<?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-6392458019814748195</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:24:50.037+02:00</updated><category term='animali esotici'/><category term='musica'/><category term='generalità conigli'/><category term='racconto breve'/><category term='Cibreo'/><category term='Fumetti'/><category term='rock'/><category term='Chef'/><category term='università'/><category term='Salinas'/><category term='gabbia'/><category term='dati fisiologici'/><category term='accessori'/><category term='volontariato'/><category term='conigli nani'/><category term='nutrimento'/><category term='lettura inediti'/><category term='Croce Vera'/><category term='alimentazione'/><category term='scrittura'/><category term='si può fare'/><category term='Dago'/><category term='introduzione'/><category term='convivenza'/><category term='conigli'/><category term='acquisto'/><category term='Eat Parade'/><category term='Costantino'/><category term='crediti universitari'/><category term='Wood'/><category term='adozione'/><category term='Fumetto'/><category term='film'/><category term='fan Syrah'/><category term='Sant&apos;Elena'/><category term='coniglio nano'/><category term='Giulio Manfredonia'/><category term='cure'/><category term='Syrah'/><category term='mangiare bene'/><category term='coniglio'/><category term='Fabio Picchi'/><category term='Claudio Bisio'/><title type='text'>Sulla strada per l'isola che non c'è...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-51013491871207333</id><published>2010-04-25T20:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:03:02.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I fiori di Loto</title><summary type='text'>È complicato, è frustrante, è irritante... creare l'Ordine dal Caos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/51013491871207333/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fiori-di-loto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/51013491871207333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/51013491871207333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fiori-di-loto.html' title='I fiori di Loto'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7735793215602305229</id><published>2010-04-25T20:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:41:07.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C'è una cosa che dovremmo dire più spesso. Ovvero...VAFFANCULO!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7735793215602305229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/04/ce-una-cosa-che-dovremmo-dire-piu.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7735793215602305229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7735793215602305229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/04/ce-una-cosa-che-dovremmo-dire-piu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-397125961642010360</id><published>2010-02-17T15:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:31:59.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haemoglobin...</title><summary type='text'>I was hanging from a treeUnaccustomed to such violenceJesus looking down on meI'm prepared for one big silenceHow'd I ever end up hereMust be through some lack of kindnessAnd it seemed to dawn on meHaemoglobin is the key Haemoglobin is the keyTo a healthy heart beatHaemoglobin is the keyTo a healthy heart beatAt the time they cut me freeI was brimming with defianceDoctors looking down on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/397125961642010360/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/02/haemoglobin.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/397125961642010360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/397125961642010360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/02/haemoglobin.html' title='Haemoglobin...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5990119198330953983</id><published>2010-01-01T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:56:15.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...en mardröm av vemod...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5990119198330953983/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/01/en-mardrom-av-vemod.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5990119198330953983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5990119198330953983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2010/01/en-mardrom-av-vemod.html' title='...en mardröm av vemod...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7787702866957932077</id><published>2009-12-31T12:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:37:06.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2009あなたは神に嫌でした</title><summary type='text'>Son due mesi che non scrivo su questo Blog...La motivazione è semplice: sono caduta nel vortice di Feisbuc!Pace.Adesso, sono qui, di fronte al mio sfavillante PC e scrivo.È l'ultimo dell'anno. Ancora dopo 21 anni, mi domando che cazzo festeggiamo a fare... Infatti non c'è molto da festeggiare, ad onor del vero: il periodo delle festività è depressivo, e anche quest'anno non ha fallito nel suo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7787702866957932077/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html#comment-form' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7787702866957932077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7787702866957932077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009あなたは神に嫌でした'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-512335907857075434</id><published>2009-11-02T19:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:10:03.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribadisco...</title><summary type='text'>I lunedi fanno caà! Ma ormai ci sono e vanno presi...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/512335907857075434/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/11/ribadisco.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/512335907857075434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/512335907857075434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/11/ribadisco.html' title='Ribadisco...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5396241880769035476</id><published>2009-11-02T19:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:08:43.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sapevi che una zingara mi ha predetto che quando morirò io, anche tutti quelli che mi stanno intorno moriranno?"Corto MalteseRasputin: "Un giorno ti ucciderò, Corto!"Corto: "E io ti ucciderò di sera!"tratto da "...e riparleremo dei Gentiluomini di Fortuna" di Hugo Pratt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5396241880769035476/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/11/sapevi-che-una-zingara-mi-ha-predetto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5396241880769035476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5396241880769035476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/11/sapevi-che-una-zingara-mi-ha-predetto.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Su8fTB2caDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2YIH3-7trCE/s72-c/corto_profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5432942295870465777</id><published>2009-11-01T11:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:39:24.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il modo migliore di pensare ai morti è pensare ai vivi.Sandro Pertini</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5432942295870465777/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-modo-migliore-di-pensare-ai-morti-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5432942295870465777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5432942295870465777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-modo-migliore-di-pensare-ai-morti-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Su1lIPBjVBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2jYIJMC6thE/s72-c/Pertini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2263264980666699790</id><published>2009-10-29T15:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:55:08.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellerrimo.</title><summary type='text'>La seconda parte di un episodio MI-TI-CO! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2263264980666699790/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/bellerrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2263264980666699790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2263264980666699790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/bellerrimo.html' title='Bellerrimo.'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3590640957163876607</id><published>2009-10-28T07:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:36:52.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dannazione!</title><summary type='text'>A Siena dovrebbero girare con i cavalli, mica con le macchine!!! E se gli si riempe la città di merda, pazienza, tanto con tutte quelle fontane, lavano alla svelta!Allora.Son dovuta andare a Siena per sbrigare delle pratiche (la burocrazia è un'assassina!), e sono andata in macchina.Prima domanda: che cazzo ci fa tutta quella gente a giro sulla FI-SI alle 9:30 di mattina??? A lavoro, faceva </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3590640957163876607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/siena-dovrebbero-girare-con-i-cavalli.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3590640957163876607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3590640957163876607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/siena-dovrebbero-girare-con-i-cavalli.html' title='Dannazione!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1692149817079034493</id><published>2009-10-25T12:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:28:06.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai bere fra un bicchiere e l'altro.</title><summary type='text'>Che week end...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1692149817079034493/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/mai-bere-fra-un-bicchiere-e-laltro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1692149817079034493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1692149817079034493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/mai-bere-fra-un-bicchiere-e-laltro.html' title='Mai bere fra un bicchiere e l&apos;altro.'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8454843033396168025</id><published>2009-10-22T20:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:50:57.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se c'è qualcosa di ancor più raccapricciante del destino, è l'uomo che lo sopporta senza alzare un dito.Thomas Mann... Allora vediamo di darci da fare e di rompere un po' di culi! &gt;_&lt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8454843033396168025/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-ce-qualcosa-di-ancor-piu.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8454843033396168025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8454843033396168025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-ce-qualcosa-di-ancor-piu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8984167017445739341</id><published>2009-10-22T16:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:47:17.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regola delle dodici P</title><summary type='text'>Prima Pensa Poi Parla Perché Parole Poco Pensate Possono Produrre Parecchie Puttanate...Aggiungerei anche Pirla... ma insomma 13 porta male/bene (boh!), sicché un s'usa!