<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750</id><updated>2011-10-05T08:59:41.613+02:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='san valentino'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='olimpiadi torino 2006'/><category term='death'/><category term='speedskatin'/><category term='Warsaw'/><category term='enrico fabris'/><category term='Calabria'/><category term='art colour live_writer Delaunay Vercelli abstract art'/><category term='torino'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='London'/><category term='roberto saviano'/><category term='rafting'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='oval lingotto'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>Indian Fairy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-3374824663942534820</id><published>2010-04-06T16:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:49:50.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art colour live_writer Delaunay Vercelli abstract art'/><title type='text'>On Windows Live Writer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m feeling happy that I can update this blog through this evil SW provided by Microsoft… anyhow… since I’m happy I’ll share a painting that inspires me a lot at the moment:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.guggenheimvercelli.it/index_files/blocks_image_13_1.png" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Robert Delaunay, Circular Forms&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I saw it yesterday in an exhibition dedicated to abstract art :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guggenheimvercelli.it/"&gt;http://www.guggenheimvercelli.it/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-3374824663942534820?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3374824663942534820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3374824663942534820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3374824663942534820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3374824663942534820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-windows-live-writer.html' title='On Windows Live Writer!'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-1315828057216321681</id><published>2010-04-06T14:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:36:12.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks... and blogroll update</title><content type='html'>For some reason writing a blog in italian makes me more inspired than writing it in english, as you can see comparing the frequency of the posts on my &lt;a href="http://komy211983.spaces.live.com/default.aspx"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt; and on this (relatively) new one.&lt;br /&gt;This lack of posts is also being due to the India Fairy asking herself what people would love to read on her blog... the answer clearly is that she doesn't know, but she'll keep to post something form time to time. Randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I opened this blog after ages to thank&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;MARIE JONQUil&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariejonquil.blogspot.com/2010/04/link-of-day-wicked-indian-fairy-as-her.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;PS: I added this blog on my blogroll :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-1315828057216321681?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1315828057216321681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=1315828057216321681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/1315828057216321681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/1315828057216321681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-and-blogroll-update.html' title='Thanks... and blogroll update'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-5060365580532134133</id><published>2009-11-27T21:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:33:32.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>This poem was written by mother Teresa and it has a special meaning to me: I read it at the funerals od both my grand mothers. Reading it to myself and to the people who were around me helped me saying and believing that even is sad context we never have to loose the faith in the beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you, dear reader, will appreciate it, and that it could mean something to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.global-lab.org/mt/BBSpring07/gangessun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.global-lab.org/mt/BBSpring07/gangessun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #777777; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a beauty, admire it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is bliss, taste it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream, realise it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty, complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game, play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is costly, care for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #777777; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;Life is wealth, keep it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is love, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is mystery, know it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song, sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is tragedy, confront it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is luck, make it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is life, fight for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-5060365580532134133?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5060365580532134133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=5060365580532134133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5060365580532134133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5060365580532134133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-6623826293240183196</id><published>2009-11-27T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:02:37.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stabbed heart</title><content type='html'>In this cold and dark night I'm thinking that exactly 5 years ago aslmost at this hour you were leaving us forever.&lt;br /&gt;If you were still here I'm sure you'd want to see a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;But tears just don't &amp;nbsp;how to stop themselves from dropping down on my face.&lt;br /&gt;You were my strenght and my joy. And now I don't know how not to feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by too quickly, and I can't believe that 5 years are there between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;No longer mourn for me when I am dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e0e3ef; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Give warning to the world that I am fled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nay, if you read this line, remember not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The hand that writ it; for I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;If thinking on me then should make you woe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;O, if, I say, you look upon this verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;When I perhaps compounded am with clay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;But let your love even with my life decay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lest the wise world should look into your moan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;And mock you with me after I am gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;(Shakespear, Sonnet 71)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I never told you how greatful and happy I was to have you in my life, and realized &amp;nbsp;it while you were dying. I'm doing it now with this post, but I'm sure you knew it even without this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All I can do now is sending kisses to heaven.&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/383888145936449750-6623826293240183196?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6623826293240183196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=6623826293240183196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6623826293240183196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6623826293240183196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/11/stabbed-heart.html' title='stabbed heart'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-3515613378479683505</id><published>2009-11-05T10:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:41:34.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thierry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicato a Thierry e alla sua passione per la automobili...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_27jfPKo6WbU/STbH_MkWEjI/AAAAAAAACNo/lYrIx9fCxm8/s1600/Giacomo%20Balla,%20%20Abstract%20Speed%20%2B%20Sound%20(Velocit%C3%A0%20astratta%20%2B%20rumore),%20%201913-1914%20-%20gpc_work_large_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_27jfPKo6WbU/STbH_MkWEjI/AAAAAAAACNo/lYrIx9fCxm8/s400/Giacomo%20Balla,%20%20Abstract%20Speed%20%2B%20Sound%20(Velocit%C3%A0%20astratta%20%2B%20rumore),%20%201913-1914%20-%20gpc_work_large_26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/383888145936449750-3515613378479683505?