?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/526532341584616965/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=526532341584616965' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/526532341584616965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/526532341584616965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfezione.html' title='perfezione'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1359006376780818621</id><published>2009-04-16T12:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:26:54.955+02:00</updated><title type='text'>acqua....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SecH28POm5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Kntcgj3RQQg/s1600-h/68669_2835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SecH28POm5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Kntcgj3RQQg/s320/68669_2835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325233724853230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pensiero del giorno 16/04/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non è la terra, bensì l’acqua, a rappresentare simbolicamente la&lt;br /&gt;materia, e gli alchimisti parlano di una materia che definiscono&lt;br /&gt;come un’acqua che non bagna: l’acqua filosofale che deve essere&lt;br /&gt;riscaldata dal fuoco. Molti hanno interpretato quel fuoco e&lt;br /&gt;quella materia come il fuoco del Sole e la materia della Luna.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco perché Hermes Trismegisto dice a proposito della pietra&lt;br /&gt;filosofale: «Il Sole è suo padre, la Luna è sua madre…» cioè il&lt;br /&gt;fuoco (lo spirito) è suo padre, e l’acqua (la materia) è sua&lt;br /&gt;madre; perché come il Sole regna sul fuoco e sull’uomo, così la&lt;br /&gt;Luna regna sulle acque e sulla donna. Essendo l’oro legato al&lt;br /&gt;Sole e l’argento alla Luna, si spiega anche l’importanza del&lt;br /&gt;posto che occupano questi due metalli nei trattati alchemici.&lt;br /&gt;Il discepolo di una Scuola iniziatica è anche un alchimista;&lt;br /&gt;egli lavora secondo gli stessi principi, ma traspone il Sole e&lt;br /&gt;la Luna, il fuoco e la materia, l’oro e l’argento nel campo&lt;br /&gt;psichico, spirituale. I due principi, il fuoco e l’acqua, sono&lt;br /&gt;la saggezza e l’amore: lavorando con questi due principi, egli&lt;br /&gt;ottiene la pietra filosofale, la forza che incita all’azione."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che bello splash...splash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1359006376780818621?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1359006376780818621/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1359006376780818621' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1359006376780818621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1359006376780818621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/acqua.html' title='acqua....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SecH28POm5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Kntcgj3RQQg/s72-c/68669_2835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6616157319827373358</id><published>2009-04-16T09:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:16:42.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cascata acquacheta pasquetta ;)</title><content type='html'>La mia mattinata di escursione alle Cascate dell'Acquacheta, inizia pestando...una bella merda..metto il piede giù dalla macchina e track..ma armata di forza e coraggio, io e la mia fedele compagna di viaggio, proseguiamo verso la meta.&lt;br /&gt;Non appena ci addentriamo nella boscaglia...ecco lì per terra che vedo brilluccicare qualcosa...tadaaannn...10centesimi..la merda pestata poco prima ha dato i suoi frutti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6616157319827373358?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6616157319827373358/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6616157319827373358' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6616157319827373358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6616157319827373358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/cascata-acquacheta.html' title='cascata acquacheta pasquetta ;)'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1966853156056123323</id><published>2009-04-15T14:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:19:38.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ragionamento</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 15/04/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gli esseri umani hanno bisogni di ogni genere. La natura è&lt;br /&gt;talmente ricca di possibilità! Il loro piacere più grande&lt;br /&gt;consiste nel soddisfare i bisogni istintivi, e lo si può capire:&lt;br /&gt;è una tendenza innata. Ma tale tendenza non può essere&lt;br /&gt;giustificata se non è orientata e dominata da un ragionamento,&lt;br /&gt;da una saggezza. È legittima nel suo slancio, ma non lo è in&lt;br /&gt;tutte le sue manifestazioni, e dunque non le si deve dare una&lt;br /&gt;totale libertà di realizzazione.&lt;br /&gt;Mangiare, bere, distrarsi, accumulare denaro e beni, imporsi&lt;br /&gt;agli altri, gustare i piaceri dell’amore o perfino della&lt;br /&gt;dissolutezza: ecco le forze istintive che muovono gli esseri&lt;br /&gt;umani. Di per sé, tali forze non sono cattive, ma lo diventano&lt;br /&gt;quando essi non fanno intervenire l’altro fattore, il&lt;br /&gt;ragionamento, per decidere in quale misura possano dar loro&lt;br /&gt;libero corso o viceversa debbano soffocarle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1966853156056123323?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1966853156056123323/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1966853156056123323' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1966853156056123323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1966853156056123323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/ragionamento.html' title='ragionamento'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2607981065432605102</id><published>2009-04-10T17:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:19:59.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vibrazioni segrete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/Sd9jSnrYNnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bhJbHIq2b20/s1600-h/vibrazioni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/Sd9jSnrYNnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bhJbHIq2b20/s320/vibrazioni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323082456114935410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 08/04/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il mondo materiale e il mondo spirituale ci presentano le loro&lt;br /&gt;ricchezze; in entrambi i casi, è difficile acquisirle, ma a&lt;br /&gt;seconda che si ricerchino le une o le altre, le difficoltà non&lt;br /&gt;vengono vissute allo stesso modo.&lt;br /&gt;Chi si concentra sulle realizzazioni materiali, sui beni, sul&lt;br /&gt;denaro, sul potere, e non raggiunge i propri fini, risente&lt;br /&gt;amaramente di quei fallimenti, come se avesse perso tutto. Chi&lt;br /&gt;invece è abitato da bisogni spirituali, si sente sempre&lt;br /&gt;sostenuto. Con le sue aspirazioni ad una vita superiore, non ha&lt;br /&gt;mai smesso di tessere legami con il mondo divino, e quei legami&lt;br /&gt;producono in lui delle vibrazioni segrete. Anche se non riesce a&lt;br /&gt;realizzare pienamente tutte le proprie aspirazioni, le vibrazioni&lt;br /&gt;che egli sente nelle profondità del suo essere finiscono sempre&lt;br /&gt;per salvarlo dallo scoraggiamento."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2607981065432605102?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2607981065432605102/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2607981065432605102' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2607981065432605102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2607981065432605102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/vibrazioni-segrete.html' title='vibrazioni segrete'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/Sd9jSnrYNnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bhJbHIq2b20/s72-c/vibrazioni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2788045008660902355</id><published>2009-04-10T16:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:37:04.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh be' mi tempi....</title><content type='html'>canzone fantastica e non solo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHf8Vd8n4-U&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHf8Vd8n4-U&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2788045008660902355?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2788045008660902355/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1271664076228201140</id><published>2009-04-09T15:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:16:15.791+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things</title><content type='html'>ecco un'altra canzone rispolverata dalle mie vecchie playlist... mi piace molto il video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RAUas08lGuE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RAUas08lGuE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1271664076228201140?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1271664076228201140/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1271664076228201140' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1271664076228201140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1271664076228201140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-good-things.html' title='All good things'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4964769394999024987</id><published>2009-04-07T16:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:01:17.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>seven miles</title><content type='html'>passa il tempo ma questa canzone riesce sempre ad emozionarmi, riesce a darmi quella voglia di correre, di vivere, di essere me stessa come non mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HF6zCwFA__Y&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HF6zCwFA__Y&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4964769394999024987?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4964769394999024987/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4964769394999024987' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4964769394999024987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4964769394999024987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/04/seven-mile.html' title='seven miles'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5290736506812312091</id><published>2009-03-25T08:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:49:28.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tu</title><content type='html'>mi sei mancata da morire ieri....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5290736506812312091?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5290736506812312091/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5290736506812312091' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5290736506812312091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5290736506812312091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu.html' title='tu'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8667156192590593448</id><published>2009-03-05T10:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:56:18.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ci si abitua a tutto....</title><content type='html'>non è servito a niente, o forse non è servito a quello che avrei tanto voluto io...ho cercato, sono cambiata, ho scavato, ho ammesso, ho detto, ho pensato, ho sofferto, ho stretto i denti, ma niente...quindi sai che c'è...resta lì, fai quello che vuoi...basta imbarazzo, basta vergogna...fai come cavolo ti pare...resta lì!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8667156192590593448?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8667156192590593448/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8667156192590593448' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8667156192590593448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8667156192590593448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/03/ci-si-abitua-tutto.html' title='ci si abitua a tutto....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2422555056743031261</id><published>2009-02-27T17:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:10:34.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine me &amp; you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SagedsiLYWI/AAAAAAAAANk/9G5LAbuCIRg/s1600-h/locandina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SagedsiLYWI/AAAAAAAAANk/9G5LAbuCIRg/s320/locandina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307525656375681378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mi sono letteralmente intrippata per questo film...e quindi la relativa colonna sonora :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2422555056743031261?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2422555056743031261/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2422555056743031261' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2422555056743031261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2422555056743031261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/02/imagine-me-you.html' title='imagine me &amp; you'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SagedsiLYWI/AAAAAAAAANk/9G5LAbuCIRg/s72-c/locandina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6135713812911769853</id><published>2009-02-04T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:29:26.