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8984167017445739341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/regola-delle-dodici-p.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8984167017445739341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8984167017445739341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/regola-delle-dodici-p.html' title='Regola delle dodici P'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-687212701024939808</id><published>2009-10-19T15:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:26:21.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...I was just guessing at numbers and figures, Pulling your puzzles apart. Questions of science, science and progress, Do not speak as loud as my heart..."Coldplay - The scientist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/687212701024939808/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/687212701024939808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/687212701024939808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3888415202544325091</id><published>2009-10-16T20:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:15:09.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Skin</title><summary type='text'>    "La musica è un quietivo della volontà; non redime per sempre dalla vita, ma solo per brevi istanti, e non è ancor una via a uscir dalla vita, ma solo a volte un conforto nella vita stessa."Arthur Schopenhauer Grazie, per avermi accompagnato, all'Irene e a Jacopo, che mi ha anche comprato il cioccolato.Grazie alla Clara, alla Checca, alla Licia che hanno ascoltato pazientemente le mie seghe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3888415202544325091/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-skin_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3888415202544325091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3888415202544325091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-skin_16.html' title='Over the Skin'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2783448263214325841</id><published>2009-10-15T15:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:41:56.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>K - free</title><summary type='text'>"Non state in pena per il domani: sarà il domani a provvedere a se stesso. A ciascun giorno basta il proprio affanno."dal vangelo secondo MatteoPeriodo da... "Meraviglioso"! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2783448263214325841/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/k-free.html#comment-form' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2783448263214325841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2783448263214325841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/k-free.html' title='K - free'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5321687227200503451</id><published>2009-10-13T20:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:22:26.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Un corpo immerso in acqua si lava; un corpo nel cemento sapeva troppo; un corpo immerso in un altro si diverte; e un corpo immerso in molti corpi è orgia!"Maurizio Crozza - Fenomeni</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5321687227200503451/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-corpo-immerso-in-acqua-si-lava-un.html#comment-form' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5321687227200503451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5321687227200503451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-corpo-immerso-in-acqua-si-lava-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1882780576053026011</id><published>2009-10-13T19:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:54:05.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Contento, felicemi sento come un principe,che ignora la meta:destinazione magica...Ritorno bambinoche adesso ama correreconosceretutto ciò che mi faccia sorridere..."Syrah - Sorridere</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1882780576053026011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/contento-felice-mi-sento-come-un.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1882780576053026011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1882780576053026011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/contento-felice-mi-sento-come-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2548604387723055249</id><published>2009-10-12T22:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:38:44.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E l'oracolo parlò...</title><summary type='text'>" [...] stiamo parlando di un uomo, ciccia!, e quel pisello, se resta in funzione, li trasforma in delle bestie mitologiche: metà uomini e metà bastardi!"Che verità profonde, su MSN, alle 22:31 di lunedì... *_*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2548604387723055249/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-loracolo-parlo.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2548604387723055249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2548604387723055249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-loracolo-parlo.html' title='E l&apos;oracolo parlò...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-281620016841918618</id><published>2009-10-12T16:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:03:22.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunedì... caà!</title><summary type='text'>Sono sempre più convinta che il lunedì andrebbe abolito, come giorno della settimana. Non ne va mai una come deve andare... ci mancava altro che il tempo!Ma confido in martedì!! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/281620016841918618/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunedi-caa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/281620016841918618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/281620016841918618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunedi-caa.html' title='Lunedì... caà!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3796501073970598565</id><published>2009-10-11T18:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:31:36.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crozza ti amo!</title><summary type='text'>Ragazzi, se vi capita uno spettacolo di Crozza a portata, andate a vederlo!! È geniale. Non è solo divertente e di un umorismo decisamente intelligente - ovviamente sempre estremamente ironico -, ma è anche bravissimo. Cioè io non credevo che fosse così bravo... Riesce a fare delle imitazioni davvero veritiere!Sono estasiata! *_*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3796501073970598565/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/crozza-ti-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3796501073970598565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3796501073970598565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/crozza-ti-amo.html' title='Crozza ti amo!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1664396941830366661</id><published>2009-10-11T18:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:31:33.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ma chi t'ammazza a te?!?!" cit. Irene</title><summary type='text'>"Alcuni di noi hanno sempre vissuto sul baratro, Daniel.Si può sopravvivere se osservi le regole:ti reggi con le unghie...e non guardi mai in basso."Rorschach - Watchmen, capitolo X</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1664396941830366661/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/ma-chi-tammazza-te-cit-irene.html#comment-form' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1664396941830366661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1664396941830366661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/ma-chi-tammazza-te-cit-irene.html' title='&quot;Ma chi t&apos;ammazza a te?!?!&quot; cit. Irene'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4545552131977152380</id><published>2009-10-11T14:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:24:09.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gongolo...</title><summary type='text'>Inteso come voce del verbo "gongolare" e non come nano dei sette nani (vedi foto)...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4545552131977152380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/gongolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4545552131977152380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4545552131977152380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/gongolo.html' title='Gongolo...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhl-SMfmDFI/SCSQyPc0SFI/AAAAAAAABRk/RlgMQl9cBNE/s72-c/Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1282464654455844974</id><published>2009-10-10T10:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:28:19.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Il pianeta è dentro te:sei l'oriente e l'occidentein un fondo di caffè..."Negrita - Soy Taranta(purtroppo non c'è un video decente di questa canzone)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1282464654455844974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/il-pianeta-e-dentro-te-sei-loriente-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1282464654455844974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1282464654455844974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/il-pianeta-e-dentro-te-sei-loriente-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3958416606707557631</id><published>2009-10-08T19:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:56:15.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"...rilassata canta una canzone dei Syrah..."</title><summary type='text'>Che giornatina... :)"Idealmente posso fare i' che voglio!" Prof. Cecchi"...si può anche dire in parole... così... spicce ...l'anatomia polè anche essè una materia pallosa!" Prof. Pacini (per non parlare del disegnino dell'omino *_* )Ore di Fisiologia: grazie alla Claudia per la foto, e a Lorenzo per il disegno sul mio braccio :P"... se Donato vuole passeggiare sulla merda, lo può fare..." mia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3958416606707557631/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/rilassata-canta-una-canzone-dei-syrah.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3958416606707557631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3958416606707557631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/rilassata-canta-una-canzone-dei-syrah.html' title='&quot;...rilassata canta una canzone dei Syrah...&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Ss45jpqhp8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/WNPGoFoQj84/s72-c/08102009567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3458061604806559951</id><published>2009-10-06T21:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:24:29.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La bellezza secondo Benigni</title><summary type='text'>Non commento. Questo film è bellissimo e questo spezzone mi è tornato in mente in questi giorni. Poi è stato soffocato dallo studio delle arterie, ma stasera dopo l'allenamento, a mente vuota, m'è ritornato in mente.Che spettacolo :)"E se una parola non vi da retta... non usatela più per 8 anni!, così impara!