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3515613378479683505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3515613378479683505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3515613378479683505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3515613378479683505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/11/thierry.html' title='A Thierry'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_27jfPKo6WbU/STbH_MkWEjI/AAAAAAAACNo/lYrIx9fCxm8/s72-c/Giacomo%20Balla,%20%20Abstract%20Speed%20%2B%20Sound%20(Velocit%C3%A0%20astratta%20%2B%20rumore),%20%201913-1914%20-%20gpc_work_large_26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-2422103592756576590</id><published>2009-09-26T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:02:36.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>on Friday night</title><content type='html'>Friday evening, raining outside, tired and slightly sick after a very long and intense week.&lt;br /&gt;A few skype chats opened on my dekstop, rambling throug some blogs on blogspot when I suddenly read this poetry... &amp;nbsp;exactly what I felt but couldn't express with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Brush Script MT'; font-size: xx-large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'amour, une route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Brush Script MT';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Brush Script MT';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizzi.it/public/quiz/amore_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://www.quizzi.it/public/quiz/amore_14.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Brush Script MT';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Brush Script MT';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;L'amour n'est pas tout fait.&lt;br /&gt;Il se fait.&lt;br /&gt;Il n'est pas robe ou costume prêt-à-porter,&lt;br /&gt;mais il est pièce d'étoffe à tailler, à monter et à coudre.&lt;br /&gt;Il n'est pas appartement, livré clef en main,&lt;br /&gt;mais il est maison à concevoir, à bâtir, à entretenir,&lt;br /&gt;et souvent à réparer.&lt;br /&gt;I1 n'est pas sommet vaincu,&lt;br /&gt;mais il est départ de la vallée, escalades passionnantes,&lt;br /&gt;chutes dangereuses dans le froid de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;ou la chaleur du soleil éclatant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Il n'est pas un solide ancrage au port du bonheur,&lt;br /&gt;rnais il est levée d'ancre et voyage en pleine mer, dans la brise ou la tempête.&lt;br /&gt;Il n'est pas un OUI triomphant, dit comme un énorme point final&lt;br /&gt;qu'on écrit en musique, au milieu des sourires et des bravos,&lt;br /&gt;mais il est multitude de oui qui pointillent la vie,&lt;br /&gt;parmi une multitude de non qu'on efface en marchant.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsi respecter l'autre, vois-tu ce n'est pas ne pas s'égarer,&lt;br /&gt;ne pas se battre, ne pas tomber,&lt;br /&gt;c'est toujours se relever et toujours marcher.&lt;br /&gt;vouloir poursuivre jusqu'au bout,&lt;br /&gt;le projet ensemble préparé et librement décidé.&lt;br /&gt;C'est faire confiance à l'autre au-delà des ombres de la nuit.&lt;br /&gt;C'est se soutenir mutuellement au-delà des chutes et des blessures,&lt;br /&gt;C'est avoir foi en l'Amour tout-puissant, au-delà de l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;(Michel Quoist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-2422103592756576590?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2422103592756576590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=2422103592756576590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2422103592756576590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2422103592756576590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-friday-night.html' title='on Friday night'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-2177191492252848572</id><published>2009-08-05T21:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:24:11.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>summer wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SLv1XZ2yggI/AAAAAAAABKI/PKfJnjPER5g/s512/DSCN4458.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 512px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have nice holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-2177191492252848572?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2177191492252848572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=2177191492252848572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2177191492252848572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2177191492252848572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-wish.html' title='summer wish'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SLv1XZ2yggI/AAAAAAAABKI/PKfJnjPER5g/s72-c/DSCN4458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-6490942833891380251</id><published>2009-07-17T19:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:23:33.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic on ice</title><content type='html'>In this hot  summer day, as I am relaxing afther a hard week of work, I decided to write  update this blog writing something about one os my biggest passion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since when I was a little girl I've always been fascinated by ice skating, and in particular by figure skating and ice dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  think being a professional skater was one of my childhood dreams... it didn't come into reality, but  it's never  too late, at least to take some lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meanwhile I want to share with you some youtube videos, maybe not the best ones but this is a personal choice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina Kostner's shor program at Euro 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why this video?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm fascinated by her, and not because she is italian... I think she is one of the most elegan skater on the ice, together with the wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.hs.fi/kuvat/iso_webkuva/1135219247550.jpeg"&gt;Kira Korpi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMO I think this is one of the best shorts Carolina even skated, and I love the music, an arrangement od Pachbell Canon in D made by theaustrian composer &lt;a href="http://www.robertwerner.at/Engl_index.htm"&gt;Robert Werner&lt;/a&gt;, especially for her. The combination of music and steps of this program captured my hearth... hope you'll enjoy it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: unfortunately there is just this very low quality video, where the speaker doesn't stop speaking... :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLrMMUVvqEc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;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/xLrMMUVvqEc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Every discipline has it's king, and Evgeny Plushenko definitely deserved this title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the short performed at the Olympic games in Turin in 2006, on the musics of Tosca by Puccini, arranged by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.edvinmarton.com/"&gt;Edvin Marton&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ieMEfklmuI&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;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/0ieMEfklmuI&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But skating is not only an individual art: I am amazed by how many feelings can be expressed on the ice,  their performances are a concentration of love, sweetness, strenght, grace and harmony... and will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QuhurSanQY0&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;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/QuhurSanQY0&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the last video I'll upload in this post: a fantastic ice dancing couple and  very expressive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pE60zjcin3I&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;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/pE60zjcin3I&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope you enjoy those  videos,  but seeing them live is a very intense experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few years ago I went with some friends to see the practice of the ISU Grand Prix Final that were hold in Turin, and we stayed sat for 5 hours, absolutely captured by the evolutions of these artists of the ice.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/383888145936449750-6490942833891380251?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6490942833891380251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=6490942833891380251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6490942833891380251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6490942833891380251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/07/magic-on-ice.html' title='Magic on ice'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-1096067727435506818</id><published>2009-05-08T21:10:00.021+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:30:23.117+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calabria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warsaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>8 months in 10 picture</title><content type='html'>A very brief update about what happened in my life during the last months of 2008... hope you enjoy the pictures :)&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;04/08/08: Master Degree defence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am  "Dottoressa Magistrale in Fisica delle Interazioni Fondamentali!