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma vogliamo parlare dei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SYn6mLwUrRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XTrLMtkAwyo/s1600-h/cencetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SYn6mLwUrRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XTrLMtkAwyo/s320/cencetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299041970475543826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cencetti della mamma!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6135713812911769853?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6135713812911769853/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6135713812911769853' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6135713812911769853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6135713812911769853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/02/ma-vogliamo-parlare-dei.html' title='ma vogliamo parlare dei'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SYn6mLwUrRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XTrLMtkAwyo/s72-c/cencetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1712034719480185493</id><published>2009-02-04T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:49:05.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"In amore non  essere un mendicante,&lt;br /&gt;sii un imperatore.&lt;br /&gt;Dà e resta semplicemente a vedere&lt;br /&gt;cosa accade..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1712034719480185493?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1955300124237950910</id><published>2009-01-21T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:47:41.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensiero...</title><content type='html'>mantieni i tuoi pensieri positivi, perché i tuoi pensieri diventano le tue parole.&lt;br /&gt;mantieni le tue parole positive, perché le tue parole diventano i tuoi comportamenti.&lt;br /&gt;mantieni i tuoi comportamenti positivi, perché i tuoi comportamenti diventano le tue abitudini.&lt;br /&gt;mantieni le tue abitudini positive, perché le tue abitudini diventano i tuoi valori.&lt;br /&gt;mantieni i tuoi valori positivi, perché i tuoi valori diventano il tuo destino.&lt;br /&gt;(Mahatma Gandhi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1955300124237950910?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1955300124237950910/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1955300124237950910' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1955300124237950910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1955300124237950910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensiero.html' title='pensiero...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1095839082896520774</id><published>2008-12-27T16:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:09:49.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>per te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SVZFOTw3U8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/fhYuiQ5hTSA/s1600-h/loving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SVZFOTw3U8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/fhYuiQ5hTSA/s320/loving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284487324891567042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guarda che belline che sono :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1095839082896520774?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1095839082896520774/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1095839082896520774' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1095839082896520774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1095839082896520774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/12/per-te.html' title='per te...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SVZFOTw3U8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/fhYuiQ5hTSA/s72-c/loving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-7492124025717717620</id><published>2008-12-12T12:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:19:47.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mezzi spirituali</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 12/12/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si può cercare di guarire dalle malattie fisiche con mezzi&lt;br /&gt;psichici, ad esempio con il pensiero, con la preghiera… ma anche&lt;br /&gt;nel migliore dei casi occorrerà molto tempo. Spesso, invece, per&lt;br /&gt;rimediare non si può attendere, e si devono usare mezzi&lt;br /&gt;materiali, come medicinali, operazioni…&lt;br /&gt;Tuttavia, a lunga scadenza, i mezzi spirituali sono i soli ad&lt;br /&gt;avere un’efficacia definitiva. Se imparate a sistemare le cose&lt;br /&gt;dal punto di vista dell’anima e dello spirito, per farlo vi ci&lt;br /&gt;vorranno anni, ma alla lunga riuscirete ad introdurre l’ordine e&lt;br /&gt;l’armonia sin nel piano fisico. Tutti i fenomeni materiali hanno&lt;br /&gt;la propria causa in alto, e il corpo fisico obbedisce, si&lt;br /&gt;modella, si plasma in base alle direttive che riceve dal&lt;br /&gt;sentimento, dal pensiero e anche dall’anima e dallo spirito. Dal&lt;br /&gt;momento che viviamo nel piano fisico, non possiamo trascurare i&lt;br /&gt;mezzi propri di questo piano, ma al tempo stesso dobbiamo dare&lt;br /&gt;la priorità allo spirito, al pensiero, sapendo che questo darà&lt;br /&gt;luogo un giorno a grandi trasformazioni fin nel piano fisico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toh...ma guarda te il pensiero di oggi... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-7492124025717717620?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/7492124025717717620/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=7492124025717717620' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7492124025717717620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7492124025717717620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/12/mezzi-spirituali.html' title='mezzi spirituali'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-355491577523754803</id><published>2008-12-06T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:39:16.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tutto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/STqObFifUvI/AAAAAAAAALU/KWta6MSbUmk/s1600-h/1014014_89919275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/STqObFifUvI/AAAAAAAAALU/KWta6MSbUmk/s320/1014014_89919275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276686509412406002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Alla fine scoprirai che non tutto in te è desiderabile, ma che tutto in te può essere amato."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eh già :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-355491577523754803?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/355491577523754803/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=355491577523754803' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/355491577523754803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/355491577523754803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/12/tutto.html' title='tutto'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/STqObFifUvI/AAAAAAAAALU/KWta6MSbUmk/s72-c/1014014_89919275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-853919924049625224</id><published>2008-12-05T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:42:04.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aspettative</title><content type='html'>èèè sì...la mia rovina sono le aspettative...non c'è verso non riesco a non farmi delle aspettative e resto costantemente delusa..ogni volta...mah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-853919924049625224?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/853919924049625224/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=853919924049625224' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/853919924049625224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/853919924049625224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/12/aspettative.html' title='aspettative'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4280763600696741522</id><published>2008-11-27T08:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:26:14.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alla mia mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SS5Lfe9JyxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Dk4A93wizLo/s1600-h/alla-mia-mamma1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SS5Lfe9JyxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Dk4A93wizLo/s320/alla-mia-mamma1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273235217955015442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Con tanto amore...per il suo compleanno :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4280763600696741522?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4280763600696741522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4280763600696741522' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4280763600696741522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4280763600696741522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/11/alla-mia-mamma.html' title='alla mia mamma'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SS5Lfe9JyxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Dk4A93wizLo/s72-c/alla-mia-mamma1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6391134268214665332</id><published>2008-11-18T09:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:15:13.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una carezza....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SSKHmZVIyGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QswhKuqfAHs/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SSKHmZVIyGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QswhKuqfAHs/s320/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269923607681222754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artista: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zucchero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titolo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una carezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo  feste di schiuma&lt;br /&gt;di te l’odore che respirai&lt;br /&gt;Mi segue come una  piuma&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse non lo sai, ma è  vero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;Forse non ci credi ma spero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m  still loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo pioggia che passa,&lt;br /&gt;mi manchi e tu non passi  mai&lt;br /&gt;Mi segue come una carezza&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse non  lo sai ma è vero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;Forse non ci credi ma  spero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che lo sai che è  vero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che ci credi io spero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m  still loving you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m still loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6391134268214665332?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6391134268214665332/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6391134268214665332' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6391134268214665332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6391134268214665332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/11/una-carezza.html' title='Una carezza....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SSKHmZVIyGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QswhKuqfAHs/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5067004053956090978</id><published>2008-11-05T15:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:22:55.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ho capito che....</title><content type='html'>la cura per la mia guarigione è...parlare..."semplicemente" parlare... e il ponfo pufff sparisce....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5067004053956090978?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2935680039540607546</id><published>2008-10-28T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:39:35.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lost</title><content type='html'>ho perso tutto...non conta più niente adesso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2935680039540607546?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2935680039540607546/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2935680039540607546' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2935680039540607546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2935680039540607546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-lost.html' title='i&apos;m lost'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4017451760698193569</id><published>2008-10-13T18:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:46:33.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>agire con il cuore..</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 09/10/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il termine “magia” evoca immediatamente una bacchetta, dei&lt;br /&gt;talismani, dei libri di magia, degli incantesimi… ma di per sé,&lt;br /&gt;questi oggetti non rappresentano gran che. Perché? Perché la&lt;br /&gt;magia più potente si trova nel cuore. Se il cuore non interviene&lt;br /&gt;per dare intensità alle vostre parole o ai vostri gesti, questi&lt;br /&gt;resteranno inefficaci. Viceversa, potete anche non pronunciare&lt;br /&gt;alcuna formula e non fare alcun gesto, ma se nutrite nel vostro&lt;br /&gt;cuore l’amore vero, il Cielo vi ascolta ed esaudisce i vostri&lt;br /&gt;desideri.