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3458061604806559951/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-bellezza-secondo-benigni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3458061604806559951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3458061604806559951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-bellezza-secondo-benigni.html' title='La bellezza secondo Benigni'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3298312651007338474</id><published>2009-10-05T20:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:31:24.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E i' lunedì continua a fa' a caà...</title><summary type='text'>Vero Giulia?! Il lunedì andrebbe abolito...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3298312651007338474/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-il-luned-continua-f-ca.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3298312651007338474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3298312651007338474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-il-luned-continua-f-ca.html' title='E i&apos; lunedì continua a fa&apos; a caà...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SstGkytV8KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mr-T1hWf6TE/s72-c/scimmia+odia+luned%C3%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-6726788222292174745</id><published>2009-10-03T19:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:51:27.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed ecco il cinque...</title><summary type='text'>Visto?! Bastava solo aspettare un po'...Oggi ho fatto la strada per Poggibonsi tutta in folle, perché ero in riserva, ma siccome ero in ritardo non avevo il tempo di fermarmi a mettere benzina...Solo io -.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/6726788222292174745/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/ed-ecco-il-cinque.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6726788222292174745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6726788222292174745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/ed-ecco-il-cinque.html' title='Ed ecco il cinque...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1666154109706983998</id><published>2009-10-03T16:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:19:01.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Della serie: se son rose fioriranno...</title><summary type='text'>"Le cose hanno una forma nel tempo e non soltanto nello spazio. Alcuni blocchi di marmo hanno delle statue al loro interno nascoste nel loro futuro."Dr ManhattanLook at earth from outer space Everyone must find the place Give me time and give me space Give me real, don't give me fake  Give me strength, reserve control Give me heart and give me soul Give me love give us a kiss And tell me your own</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1666154109706983998/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/della-serie-se-son-rose-fioriranno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1666154109706983998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1666154109706983998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/della-serie-se-son-rose-fioriranno.html' title='Della serie: se son rose fioriranno...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5160446565325944482</id><published>2009-10-03T15:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:01:56.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oioia che robe!</title><summary type='text'>Cose assurde che capitano altro che a me.Uscire da un parcheggio, cantando a squarcia gola i Syrah, e nel farlo, passare davanti al cantante dei Syrah, che sta scendendo dalla sua auto, appena parcheggiata lì vicino.Vedere che il tuo capo gruppo della Protezione Civile mette come profilo Feisbuc la foto che gli hai fatto te nell'ultimo turno a L'Aquila.Essere a fine turno e ritrovarsi a uscire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5160446565325944482/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/oioia-che-robe.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5160446565325944482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5160446565325944482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/10/oioia-che-robe.html' title='Oioia che robe!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5619586480480536619</id><published>2009-09-29T21:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:16:46.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who watches the watchmen?</title><summary type='text'>"Sono su Marte. In un luogo senza orologi, senza stagioni, senza clessidre dove intrappolare la sabbia rosa. Sotto di me, nella sabbia, si nasconde la forma segreta della mia creazione, sepolta nel futuro della sabbia. Mi levo nell'aria rarefatta. Sono pronto a iniziare. Un mondo cresce intorno a me. Gli sto dando forma io o i suoi contorni prestabiliti guidano la mia mano? Nel 1945 le bombe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5619586480480536619/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-watch-watchmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5619586480480536619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5619586480480536619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-watch-watchmen.html' title='Who watches the watchmen?'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SsNmiRrlVfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gUQcDmJvqVY/s72-c/watchmen-dr-manhattan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-9048987473344670620</id><published>2009-09-28T22:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:11:56.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Di solito i' lunedì fa caà.</title><summary type='text'>Fa caà si... son belle azzoppata! Mi sono sputtanata il quadricipite per quel maledetto 14 di merda... Maremma troia!L'ho sempre detto che era un pessimo autobus... -.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/9048987473344670620/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/di-solito-i-lunedi-fa-caa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/9048987473344670620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/9048987473344670620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/di-solito-i-lunedi-fa-caa.html' title='Di solito i&apos; lunedì fa caà.'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1357865691590671829</id><published>2009-09-24T18:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:38:28.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHE SCOSSA!!!4.1!!Maremma troia, qui trema come me prima dell'esame di Istologia... o come l'anello vibratore della Durex finchè durano le batterie (!)! Smetterà mai???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1357865691590671829/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/che-scossa-4.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1357865691590671829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1357865691590671829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/che-scossa-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-6632495602633134728</id><published>2009-09-24T12:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:05:55.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensieri in testa:</title><summary type='text'>Maremma maiala... L'umido si taglia a fette! "Mi so' imbarcao 'ome un'ulioooo"(cit. Boss)Il Transit me lo rubo io quando chiude il campo!!! Eheh :D"Ma esiste ancora il capo campo?" Ahahah :) ma soprattutto: "Francamente anche io" *.*Cazzo! Il camper è IN MOTO!!!! O_oMa a L'Aquila, voi del'91, siete OGM?!?! Vu paree dell'85!"Soddisfazione sta nel realizzare qualcosa che diventi un vizio incurabile</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/6632495602633134728/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensieri-in-testa.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6632495602633134728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6632495602633134728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensieri-in-testa.html' title='Pensieri in testa:'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7452500683894122200</id><published>2009-09-22T17:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:56:52.924+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syrah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan Syrah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Syrah</title><summary type='text'>Allora, visto che ho preso una fittonata e li cito di continuo, è giusto presentare i Syrah... Innanzitutto, una bella foto:(in senso caudo-craniale (O_o): Niccolo, chitarrista; Jacopo (quello del gelato), chitarrista; Alessandro, cantante; Daniele, batterista (quel figo :) del post di prima); Giacomo, bassista)Allora, i Syrah sono un gruppo di ragazzi della mia zona. Da noi riscuotono un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7452500683894122200/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/syrah.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7452500683894122200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7452500683894122200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/syrah.html' title='Syrah'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Srjx02KaSBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WVobjNAQGMA/s72-c/Syrah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1990919522344928870</id><published>2009-09-21T10:54:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:10:54.722+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diffida...</title><summary type='text'>Diffidate da chi ti dice che ha paura di perderti, perché prima o poi ci si ritrova... e può essere un "per fortuna!" oppure un "purtroppo..."Diffida da chi ti dice che si comporta in un certo modo perché è meglio per te, perché nessuno tranne te, sa cos'è meglio per te.Diffida da chi usa troppo spesso le parole "sempre", "sicuramente", "mai", "tutto", "niente", perché vuol dire che non ha capito</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1990919522344928870/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/diffida.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1990919522344928870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1990919522344928870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/diffida.html' title='Diffida...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-6425662750327765919</id><published>2009-09-21T09:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:18:31.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma andate tutti a Vico... a i' Campo Santo, come fa Mirko!!!</title><summary type='text'>Ahahahahahahahah.... :D che cazzate con Mirko e la Wilma...Che giornata indescrivibile! Grazie a tutti... È stata un'esperienza unica.Pagherei per questa vibra buona,per averla sempre quando uno suona,porto dentro quei sorrisi, le parole, gli sguardi, i visi.E qualcuno ancora si stupisce del fuoco sacro che ci unisce,scosse forti dell’anima che nessuno scorderò più!E questo il Bardo lo sa, lui </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/6425662750327765919/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-andate-tutti-vico-i-campo-santo-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6425662750327765919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6425662750327765919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-andate-tutti-vico-i-campo-santo-come.html' title='Ma andate tutti a Vico... a i&apos; Campo Santo, come fa Mirko!!!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SrjqGZ0KXdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xJSmUjDOFcI/s72-c/7829_1231027022756_1441542739_30680308_326261_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-6901757413108003652</id><published>2009-09-19T10:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:44:33.