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSREx3PKyI/AAAAAAAACfo/HzEKZBYWnZE/s200/DSCN3895.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333547370004032290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         08/08: London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSRuInvJRI/AAAAAAAACf4/kRobDXBqj2w/s200/DSCN4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333548080487671058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                             08/08: South Italy: rafting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSSt2rAivI/AAAAAAAACgA/dQPpFvghvg4/s1600-h/DSC_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSSt2rAivI/AAAAAAAACgA/dQPpFvghvg4/s200/DSC_0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333549175181183730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                         12/08: Warsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSTK_eW_eI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Kmmq-uFNX3E/s1600-h/DSCF2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSTK_eW_eI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Kmmq-uFNX3E/s200/DSCF2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333549675760254434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-1096067727435506818?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1096067727435506818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=1096067727435506818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/1096067727435506818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/1096067727435506818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-months-in-10-picture.html' title='8 months in 10 picture'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SgSREx3PKyI/AAAAAAAACfo/HzEKZBYWnZE/s72-c/DSCN3895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-3187840621617595115</id><published>2009-01-21T12:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:02:24.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enrico fabris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>first bday in the facebook era... and I am almost physically overwhelmed by the huge amount of nice thoughts that my fb friends left on my page... new and old friends took a minute of their time to think of me and to wish me a nice day.&lt;div&gt;I know it's something that  will last just for one minute... but for that minute, it was a wonderful feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, on my 26th bday I am thinking in particular of a  wonferful red haired girl... who shares her bday with me and it seems like, after all, is enjoying this day, despite of all the fears about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friend, I really wish you that today you can start a new life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a big big thank you to all the guys from enrico fabris' forum... it was wonderful reading all your creative and kind messages here  &lt;a href="http://www.enricofabris.com/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=929"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enricofabris.com/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=929"&gt;http://www.enricofabris.com/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=929&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/383888145936449750-3187840621617595115?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3187840621617595115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3187840621617595115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3187840621617595115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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home, outside is dark,some dogs are barking, my mind runs to those personal status on gmail I can't change. And to that note I wrote about you  a few days ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't believe I'll never have the chance of talking to you again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... under this grey rain I am thinking of you, who will be forever in my memories...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;... sotto questa grigia pioggia, sto pensando a te, che sarai x sempre nei miei ricordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/383888145936449750-3328039250946443303?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3328039250946443303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3328039250946443303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3328039250946443303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3328039250946443303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/12/personal-message.html' title='personal message'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-854524591948418231</id><published>2008-12-15T11:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:55:51.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma forse sono io che sbaglio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Venerdì scorso mi ha stroncata la notizia di Thierry... morto a 29 anni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non ci conoscevamo molto, ma come scritto in altra sede, è una persona che mi sarebbe tanto piaciuto avere come amico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purtroppo la distanza e il tempo hanno scelto decisamente per noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difronte ad un dolore come la morte di una persona, non posso che ripetere quanto sia importate capire quali sono l cose veramente importante della vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando arriveremo alla resa dei conti, conterà solo quanto siamo stati capaci di amare gli altri, e di essere felici.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quante occasione abbiamo colto fra quelle che ci sono state offerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto siamo stati capaci a non piangere sul latte versato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorrei che le persone attorno a me aprissero gli occhi e si rendessero conto di quante cose importanti hanno ma danno per scontato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queste mie riflessioni derivano da una presa di coscienza avvenuta forse senza un motivo scatenante, circa un anno fa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripensavo alla mia vita, e improvvisamente i miei occhi si sono aperti e mi sono resa conto di quanto sono stata fortunata, in relazione alle condizioni di partenza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come dice una mia amica, potrei essere una di quelle ragazze senza famiglia, lavoro, istruzione, assitenza sanitaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E invece i mie genitori naturali o chi per essi sono stati talmente intelligenti (o forse è stato il contesto a determinare la mia storia... non lo saprò mai) ad abbandonarmi, dandomi così l'opportunità di avere un futuro migliore di quanto loro non potessero garantirmi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E di questo sarò eternamente grata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanno sostituito l'egoismo con l'amore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attorno a me invece vedo solo persone che non fanno altro che lamentarsi della propria condizione contingente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-854524591948418231?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/854524591948418231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=854524591948418231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/854524591948418231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/854524591948418231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ma-forse-sono-io-che-sbaglio.html' title='Ma forse sono io che sbaglio'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-2393447040252774899</id><published>2008-11-25T09:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:01:06.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>It feels so good to see all that white soft snow :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ages since we last had so much snow on the ski slopes at this time of the year... and hopefully it could be possible to ski already this week end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vitton.it/webcam/cam%20meteosauze.htm"&gt;http://www.vitton.it/webcam/cam%20meteosauze.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/383888145936449750-2393447040252774899?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2393447040252774899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=2393447040252774899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2393447040252774899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2393447040252774899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-614158556086891377</id><published>2008-11-24T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:07:41.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vitton.it/webcam/hour07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.vitton.it/webcam/hour07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I could be there... and possibly not alone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/383888145936449750-614158556086891377?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/614158556086891377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=614158556086891377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/614158556086891377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/614158556086891377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-7769091224771418836</id><published>2008-11-24T09:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:01:21.