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciate dunque da parte talismani e formule magiche, perché non&lt;br /&gt;vi saranno di grande utilità, ma pregate con tutto il vostro&lt;br /&gt;cuore, e otterrete ciò che desiderate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4017451760698193569?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4017451760698193569/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4017451760698193569' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4017451760698193569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4017451760698193569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/agire-con-il-cuore.html' title='agire con il cuore..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4806273988565945684</id><published>2008-10-13T18:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:22:17.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mezzo pieno e mezzo vuoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SPN1p48jCcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vjHDzDnu1Is/s1600-h/glas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SPN1p48jCcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vjHDzDnu1Is/s320/glas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256674552592927170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 10/10/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Davanti allo stesso bicchiere riempito a metà, una persona dirà&lt;br /&gt;che è mezzo pieno, e un’altra che è mezzo vuoto. Obiettivamente&lt;br /&gt;è la stessa cosa, ma per uno psicologo questo rivela due diverse&lt;br /&gt;mentalità. Se vi soffermate sul pieno, vi espandete, se vi&lt;br /&gt;soffermate sul vuoto, vi mutilate. È una legge magica. Quando un&lt;br /&gt;malato non fa che pensare alla propria malattia, il suo stato&lt;br /&gt;peggiora, perché ogni pensiero negativo lavora alla&lt;br /&gt;disgregazione. Che pensi alla salute, e si sentirà già meglio.&lt;br /&gt;Certo, vi mancano molte cose, e se volete che ve ne manchino&lt;br /&gt;ancora di più, pensate a quella mancanza, a quel vuoto… Ma&lt;br /&gt;provate invece a pensare che siete figli e figlie di Dio, e ne&lt;br /&gt;deriveranno moltissimi miglioramenti! In realtà, ciò che manca&lt;br /&gt;agli esseri umani non sono tanto delle condizioni materiali&lt;br /&gt;vantaggiose, ma piuttosto una filosofia luminosa e divina,&lt;br /&gt;l’unica in grado di strapparli alle loro debolezze e alle loro&lt;br /&gt;limitazioni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhh.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4806273988565945684?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4806273988565945684/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4806273988565945684' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4806273988565945684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4806273988565945684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/mezzo-pieno-e-mezzo-vuoto.html' title='mezzo pieno e mezzo vuoto'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SPN1p48jCcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vjHDzDnu1Is/s72-c/glas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6317386118534523915</id><published>2008-10-13T18:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:25:13.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>giustizia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SPN2ZFHr5qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FCsfzeXPYDs/s1600-h/justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SPN2ZFHr5qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FCsfzeXPYDs/s320/justice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256675363314722466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 12/10/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talvolta, a teatro, uno spettatore va a sedersi con disinvoltura&lt;br /&gt;in prima fila, sperando che nessuno venga a mandarlo via. Ma&lt;br /&gt;ecco che una maschera si avvicina, gli chiede il biglietto e lo&lt;br /&gt;manda nel loggione; poi, la persona che aveva prenotato quella&lt;br /&gt;poltrona viene ad occupare il suo posto. Ebbene, la stessa cosa&lt;br /&gt;avviene nella vita. Chi riesce con intrighi ad appropriarsi del&lt;br /&gt;posto che era riservato ad un altro più degno di occuparlo,&lt;br /&gt;dovrà lasciarlo in un modo o nell’altro; e chi rimane&lt;br /&gt;modestamente nell’ombra può essere chiamato a svolgere le più&lt;br /&gt;alte funzioni.&lt;br /&gt;Perciò, se qualcuno occupa momentaneamente il posto che deve&lt;br /&gt;essere vostro, non preoccupatevi: la “maschera” finirà per&lt;br /&gt;arrivare, e l’usurpatore verrà scacciato. Sì, in questo grande&lt;br /&gt;teatro dell’esistenza, ciascuno riceve un numero corrispondente&lt;br /&gt;a quello che deve essere il suo posto; sta a lui trovare quel&lt;br /&gt;numero e saper interpretare cosa significhi per lui."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci vuole tanta pazienza, aspettare e poi il momento della vera giustizia arriva...eccome se arriva..e quando arriva ecco la soddisfazione di non aver mollato..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6317386118534523915?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6317386118534523915/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6317386118534523915' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6317386118534523915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6317386118534523915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/giustizia.html' title='giustizia...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SPN2ZFHr5qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FCsfzeXPYDs/s72-c/justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-7633603315065203677</id><published>2008-10-12T20:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:47:40.547+02:00</updated><title type='text'>paura coming back</title><content type='html'>la paura è la più brutta emozione che si possa augurare a qualcuno...ti paralizza, ti lascia senza fiato...ti annienta...lascia che sia la mente a prendere il soprevvento su tutto il tuo corpo e sulla tua anima..non molla..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-7633603315065203677?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/7633603315065203677/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=7633603315065203677' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7633603315065203677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7633603315065203677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/paura-coming-back.html' title='paura coming back'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6272302150995557699</id><published>2008-10-02T16:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:42:46.458+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anni a sprecare tempo nell'aspettare quella perfezione che mai arriverà..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6272302150995557699?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6272302150995557699/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6272302150995557699' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6272302150995557699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6272302150995557699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/anni-sprecare-tempo-nellaspettare.html' title=''/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6879498618781559145</id><published>2008-10-01T14:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:28:38.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>libertà...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SONs8B4tXCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1ohqYisJtmE/s1600-h/freadom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SONs8B4tXCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1ohqYisJtmE/s320/freadom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252161368998370338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 01/10/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nella nostra anima e nel nostro spirito siamo liberi, ma possiamo&lt;br /&gt;disporre di questa libertà soltanto nella misura in cui&lt;br /&gt;rafforziamo i nostri legami con il Cielo. La nostra libertà&lt;br /&gt;consiste nel sottometterci ai disegni di Dio, senza ribellarci&lt;br /&gt;alle difficoltà e alle sofferenze, e senza cercare di sfuggire&lt;br /&gt;ad esse, ma riflettendo e cercando di comprendere la loro&lt;br /&gt;ragione d’essere. Forse il Cielo non cambierà nulla degli&lt;br /&gt;avvenimenti che dobbiamo attraversare, ma interiormente ci darà&lt;br /&gt;la possibilità di fronteggiarli meglio, e così non li sentiremo&lt;br /&gt;più in modo tanto doloroso.&lt;br /&gt;Non è sul piano materiale che dobbiamo cercare la libertà, bensì&lt;br /&gt;sul piano della coscienza. Se accettiamo ciò che Dio ci invia, se&lt;br /&gt;vogliamo lavorare per Lui, Dio, che è il padrone di tutti i&lt;br /&gt;destini, ci permetterà di attraversare le prove in modo tale che&lt;br /&gt;queste diventino fonti di arricchimento spirituale; ed è così che&lt;br /&gt;incominceremo veramente a sperimentare la nostra libertà. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6879498618781559145?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6879498618781559145/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6879498618781559145' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6879498618781559145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6879498618781559145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/10/libert.html' title='libertà...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SONs8B4tXCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1ohqYisJtmE/s72-c/freadom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6731022306234969387</id><published>2008-08-30T10:45:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:59:46.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Planets Of The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SLkJalXeH4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uv7Xuf42xQw/s1600-h/planets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SLkJalXeH4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uv7Xuf42xQw/s320/planets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240229993734086530" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright light is lying down&lt;br /&gt;The earth and the sea and the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is at rest with the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And the days go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go into the seas that have no shores&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by that same closed door&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at skies on fire&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing left of us&lt;br /&gt;To discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And the planets of the universe&lt;br /&gt;Go their way&lt;br /&gt;Not astounded by the sun or the moon&lt;br /&gt;Or by the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I will simply disappear&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid soon there'll be&lt;br /&gt;No light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, no pain&lt;br /&gt;Come ever again, well&lt;br /&gt;Let there be light in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;In the cool, silent moments of the nighttime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never change again&lt;br /&gt;The way that we are changing&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll forget the chill of love&lt;br /&gt;But not the strain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;To live for a dream&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over&lt;br /&gt;I would never dream, no&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you gone&lt;br /&gt;And I will live alone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will live alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never love again&lt;br /&gt;The way you love me&lt;br /&gt;You will never rule again&lt;br /&gt;The way you ruled me&lt;br /&gt;You will never change again&lt;br /&gt;The way you're changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi piace un "botto"...come dice qualcuno che conosco :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecco la canzone in real time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SLkJalXeH4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uv7Xuf42xQw/s72-c/planets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4410724066432515612</id><published>2008-08-24T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:22:03.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pace...</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 23/08/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Che cos’è la pace? Per la maggior parte delle persone, questa&lt;br /&gt;parola evoca la possibilità di vivere tranquillamente, al riparo&lt;br /&gt;da ogni aggressione. In realtà, però, la pace è ben altro: è il&lt;br /&gt;lavoro più intenso che possa essere realizzato nel mondo da chi&lt;br /&gt;abbia imparato che la pace è prima di tutto uno stato interiore.