tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68827452012-02-16T18:23:30.019+01:00Ambrosia's PhotoblogAmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167138859996204812006-12-26T13:07:00.000+01:002006-12-26T14:14:20.440+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/776924/flowers2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/593773/flowers2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116713885999620481?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167128690690605962006-12-26T11:16:00.000+01:002006-12-26T11:29:54.343+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/715967/ring3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/863251/ring3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/885883/ring2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 161px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/225458/ring2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/664186/ring4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/362027/ring4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/925614/ring1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/876876/ring1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100COACH/PICT0041.JPG" alt="" /><br />"Would you like to marry me<br />And if you like you can buy the ring"<br />She doesn't care about anything<br /><br />"Would you like to marry me<br />And if you like you can buy the ring"<br />I don't dream about anyone<br />Except myself<br /><br />William, it was really nothing..."<br /><br />(The Smiths, "William, It Was Really Nothing")<br /><img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100COACH/PICT0041.JPG" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116712869069060596?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167093295181671872006-12-26T01:21:00.000+01:002006-12-26T01:34:55.196+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/401777/xmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/236815/xmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">"The lights are on but nobody’s at home<br />Everybody wants to be a<br />Everyone wants to be a friend<br />Nobody wants to be a singer<br />Walking walking walking... "<br />(Radiohead, "Morning Bell")<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116709329518167187?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167092242835218772006-12-26T01:10:00.000+01:002006-12-26T01:17:22.836+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/282204/proporzioni.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/630692/proporzioni.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116709224283521877?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167091217938672862006-12-26T00:56:00.000+01:002006-12-26T01:00:17.940+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/771365/train.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/337587/train.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="testo">"Nascosti nella sera<br />partono treni a ogni ora<br />partono ma<br />non partiamo noi ..."<br />(Vinicio Capossela, "Nella pioggia")<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116709121793867286?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167089009646316322006-12-25T23:49:00.000+01:002006-12-26T00:51:57.950+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/457215/treno3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/796356/treno3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/394097/treno4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/142056/treno4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><strong><br /></strong></p> <p><br /></p><p><br /></p> <p><br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/319185/treno2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/753183/treno2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/446455/binario1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/476930/binario1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p><br /></p> <p>"I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don’t think of you.<br /></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I keep falling over, I keep passing out, when I see a face like you.<br />What am I coming to?<br />I’m gonna melt down.<br /><br />Blame it on the black star,<br />Blame in on the falling sky,<br />Blame in on the satellite, that beams me home."</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >(Radiohead, "Black Star")<br /></span></p><p>"Benvenuta<br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">stava scritto sui fiori per te<br />ma io rimango solo<br />solo qui<br />coi fiori e le speranze<br />non chiedermi perché<br />quanta gente aspetta un treno<br />e come gli altri io sicuro<br />aspettavo te<br />Dio quanto tempo<br />son felice di vederti<br />hai fatto tardi non importa<br />ma non ferirmi un’altra volta</div><div style="text-align: left;"> (...)<br /></div><p style="text-align: left;">preparo la faccia da proporti<br />un po’ stupita, un po’ contenta<br />ecco sono pronto ad incontrarti<br />e ho una macchina nuova<br />tutta pronta per portarti<br />verso nuovi sentimenti<br />più maturi, più contenti</p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;">che amarezza però<br />rimanere così da soli<br />sul marciapiede<br />mi vengono in mente le altre volte<br />ad aspettare te<br />e non c’è niente più da fare<br />aspettare un altro treno<br />tu non verrai e che stupido son stato<br />venire subito da te<br />chiederti perché<br />ma non importa,<br />che t’importa..."</p><p style="text-align: left;">("25 Aprile", Vinicio Capossela)<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116708900964631632?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1167075101587854082006-12-25T16:19:00.000+01:002006-12-25T20:31:41.656+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/1600/59883/stop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7697/395/320/322249/stop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-116707510158785408?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1148810452248275482006-05-28T11:52:00.000+02:002006-05-28T12:01:19.273+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/luce-che-filtra-tra-le-fogl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/luce-che-filtra-tra-le-fogl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0061.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0061.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/le-finestre-di-Isabella-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/le-finestre-di-Isabella-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114881045224827548?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1142499532875919352006-03-16T09:55:00.000+01:002006-03-16T10:15:21.393+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0118.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 171px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0118.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0119.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0119.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0120.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 222px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0120.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"I dont want to live in your side<br />though the rose is vermillion<br />and i find it so hard to survive<br />without when within you..."<br />(The Veils - "Lavinia")</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114249953287591935?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1141847495581907092006-03-08T20:46:00.000+01:002006-03-08T21:43:48.323+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/nuvola.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/nuvola.