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La speranza è l'ultima a morire</title><content type='html'>In questo lunedì mattina vorrei essere positiva e felice, dal momento che quando nevica il mio uomre è solitamente alle stelle [anche se purtroppo dovrò aspettare gennaio per mettere gli sci nei piedi].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuttavia sono travolta da notizione engative di ogni genere e da ongi parte del globo.&lt;br /&gt;Che i media preferiscano il castrofismo ai segni di speranza è un dato di fatto. Che mi sta annoiando ed irritando.&lt;br /&gt;Però mi è invetitabile chiedermi dove sta andando una società e cui ragazzi di famiglie "bene" per diletto danno fuoco ad un clochard, oppure taglieggiano coetanei per un cellulare o poco più.&lt;br /&gt;Ma soprattutto, come può un genitore non condannare un comportamente del genere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha fatto molto riflettere il commetno di mia mamma sul libro stra famoso di paolo Giordano, La solitudine dei numeri primi.&lt;br /&gt;Genitori che pretendono che i figli seguano controvoglia le lezioni dello sci club, e che vadano alle feste con la gemella down che metterà in imbarazzo il fratello troppo piccolo per capire e sopportare una situazione del genere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genitori che pretendono l'impossibile dai figli e che non si sforzano di capirli... putroppo di esempi del genere è pieno il mondo. E mi viene in mente una persona cara, cui non smetterò mai di voler bene.&lt;br /&gt;Piegato sotto il peso di genitori troppo presi dall'apparire ma che non hanno saputo riconoscere il suo "essere" ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/383888145936449750-7769091224771418836?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7769091224771418836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=7769091224771418836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7769091224771418836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7769091224771418836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-speranza-lultima-morire.html' title='La speranza è l&apos;ultima a morire'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-6474978242243977799</id><published>2008-11-20T10:55:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:35:56.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enrico fabris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speedskatin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oval lingotto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olimpiadi torino 2006'/><title type='text'>Oval ossia della miopia della pubblica amministrazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comune.torino.it/torinoplus/files/Image/olimpiadi/olimpiadi-17.jpg" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A febbraio 2006  l'Oval ha visto le imprese degli italiani del pattinaggio di velocità vincere 3 medaglie (2 ori e un bronzo) contro tutti i pronostici.&lt;/div&gt;Dopo un paio di gare e un po' di attenzione dei media, ora giace tutto chiuso e dimenticato. Almeno come stadio del ghiaccio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentre i nostri atleti sono costretti ad allenarsi fuori al freddo anche in inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse sarà solo un'utopia... però ieri sera stavo pensando ad una possibile soluzione al problema.&lt;br /&gt;Il presupposto è che l'Oval COSTA, come ogni struttura post - olimpica.&lt;br /&gt;Però analizzando solo quella voce, non si è mai andati molto lontano. E gli amministratori pubblici dovrebbero saperlo.&lt;br /&gt;Idea: perchè non fare in modo di far rendere questa struttura in qualche modo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il problema è che per gestire bene una struttura del genere servono conoscenze e passione che spesso mandancano in chi dovrebbe occuparsene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma torniamo a noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'elenco di alcuni fattori rilevanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) L'oval costa come manutenzione anche se viene tenuto chiuso&lt;br /&gt;2) affittarlo per vari eventi è una fonte di reddito&lt;br /&gt;3) la squadra italiana di pattinaggio di figura si allena fuori al freddo in una struttura decisamente non degna di atleti di quel livello&lt;br /&gt;4) Le squadre fanno la preparazione atletica estiva sul ghiaccio in germania dove però gli impianti sono pochi e quindi is è costretti a fare i turin sul ghiaccio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusione?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè non utilizzare affittarlo per gli allenamenti alle squadre di speedskating un paio di mesi... e nei restanti ospitare eventi di varia natura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E menter ci siamo tentare di riportare le gare in Italia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senza contare che gli atleti in città porterebbero anche un indotto... che sarà poco, ok, ma è pur sempre qualcosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E poi non mi vengano a dire che alla gente non importa molto.... la gente non si appassionerà MAI al pattinaggio di velocità se non può andare a vedere le gare ad un costo decente in Italia e in televisione in chiaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io sono costretta a seguire il cronometraggio sul sito della televisione olandese, la classifica aggiornata e i draw su un altro sito. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sul tema ho scritto sproloqui nell'altro blog... quindi oggi non mi va di aggiungere altro.&lt;br /&gt;So solo che se in qeusto momento mi chiedessero cosa potrebbe rendermi contenta ORA, direi avere gare di pattinaggio di velocità a Torino.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/383888145936449750-6474978242243977799?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6474978242243977799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=6474978242243977799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6474978242243977799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6474978242243977799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/oval-ossia-della-miopia-della-pubblica.html' title='Oval ossia della miopia della pubblica amministrazione'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-8370869157749613075</id><published>2008-11-19T15:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:56:53.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un momento di debolezza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Riguardo foto non mie, il sole filtra attraverso le tende in ufficio, i telefoni squillano, le cuffie diffondono nelle mie orecchie musica che forse non voglio ascoltare ... o forse sì.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E improvvisamente la vista si offusca. Le lacrime stanno quasi per scendere a tradimento su questo viso che non sa cosa pensare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E all'improvviso sento addosso il male di vivere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inutile cercare una spiegazione. Di razionali non ce ne sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'è solo la stanchezza di chi ha versato tante lacrime e ora vorrebbe solo stabilità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voglio ciò che non posso avere, è sempre così...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' solo che tutto sembra sempre così semplice e perfetto quando si tratta della vita altrui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma l'erba del vicino è sempre più verde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-8370869157749613075?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8370869157749613075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=8370869157749613075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/8370869157749613075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/8370869157749613075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/un-momento-di-debolezza.html' title='Un momento di debolezza...'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-2691534229867482339</id><published>2008-11-18T17:21:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:34:56.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cogito ergo sum</title><content type='html'>Molti mesi dopo, molte lacrime dopo e molte emozioni dopo rileggo questo post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://komy211983.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;partqs=amonth%3d11%26ayear%3d2006"&gt;http://komy211983.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;partqs=amonth%3d11%26ayear%3d2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mi chiedo cosa potrei sottoscrivere ora di quanto scritto all'epoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento sicuramente più equilibrata.&lt;br /&gt;La mia naturale tendenza a vivere per l'altra persona certo non è stata dimenticata, ma almeno mi sono resa conto dei danni che può fare.