&lt;br /&gt;Tale stato è il risultato di una vittoria riportata con un’aspra&lt;br /&gt;lotta su tutti i conflitti psichici che ci sconvolgono. &lt;br /&gt;Per riuscire a stabilire la pace in noi, dobbiamo ristabilire&lt;br /&gt;ogni giorno il legame fra la nostra coscienza e i centri&lt;br /&gt;spirituali che sono nel nostro cervello e nel nostro plesso&lt;br /&gt;solare. Quando ci siamo riusciti, né tormenti né angosce hanno&lt;br /&gt;veramente presa su di noi; ma dobbiamo aggrapparci saldamente ad&lt;br /&gt;un punto fisso dentro di noi, altrimenti, dall’esterno, niente e&lt;br /&gt;nessuno può portarci la pace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4410724066432515612?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4410724066432515612/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4410724066432515612' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4410724066432515612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4410724066432515612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/pace.html' title='pace...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4406746305688675583</id><published>2008-08-24T22:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:20:18.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>comprensione consapevole...</title><content type='html'>"La comprensione è senza dubbio l’antidoto per la paura. Il contrario della paura non è certamente il corag-gio che rappresenta un effetto, ma il cuore: dove c’è amore infatti, la paura non ha ragione di esistere. Sono due strade che all’inizio possono sembrare molto simili, ma che in seguito portano inevitabilmente a risultati differenti. Così, come ogni partenza si assomiglia, in questo caso, non si può dire lo stesso dell’arrivo."&lt;br /&gt;nisshin m. claus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4406746305688675583?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4406746305688675583/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4406746305688675583' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4406746305688675583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4406746305688675583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/comprensione-consapevole.html' title='comprensione consapevole...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8366825860653273902</id><published>2008-08-24T21:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:59:41.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nebbia..</title><content type='html'>"Spesso lungo le ricerche, per via del diradarsi della nebbia, si ha l’impressione di vedere la fne, ma poi con ilbel tempo si capisce che bisogna preoccuparsi di un passo alla volta e non della meta, perché soltanto così&lt;br /&gt;si ha la certezza di arrivare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisshin m. claus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8366825860653273902?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8366825860653273902/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8366825860653273902' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8366825860653273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8366825860653273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/nebbia.html' title='nebbia..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3748870824905616912</id><published>2008-08-22T11:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:36:08.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>il loro senso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SK6IcQnjf6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c0Evv5UxgQA/s1600-h/tests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SK6IcQnjf6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c0Evv5UxgQA/s320/tests.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237273435757051810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 22/08/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quelle che noi chiamiamo “prove”, non sono che una serie di&lt;br /&gt;problemi che dobbiamo risolvere nel corso della nostra&lt;br /&gt;esistenza, esattamente come devono risolverne i bambini a scuola&lt;br /&gt;o gli studenti all’università; e in base ai loro progressi, essi&lt;br /&gt;si vedono presentare esercizi più difficili. Naturalmente,&lt;br /&gt;arriva sempre il momento in cui si lascia la scuola o&lt;br /&gt;l’università, ma nessuno lascia mai la scuola della vita.&lt;br /&gt;Gli esercizi e gli sforzi che gli esseri umani devono fare nel&lt;br /&gt;corso della loro esistenza, sono dunque senza fine; e anziché&lt;br /&gt;lamentarsi e ribellarsi per il fatto di avere ancora un fardello&lt;br /&gt;da portare, un ostacolo da sormontare, essi devono per prima cosa&lt;br /&gt;comprendere la causa di quelle prove e il loro senso, e poi anche&lt;br /&gt;rallegrarsi di avere nuovi esperimenti da tentare e nuove verità&lt;br /&gt;da scoprire, perché quelle esperienze e quelle verità sono le&lt;br /&gt;sole vere ricchezze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esatto...direi che non sono necessarie parole..dice già tutto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3748870824905616912?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3748870824905616912/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3748870824905616912' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3748870824905616912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3748870824905616912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/il-loro-senso.html' title='il loro senso....'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SK6IcQnjf6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c0Evv5UxgQA/s72-c/tests.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6641942315542870521</id><published>2008-08-06T11:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:06:30.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ecco qua...giusto giusto a fagIUOLO</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 06/08/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non bisogna mai smettere di lavorare e di fare degli sforzi: si&lt;br /&gt;deve esercitare incessantemente la propria volontà. Sì, la&lt;br /&gt;volontà: spesso, è questo che manca! Gli esseri umani capiscono&lt;br /&gt;dove sta il bene, auspicano il bene, desiderano il bene,&lt;br /&gt;aspirano al bene… ma la cosa finisce lì; essi non vanno oltre,&lt;br /&gt;non mettono veramente all’opera la propria volontà per&lt;br /&gt;realizzare quel bene che approvano e desiderano, e continuano a&lt;br /&gt;vivere come hanno sempre fatto: istintivamente, meccanicamente e&lt;br /&gt;in modo negligente. Certo, l’esistenza quotidiana esige un minimo&lt;br /&gt;di volontà: alzarsi dal letto al mattino, recarsi al lavoro,&lt;br /&gt;prendersi cura della famiglia, ecc. Ma tutti lo fanno, e non c’è&lt;br /&gt;grande merito in questo.&lt;br /&gt;La volontà di cui vi parlo è una decisione del cuore e&lt;br /&gt;dell’intelletto, ispirati a loro volta dall’anima e dallo&lt;br /&gt;spirito. Volete sviluppare la vostra volontà? Iniziate con lo&lt;br /&gt;studiarvi in modo da conoscervi bene, poi decidetevi a prendere&lt;br /&gt;l’orientamento interiore migliore, che vi obbligherà a&lt;br /&gt;sviluppare le vostre qualità e a correggere i vostri difetti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6641942315542870521?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6641942315542870521/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6641942315542870521' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6641942315542870521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6641942315542870521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/ecco-quagiusto-giusto-fagiuolo.html' title='ecco qua...giusto giusto a fagIUOLO'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5033539085839173614</id><published>2008-08-06T10:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:48:50.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>certe</title><content type='html'>ferite non si rimarginano, certe cose non cambieranno mai, malgrado tutta la buona volontà, la tenacia e l'impegno...non cambia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5033539085839173614?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5033539085839173614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5033539085839173614' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5033539085839173614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5033539085839173614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/certe.html' title='certe'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4574195247562213968</id><published>2008-08-02T11:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:15:54.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>isolamento..totale...</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 02/08/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saper vivere in collettività: è in questo senso che procede la&lt;br /&gt;vera evoluzione degli esseri umani. Sì, non si evolve rimanendo&lt;br /&gt;soli in un angolo a leggere, ad istruirsi e a svilupparsi. In&lt;br /&gt;quell’isolamento, non si fa che dare libero corso alle proprie&lt;br /&gt;tendenze egoistiche. Bisogna amare la collettività, amare quella&lt;br /&gt;sensazione di essere immersi come in un oceano dove tutte le&lt;br /&gt;anime vibrano insieme. Certo, alcuni cercano la collettività per&lt;br /&gt;soddisfare il proprio bisogno di imporsi agli altri, di&lt;br /&gt;asservirli, di sfruttarli. Cercare la collettività non significa&lt;br /&gt;necessariamente saperci vivere, anzi, spesso è proprio il&lt;br /&gt;contrario!&lt;br /&gt;Vivere in una collettività presuppone quindi tutto un lavoro, e&lt;br /&gt;quel lavoro è necessario. Prima o poi, ciascuno deve sforzarsi&lt;br /&gt;di vincere le proprie tendenze troppo personali, come l’egoismo,&lt;br /&gt;l’ambizione, la cupidigia o l’autoritarismo, che lo fanno&lt;br /&gt;continuamente entrare in conflitto con gli altri, in modo che&lt;br /&gt;possa dire finalmente: «Sono un essere collettivo»."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4574195247562213968?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4574195247562213968/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4574195247562213968' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4574195247562213968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4574195247562213968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/08/isolamentototale.html' title='isolamento..totale...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3609900721530088459</id><published>2008-07-31T13:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:19:43.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ecco..sono io...</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 31/07/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La pratica spirituale è difficile, certo, ma è resa ancora più&lt;br /&gt;difficile dal fatto che coloro che decidono di dedicarvisi non&lt;br /&gt;si sanno mettere nell’atteggiamento interiore più conveniente.&lt;br /&gt;Stanno lì, impazienti, tesi al pensiero di avere una quantità di&lt;br /&gt;altre cose da fare, e non riescono a lasciare da parte tutte&lt;br /&gt;quelle preoccupazioni. Nell’inconscio, nel subconscio, c’è&lt;br /&gt;qualcosa che li blocca e impedisce loro di avere dei risultati. &lt;br /&gt;Ovviamente, la vita di oggi, con il suo ritmo accelerato e i&lt;br /&gt;molteplici obblighi che impone, non favorisce le attività&lt;br /&gt;spirituali, le quali richiedono che ci si sappia liberare dalle&lt;br /&gt;preoccupazioni quotidiane per trovare un altro ritmo più&lt;br /&gt;armonioso. Ma chi per una mezz’ora o per un’ora si abitua a&lt;br /&gt;soddisfare certe condizioni di pace interiore, riuscirà non solo&lt;br /&gt;a legarsi al mondo della luce, ma assumerà in seguito tutti i&lt;br /&gt;propri obblighi professionali e familiari con maggior facilità.&lt;br /&gt;Ogni cosa deve essere fatta nel luogo appropriato e a tempo&lt;br /&gt;debito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M. Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3609900721530088459?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3609900721530088459/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3609900721530088459' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3609900721530088459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3609900721530088459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/07/eccosono-io.html' title='ecco..sono io...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8549605737941487776</id><published>2008-07-30T09:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:55:40.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SJAeaPjTGOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UDJ7Y6KtzVg/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SJAeaPjTGOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UDJ7Y6KtzVg/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228712603577161954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 30/07/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L’amore è uno scambio tra due correnti di energie, tra due poli&lt;br /&gt;opposti ma complementari. Non è il corpo fisico ad ispirare&lt;br /&gt;l’amore; spesso, il corpo interviene soltanto alla fine del&lt;br /&gt;processo, come esito finale: non fa che seguire. Ciò che ispira&lt;br /&gt;l’amore è invisibile.&lt;br /&gt;Generalmente, si dà al corpo più importanza di quanta ne abbia&lt;br /&gt;realmente. Posti l’uno accanto all’altro, forse che i cadaveri&lt;br /&gt;di due esseri che si sono amati si abbracciano? No, ma le loro&lt;br /&gt;anime, che sono vive, continuano ad incontrarsi. È la vita nelle&lt;br /&gt;creature a provocare attrazione o repulsione. Dunque, prima che i&lt;br /&gt;corpi siano reciprocamente attratti, ci sono state delle correnti&lt;br /&gt;fluidiche che li hanno indotti ad avvicinarsi; i corpi non hanno&lt;br /&gt;fatto altro che seguire il movimento, nella fase finale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8549605737941487776?