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Syrah-mania :)</title><summary type='text'>Ti sei mai chiesto come mai,in questo mondo di cornice,per essere perfetto, sai,non c'è bisogno di vernice...Forse la mia mente dolcemente se ne va...Forse tanta gente soffre il freddo, ma no sache in questa tenda un po' bagnata, c'è presenza di calore:emozione...Torta senza candeline:compleanno di colore arancione...Nell'estate le foglie si sciolgono - l'imbarazzo del sudore -Come mai le persone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/6901757413108003652/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/syrah-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6901757413108003652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6901757413108003652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/syrah-mania.html' title='Syrah-mania :)'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5863058566371021655</id><published>2009-09-19T10:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:41:50.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambi - Nido del cuculo</title><summary type='text'>Anche a me gasa Battiato!!! Ahahahah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5863058566371021655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/bambi-nido-del-cuculo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5863058566371021655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5863058566371021655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/bambi-nido-del-cuculo.html' title='Bambi - Nido del cuculo'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3554238101289179401</id><published>2009-09-18T21:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:46:34.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E stasera...</title><summary type='text'>Dopo un altro allenamento estenuante (beh, sono gli inizi e sono sei anni che poltrisco sul divano... -.-) non posso fare a meno di pensare "che bello!". Finalmente rimetto in moto le mie stanche membra, sento che sto facendo qualcosa che mi porta a dei risultati (anche se minimi), e poi, semplicemente, mi piace!Questa cosa mi permette di sfogare le tensioni accumulate e mi diverte... Inoltre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3554238101289179401/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-stasera.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3554238101289179401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3554238101289179401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-stasera.html' title='E stasera...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-356893031302026134</id><published>2009-09-18T01:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:30:42.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormire o non dormire?</title><summary type='text'>In agosto e i primi giorni di settembre ho avuto un periodo d'insonnia. L'insonnia era causata da ansie e stress che mi angosciavano a tal punto che non riuscivo a dormire e le poche volte che lo facevo, non era riposante per niente!Adesso tutto si è sciolto. In un modo o nell'altro tutto si è risolto e finalmente dormo bene, ma......ora che il sonno è diventato di nuovo riposante mi bastano </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/356893031302026134/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/dormire-o-non-dormire.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/356893031302026134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/356893031302026134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/dormire-o-non-dormire.html' title='Dormire o non dormire?'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4564759805822314286</id><published>2009-09-16T18:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:43:20.578+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lei s'imbuzzisce e va via e sono scene all'odg!" (cit. Iri) Ahahahah :D</title><summary type='text'>Mi piace settembre...L'autunno è alle porte: l'aria è fresca, ma il sole è ancora caldo, maniche corte, ma felpa sempre dietro. Un attimo c'è il sole, un attimo pioviggina. Le Converse fanno fatica a tenersi asciutte, ma correre sotto una pioggerella improvvisa è... è... unico... è... sentirsi vivi!Le gocciole fredde che scorrono sulla pelle e creano strani riverberi con la luce; il fiato corto, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4564759805822314286/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/lei-simbuzzisce-e-va-via-e-sono-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4564759805822314286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4564759805822314286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/lei-simbuzzisce-e-va-via-e-sono-scene.html' title='&quot;Lei s&apos;imbuzzisce e va via e sono scene all&apos;odg!&quot; (cit. Iri) Ahahahah :D'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2626281118410073011</id><published>2009-09-15T21:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:02:26.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         "Come sempre le foglie cadono d'autunno.          Intona i canti dei veggenti cedi alla saggezza, alle scintille di fuochi          ormai spenti,          règolati alle temperature e alle frescure delle notti:          lascia tutto e seguiti.                   Guarda le distese dei campi, perditi in essi e non chiedere altro.          Lasci un'orma attraverso cui tu stesso ti segui nel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2626281118410073011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-sempre-le-foglie-cadono-dautunno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2626281118410073011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2626281118410073011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-sempre-le-foglie-cadono-dautunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4116057694092104716</id><published>2009-09-15T20:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:05:35.272+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citando i Negrita: "quando tutta la vita è una bella canzone..."</title><summary type='text'>"Quando tutta la vita è una bella canzone..."Quando?...quando hai un cugino così fenomenale che ti fa un regalo così bello che non hai parole per descriverlo......quando stampi le foto e ne trovi alcune che non ricordavi di aver scattato o che non sapevi che ti avevano scattato (!)......quando trovi il disegno perfetto......quando vinci una battaglia contro lo zoccolo duro del Magistrato (ah-ah!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4116057694092104716/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/citando-i-negrita-quando-tutta-la-vita.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4116057694092104716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4116057694092104716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/citando-i-negrita-quando-tutta-la-vita.html' title='Citando i Negrita: &quot;quando tutta la vita è una bella canzone...&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3714751704785313896</id><published>2009-09-14T17:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:07:06.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Non devi vergognarti di quello che provi" riprese Silente. "Anzi... poter provare un dolore così grande è la tua vera forza".      Harry sentì la collera lambirgli le viscere, fiammeggiando nel vuoto terribile, riempiendolo del desiderio di ferire Silente, di punirlo per la sua calma e le sue parole vuote.      "La mia vera forza, eh?" disse con voce tremante, fissando senza vederlo lo stadio di</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3714751704785313896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-devi-vergognarti-di-quello-che.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3714751704785313896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3714751704785313896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-devi-vergognarti-di-quello-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1897221656335455869</id><published>2009-09-13T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:49:41.582+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Io vi scaglio, lame bianche di luce"</title><summary type='text'>"Io vi intreccio, maglie dell’armatura di luce"Orphen lo Stregone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1897221656335455869/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/io-vi-scaglio-lame-bianche-di-luce.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1897221656335455869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1897221656335455869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/io-vi-scaglio-lame-bianche-di-luce.html' title='&quot;Io vi scaglio, lame bianche di luce&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SqzzheaNBII/AAAAAAAAAM4/B_ADngOZh2A/s72-c/Orphen+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1066204205861827646</id><published>2009-09-13T11:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:08:11.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Cari professori miei, io vorrei che al mondo ci fossero meno bulli del cazzo e più gay, più Stratocaster e meno DJ, chiama la strega di Blair,che ho un progetto in mente: rimanere sempre adolescente. Io sono calmo, ma nella mente ho un virus latenteincline ad azioni violente. Si sente sempre più spesso che sono un pazzo depresso. Meglio depressi che stronzi..."Caparezza - La mia parte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1066204205861827646/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/cari-professori-miei-io-vorrei-che-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1066204205861827646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1066204205861827646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/cari-professori-miei-io-vorrei-che-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2937389337848797487</id><published>2009-09-13T10:58:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:47:25.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Non c'è arte per decifrare un animo da un volto."Macbeth ATTO I Scena IVShakespeare mi stupisce sempre... Nelle sue opere trova sempre il modo di dirti qualcosa di assolutamente veritiero. Ci sono un sacco di cose che fa dire ai suoi personaggi che possono tranquillamente essere rapportate alle nostre esperienze quotidiane di vita.Davvero, dal 1300 circa, non siamo cambiati poi tanto...^_^</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2937389337848797487/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-ce-arte-per-decifrare-un-animo-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2937389337848797487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2937389337848797487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-ce-arte-per-decifrare-un-animo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7382222475843310649</id><published>2009-09-12T18:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:51:37.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La poesia esiste perché alcuni uomini cercano di mettere i fiori in prigione..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7382222475843310649/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-poesia-esiste-perche-alcuni-uomini.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7382222475843310649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7382222475843310649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-poesia-esiste-perche-alcuni-uomini.