&lt;br /&gt;E dannazione, di quanto le esperienze passate influenzino soprattutto a livello inconscio il ns approccio con le persone. Soprattutto con quelle con cui instauriamo relazioni importanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il dubbio però permare... almeno per quanto mi riguarda.... quando ho qualcuno, la condizione di single fa meno paura. Sarà che quando uno ha le "spalle coperte" si sente in grado di affrontare il mondo intero. Che poi uno sia effettivamente in grado di farlo, beh, questa  è tutta un'altra storia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da un anno a questa parte devo dire che non c'è stato un giorno che fosse uno in cui non mi sia sentita con "un mix di pensieri in testa" ... proprio come diceva Chiaretta un anno prima di sposarsi. Ma ora ho imparato ad accettare il dubbio come compagno quotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;E non solo circa i miei sentimenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho dubbi su tante cose... ma avere dubbi vuol dire riflettere, vuol dire non accontentarsi di risposte banali e superficiali, vuol dire essere vivi. Un dubbio vale più di mille certezze che sono rassicuranti ma non ti portano da nessuna parte. Mentre i miei dubbi mi hanno portato ad esplorare territori ignoti fino a qualche tempo fa.... e nel percorso ho anche trovato le risposte ad alcuni interrogativi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nell'ultimo anno ho detto e fatto cose che non avrei mai immaginato prima. Letteralmente. E non c'è assolutamente nulla di cui mi penta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concludo questo post forse un po' sconclusionato con una frase di Antonello Venditti:&lt;br /&gt;Che fantastica storia è la vita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-2691534229867482339?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2691534229867482339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=2691534229867482339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2691534229867482339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2691534229867482339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/cogito-ergo-sum.html' title='cogito ergo sum'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-5300509673658064251</id><published>2008-11-17T15:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:10:52.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il paradiso all'improvviso</title><content type='html'>8.25 del 17 novembre 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Un mattina come le altre. Guido lungo la solita strada fra casa mia e l'ufficio.&lt;br /&gt;Autoradio acceso. Ancora un po' addormentata ma abbagliata dal sole canticchio "Always" sulla voce di Bon Jovi.  Mi volto ferma al semaforo e vedo quello spettacolo incredibile e ogni volta soprendente delle Alpi  con le cime innevate. Mi viene spontaneo pensare a te, a noi. Una sensazione di pace profonda e serenità pervade il mio animo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma davvvero il paradiso non è di questa terra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-5300509673658064251?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5300509673658064251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=5300509673658064251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5300509673658064251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5300509673658064251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/il-paradiso-allimprovviso.html' title='Il paradiso all&apos;improvviso'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-5761263742842172106</id><published>2008-06-24T11:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:39:45.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunicazione</title><content type='html'>A volte siamo troppo presi dai nostri schemi mentali da dimenticare che l'unico vero modo per conoscere gli altri è il dialogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Non esiste compresione senza dialogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrigidirsi su schemi mentali e presumere che gli altri seguano esattamente ciò che noi pensiamo sia il loro modo di agire non serve in nessun campo.&lt;br /&gt;Tantomeno in amore.&lt;br /&gt;Anzi, crea solo attriti ed imcomprensioni che fanno star male, che offuscano la realtà delle cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' strano, io che sono sempre stata una fan del "dialogo a tutti i costi" sono arrivata quasi a voler troncare temporaneamente i contatti.&lt;br /&gt;Per fortuna mi sono resa conto che non era la strada da seguire. Che già una volta avevo toccato con mano quanto fosse utile invece chiarirsi di persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo, skype e le chat sono utili (indispensabili in assenza di meglio...), ma un abbraccio dopo aver capito che entrambe le parti in gioco desiderano la stessa cosa è assolutamente impagabile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed ora il cielo è  dinuovo sereno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SGDAteUnduI/AAAAAAAAArM/bsllYn264Ns/s1600-h/22072007182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SGDAteUnduI/AAAAAAAAArM/bsllYn264Ns/s320/22072007182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215380255961216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-5761263742842172106?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5761263742842172106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=5761263742842172106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5761263742842172106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5761263742842172106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/06/comunicazione.html' title='Comunicazione'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SGDAteUnduI/AAAAAAAAArM/bsllYn264Ns/s72-c/22072007182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-7962305577604542205</id><published>2008-05-25T16:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:58:44.395+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sono arrabbiata con il mio cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francamente non è il mio interlocutore preferito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mio amore per un comportamento lucido e razionale è risaputo.&lt;br /&gt;Il problema è annoso, e il famoso proverbio "tra il dire e il fare c'è di mezzo il mare" calza veramente a pennello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi chiedo come mai le emozioni regnino sovrane mio malgrado, nel mio quotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;E mi trovo ad interrogarmi sui criteri con cui ho fatto certe scelte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre sostenuto il primato della ragione sul cuore. E tutt'ora lo sostengo.  A parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando si passa dalel paroleai fatti la musica cambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E allora mi trovo ancora una volta a dover combattere contro quella cheuna volta in piena crisi sentimentale ho definito  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inerzia del cuore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E cioè la difficoltà di tornare indietro una volta che si ama una persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In un momento di delirio (ma sarà stato veramente solo un momento di delirio?) mi sono chiesta se non amiamo solo perchè temiano la solitudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quindi in fondo amiano solo per colmare il vuoto e il bisogno di stima e affetto dentro di noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avevo giurato solennemente di tenere i piedi per terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peccato che avessi già la testa alla convivenza. Bel modo di tenere i piedi per terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' quasi una tautologia, lo so... però mi sto continuando a chiedere perchè sarebbe così doloroso ammettere che forse non siamo fatti l'uno per l'altro. Che forse questa relazione non ha futuro, ragionandoci razionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ma allora,  perchè i scopri legata a lui più di quanto potessi mai immaginare???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che rottura... quanto vorrei avere una bacchetta magica che risolva tutti i problemi... uff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SDl-eIT2lgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-3y5yvMi9xw/s1600-h/bacchetta_magica.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SDl-eIT2lgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-3y5yvMi9xw/s320/bacchetta_magica.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204329900495246850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-7962305577604542205?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7962305577604542205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=7962305577604542205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7962305577604542205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7962305577604542205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sono-arrabbiata-con-il-mio-cuore.html' title=''/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SDl-eIT2lgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-3y5yvMi9xw/s72-c/bacchetta_magica.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-7312542041185093892</id><published>2008-05-21T17:44:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:52:58.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished university.. but I still have to deal with exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SDREU_QWOoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/w9RfHmsYw20/s1600-h/laurea_confetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202858596887837314" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SDREU_QWOoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/w9RfHmsYw20/s320/laurea_confetti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ages since I last updated this blog. I know.