<?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-2595668961109916180</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:25:36.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AlessiaStella</title><subtitle type='html'>Vita... stupida ... Amore... Mare ... Ritorno ... mi dispiace ... ricordi ... Aereo ... Roma ... padre ... seconda volta ... il  sesto ... Luce ... Importante ... troppo ... macchina ... Bracciale giallo in plastica ... frutta ... Sogno ... segreto ... fantasia ... 40 ... 14 ... le doppie ... felice ... triste ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4643972906187953175</id><published>2011-02-26T23:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:35:27.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No 2</title><content type='html'>Sto per diventare la numero 2 - un numero per niente elegante, il numero dei perdenti, di quelli che sono stati quasi vincitori.&lt;br /&gt;Ma io mi consolo. Sono solo arrivata troppo tardi. Il primo posto era gia' stato preso... quindi mi accontento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4643972906187953175?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4643972906187953175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4643972906187953175' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4643972906187953175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4643972906187953175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-2.html' title='No 2'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5393599644051298511</id><published>2009-08-12T11:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:05:39.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In macchina</title><content type='html'>Lo guardo. Guardo la sua pelle abbronzata.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo i suoi occhi. Stessi occhi che mi guardano da … un’eternità.&lt;br /&gt;La camicia bianca. &lt;br /&gt;Guardo i suoi capelli… qualche filo bianco.&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo passa per lui. Per me no, per ora no. E ciò mi rende sicura di me, indubbiamente. &lt;br /&gt;Lui sorride. Sa quello che penso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perché sorridi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché cerchi spiegazioni e risposte nei numeri, nei segnali stradali e nei miei capelli.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5393599644051298511?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5393599644051298511/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5393599644051298511' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5393599644051298511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5393599644051298511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-macchina.html' title='In macchina'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7111898206981977729</id><published>2009-07-03T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:46:37.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Sorrido. Sono ritornata ora da Parigi, dove ho passato i più interessanti momenti della mia vita con F.S., fotografo londinese.&lt;br /&gt;Sono stati 12 giorni meravigliosi passati nel Quartiere Latino, in mezzo a quadri, vino rosso, post-it, Roquefort, lamponi, musica classica e hip hop, tracce di luce, Chinese Food, lenzuola bianche in cotone sul pavimento del suo studio, parole senza senso, camminate nel cimitero Père-Lachaise e camicie non stiro. &lt;br /&gt;Ora sono ritornata a casa e lui a Londra, ad aspettare la nascita del suo primo figlio, che avrà sicuramente il suo accento scozzese e occhi blu. &lt;br /&gt;Forse non ci rivedremmo mai, ma l’unica certezza è che questi giorni lui ha avuto bisogno di me ed io di lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vita va vissuta con tutta l'intensità con cui sei in grado di viverla. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7111898206981977729?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7111898206981977729/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7111898206981977729' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7111898206981977729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7111898206981977729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorrido.html' title=''/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-624088933698738154</id><published>2009-06-29T19:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:47:38.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocrità</title><content type='html'>Mi trovo a uguale distanza fra due estremi senza voglia di migliorare stavolta.&lt;br /&gt;Per il momento mi limito nei propri desideri e non capisco come due anni fa vivevo lontano dai miei, tra carte, cifre, segreti e bugie, dicendomi "questa e' una transizione".&lt;br /&gt;Transizione verso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo il sole di questa citta', il traffico, la mancanza del mare, il presente, il mare che vedo ogni sabato, il buio del duomo, la signora pazza che mi sorride per strada anche quando piove, la stanchezza che mi aiuta a dormire,il pragmatismo delle scarpe Manolo Blahnik,la polvere della citta' sul viso la sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono tutte cose conosciute e provate.&lt;br /&gt;Le sorprese sono finite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-624088933698738154?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/624088933698738154/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=624088933698738154' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/624088933698738154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/624088933698738154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/06/mediocrita.html' title='Mediocrità'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-8735553232078171066</id><published>2009-06-21T18:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:15:35.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Percezione</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/Sj6G0d5kllI/AAAAAAAAANE/Tq_LD4Njfy4/s1600-h/sc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/Sj6G0d5kllI/AAAAAAAAANE/Tq_LD4Njfy4/s320/sc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349861643300148818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ricevuto fiori di castagno vicino la Torre di Leandro dall'uomo che ho amato e non amo piu'. &lt;br /&gt;Ho goduto della pace e dell'ossigeno del Bosforo e invece di rispondere "anch'io", ho risposto "non essere triste". &lt;br /&gt;E forse erano fiori di gelsomino, ma non ho sentito il profumo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-8735553232078171066?