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SqvRcekb8yI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jM4Vhq97Z7k/s72-c/campo+di+girasoli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4209532267318232408</id><published>2009-09-12T13:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:04:35.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4209532267318232408/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4209532267318232408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4209532267318232408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SquAOAkZCCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8id6GBsUwB4/s72-c/Araba+Fenice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1042894607361846251</id><published>2009-09-11T12:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:16:31.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to belive</title><summary type='text'>Siccome sono Nerd fino nel midollo... Molto probabilmente la mia prima tasca branchiale ha formato cellule strane e oltre alla cassa del timpano, si è formato un centro altamente Nerd... Vabbè...Dicevo... ...sono così Nerd, che non potevo non amare alla follia "X-files".Questa serie mi piace sia per tutto lo stroma di sovrannaturale/alieno/cospirazione governativa ecc, ma anche per la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1042894607361846251/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-belive.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1042894607361846251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1042894607361846251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-belive.html' title='I want to belive'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4472764717710187443</id><published>2009-09-10T20:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:56:53.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ci vorrebbe qualcosa di... GEEE!!! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4472764717710187443/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/ci-vorrebbe-qualcosa-di.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4472764717710187443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4472764717710187443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/ci-vorrebbe-qualcosa-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1587944441948785774</id><published>2009-09-09T19:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:56:10.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La canzone del momento...</title><summary type='text'>...ovviamente, Battiato! :) Titolo: "Bist Du bei mir".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1587944441948785774/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-canzone-del-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1587944441948785774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1587944441948785774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-canzone-del-momento.html' title='La canzone del momento...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8128136370058494837</id><published>2009-09-07T21:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:02:39.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giubbotto Fashion (ahahah)</title><summary type='text'>"Il derubato che sorride, ruba qualcosa al ladro, ma chi piange per un dolore vano, ruba qualcosa a se stesso." Otello Atto I scena IIIPer iniziare bene una giornata non c'è niente di meglio che ascoltare Johnny Depp cantare mentre guidi. Si, Johnny mette sempre di buon umore... e come non potrebbe?! Eheh... :PDopo diverse visioni mistiche e allucinogene nel ripasso di Istologia, fatto con rabbia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8128136370058494837/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/giubbotto-fashion-ahahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8128136370058494837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8128136370058494837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/giubbotto-fashion-ahahah.html' title='Giubbotto Fashion (ahahah)'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2773217953195920973</id><published>2009-09-06T10:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:14:37.601+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERACOLLARTE</title><summary type='text'>WOW! Che serata... ^_^...peccato per i Motel Connection... -.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2773217953195920973/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/liberacollarte.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2773217953195920973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2773217953195920973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/liberacollarte.html' title='LIBERACOLLARTE'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2553757440551438823</id><published>2009-09-02T17:34:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:39:11.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quella scritta in corsivo è ancora viva?</title><summary type='text'>"...dì le parole del dolore: perché il dolore muto sussura al cuore un peso che lo rompe." MACBETH Atto IV, scena IIIUn rumore sordo.Chiudo gli occhi e tendo le orecchie. Sono sicura di averlo sentito. Un rumore sordo, come un ramo che si spezza. Ma non ci sono rami qui intorno. Eppure il rumore l'ho sentito distintamente...Dimmi: dove dimorano le gioie passate o gli amori del passato?Riapro gli </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2553757440551438823/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/quella-scritta-in-corsivo-e-ancora-viva.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2553757440551438823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2553757440551438823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/quella-scritta-in-corsivo-e-ancora-viva.html' title='Quella scritta in corsivo è ancora viva?'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7683072334809891327</id><published>2009-09-01T20:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:02:52.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nel nome dei più consunti slip di Merlino, quest'uomo è geniale!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7683072334809891327/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/nel-nome-dei-piu-consunti-slip-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7683072334809891327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7683072334809891327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/nel-nome-dei-piu-consunti-slip-di.html' title='Nel nome dei più consunti slip di Merlino, quest&apos;uomo è geniale!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7809763543832016628</id><published>2009-09-01T15:09:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:03:50.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>REL...ativamente!</title><summary type='text'>No, non è un post sul Reticolo Endoplasmatico Liscio, che come organulo mi sta anche abbastanza sui coglioni... antipatia a pelle...È uno dei miei solito post autoreferenziali... eheh :)Ieri. Una bella serata. Un ottima birra (Arthur Guinness sei il mio eroe!!). Un fantastico pub. Un comodo divanetto all'aperto. Una compagnia superlativa. Una chiacchierata senza pensieri. Parecchie cazzate. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7809763543832016628/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/relativamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7809763543832016628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7809763543832016628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/09/relativamente.html' title='REL...ativamente!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Sp02zHAzyeI/AAAAAAAAALo/fkgxDF12WBQ/s72-c/windows_7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8372450062130378360</id><published>2009-08-31T16:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:01:23.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Se lo vuoi, ma non lo vuoi; se non lo capisci, ma lo capisci... dev'essere amore."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8372450062130378360/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-lo-vuoi-ma-non-lo-vuoi-se-non-lo.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8372450062130378360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8372450062130378360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-lo-vuoi-ma-non-lo-vuoi-se-non-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8418402430370908946</id><published>2009-08-30T16:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:04:29.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"... e dimmi ancora  quanto pesa  la tua maschera  di cera...  tanto poi,  tu lo sai,  si scioglierà  come fosse neve al sol...  mentre tutto scorre!" Negramaro - Mentre tutto scorre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8418402430370908946/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_6794.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8418402430370908946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8418402430370908946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_6794.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8746241410593691644</id><published>2009-08-30T14:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:54:36.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogni promessa è debito.</title><summary type='text'>Cara Angela,come ti avevo promesso pubblicherò l'orrenda foto che mi hai fatto sul mio blog. D'altronde non sono mai stata fotogenica, ma per fortuna sono dotata di autoironia (sennò lo sai che vita triste?!).Per cui, gente, vi presento ME. In questa versione, modello "mescalina n°5", mi presento con impallamento totale durante una visione mistica di paradisi dionisiaci. Nonostante ciò, posso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8746241410593691644/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/ogni-promessa-e-debito.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8746241410593691644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8746241410593691644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/ogni-promessa-e-debito.html' title='Ogni promessa è debito.'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Spp1-B1JoWI/AAAAAAAAALY/lydnYXyo0kw/s72-c/visione+mistica.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1536606763412027454</id><published>2009-08-30T13:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:04:51.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...destinati a perdersi in un vuoto che fa male... pezzi che non puoi riappiccicare..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1536606763412027454/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1536606763412027454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1536606763412027454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1537401876601739563</id><published>2009-08-29T14:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:20:09.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho scoperto il Feisbuc reale: è il pub di Pietrafitta... che posto triste. Meno male che c'era la Guinness! Giusto per dimenticare dov'ero :P ...e se sto bene non ci ritorno nemmeno se mi torturano!Però... le risate... Ahahahah... :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1537401876601739563/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/ho-scoperto-il-feisbuc-reale-e-il-pub.