&lt;br /&gt;And in this time quite a few things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can deduce from the picture.... A graduation is involved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, I defended my master thesis on Tuesday 8th april 2008 in Turin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very good memory about it, because I was so lucky to share that important moment with my family (who hd been supporting me during this 5 years lasting adventure, always having faith in me, especially when they couldn't understand my choices.), my supervisors (I will always be grateful to them for what I learnt and for the simple fact of having met them :) ) and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student time of my life was finished... let's see what's next ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-7312542041185093892?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7312542041185093892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=7312542041185093892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7312542041185093892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7312542041185093892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-finished-university-but-i-still-have.html' title='I finished university.. but I still have to deal with exam'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SDREU_QWOoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/w9RfHmsYw20/s72-c/laurea_confetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-5071391922921417260</id><published>2008-04-18T10:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:24:16.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SAhaX3LAlUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-z-mzKSwO8g/s1600-h/coccinella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SAhaX3LAlUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-z-mzKSwO8g/s320/coccinella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190497936538113346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;"&gt;&lt;span class="spnMessageText" id="msg"&gt; ci sono sere che ti rendi conto di quanto sei emotiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che vorresti essere capace di essere davvero in sintonia con le persone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che vivi le ferite degli altri come fossero tue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che non riesci a sopportare una lacrima su un viso amico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che al di là della lingua e delle distanze sei vicina ad una persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che rifletti sul futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che a volte la vita può far male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che però il sole sorge sempre ad est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono sere che anche nei momenti più duri e bui dove ogni speranza sembra persa, non bisogna mai perdere la fiducia in un futuro migliore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-5071391922921417260?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5071391922921417260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=5071391922921417260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5071391922921417260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5071391922921417260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/04/ci-sono-sere-che-ti-rendi-conto-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SAhaX3LAlUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-z-mzKSwO8g/s72-c/coccinella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-3843980591493879078</id><published>2008-03-31T13:52:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:23:58.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberto saviano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Komal became a fan of Roberto Saviano</title><content type='html'>Sono andata avanti settimane a dire peste corna di Facebook. Ora però ho un valido motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Posso suggerire di creare una pagina di Saviano, così posso diventare una fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nell'attesa il suo sito: &lt;a href="http://www.robertosaviano.com/"&gt;http://www.robertosaviano.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-3843980591493879078?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3843980591493879078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3843980591493879078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3843980591493879078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3843980591493879078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/komal-became-fan-of-roberto-saviano.html' title='Komal became a fan of Roberto Saviano'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-2591241142225090561</id><published>2008-03-31T12:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:29:14.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Concediamoci un momento zuccheroso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sitecenter.dk/schlyter/nss-folder/diddl/si_UEw400_diddl_diddlina6V1X.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sitecenter.dk/schlyter/nss-folder/diddl/si_UEw400_diddl_diddlina6V1X.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up feeling I should let you know something: do you have any idea how  wonderful and special it is to have your care and love?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-2591241142225090561?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2591241142225090561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=2591241142225090561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2591241142225090561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2591241142225090561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/concediamoci-un-momento-zuccheroso.html' title='Concediamoci un momento zuccheroso...'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-6666864590031209749</id><published>2008-03-14T13:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:03:53.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Folgorazione</title><content type='html'>Ci sono alcune cose che ci colpiscono come una folgore, ed è esattamente quello che mi è appena successo guardando il wallpaper del mio compagno di ufficio.&lt;br /&gt;Quel disegno così particolare di Londra mi affascina, così in un momento di relax ho chiesto spiegazioni a chi l'aveva scelto come sfondo del proprio PC.&lt;br /&gt;Ne è venuta fuori una storia meravigliosa, ancora una volta capace di stupirmi delle capacità dell'uomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R9p2nJsgxTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2wftbuu9HEs/s1600-h/stephen_wiltshire_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R9p2nJsgxTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2wftbuu9HEs/s400/stephen_wiltshire_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177581136605398322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'autore di questa opera è tale &lt;a href="http://www.stephenwiltshire.co.uk/"&gt;Stephen Wiltshire&lt;/a&gt;, ragazzo inglese affetto da autismo che è in grado di disegnare con precisione una città pur avendola vista una sola volta.&lt;br /&gt;E' assolutamente incredibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date un occhiata quà...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVqRT_kCOLI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVqRT_kCOLI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/383888145936449750-6666864590031209749?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6666864590031209749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=6666864590031209749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6666864590031209749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6666864590031209749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/folgorazione.html' title='Folgorazione'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R9p2nJsgxTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2wftbuu9HEs/s72-c/stephen_wiltshire_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-7518404913444971885</id><published>2008-03-12T14:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:34:27.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we just need somebodyelse's analysis of our life to be aware of how lucky we are, to make us open our eyes and realize how many wonderful things and people we have in our lifes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-7518404913444971885?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7518404913444971885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=7518404913444971885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7518404913444971885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/7518404913444971885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/wisdom.html' title='wisdom'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-924412870902250960</id><published>2008-03-06T13:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:00:17.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Enrico</title><content type='html'>Enrico Fabris won the silver medal on 5000 m speed skating single distances world championship this morning (CET ) in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanx to &lt;a href="http://caat4president.web-log.nl/"&gt;Caatje&lt;/a&gt; for this video of the ceremony, from NOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.nos.nl/nos/media/flash/nos_video_embed.swf?tcmid=tcm:5-357589"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.nos.nl/nos/media/flash/nos_video_embed.swf?tcmid=tcm:5-357589" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="270" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: italian tv will broadcast the races ina  few hours...