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/8735553232078171066/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=8735553232078171066' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8735553232078171066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8735553232078171066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/06/percezione.html' title='Percezione'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/Sj6G0d5kllI/AAAAAAAAANE/Tq_LD4Njfy4/s72-c/sc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5177014541619853524</id><published>2009-06-15T20:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:02:55.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La vita e' bella</title><content type='html'>"Buongiorno, principessa! Stanotte t'ho sognata tutta la notte, andavamo al cinema, e avevi quel tailleur rosa che ti piace tanto, non penso che a te principessa, penso sempre a te!"&lt;br /&gt;Sono stata svegliata da questo sms oggi, le parole di Guido dette da Lui. 2 risate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mio sogno di ieri notte? Ah. No. Per niente. Incubo: io, a scuola, interrogata in chimica, finito male. Mi ha fatto ricordare le parole di mia madre quando avevo 15 anni: "Goditi questi anni di scuola spensierati, che poi la vita accelera maledettamente. Ti mancheranno."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, per niente. Non mi mancano. Meglio il mio lavoro 16/24, meglio fare la versatile, meglio fare &lt;em&gt;lo scemo delle uova&lt;/em&gt;, meglio vivere in alberghi 250/365, che svegliarmi un giorno freddo d'autunno per andare a scuola, per essere interrogata in chimica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scusate se vado di fretta, ma oggi sto giocando a nascondino, ora vado, sennò mi fanno tana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5177014541619853524?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5177014541619853524/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5177014541619853524' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5177014541619853524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5177014541619853524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-vita-e-bella.html' title='La vita e&apos; bella'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2029049154798195061</id><published>2009-06-03T22:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:15:29.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cioccolismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SibnlJG42II/AAAAAAAAAM8/9eLd1-TOCRo/s1600-h/3252309059_58c0569de2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SibnlJG42II/AAAAAAAAAM8/9eLd1-TOCRo/s320/3252309059_58c0569de2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343212633207658626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 out of 10 people like chocolate. The 10th person always LIES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, non mi piace il cioccolato, non lo vedo per niente come un piacere, ma come un alimento derivato dai semi della pianta del cacao, da mangiare su un'isola deserta, per sopravvivere... beh,si,in mancanza d'altro si può anche provare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2029049154798195061?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2029049154798195061/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2029049154798195061' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2029049154798195061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2029049154798195061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/06/cioccolismo.html' title='Cioccolismo'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SibnlJG42II/AAAAAAAAAM8/9eLd1-TOCRo/s72-c/3252309059_58c0569de2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5881715040129259330</id><published>2009-05-25T19:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:44:17.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vivere</title><content type='html'>Come sarebbe avere genitori adottivi che ti trattino come Cenerentola, insufficienza renale, come sarebbe essere incinta e mollata dal fidanzato e finire all'ospedale di notte, da sola...&lt;br /&gt;Come sarebbe essere cieco, sordo o muto dalla nascita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggio di tutto. Peggio di ora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5881715040129259330?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5881715040129259330/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5881715040129259330' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5881715040129259330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5881715040129259330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/05/vivere.html' title='vivere'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3889617624094646079</id><published>2009-05-23T10:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:24:13.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estate</title><content type='html'>= abituarsi al verde della primavera e e gioire delle cose futili.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3889617624094646079?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3889617624094646079/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3889617624094646079' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3889617624094646079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3889617624094646079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/05/estate.html' title='Estate'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3672923633439050063</id><published>2009-05-19T21:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:54:16.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 minuti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/ShMNo7SigsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BHQs9VIjR4Y/s1600-h/2847968311_ecb3627269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/ShMNo7SigsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BHQs9VIjR4Y/s320/2847968311_ecb3627269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337624980125549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Via Lavagnini HDR Photo by Paolo Màrgari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosa penserai prima di morire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io lo so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Voglio ancora 10 minuti."