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1537401876601739563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1537401876601739563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/ho-scoperto-il-feisbuc-reale-e-il-pub.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4183020535017819170</id><published>2009-08-28T12:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:54:28.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm...</title><summary type='text'>... c'è qualcosa che non torna...Che dire: è proprio un bel periodo [di merda! -.-] per il Leone! Le stelle prevedono una giornata all'insegna della perspicacia, della creatività e della buona riuscita negli affari, specie quelli di cuore [...allora sicuramente richiamerò il mio primo amore, guarda... n.d.r. la sera l'ho rincontrato dopo anni, ANNI, e manca poco sviene!, ovviamente non mi ha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4183020535017819170/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhm.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4183020535017819170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4183020535017819170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhm.html' title='Uhm...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1301915809803927727</id><published>2009-08-27T10:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:26:41.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antidepressività e cannoli siciliani</title><summary type='text'>I cannoli siciliani sono antidepressivi. No, ho detto una cazzata (come mi ha spiegato l'altro giorno il dottore :P). Il fatto è che preparare i cannoli con Fabrizio, Letizia e Giuseppe e mangiarseli è stato antidepressivo.Per le risate dovute alle spiegazioni di come maneggiare i cannoli (eheh). Per le chiacchiere più o meno serie con Letizia. Per le chiacchiere ultra-serie con Giuseppe. Per le </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1301915809803927727/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cannoli-siciliani-sono-antidepressivi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1301915809803927727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1301915809803927727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cannoli-siciliani-sono-antidepressivi.html' title='Antidepressività e cannoli siciliani'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SpZNAJsbE3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/EjKciWJOs9U/s72-c/San+Sisto+25+agosto+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8114751631038432335</id><published>2009-08-27T08:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:44:02.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sogno un cimitero di campagna,e io là, all'ombra di un ciliegioin fiore senza età,per riposare un poco:due o trecento anni...Giusto per capir di piùe placar gli affanni..."Una giornata uggiosa - Battisti</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8114751631038432335/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/sogno-un-cimitero-di-campagna-e-io-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8114751631038432335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8114751631038432335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/sogno-un-cimitero-di-campagna-e-io-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-6160044657853027131</id><published>2009-08-27T08:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:32:29.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oroscopo del giorno</title><summary type='text'>La sosta annuale di Venere nel segno apre ufficialmente la tua stagione dell'amore. Con questo meraviglioso influsso è facile ottenere quello che desideri, con dolcezza, sensibilità, disponibilità e con quella spiccata seduttività che ora ti contraddistingue dagli altri. Nella vita di coppia, se fino a pochi giorni fa era centrale l'attrazione fisica, ora lo è anche la tenerezza e mixate sono </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/6160044657853027131/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/oroscopo-del-giorno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6160044657853027131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6160044657853027131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/oroscopo-del-giorno.html' title='Oroscopo del giorno'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2828692390329656250</id><published>2009-08-25T16:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:29:59.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notorietà</title><summary type='text'>E i cinque minuti di notorietà che ogni individuo ha nel corso della vita, li ho avuti...Ieri sera sul TG5 delle 20:00 c'ero anche io! Un residente del campo non si è comportato troppo bene (simpatico eufemismo), per cui son venuti a riprendere (non avevamo dubbi -.-). E in una ripresa ci sono anche io: cammino di spalle, vestita da misericordiosa e mi giro per parlare con l'altra volontaria di </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2828692390329656250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/notorieta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2828692390329656250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2828692390329656250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/notorieta.html' title='Notorietà'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5250341702850443132</id><published>2009-08-22T19:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:15:29.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E tu certo comprendi il perché delle cose,e vedi il frutto del mattin, della sera,del tacito, infinito andare del tempo.Giacomo Leopardi - Canti XXIII</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5250341702850443132/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-tu-certo-comprendi-il-perche-delle.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5250341702850443132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5250341702850443132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-tu-certo-comprendi-il-perche-delle.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-282789620472723779</id><published>2009-08-21T20:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:04:35.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questa è la domanda...</title><summary type='text'>Chi - e quando - leggerà questo "Watchmen"?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/282789620472723779/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/questa-e-la-domanda.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/282789620472723779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/282789620472723779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/questa-e-la-domanda.html' title='Questa è la domanda...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/So7vm12_zJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hEYtnslJVCE/s72-c/DSCF0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2000603963144800309</id><published>2009-08-20T21:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:10:02.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[...]</title><summary type='text'>   	 	 	 	 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	-- 	   "Never look in backward  my heart is beating with yourunning to tomorrow and my wild heart is beating as much but never broken..." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2000603963144800309/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-look-in-backward-my-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2000603963144800309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2000603963144800309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-look-in-backward-my-heart-is.html' title='[...]'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3097016921700855161</id><published>2009-08-19T11:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:54:10.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un uomo apparve all'angolo della strada che il gatto aveva tenuto d'occhio; ma apparve così all'improvviso e silenziosamente che si sarebbe detto fosse spuntato da sotto terra. La coda del gatto ebbe un guizzo e gli occhi divennero due fessure. In Privet Drive non s'era mai visto niente di simile. Era alto, magro e molto vecchio, a giudicare dall'argento dei capelli e della barba, talmente lunghi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3097016921700855161/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-uomo-apparve-allangolo-della-strada.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3097016921700855161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3097016921700855161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-uomo-apparve-allangolo-della-strada.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/Sov198BV6vI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lVFo_fxMuJw/s72-c/michael-gambon-in-una-scena-di-harry-potter-e-il-principe-mezzosangue-81521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7820087335267849071</id><published>2009-08-18T17:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:51:26.942+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Croce Vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sant&apos;Elena'/><title type='text'>Sant'Elena</title><summary type='text'>Anche oggi: studio... ma mentre facevo una breve pausa per ristorarmi, bevendo un bicchiere di tea verde alla menta appena tirato fuori di frigo (AHHHHH... queste si che sono soddisfazioni della vita!!), mi sono voltata e ho notato sul calendario che è il mio onomastico.Oggi è Sant' Elena.Non che io badi molto a queste cose, ma la leggenda di Sant'Elena è abbastanza interessante, per cui ve la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7820087335267849071/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/santelena.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7820087335267849071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7820087335267849071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/santelena.html' title='Sant&apos;Elena'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8741958979245061443</id><published>2009-08-15T19:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:27:23.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Non c'è niente come un bagno in una fontana e una bottiglia di Champagne per rimettersi in forma!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8741958979245061443/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/non-ce-niente-come-un-bagno-in-una.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8741958979245061443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8741958979245061443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/non-ce-niente-come-un-bagno-in-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SobvuVBTNAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vpTCdM9pXhg/s72-c/Scansione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7502929966276488759</id><published>2009-08-15T17:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:12:41.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sembra proprio che l'anno scorso abbia innaugurato la triste tradizione dei "Pronto Soccorso a Ferragosto". Speriamo bene...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7502929966276488759/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/sembra-proprio-che-lanno-scorso-abbia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7502929966276488759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7502929966276488759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/sembra-proprio-che-lanno-scorso-abbia.