&lt;br /&gt;... Is there something better than seeing Enrico on his clap - skates????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-924412870902250960?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/924412870902250960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=924412870902250960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/924412870902250960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/924412870902250960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-enrico.html' title='I love Enrico'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-5702273178705192892</id><published>2008-03-05T09:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:45:49.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma rai...</title><content type='html'>Pretendere che la RAI trasmetta i mondiali di pattinaggio di velocità su distanza singola forse è chiedere troppo (ma d'altra parte, come non ricordare che non hanno nemmeno trasmesso in diretta i giochi paralimpici che, per di più, si svolgevano in Italia...) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi non ci resta che confidare nell'organizzatissimo sito della televisione olandese, la NOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schaatsen.nos.nl/live"&gt;http://schaatsen.nos.nl/live &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...mooolto più organizzato del sito dell'ISU, che se fosse gestito da tartarughe, triplicherebbero la velocità di aggiornamento dei risultati "live"...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e alzarsi alle 6 del mattino per essere lì, pronti, con il cuore in gola a tifare i nostri atleti impegnati dall'altra parte del mondo (Nagano, Giappone), ancora una volta a fare il possibile e l'impossibile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-5702273178705192892?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5702273178705192892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=5702273178705192892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5702273178705192892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/5702273178705192892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/mamma-rai.html' title='Mamma rai...'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-2348994570505845066</id><published>2008-03-03T17:35:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:45:24.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.svenkramer.nl/media/photo_album/album_7/album_1/wk_allround_2008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.svenkramer.nl/media/photo_album/album_7/album_1/wk_allround_2008_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netherland's speed skating team: aren't they scaring??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(photo from www.svenkramer.nl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/383888145936449750-2348994570505845066?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2348994570505845066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=2348994570505845066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2348994570505845066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/2348994570505845066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/netherlands-speed-skating-team-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-3465422156168719925</id><published>2008-03-03T11:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:09:19.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perchè Sanremo è Sanremo?</title><content type='html'>Sarò brevissima: un paio di giorni fa ho sentito un'intervista ad Uto Ughi sulla salute della musica in Italia, soprattutto a livello di insegnamento e occupazione (quindi conservatori e orchestre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una volta c'erano tantissime orchestre di prestigio, ora ne abbiamo solo più una, quella della RAI.&lt;br /&gt;Motivo di tale  ridimensionamento? Qualche dirigente ha risposto che mantenere un'orchestra costa.&lt;br /&gt;Sì, il mantenimento di un'orchestra per un anno costa... come 2 (e dico 2) serate di Sanremo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voi ogni commento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: vagabondando per la rete ho trovato il sito di un'&lt;a href="http://www.gemueseorchester.org/"&gt;orchestra viennese&lt;/a&gt; che suona ortaggi adeguatamente lavorati. Geniale!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-3465422156168719925?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3465422156168719925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3465422156168719925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3465422156168719925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3465422156168719925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/perch-sanremo-sanremo.html' title='Perchè Sanremo è Sanremo?'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-3018828401259217525</id><published>2008-03-02T13:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:26:29.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and... vegetables!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8qkAQqrfkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/osAwQ_tKEr8/s1600-h/romanescu01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8qkAQqrfkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/osAwQ_tKEr8/s320/romanescu01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173127446369369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention was captured by this image for two good reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it is a fractal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) this vegetable can be used (just as many others) to make music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, check this link: &lt;a href="http://www.vegetableorchestra.org"&gt;www.vegetableorchestra.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this cerative idea about music and vegetables... I remember once I was having luch with some friends and as a joke we started "playing music" using  bead on the cheese  grater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-3018828401259217525?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3018828401259217525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=3018828401259217525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3018828401259217525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/3018828401259217525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-and-vegetables.html' title='Music and... vegetables!!!'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8qkAQqrfkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/osAwQ_tKEr8/s72-c/romanescu01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-8550714889961017905</id><published>2008-03-01T22:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:28:42.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange life of  a PhD student...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8nIzwqrfjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/e-wiVXjwo8E/s1600-h/copj13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8nIzwqrfjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/e-wiVXjwo8E/s320/copj13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172886438574521906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's best seller among the italian novelist is a guy I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paolo_Giordano_%28scrittore%29"&gt;Paolo Giordano&lt;/a&gt;. I know him because he has a PhD position in theoretical Physics on Turin, and I'm studying in the same University... [I think once I askes him some notes of some lessons I missed... :-) ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that  (I think) he didn't meant to be a writer... it just happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was really surprised by the fact that he had his book, &lt;a href="http://www.librimondadori.it/web/mondadori/scheda-libro?isbn=978880457702&amp;amp;autoreUUID=dfee1c6c-d8bb-11dc-99dd-df1bad98fe65"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La solitudine dei numeri primi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, published by a very important italian editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have an idea of what kind of book it is... you can find the first chapter &lt;a href="http://www.librimondadori.it/web/mondadori/scheda-libro?isbn=978880457702&amp;amp;autoreUUID=dfee1c6c-d8bb-11dc-99dd-df1bad98fe65"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Good reading!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-8550714889961017905?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8550714889961017905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=8550714889961017905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/8550714889961017905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/8550714889961017905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-life-of-phd-student.html' title='Strange life of  a PhD student...'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8nIzwqrfjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/e-wiVXjwo8E/s72-c/copj13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-8276386714628902628</id><published>2008-03-01T21:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:17:40.