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8549605737941487776/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8549605737941487776' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8549605737941487776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8549605737941487776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/07/amore.html' title='Amore'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SJAeaPjTGOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UDJ7Y6KtzVg/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3942214908141755675</id><published>2008-07-30T09:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:50:16.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>caosmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SJAdMfGzcvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a6NmwfC1UCA/s1600-h/ricominciare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SJAdMfGzcvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a6NmwfC1UCA/s320/ricominciare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228711267722818290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momento di latitanza da questo mio piccolo spazio virtuale/reale che denota anche la mia latitanza da quel percorso che ho iniziato esattamente nel giugno 2007. Non so come mai, ma sono stanca, stanca psicologicamente, stanca di cercare e di non trovare il bandolo della matassa.&lt;br /&gt;Quindi ho abbassato la guardia e ho, momentaneamente, perso il contatto con ME ed infatti si vede e si sente.. è come se fossi ricaduta in quel caos, in quella stanza così piena di tanti oggetti e di confusione che ho visto qualche tempo fa. Ed io sono in mezzo guardandomi intorno senza sapere da dove cominiciare a mettere 'ordine'...tanti oggetti ammassati, buttati lì, colorati, cupi, nuovi, rotti, usati..e vedo i miei occhi che mi guardano e mi sorridono..quella bambina così piccola e così grande che non ha giocato..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi...che fare? Rimboccarsi le maniche e ricominciare, ripartire, ri-cercare...anche se i dubbi sono tanti, le paure, i pensieri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3942214908141755675?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3942214908141755675/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3942214908141755675' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3942214908141755675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3942214908141755675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/07/caosmente.html' title='caosmente'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SJAdMfGzcvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a6NmwfC1UCA/s72-c/ricominciare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3740915687646823960</id><published>2008-06-27T17:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:57:46.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oggi ho capito che..</title><content type='html'>certi rapporti non si recuperano più, malgrado gli sforzi, malgrado la buona volonta e il desiderio di creare un qualcosa di buono.. ormai..è andata...e non si recupera..tristezza totale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3740915687646823960?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3740915687646823960/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3740915687646823960' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3740915687646823960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3740915687646823960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/06/oggi-ho-capito-che.html' title='oggi ho capito che..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1136411317019522699</id><published>2008-06-26T17:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:19:27.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>torrente...pensieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SGOze9VRl7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TjZ3om5bi-0/s1600-h/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SGOze9VRl7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TjZ3om5bi-0/s320/waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216210137866409906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 10/06/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In un solo giorno, quanti pensieri e sentimenti diversi possono&lt;br /&gt;attraversare un essere umano! Perciò, nelle sue vibrazioni e&lt;br /&gt;nelle sue emanazioni, egli non è mai lo stesso. Ma il più delle&lt;br /&gt;volte, quei cambiamenti sono impercettibili, e occorrono anni&lt;br /&gt;per rendersi conto che il suo viso, il colore della sua pelle,&lt;br /&gt;la sua figura o la materia stessa del suo corpo si sono&lt;br /&gt;modificati. &lt;br /&gt;Chi si lascia andare ad una vita caotica e nutre pensieri e&lt;br /&gt;sentimenti grossolani, sta svilendo tutto il proprio essere, e&lt;br /&gt;ben presto la sua espressione, il suo sguardo, la sua voce e i&lt;br /&gt;suoi gesti finiranno per risentire di quello svilimento. Ma se&lt;br /&gt;si sforza di accordarsi con il mondo divino e di rispettarne le&lt;br /&gt;leggi, a poco a poco qualcosa in lui si aggiusterà, si&lt;br /&gt;schiarirà, si purificherà. Come l’acqua di un torrente&lt;br /&gt;sotterraneo trasforma le rocce e i ciottoli sui quali scorre,&lt;br /&gt;così le correnti divine che attraversano l’uomo impregnano di&lt;br /&gt;luce le particelle del suo corpo, e in lui inizia a prodursi una&lt;br /&gt;vera metamorfosi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1136411317019522699?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1136411317019522699/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1136411317019522699' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1136411317019522699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1136411317019522699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/06/torrentepensieri.html' title='torrente...pensieri'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SGOze9VRl7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TjZ3om5bi-0/s72-c/waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3727308270885432889</id><published>2008-06-26T17:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:15:27.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>camminare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SGOyhn1x1bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/59EnJlQwurw/s1600-h/walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SGOyhn1x1bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/59EnJlQwurw/s320/walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216209084125140402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 07/06/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studiate la vostra camminata in modo da migliorarla se fosse&lt;br /&gt;necessario. Sforzatevi di camminare con scioltezza, con&lt;br /&gt;leggerezza e con la testa diritta. Camminare curvi è una pessima&lt;br /&gt;abitudine, come pure battere fortemente il tallone ad ogni passo:&lt;br /&gt;la persona che cammina così ignora che sta violentando il proprio&lt;br /&gt;cervello, poiché ogni scossone si ripercuote sia sul cervello che&lt;br /&gt;su tutto il sistema nervoso e, dopo qualche anno, nel suo modo di&lt;br /&gt;pensare e di agire, quella persona manifesterà grossolanità e&lt;br /&gt;violenza.&lt;br /&gt;Se vi sentite stanchi dopo una mezz’ora o un’ora di cammino,&lt;br /&gt;significa che non sapete nemmeno camminare. Quando si sa&lt;br /&gt;adottare un ritmo corretto, camminare dà energia, e anche se in&lt;br /&gt;partenza si era stanchi, si sentono man mano ritornare le forze.&lt;br /&gt;Esiste un ritmo di marcia che ciascuno deve cercare di acquisire&lt;br /&gt;e che non stanca. Quando, camminando, sentite che le forze&lt;br /&gt;incominciano a circolare in voi, significa che avete trovato il&lt;br /&gt;giusto ritmo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3727308270885432889?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3727308270885432889/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3727308270885432889' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3727308270885432889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3727308270885432889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/06/camminare.html' title='camminare..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SGOyhn1x1bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/59EnJlQwurw/s72-c/walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1444217583290843677</id><published>2008-06-19T23:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:50:35.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Riflessione</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SFv7AAOJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QGHmDrj1Hto/s1600-h/riflessione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SFv7AAOJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QGHmDrj1Hto/s320/riflessione.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214036971089427330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando la mente è calma e lo spirito in pace,&lt;br /&gt;la comprensione è realizzata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non v’è più nulla da comprendere.&lt;br /&gt;Chi può affermare che il regno del Tao è lontano da noi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com’è sereno!&lt;br /&gt;Come l’origine di Cielo e Terra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni Tsan (1301-1374)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1444217583290843677?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1444217583290843677/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1444217583290843677' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1444217583290843677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1444217583290843677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-riflessione.html' title='La Riflessione'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SFv7AAOJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QGHmDrj1Hto/s72-c/riflessione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4844650534559388381</id><published>2008-06-07T09:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:28:35.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Ti auguro Tempo”&lt;br /&gt;di Elli Michler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non ti auguro un dono qualsiasi,&lt;br /&gt;ti auguro soltanto quello che i più non hanno.&lt;br /&gt;ti auguro tempo, per divertirti e per ridere;&lt;br /&gt;se lo impiegherai bene, potrai ricavarne qualcosa.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro tempo, per il tuo fare e il tuo pensare,&lt;br /&gt;non solo per te stesso,ma anche per donarlo agli altri.&lt;br /&gt;ti auguro tempo, non per affrettarti a correre,&lt;br /&gt;ma tempo per essere contento.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro tempo, non soltanto per trascorrerlo,&lt;br /&gt;ti auguro tempo perché te ne resti:&lt;br /&gt;tempo per stupirti e tempo per fidarti&lt;br /&gt;e non soltanto per guardarlo sull'orologio.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro tempo per toccare le stelle&lt;br /&gt;e tempo per crescere, per maturare.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro tempo per sperare nuovamente e per amare.&lt;br /&gt;Non ha più senso rimandare.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro tempo per trovare te stesso,&lt;br /&gt;per vivere ogni tuo giorno , ogni tua ora come un dono.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro tempo anche per perdonare.&lt;br /&gt;Ti auguro di avere tempo,&lt;br /&gt;tempo per la vita".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4844650534559388381?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4844650534559388381/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4844650534559388381' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4844650534559388381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4844650534559388381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/06/ti-auguro-tempo-di-elli-michler-non-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2539341754037027854</id><published>2008-05-25T22:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:49:04.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Fra un pensiero e l’altro, c’è un vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;In quel vuoto TU sei.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2539341754037027854?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2539341754037027854/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2539341754037027854' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2539341754037027854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2539341754037027854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/fra-un-pensiero-e-laltro-c-un-vuoto.html' title=''/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6901129024593810899</id><published>2008-05-20T10:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:30:49.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IO diverso da me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SDKNy0o1bZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CW13SVAGTp8/s1600-h/different.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SDKNy0o1bZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CW13SVAGTp8/s320/different.