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3093189704450076072</id><published>2009-08-14T11:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:17:26.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudio Bisio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giulio Manfredonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='si può fare'/><title type='text'>Si può fare!</title><summary type='text'>Uff...Torno ora dalla Coop... mi sento come una pallina in un Flipper  O_oVabbè, a parte il mio sconquassamento, questo post parla di un film, che sono riuscita, finalmente, a vedere.È un film uscito quest'inverno (forse addirittura nel 2008), che non sono riuscita a vedere lì per lì, per non mi ricordo quale assurdo motivo.Però, ieri ce l'ho fatta. Al cinema all'aperto, con un paio di stelle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3093189704450076072/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-puo-fare.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3093189704450076072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3093189704450076072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-puo-fare.html' title='Si può fare!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3238526552866169380</id><published>2009-08-13T07:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:41:52.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...Anche se non ci sei tu sei sempre con mee sono ancora sicuro che io ti rivedròdovunque tu sia..."Aspettando l'estate - Franco Battiato</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3238526552866169380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3238526552866169380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3238526552866169380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-8075196470032753482</id><published>2009-08-11T21:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:18:11.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemingway - Negrita</title><summary type='text'>Purtroppo non c'è un video "ufficiale", e i video che ho fatto io durante il concerto, sono muti perché li ho fatti con la macchina fotografica... -.- ehm..."ma questa è tutta un'altra storia... questo è Hemingway!" :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/8075196470032753482/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/hemingway-negrita.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8075196470032753482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/8075196470032753482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/hemingway-negrita.html' title='Hemingway - Negrita'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-6870521768606872234</id><published>2009-08-11T15:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:20:11.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradisi per illusi</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- END TAG --&gt;  Oggi è un nuovo giorno oggi un'altro showche più mi giro intorno più so' che ruolo avròcomparsa senza causa attore senza dioTra mille teste in menopausa traumatizzate da ronzioRisveglio ad induzione azione e CIAK ci seit'aspetti l'occasione che non t'arriva maisorrisi da copione "buongiorno come sta?"In fin dei conti me la cavoin fin dei conti chi lo sa?Mother, father, sister, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/6870521768606872234/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/paradisi-per-illusi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6870521768606872234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/6870521768606872234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/paradisi-per-illusi.html' title='Paradisi per illusi'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1910630807637637640</id><published>2009-08-10T14:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:04:46.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dovrei fare un metaforico patto con il diavolo... e per diavolo intendo, Robot Diavolo, e per metaforico... Prendo la giacca!!!Il diavolo è un ottimista se crede di poter cambiare il mondo.Karl Kraus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1910630807637637640/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/dovrei-fare-un-metaforico-patto-con-il.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1910630807637637640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1910630807637637640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/dovrei-fare-un-metaforico-patto-con-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SoAM0NiJxFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vSq4DO6_mOI/s72-c/bender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5988049071665487348</id><published>2009-08-10T11:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:02:49.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spesso mi domando come mai i miei genitori non sono andati al cinema più spesso, in gioventù...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5988049071665487348/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/spesso-mi-domando-come-mai-i-miei.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5988049071665487348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5988049071665487348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/spesso-mi-domando-come-mai-i-miei.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SoALt3sq3GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kiS5yLy39zY/s72-c/faccia+per+post.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7445007671227296487</id><published>2009-08-09T12:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:46:12.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"L’onda lunga dell’asfalto schiaccia le parole, sguardi persi oltre i vetri, oltre di noi… il ritorno porta addosso mal di testa e mal d’anima, nei silenzi ognuno piano fruga dentro di se...""L'uomo sogna di volare... Guardare dall'alto, planare sul mare L'uomo ha voglia di cambiare Ma non sa più come fare L'uomo ha voglia di cambiare Ma non sa più cosa fare L'uomo sogna di volare  E allora... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7445007671227296487/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/londa-lunga-dellasfalto-schiaccia-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7445007671227296487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7445007671227296487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/londa-lunga-dellasfalto-schiaccia-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-539894298005320934</id><published>2009-08-09T01:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:36:28.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So much for my happy ending..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/539894298005320934/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-for-my-happy-ending_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/539894298005320934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/539894298005320934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-for-my-happy-ending_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2245687945516141887</id><published>2009-08-08T11:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:23:45.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EVVAI... Stasera: NEGRITA!!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2245687945516141887/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/evvai-stasera-negrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2245687945516141887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2245687945516141887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/evvai-stasera-negrita.html' title='EVVAI... Stasera: NEGRITA!!!!'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7287988039500756941</id><published>2009-08-07T16:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:19:45.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Le pareti del cervello non hanno più finestre"</title><summary type='text'>Io spero in un processo di ossificazione endocondrale. Sono tutto quel che ho e sarebbe opportuno possedere una lucente armatura, modello Berserk e una possente ammazzadraghi, così, giusto per gradire..."E RITROVARSI STUPIDISPENTI E POCO UTILITRASCINANDOSI...LE GAMBE TREMANODESTINATI A SCIVOLAREIN UN VUOTO CHE FA MALEIN PEZZI CHE NON PUOI RIAPPICCICARE"Negrita - Destinati a perdersi"Come può uno </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7287988039500756941/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/le-pareti-del-cervello-non-hanno-piu.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7287988039500756941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7287988039500756941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/le-pareti-del-cervello-non-hanno-piu.html' title='&quot;Le pareti del cervello non hanno più finestre&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5059202758716597136</id><published>2009-08-06T16:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:22:41.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inoltro ulteriore richiesta di santificazione di Matt Groening...</title><summary type='text'>Non ho una puntata preferita di Futurama, perché è una opera veramente ben riuscita e che adoro troppo. Una delle puntate che mi piace di più è questa: stagione 3, episodio 10, "Il Quadrifoglio"....questa, invece, è la mia puntata dei Simpson preferita in assoluto. Anche se ce ne sono altre che mi piacciono, ma non come questa, che spesso riguardo. Stagione 1, episodio 6: "Lisa Sogna il blues".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5059202758716597136/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/inoltre-ulteriore-richiesta-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5059202758716597136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5059202758716597136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/inoltre-ulteriore-richiesta-di.html' title='Inoltro ulteriore richiesta di santificazione di Matt Groening...'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4044012800127726187</id><published>2009-08-06T12:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:21:14.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Infinita distanzaTavola numero 4 di "Città di vetro" - Auster, Mazzucchelli, Karasik</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4044012800127726187/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/infinita-distanza-tavola-numero-4-di.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4044012800127726187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4044012800127726187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/infinita-distanza-tavola-numero-4-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SnrDQ7U7gCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2fKQXTwlk1E/s72-c/Scansione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3258928066167686122</id><published>2009-08-05T10:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:04:56.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"A volte sogno l'insonnia, a volte mi sento vivo"</title><summary type='text'>Ieri sono uscita di casa, e mentre con la macchina facevo la salita, per andare sulla strada che mi avrebbe aiutato ad arrivare a destinazione (-.-), ho visto spuntare, da dietro la siepe del campo sportivo, la luna."Dalla pupilla viziosa delle nuvole, la Luna scende i gradini di grattacieli, per prendermi la vita... per prendermi la vita."Chan-son egocentrique - Battiato -Una luna bellissima, di</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3258928066167686122/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/volte-sogno-linsonnia-volte-mi-sento.