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D Factor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8nGhgqrfiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wk2dp5p2Z3w/s1600-h/DeniseKarbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8nGhgqrfiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wk2dp5p2Z3w/s400/DeniseKarbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172883926018653730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet smile, strong character. Just what I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise, 27 years old, at least 8 injuries and an incredible will, won today the World Cup in Giant Slalom of ski...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT!!!&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/383888145936449750-8276386714628902628?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8276386714628902628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=8276386714628902628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/8276386714628902628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/8276386714628902628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-factor.html' title='D Factor....'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R8nGhgqrfiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wk2dp5p2Z3w/s72-c/DeniseKarbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-386028044585702284</id><published>2008-02-19T15:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:53:20.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La vita è un insieme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;di luoghi e di persone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;che scrivono il tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il nostro tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noi cresciamo e maturiamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;collezionando queste  esperienze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sono queste che poi vanno a  definirci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alcune sono più importanti di  altre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perchè formano il nostro  carattere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ci insegnano la differenza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tra ciò che è giusto e ciò che è  sbagliato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la differenza tra il bene e il  male,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cosa essere e cosa non  essere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ci insegnano chi vogliamo  diventare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In tutto questo, alcune persone, alcune  cose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;si legano a noi in modo spontaneo,  inestricabile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ci sostengono nell'esprimerci e nel  realizzarci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ci legittimano, nell'essere autentici e  veri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e se significano veramente  qualcosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ispirano il modo in cui il mondo cambia e si  evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E allora appartengono a tutti noi, e a  nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seJmEb0fcBA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seJmEb0fcBA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-386028044585702284?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/386028044585702284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=386028044585702284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/386028044585702284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/386028044585702284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-vita-un-insieme-di-luoghi-e-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-6461302151234526353</id><published>2008-02-15T13:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:35:55.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>notifica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Giusto per la cronaca, il desiderio di cui parlavo nello scorso post si è avverato (avevo fondati motivi per essere ottimista, ma non si sa mai...! Come dice il Trap: "Non dire gatto se non ce l'hai nel sacco!")...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. e quindi ieri mattina mi è arrivata una telefonata sul cellulare per comuncarmi una consegna di fiori. Per praticità li ho fatti consegnare a casa mia quà... però subito dopo pranzo non ho resistito alla curisità e sono corsa a vederli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Un fantastico bouquet di fiori rosso passione con un cuore al centro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sinceramente non mi aspettavo tanta romanticheria e un boy che, seppure a distanza, mi è sembrato dolcissimo e molto "coccoloso"... mi ha stupito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grazie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-6461302151234526353?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6461302151234526353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=6461302151234526353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6461302151234526353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/6461302151234526353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/notifica.html' title='notifica'/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383888145936449750.post-626168885085817888</id><published>2008-02-13T16:19:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:40:41.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san valentino'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R7MOS7laYOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tBTwSl3PNyg/s1600-h/cuore01g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R7MOS7laYOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tBTwSl3PNyg/s320/cuore01g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166488915919134946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quest'anno San Valentino mi è capitato veramente tra capo e collo... anzi, a dire il vero ho realizzato la cosa solo ieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sì, lo so, ultimamente sono un po' stordita da mille impegni, pensieri, scadenze e cose da fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma soprattutto da una persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Molti mi "accusano" di essere molto fredda e molto superficiale quando parlo di noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Può anche darsi che sia così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sta di fatto che non era nei miei piani tornare ancora una volta a chiudere gli occhi e richiamare nella mia mente la dolcezza di un abbraccio... svegliarsi al mattino teneramente abbracciati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caspita, sto diventando un po' melensa, ma forse è la vicinanza di S. Valentino che mi rende così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sta di fatto che siamo lontani, con mille pensieri per la testa, con mille cose di cui vorrei discutere con lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma anche con mille dubbi in testa. Cui però non so e non voglio dare una risposta subito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La parola d'ordine che mi sono imposta è stata "take it easy"... vediamo giorno per giorno cosa succede e come va. Senza programmi nè aspettative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Però sono una donna, e come mi faceva notare un amico un po' di mesi fa, le donne non possono fare a meno di fare progetti per il futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E infatti devo confessare di pensare sempre più spesso ad un futuro a due. Con i caveat, però, di non appiattire le proprie aspirazioni, i propri sogni e desideri sui desideri, aspirazioni e sogni altrui. Memore della passata esperienza con Marco, mi sento come se stessi vivendo su un doppio binario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Da un lato c'è la dolcezza e l'intensità del nostro legame. Dall'altra però la consapevolezza del fatto che la mia vita non può e non deve finire con lui. Che io considero come una "scialuppa di salvataggio" se la nostra storia dovesse naufragare... e non vorrei esserne una vittima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, sinceramente non vedo l'ora di concedermi qualche giorni insieme in terra elvetica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E al momento ho anche un altro desiderio. Ma i desideri sono tali se non vengono rivelati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Al massimo ve ne riparlerò un altra volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/383888145936449750-626168885085817888?l=indianfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/626168885085817888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=383888145936449750&amp;postID=626168885085817888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/626168885085817888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/383888145936449750/posts/default/626168885085817888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/questanno-san-valentino-mi-capitato.html' title=''/><author><name>Indian Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14577875136717928792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/SaZX7ZCeJsI/AAAAAAAABig/KlTtowM2Zkg/s1600-R/2189_4516735325284091358_5025_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T944k-z-LKw/R7MOS7laYOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tBTwSl3PNyg/s72-c/cuore01g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