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202376423829237138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IO e me respirano la stessa aria.&lt;br /&gt;IO ascolta in silenzio, me è un chiacchierone.&lt;br /&gt;IO sussurra e lo sentono tutti, me urla e non lo sente nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;IO non ha vita pubblica, me invece, adora le pubbliche relazioni, va al supermercato, impone il proprio ruolo con i colleghi di lavoro, cerca sempre di ‘fare bella figura’, e non perde occasione per manifestare quanto sia importante la sua storia personale.&lt;br /&gt;IO non chiede mai, me chiede consensi e approvazione e farebbe qualsiasi cosa per ottenerli.&lt;br /&gt;IO soffre quando vede me auto-commiserarsi.&lt;br /&gt;IO adora ascoltare il silenzio e non ha paura della solitudine, me adora ascoltare il baccano e teme la solitudine.&lt;br /&gt;IO conosce in profondità Tutto e l’indispensabile, me conosce la superficie di cose e persone, e il superfluo.&lt;br /&gt;IO sa che non esistono certezze, me le cerca disperatamente.&lt;br /&gt;IO è Autentico e ci si può fidare, me è falso ed è meglio non fidarsi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1pensiero.splinder.com/"&gt;Unpensiero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6901129024593810899?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6901129024593810899/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6901129024593810899' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6901129024593810899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6901129024593810899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/io-diverso-da-me.html' title='IO diverso da me...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SDKNy0o1bZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CW13SVAGTp8/s72-c/different.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1175964836971540352</id><published>2008-05-19T16:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:40:12.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SDGRLko1bYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ffCJZQcJt5U/s1600-h/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SDGRLko1bYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ffCJZQcJt5U/s320/splash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202098672589172098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...quasi tutti scappano da se stessi il più velocemente possibile. E il problema è proprio questo, tu non puoi scappare da te stesso.&lt;br /&gt;Dovunque andrai, sarai te stesso. Si ha paura di conoscere se stessi. E' la più grande paura del mondo. Lo è perchè tu sei stato condannato da tutti quanti per le più piccole inezie - per gli errori più piccoli, quelli assolutamente umani - in maniera così spropositata da arrivare ad avere paura di te stesso. Tu sai che non sei degno.&lt;br /&gt;Nelle profondità del tuo inconscio si è sedimentata questa idea - che tu non meriti niente, che sei assolutamente indegno. Naturalmente, la strada migliore è quella di scappare da te stesso.&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi scappare da te stesso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saytam, Shivam, Sunderam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1175964836971540352?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1175964836971540352/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1175964836971540352' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1175964836971540352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1175964836971540352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SDGRLko1bYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ffCJZQcJt5U/s72-c/splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8489326785051024900</id><published>2008-05-16T09:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:53:32.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cinque virtù</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 16/05/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il Maestro Peter Deunov diceva: «Poni la bontà come base della&lt;br /&gt;tua vita, la giustizia come misura, la saggezza come limite,&lt;br /&gt;l’amore come diletto e la verità come luce».&lt;br /&gt;La bontà, la giustizia, l’amore, la saggezza e la verità sono&lt;br /&gt;cinque virtù necessarie allo sviluppo armonioso dell’uomo. La&lt;br /&gt;vera scienza risiede nella conoscenza dei legami che queste&lt;br /&gt;virtù mantengono con il nostro corpo fisico, ma anche con il&lt;br /&gt;nostro corpo psichico e con il nostro corpo spirituale. La bontà&lt;br /&gt;è legata alle gambe, la giustizia alle mani, l’amore alla bocca,&lt;br /&gt;la saggezza alle orecchie, e la verità agli occhi. La verità&lt;br /&gt;appartiene allo spirito, l’amore all’anima, la saggezza&lt;br /&gt;all’intelletto, la bontà al cuore, e la giustizia alla volontà."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8489326785051024900?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8489326785051024900/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8489326785051024900' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8489326785051024900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8489326785051024900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinque-virt.html' title='cinque virtù'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2729978702993928030</id><published>2008-05-15T10:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:44:02.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>centimetri...</title><content type='html'>"Non so cosa dirvi davvero.&lt;br /&gt;Tre minuti alla nostra più difficile sfida professionale.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto si decide oggi.&lt;br /&gt;Ora noi, o risorgiamo come squadra, o cederemo un centimetro alla volta, uno schema dopo l'altro, sino alla disfatta. Siamo all'inferno adesso, signori miei. Credetemi.&lt;br /&gt;E... possiamo rimanerci, farci prendere a schiaffi oppure aprirci la strada lottando verso la luce.&lt;br /&gt;Possiamo scalare le pareti dell'inferno un centimetro alla volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io però non posso farlo per voi, sono troppo vecchio.&lt;br /&gt;Mi guardo intorno vedo i vostri giovani volti e penso... certo che... ho commesso tutti gli errori che un uomo di mezza età possa fare. Sì perché io ho sperperato tutti i miei soldi, che ci crediate o no. Ho cacciato via tutti quelli che mi volevano bene e da qualche anno mi dà anche fastidio la faccia che vedo nello specchio.&lt;br /&gt;Sapete col tempo, con l'età tante cose ci vengono tolte ma questo fa... fa parte della vita.&lt;br /&gt;Però tu lo impari solo quando quelle cose le cominci a perdere e scopri che la vita è un gioco di centimetri. E così è il football.&lt;br /&gt;Perché in entrambi questi giochi, la vita e il football, il margine d'errore è ridottissimo. Capitelo...&lt;br /&gt;Mezzo passo fatto un po' in anticipo o in ritardo e voi non ce la fate. Mezzo secondo troppo veloci o troppo lenti e mancate la presa. Ma i centimetri che ci servono sono dappertutto, sono intorno a noi, ci sono in ogni break della partita, ad ogni minuto, ad ogni secondo.&lt;br /&gt;In questa squadra si combatte per un centimetro. In questa squadra massacriamo di fatica noi stessi e tutti quelli intorno a noi, per un centimetro. Ci difendiamo con le unghie e con i denti per un centimetro.&lt;br /&gt;Perché sappiamo che quando andremo a sommare tutti quei centimetri, il totale allora farà la differenza tra la vittoria e la sconfitta, la differenza tra vivere e morire.&lt;br /&gt;E voglio dirvi una cosa: in ogni scontro è colui il quale è disposto a morire che guadagnerà un centimetro.&lt;br /&gt;E io so che se potrò avere un'esistenza appagante sarà perché sono disposto ancora a battermi e a morire per quel centimetro. La nostra vita è tutta lì. In questo consiste, e in quei 10 centimetri davanti alla faccia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma io non posso obbligarvi a lottare! Dovrete guardare il compagno che avete accanto, guardarlo negli occhi. Io scommetto che ci vedrete un uomo determinato a guadagnare terreno con voi. Che ci vedrete un uomo che si sacrificherà volentieri per questa squadra, consapevole del fatto che quando sarà il momento voi farete lo stesso per lui.&lt;br /&gt;Questo è essere una squadra, signori miei!&lt;br /&gt;Perciò... o noi risorgiamo adesso, come collettivo, o saremo annientati individualmente.&lt;br /&gt;È il football ragazzi! È tutto quì.&lt;br /&gt;Allora, che cosa volete fare?"&lt;br /&gt;Tony d'Amato - Ogni Maledetta Domenica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=jQvU9aWuqwQ"&gt;Eccolo in video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2729978702993928030?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2729978702993928030/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2729978702993928030' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2729978702993928030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2729978702993928030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/centimetri.html' title='centimetri...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-7248635734305726491</id><published>2008-05-14T09:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:31:37.185+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCqVU0o1bXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2I2ItffPzHQ/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCqVU0o1bXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2I2ItffPzHQ/s320/sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200132904712498546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 14/05/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ciascuno diverrà un giorno esattamente come Dio lo ha pensato e&lt;br /&gt;voluto, tale e quale egli è già nel proprio Sé superiore. È&lt;br /&gt;questa certezza che deve dare un senso a tutto ciò che stiamo&lt;br /&gt;vivendo. Anche se è difficile, nulla deve fermarci lungo il&lt;br /&gt;cammino che ci porta verso la luce.&lt;br /&gt;Guardate il Sole che sorge, lasciatevi assorbire da quella vita,&lt;br /&gt;da quel fulgore. In quello zampillio di luce, in quella radiosità&lt;br /&gt;che è espressione dello splendore divino, mettetevi alla ricerca&lt;br /&gt;del vostro vero Sé. Il giorno in cui lo scoprirete, il giorno in&lt;br /&gt;cui imparerete a identificarvi con Lui, saprete che non avete mai&lt;br /&gt;smesso di vivere nella potenza, nell’amore e nella luce, e che&lt;br /&gt;con la vostra vita e le vostre attività, potete partecipare al&lt;br /&gt;lavoro gigantesco che si svolge nell’Universo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-7248635734305726491?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/7248635734305726491/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=7248635734305726491' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7248635734305726491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/7248635734305726491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/s.html' title='Sé'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCqVU0o1bXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2I2ItffPzHQ/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2618165720390241273</id><published>2008-05-12T23:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:25:30.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mondo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCi1nEo1bWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PQj53XTSnNU/s1600-h/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCi1nEo1bWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PQj53XTSnNU/s320/inside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199605452663778658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non possiamo trasformare tutto il mondo, ma possiamo trasformare noi stessi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omraam_Mikha%C3%ABl_A%C3%AFvanhov"&gt;O.M.Aivanhov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2618165720390241273?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2618165720390241273/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2618165720390241273' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2618165720390241273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2618165720390241273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/mondo.html' title='mondo...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCi1nEo1bWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PQj53XTSnNU/s72-c/inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1030793908145741335</id><published>2008-05-12T10:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:10:15.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>non fermarsi mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCf7XEo1bUI/AAAAAAAAADs/SK_XKdgYNUo/s1600-h/camminare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCf7XEo1bUI/AAAAAAAAADs/SK_XKdgYNUo/s320/camminare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199400668623105346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero del giorno 11/05/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quella sensazione da noi talvolta provata che l’immensità sia la&lt;br /&gt;vera patria della nostra anima, non è un’illusione: essa ha&lt;br /&gt;origine nella nostra struttura psichica. Perciò, coloro che&lt;br /&gt;rifiutano di prendere in considerazione i bisogni della propria&lt;br /&gt;anima, proveranno sempre nel profondo di loro stessi una sorta&lt;br /&gt;di insoddisfazione. Anche se hanno fortuna, anche se si&lt;br /&gt;ritrovano fra onori, successi e gloria, avranno sempre la&lt;br /&gt;sensazione che manchi loro qualcosa; ed è inutile cercare di&lt;br /&gt;negare o di reprimere quella sensazione, perché essa nasce per&lt;br /&gt;obbligarci ad avanzare sul cammino che ci condurrà fino alla&lt;br /&gt;Sorgente della Luce. &lt;br /&gt;Dio non può essere visto né udito né toccato né spiegato né&lt;br /&gt;raggiunto. Noi, però, siamo abitati dal bisogno irresistibile di&lt;br /&gt;partire alla Sua ricerca; ed è Dio stesso che ha posto in noi&lt;br /&gt;questo bisogno affinché non smettiamo mai di avanzare, poiché&lt;br /&gt;questo è l’essenziale: non fermarsi mai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1030793908145741335?