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3258928066167686122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3258928066167686122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/volte-sogno-linsonnia-volte-mi-sento.html' title='&quot;A volte sogno l&apos;insonnia, a volte mi sento vivo&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SnlzbX-KjxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A5SCmde_iTg/s72-c/FIL36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2853397215040447444</id><published>2009-08-04T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:34:06.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il vero potere non ha bisogno di tracotanza, barba lunga, vocione che abbaia. Il vero potere ti strozza con nastri di seta, garbo, intelligenza...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2853397215040447444/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/il-vero-potere-non-ha-bisogno-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2853397215040447444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2853397215040447444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/08/il-vero-potere-non-ha-bisogno-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5036962432438892866</id><published>2009-07-30T20:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:58:49.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VAFFANCULO</title><summary type='text'>Una parola che dovremmo usare spesso, visto quanto è liberatoria...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5036962432438892866/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/vaffanculo.html#comment-form' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5036962432438892866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5036962432438892866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/vaffanculo.html' title='VAFFANCULO'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/SnHguXUkpVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gBHA6jj_b-0/s72-c/neurone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4386525190399431171</id><published>2009-07-29T10:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:26:14.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Basalto Nero</title><summary type='text'>21 GUNS GREEN DAYDo you know what’s worth fighting forWhen it’s not worth dying for?Does it take you breath awayAnd you feel yourself suffocating?Does the pain weight out the pride?And you look for a place to hide?Did someone break your heart inside?You’re in ruinsOne, 21 gunsLay down your armsGive up the fightOne, 21 gunsThrow up your arms into the skyYou and IWhen you’re at the end of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4386525190399431171/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/basalto-nero.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4386525190399431171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4386525190399431171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/basalto-nero.html' title='Basalto Nero'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5858218649682044851</id><published>2009-07-24T16:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:17:39.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Arido è l'Inferno..."</title><summary type='text'>Sopravvissuta a mamma e sorella... impresa da James Bond, vista la completa assenza di sonno e il delirio cerebrale che mi ha addirittura portato a scrivere una poesia (che non pubblicherò MAI, nemmeno sotto tortura e negherò fino alla morte che sia opera mia!), cosa inusualissima, visto che mi piace più la sorella grassa della Poesia, ovvero la Prosa.Sono sopravvissuta anche al maledetto sellino</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5858218649682044851/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/arido-e-linferno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5858218649682044851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5858218649682044851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/arido-e-linferno.html' title='&quot;Arido è l&apos;Inferno...&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-3642287715680263709</id><published>2009-07-22T08:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:21:00.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi dispiace che sono in inglese, ma in italiano non l'ho trovati... Comunque, sono comprensibilissimi anche per una come me, che, purtroppo, è una schiappa con l'inglese :(Questo manga mi piace veramente troppo. E scusate se sono Nerd :)Naruto, Sasuke e Gaara... che personaggioni :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/3642287715680263709/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-dispiace-che-e-in-inglese-ma-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3642287715680263709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/3642287715680263709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-dispiace-che-e-in-inglese-ma-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2069863258314809905</id><published>2009-07-19T19:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:15:57.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Povera Patria</title><summary type='text'>"Avete chiuso cinque bocche, ne avete aperte 50 milioni."Giovanni Falcone"Chi ha paura muore ogni giorno."Paolo Borsellino"La questione morale esiste da tempo, ma ormai essa è diventata la questione politica prima ed essenziale perché dalla sua soluzione dipende la ripresa di fiducia nelle istituzioni, la effettiva governabilità del paese e la tenuta del regime democratico."Enrico Berlinguer"Non </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2069863258314809905/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/povera-patria.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2069863258314809905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2069863258314809905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/povera-patria.html' title='Povera Patria'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-5706273359207204508</id><published>2009-07-17T20:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:04:50.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><summary type='text'>Waiting In the calm of desolation Wanting to break From this circle of confusion  Sleeping In the depths of isolation Trying to wake From this daydream of illusion  How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me How can I know so many Never really knowing anyone  If I seem superhuman I have been Misunderstood  It challenges</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/5706273359207204508/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/misunderstood.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5706273359207204508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/5706273359207204508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-4858769831011338892</id><published>2009-07-17T09:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:55:23.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Progetto d'omicidio (ma è solo un racconto!)</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         14         false   false   false      IT   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/4858769831011338892/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/progetto-domicidio-ma-e-solo-un.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4858769831011338892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/4858769831011338892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/progetto-domicidio-ma-e-solo-un.html' title='Progetto d&apos;omicidio (ma è solo un racconto!)'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-2612031899753102645</id><published>2009-07-16T13:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:59:12.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rozzi cibernetici signori degli anelli orgoglio dei manicomi."</title><summary type='text'>"Ci si risveglia ancora in questo corpo attuale",dopo un'altra notte di sonno massacrante...Perché, nonostante io sia sull'orlo della pazzia (con la vecchiaia mi da noia anche il caldo), non ho deliri creativi come questo?!Nemmeno 'sta fortuna... "I've seen better days"... e non è che bisogna sforzarsi troppo ad immaginarli...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/2612031899753102645/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/ci-si-risveglia-ancora-in-questo-corpo.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2612031899753102645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/2612031899753102645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/ci-si-risveglia-ancora-in-questo-corpo.html' title='&quot;Rozzi cibernetici signori degli anelli orgoglio dei manicomi.&quot;'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-7296312362970128526</id><published>2009-07-15T20:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:24:54.612+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick to the Status Quo</title><summary type='text'>A volte, la miglior cosa che puoi fare è non fare niente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/7296312362970128526/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/stick-to-status-quo.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7296312362970128526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/7296312362970128526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/stick-to-status-quo.html' title='Stick to the Status Quo'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1734065639011586947</id><published>2009-07-14T19:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:08:36.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Una grande verità?</title><summary type='text'>"L'uomo viene al mondo e vive quanto basta solo per rendersi conto della stupidità dell'universo, poi colmo di dolore per l'esperienza può finalmente morire contento."Carl William BrownSembrerebbe...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1734065639011586947/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/una-grande-verit.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1734065639011586947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1734065639011586947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/una-grande-verit.html' title='Una grande verità?'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392458019814748195.post-1212237793997924817</id><published>2009-07-14T19:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:16:27.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La pace, albergo a cinque stelle.</title><summary type='text'>Che dire?, in alcuni luoghi la trovi :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/feeds/1212237793997924817/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-pace-albergo-cinque-stelle.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1212237793997924817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392458019814748195/posts/default/1212237793997924817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elena-neverland.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-pace-albergo-cinque-stelle.html' title='La pace, albergo a cinque stelle.'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882164585878543714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptYLhq7-WhQ/S3wVVCpAXqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7elWz6YeIOE/S220/profilo+se+stessa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