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"Nuvola sono qui<br />non mi manca niente<br />Nuvola resto qui<br />non ti chiedo niente<br />Guardami sono qui<br />solo e addormentato<br />Respiro e aspetto qui,<br />perso e ritrovato"<br />(Pacifico - "Nuvola")<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114184749558190709?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1141841636426870222006-03-08T19:13:00.000+01:002006-03-08T19:22:17.446+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/waste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/waste.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;color:black;" lang="EN-GB">"And the <a name="40">dead</a> tree gives no shelter,<span style=""> </span>the cricket no relief, </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" name="23"></a><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://eliotswasteland.tripod.com/notes.html#f23"><span style=""><span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" lang="EN-GB"></span></span><span style=""></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">And the </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" name="24">dry</a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> stone no sound of water."</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(T.S. Eliot - "The Burial of the Dead")</span><br /></span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></pre></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114184163642687022?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1141756093497199962006-03-07T19:21:00.000+01:002006-03-07T19:28:13.496+01:00...soffocare nel grigiore impoetico del quotidiano.<br />Aspettando uno squarcio, un lampo, un'onda.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="testo">"Vivo come un cammello in una grondaia <br />in questa illustre e onorata società. <br />E ancora, sto aspettando, un'ottima occasione <br />per acquistare un paio d'ali, e abbandonare il pianeta..."<br />(Franco Battiato - "Come un cammello in una grondaia")<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114175609349719996?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1141755576507478782006-03-07T19:15:00.000+01:002006-03-07T19:19:36.520+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Let me<br />Get in that sinking feeling<br />That says my heart is on an all time low - so<br />Don’t expect me<br />To behave perfectly"<br />(Queen - "My Melancholy Blues")<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114175557650747878?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140280290140072642006-02-18T17:25:00.000+01:002006-02-18T17:31:30.153+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/concerto-capossela.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/concerto-capossela.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />"Ballerine nel blu (...)<br /> L'illusione è tutto nella vita"<br />(Vinicio Capossela - "Nel blu (Gran vals impressionante)" )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114028029014007264?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140122098056547742006-02-16T21:31:00.000+01:002006-02-16T21:34:58.056+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />"Rain on your brain..."<br />(Travis - "Last Train")<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114012209805654774?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140121853424859002006-02-16T21:28:00.000+01:002006-02-16T21:37:32.736+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0055.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0055.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Sto cercando te da tanto tempo ormai"<br />(Alex Baroni - "Pavimento liquido")<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114012185342485900?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140121410401840382006-02-16T21:06:00.000+01:002006-02-16T21:25:54.266+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Do you remember</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> The things we used to say?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> (The Cranberries - "Dying in the Sun")</span><br /><br /></span></span>"Sunrise, the sun sets.<br />You are hopeful and then you regret.<br />The circle never breaks.<br />With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.<br />Is there nothing that remains?<br />For a sunrise or a sunset.<br />You’re manic or you’re depressed."<br />(Bright Eyes - "Sunrise, Sunset")<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114012141040184038?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140120237126981912006-02-16T20:33:00.000+01:002006-02-16T21:06:03.966+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"That's me in the corner<br /> That's me in the spotlight<br /> Losing my religion<br /> Trying to keep up with you<br /> And I don't know if I can do it..."<br /> (R.E.M. - "Losing My Religion")<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114012023712698191?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140021265155915562006-02-15T17:30:00.000+01:002006-02-15T20:55:37.140+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Comunque vada darò un sorriso al niente<br /><p>o ruberò al vento un'acqua di silenzio<br />amerò le mani tese sui capelli i pugni in testa<br />il buio ingiusto della mia malinconia<br />(...)<br />Scappa via scappa via cosa mai sarà<br />scappa via scappa via non tornerà"</p><p>(Max Gazzè - "Comunque vada")<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114002126515591556?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140021042846010552006-02-15T17:25:00.000+01:002006-02-15T17:38:39.866+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" ><br />Il vento che mi affanna<br />mi può piegar, non farmi troppo male.<br />(<a href="http://www.ilnarrastorie.it/JeandeLaFontaine/La.Canna.e.la.Quercia322.html">Jean de La Fontaine</a>)<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114002104284601055?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1140020215807711382006-02-15T17:12:00.000+01:002006-02-15T17:17:56.143+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0128.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0128.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Alone<br /><br /><br /><blockquote>"Have a look around you there’s no-one there<br />How can you call this fair"<br />(Delgados - "Coming In From The Cold")</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-114002021580771138?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882745.post-1083536050221544152006-02-15T16:13:00.000+01:002006-02-15T20:54:33.500+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/1600/PICT0123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7697/395/320/PICT0123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">"Tick, tock...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tick</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tick</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tick</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tick</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tick, Tock..."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Placebo - "Without You I'm Nothing")</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >The passing of time and all of its sickening crimes makes me sad again.<br />(...)<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >The passing of time leaves empty lives waiting to be filled.<br />(...)<br />You are sleeping. You do not want to believe.<br />You are sleeping. You do not want to believe.<br />You are sleeping. You do not want to believe.<br />You are sleeping..."<br />(The Smiths - "Rubber Ring")</span><br /></blockquote><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882745-108353605022154415?l=ambrosiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AmbrosiaJSIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079404306059182838noreply@blogger.com0