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1030793908145741335/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1030793908145741335' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1030793908145741335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1030793908145741335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/non-fermarsi-mai.html' title='non fermarsi mai'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCf7XEo1bUI/AAAAAAAAADs/SK_XKdgYNUo/s72-c/camminare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-1445919309638541862</id><published>2008-05-11T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:49:03.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'>intelligenza</title><content type='html'>"L’intellettività è la facoltà di memorizzare, mentre l’intelligenza è la facoltà di seguire la propria intuizione, di sapere cosa fare o cosa dire nel momento giusto. E’ l’intelligenza che porta la felicità interiore, non l’intellettività."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-1445919309638541862?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/1445919309638541862/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=1445919309638541862' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1445919309638541862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/1445919309638541862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/intelligenza.html' title='intelligenza'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-8790600845036406522</id><published>2008-05-10T10:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:42:20.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>traguardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCVf57r4BRI/AAAAAAAAADk/RPCvdRn5D0s/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCVf57r4BRI/AAAAAAAAADk/RPCvdRn5D0s/s320/flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198666793748006162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oggi non sto tanto bene, moralmente e fisicamente. E' da ieri che sono un po' "così così", mal di testa lontano ma costante da qualche giorno ormai. Probabilmente sono stanca e ho bisogno di dormire. Mentre dormo sogno, ma al mio risveglio non riesco a ricordarli, e pensare che in questo momento mi sarebbe proprio utile ricordare e scrivere un po'.&lt;br /&gt;Dovrò aspettare un momento migliore, aspettare che tutto venga in superficie e nel frattempo il tempo passa, scorre veloce ed io sono qui. &lt;br /&gt;Ho capito, o meglio mi hanno aiutato a capire i meccanismi della mia parte più profonda, ed è quindi iniziata una nuova avventura, una nuova ricerca (cercamente :) ), forse sarà anche per quello che in questi giorni mi sento così...&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei, non so cosa vorrei ora, credo che qualsiasi cosa non l'apprezzerei completamente, anzi la prenderei e la metterei lì insieme a tutti gli altri miei risultati, successi, obiettivi raggiunti...lì come se non avessero poi così tanta importanza, quando invece sono stati dei traguardi STREPITOSI. Ma io, non li considero più di tanto, non è mai abbastanza e credo che, per come sono adesso, anche se realizzassi il mio sogno più importante, una volta realizzato resterei lì..con la domanda: "e ora?" Quando invece sarebbe normale esultare, saltare, gridare un bel "CE L'HO FATTAAAAAAAAA!!"&lt;br /&gt;E' è questa parte più profonda e più nascosta di me che voglio cambiare, che voglio trasformare...ma è difficile, è tremendamente difficile.&lt;br /&gt;Io vivo la vita con il freno a mano tirato, mai stato così chiaro e lampante come in questo momento, sempre attenta a non 'esagerare'...e penso alle occasioni buttate via, nel senso di non godute pienamente, penso al tempo.. al tempo che scorre via...ai sacrifici che ho fatto per raggiungere quel determinato obiettivo, ai pianti, alla lotta continua costante.. &lt;br /&gt;"Tu nella vita sei una combattente, ecco perchè non puoi permetterti di essere felice, altrimenti dopo?" questo mi è stato detto..e il mio corpo a quella frase ha reagito, facendomi capire che è la verità, quella domanda: "e dopo?" cavolo come mi ha colpito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so..sento della confusione...sento della tristezza..io, con me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-8790600845036406522?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/8790600845036406522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=8790600845036406522' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8790600845036406522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/8790600845036406522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/traguardi.html' title='traguardi'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCVf57r4BRI/AAAAAAAAADk/RPCvdRn5D0s/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-4045178978088486059</id><published>2008-05-10T09:49:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:48:43.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>flessibile e forte come un bambu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCVUvbr4BQI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0vH8Q9jAPw/s1600-h/44197_3814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCVUvbr4BQI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0vH8Q9jAPw/s320/44197_3814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198654518731474178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono piante a portamento erbaceo, sempreverdi, molto vigorose e dato il gran numero di specie possono essere alte da pochi centimetri fino a raggiungere notevoli dimensioni (anche 40 m di altezza e 30 cm di diametro). Le radici sono rizomatose e la loro tipologia di sviluppo è molto variabile infatti ritroviamo specie dove le radici si sviluppano considerevolmente in profondità e si allontanano molto dal loro punto di origine ed altre invece che hanno uno sviluppo molto contenuto. Il fusto è con internodi cavi e nodi cilindrici molto evidenti dai quali si sviluppano le foglie sottili e lanceolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono piante di una resistenza e flessibilità fantastiche, forti e flessibili allo stesso tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Ho un bellissimo ricordo legato al bambu, a casa di mia nonna, quando ero piccola, ricordo che c'era una piccola foresta completamente di bambu, così fitta che non riuscivo a passare, tanti tanti fusti di diverse dimensioni. Ricordo il rumore sordo, ma al tempo stesso così strano, quando cercavo di spezzarli in prossimità dei nodi e farne tanti piccoli fusti. Mi divertivo un sacco a cercare di passare tra i tanti fusti. Sulla parte esterna della piccola foresta casereccia, ricordo con emozione che c'era un fusto così alto che aveva ceduto ed era facilmente raggiungibile dal basso, così salivo sopra e iniziavo a dondolare, tenendomi ad un altro fusto poco sopra. Dondolavo sempre più veloce e salivo sempre più su verso l'altro...fantastico direi..lo avevo dimenticato...quanto mi piaceva volteggiare e cercare di andare sempre più su...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non importa da quale parte soffi il vento, il bambu non pensa a come deve fare per dondolare, lo fa e basta. Ecco questa è la chiave...una delle tante chiavi, direi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-4045178978088486059?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/4045178978088486059/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=4045178978088486059' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4045178978088486059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/4045178978088486059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/flessibile-e-forte-come-un-bambu.html' title='flessibile e forte come un bambu'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/SCVUvbr4BQI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0vH8Q9jAPw/s72-c/44197_3814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3734538728392163260</id><published>2008-05-10T09:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:47:54.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maestro</title><content type='html'>Pensiero del giorno 02/05/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L’utilità più grande nell’avere un Maestro consiste nel fatto che&lt;br /&gt;egli attira l’attenzione del discepolo su ciò che è difettoso in&lt;br /&gt;lui, perché è proprio là, in ciò che è difettoso che si trova&lt;br /&gt;l’origine delle sue difficoltà e delle sue sofferenze. Finché&lt;br /&gt;non sapete quali sono i vostri punti deboli, venite attaccati e&lt;br /&gt;siete alla mercé dei nemici. Per avere la possibilità di&lt;br /&gt;difendervi, dovete imparare a riconoscere il nemico che è là,&lt;br /&gt;nascosto sotto un difetto, una cattiva abitudine o una&lt;br /&gt;concezione errata delle cose.&lt;br /&gt;Non c’è niente di peggio che non sapere da dove vengano le&lt;br /&gt;vostre difficoltà, le sofferenze e le disgrazie, perché vi&lt;br /&gt;esaurite sparando tutte le vostre cartucce a vuoto; un giorno vi&lt;br /&gt;ritrovate senza più munizioni e senza che il nemico sia stato&lt;br /&gt;vinto. Allora, cercate almeno di capire che il vostro Maestro è&lt;br /&gt;il vostro miglior alleato: egli non solo v’insegna a capire&lt;br /&gt;dov’è il nemico e come si manifesta, ma vi dà anche i mezzi per&lt;br /&gt;reagire, ed è così che prima o poi riuscirete a trionfare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.Aïvanhov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3734538728392163260?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3734538728392163260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3734538728392163260' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3734538728392163260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3734538728392163260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/05/maestro.html' title='Maestro'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3731078115701255033</id><published>2008-04-21T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:52:36.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tutto fermo</title><content type='html'>è tutto fermo...non si muove niente..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3731078115701255033?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3731078115701255033/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3731078115701255033' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3731078115701255033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3731078115701255033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/04/tutto-fermo.html' title='tutto fermo'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6083396706537891906</id><published>2008-04-12T00:27:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:01:10.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nell'ombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R__tkMEbLgI/AAAAAAAAADU/pcZGHgQ5954/s1600-h/ombre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R__tkMEbLgI/AAAAAAAAADU/pcZGHgQ5954/s320/ombre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188126501724958210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;più vado avanti, più divento grande e più mi rendo conto di essere una persona che attraversa la vita degli altri in punta di piedi, sempre 'dietro le quinte'...ecco una mia costante. Ripensando a tutto quello che ho fatto e che faccio tutt'ora..il filo conduttore è stato quello, pur sforzandomi di 'restare' nella mente delle persone o cmq di 'certe' persone, ma non è così..forse il mio 'compito' è quello, quello di restare una persona comune come tante altre, che possono sparire da un momento all'altro e accorgersene dopo e passati i 3secondi di riflessione, tutto torna come prima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso a quello che adoravo fare, vedi il doppiaggio, vedi il teatro, vedi il karate, vedi poi il lavoro che ho scelto, tutto 'dietro le quinte', tutto nell'ombra...quell'ombra che solo in pochi esplorano e solo in pochi vedono e capiscono  il valore...spesso è frustrante, è limitante perchè più cerchi di far capire/vedere l'impegno, il valore, il cuore che impieghi in quello che fai e più...sei trasparente...mi sono sentita così talmente tante volte che è appunto diventata una mia costante...e mi chiedo perchè, come mai succede sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chissà forse un giorno capirò, cambierò, ci sarò...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6083396706537891906?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6083396706537891906/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6083396706537891906' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6083396706537891906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6083396706537891906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/04/nellombra.html' title='nell&apos;ombra'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R__tkMEbLgI/AAAAAAAAADU/pcZGHgQ5954/s72-c/ombre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-2817420161682022255</id><published>2008-04-10T10:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:27:13.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>per te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_3NiMEbLfI/AAAAAAAAADM/WnWntsZfR9U/s1600-h/moto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_3NiMEbLfI/AAAAAAAAADM/WnWntsZfR9U/s320/moto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187528333039709682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quella strada non sarebbe proprio la tua 'strada', vero? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-2817420161682022255?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/2817420161682022255/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=2817420161682022255' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2817420161682022255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/2817420161682022255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/04/per-te.html' title='per te...'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_3NiMEbLfI/AAAAAAAAADM/WnWntsZfR9U/s72-c/moto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5190094279336387978</id><published>2008-04-04T11:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:15:51.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>deludere, dormire, scappare, sognare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_3Mq8EbLeI/AAAAAAAAADE/PEBeWzTANt8/s1600-h/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_3Mq8EbLeI/AAAAAAAAADE/PEBeWzTANt8/s320/run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187527383851937250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e non c'è verso, mi ha dato più fastidio di quanto pensassi, mi ha deluso..ma proprio tanto, forse mi aspettavo una reazione diversa, mi aspettavo... ed è forse lì l'errore, aspettarsi qualcosa dalle persone per poi rimanere delusa.. non so.. sono giorni strani questi, giorni molto molto particolari, giorni decisamente no.&lt;br /&gt;Giorni in cui vorrei andare via lontano da tutto e da tutti, crearmi una vita nuova in un posto dove non conosco nessuno e dove nessuno mi conosce, ricominciare...&lt;br /&gt;Ricominciare con uno spirito nuovo, perchè adesso è tutto cambiato è tutto diverso..sono io ad essere diversa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In queste notti di poco riposo, i sogni sono tanti e così colorati, ma che non ricordo al risveglio, ed è un peccato perchè chissà cosa ne verrebbe fuori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre alla ricera della soluzione, della pozione magica per far sparire il pensiero, la presenza, sempre cerco, fino ad ora senza risultato o forse sono io che non li vedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lo domando spesso, e trovo difficile darmi una risposta...sono stanca, sono...Poi penso a tutto quello che ho smosso, a tutto quello che ho avviato da quasi 1 anno a questa parte, energia..così tanta energia da non poter restare coinvolti, ma forse non è abbastanza..esatto forse non è abbastanza, forse serve altro...non è mai abbastanza..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5190094279336387978?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5190094279336387978/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5190094279336387978' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5190094279336387978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5190094279336387978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/04/deludere-dormire-scappare-sognare.html' title='deludere, dormire, scappare, sognare..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_3Mq8EbLeI/AAAAAAAAADE/PEBeWzTANt8/s72-c/run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-5534824361289330341</id><published>2008-03-31T14:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:59:49.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>si inizia a raccogliere..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_OtZtxJdBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zxKlkCT_v98/s1600-h/raccogliere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_OtZtxJdBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zxKlkCT_v98/s320/raccogliere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184678253327643666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualche frutto dopo tanto tanto sacrificio e tanto lavoro sto iniziando a raccogliere. Emozioni uniche, speciali, vere che non ho esternato, le ho tenute con me.. il cuore che sembrava balzarmi fuori dal petto e poi..via verso quel palco con la certezza che quello che avevamo fatto era stato, almeno in parte, capito e apprezzato... con accanto la mia famiglia.. il mio papà a sorprendermi, mia mamma e il mio 2papà a farmi un saluto.&lt;br /&gt;Il tutto con la persona che mi ha aiutato a realizzare una piccola parte del mio grande sogno... grazie con tutta me stessa... e grazie anche a te ponfo che hai avviato tutto questo...grazie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-5534824361289330341?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/5534824361289330341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=5534824361289330341' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5534824361289330341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/5534824361289330341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/03/si-inizia-raccogliere.html' title='si inizia a raccogliere..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R_OtZtxJdBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zxKlkCT_v98/s72-c/raccogliere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-787139732894787550</id><published>2008-03-18T11:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:32:35.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>voglia di sapere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R-DPjSWrATI/AAAAAAAAACs/pdvqsWMajfY/s1600-h/read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R-DPjSWrATI/AAAAAAAAACs/pdvqsWMajfY/s320/read.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179367776605372722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è quello che mi succede da qualche tempo a questa parte, sento la necessità di leggere e capire e cercare, sto leggendo molto, lavoro permettendo ovviamente..ed è bello vedere che piano piano tutto mi riporta lì, al solito punto, che è poi il mio punto di partenza.&lt;br /&gt;Ed io continuo a cercare a lottare contro quei fantasmi che ciclicamente si affacciano nella mia vita, nei miei pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;Con enorme felicità ho potuto verificare che qualcosa è cambiato, qualcosa si sta muovendo..anche se è dura.&lt;br /&gt;Da un paio di giorni mi sento abbacchiata, non so se è la stanchezza per la tensione che sto rilasciando..non so..&lt;br /&gt;Anche stamani..una marea di cose da fare e tanti tanti pensieri...non sto bene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-787139732894787550?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/787139732894787550/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=787139732894787550' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/787139732894787550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/787139732894787550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/03/voglia-di-sapere.html' title='voglia di sapere'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R-DPjSWrATI/AAAAAAAAACs/pdvqsWMajfY/s72-c/read.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-3105926320893732376</id><published>2008-03-14T11:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:39:00.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>falling..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R9pVuiWrASI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gdn_I1Fb3js/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R9pVuiWrASI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gdn_I1Fb3js/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177544979600048418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in questi giorni di estrema tensione, non so non avevo molta voglia di scrivere, ho tanti pensieri per la testa, il lavoro, i problemi con il commercialista, l'ansia per le gare, sto cercando di non pensare o cmq di staccare la mente e vivere nell'adesso, ora qui, io..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in questo momento sto ascoltando questa canzone, molto bella secondo me:&lt;br /&gt;Falling Into You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes I see ribbons of color&lt;br /&gt;I see us inside of each other&lt;br /&gt;I feel my unconscious merge with yours&lt;br /&gt;And I hear a voice say, whats his is hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im falling into you&lt;br /&gt;This dream could come true&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to let you in here&lt;br /&gt;Now I have learned love cant be made in fear&lt;br /&gt;The walls begin to tumble down&lt;br /&gt;And I cant even see the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im falling into you&lt;br /&gt;This dream could come true&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling like a leaf, falling like a star&lt;br /&gt;Finding a belief, falling where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, dont let me drop!&lt;br /&gt;Love me, dont ever stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And while you sleep I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im falling into you&lt;br /&gt;This dream could come true&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling like a leaf, falling like a star&lt;br /&gt;Finding a belief, falling where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansiaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(e non fa parte della canzone :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-3105926320893732376?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/3105926320893732376/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=3105926320893732376' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3105926320893732376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/3105926320893732376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/03/falling.html' title='falling..'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R9pVuiWrASI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gdn_I1Fb3js/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865611473937947782.post-6356087478021671634</id><published>2008-02-29T15:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:18:06.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all things happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R8gTtK49HtI/AAAAAAAAACc/0dh8GSX2fiM/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R8gTtK49HtI/AAAAAAAAACc/0dh8GSX2fiM/s320/tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172405838773296850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre da All Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time passes in moments ... moments which, rushing past define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il tempo è fatto di momenti...momenti che scorrendo verlocemente definiscono il sentiero di una vita e lo conducono inesorabilmente averso la sua fine.&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte ci soffermiamo ad esaminare quel sentiero, a capire le ragioni per cui tutte le cose accadono, o a considerare se il sentiero intrapreso nella vita sia una nostra creazione, oppure semplicemente qualcosa in cui vaghiamo ad occhi chiusi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma se potessimo fermare il tempo, per valutare ogni momento prezioso prima che passi e riuscissimo a vedere le altre infinite possilità di percorso che si sono presentate nella nostra vita, sceglieremmo un altro sentiero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastica interpretazione di Gillian e di Claudia, rispettivamente Scully e la sua doppiatrice. Entrambe magnifiche nell'intepretare questo breve monologo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quante volte ho pensato a queste parole, ho pensato al tempo, al significato del tempo nella mia vita.. sempre in ritardo nei momenti significativi della mia vita..e maniacalmente in anticipo nelle situazioni quotidiane, forse è proprio per quello che sono sempre in anticipo ai vari incontri, appuntamenti...ecc.ecc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi anche a teatro, tra tutti i personaggi che potevo fare...ho dovuto interpretare il tempo...un caso? mmm credo proprio di no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come adesso che lo vedo scorrere così velocemente, ora che vorrei che rallentasse per darmi il tempo di capire, di guarire le mie ferite...ma al tempo stesso che passasse oltre...e lui va..ed io sono qui..che sogno, che desidero, che spero...io con me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/865611473937947782-6356087478021671634?l=silencesearch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/feeds/6356087478021671634/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=865611473937947782&amp;postID=6356087478021671634' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6356087478021671634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/865611473937947782/posts/default/6356087478021671634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesearch.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-things-happen.html' title='all things happen'/><author><name>elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638537305721726268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R6yYEAZobQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBzs0zCZYE4/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IgFxlKBYgLE/R8gTtK49HtI/AAAAAAAAACc/0dh8GSX2fiM/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