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara' come quando fai fatica a svegliarti la mattina e vuoi ancora 10 minuti ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minuti -&lt;br /&gt;quelli persi facendo la fila sbagliata, aspettando l'autobus perche' non hai la macchina, baciando l'uomo sbagliato, ascoltando playback, spiegando "perche'", studiando chimica, fingendo di ridere o di essere commosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stasera vado a dormire piu'tardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3672923633439050063?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3672923633439050063/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3672923633439050063' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3672923633439050063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3672923633439050063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-minuti.html' title='10 minuti'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/ShMNo7SigsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BHQs9VIjR4Y/s72-c/2847968311_ecb3627269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-658763598453041319</id><published>2009-05-16T22:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:56:34.004+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivelazioni</title><content type='html'>L'amicizia e' un legame tra persone basato su affinità di sentimenti, schiettezza, disinteresse e reciproca stima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amore e' affetto intenso, sentimento di profonda tenerezza. La stima non c'entra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-658763598453041319?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/658763598453041319/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=658763598453041319' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/658763598453041319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/658763598453041319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/05/rivelazioni.html' title='Rivelazioni'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7147876182281618939</id><published>2009-03-25T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:39:46.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La noia</title><content type='html'>Ma tu perché ritorni a tanta noia? (DANTE Inf. I, 76)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siamo tutti condannati a diventare noiosi, ripetendo le stesse azioni monotone, per mancanza di distrazioni.&lt;br /&gt;Inerzia, tristezza…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7147876182281618939?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7147876182281618939/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7147876182281618939' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7147876182281618939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7147876182281618939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-noia.html' title='La noia'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-9013155261480728145</id><published>2009-03-09T19:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:28:47.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>memoria storica</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;avevo la capacità innata di vivere su due binari paralleli, un talento per la duplicità che usavo come scudo per protegere la mia libertà dall'ipocrisia del mondo&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;un mondo che non avrebbe accettato una donna che vive a Sofia, ama a Roma ed e' amata a Milano, ha il cuore a Budapest, non scarta tutti i regali di Natale, sembra superficiale, ma studia di notte, grida in ufficio, che dimentica il tuo compleanno, ma memorizza ogni singolo movimento, ogni singolo gesto di una persona che vede due volte al mese...&lt;br /&gt;... che viaggia, ma si sente prigioniera, che ha amato e non ama piu'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed ora?&lt;br /&gt;E' rimasta solo l'ipocrisia e ritengo questo ricordo fondamentale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-9013155261480728145?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/9013155261480728145/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=9013155261480728145' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/9013155261480728145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/9013155261480728145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/03/memoria-storica.html' title='memoria storica'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1422786186665145361</id><published>2009-02-28T20:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:19:09.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>equilibrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SamLoi1VUoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yQboEdFg1EA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SamLoi1VUoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yQboEdFg1EA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307927164494369410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tè al gelsomino&lt;br /&gt; istinto&lt;br /&gt; faccine animate sorridenti &lt;br /&gt; l'alba di un giorno di primavera&lt;br /&gt; autosufficienza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1422786186665145361?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1422786186665145361/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1422786186665145361' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1422786186665145361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1422786186665145361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/02/equilibrio.html' title='equilibrio'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SamLoi1VUoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yQboEdFg1EA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1845866354638582158</id><published>2009-02-12T22:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:29:18.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Giornata delle porte aperte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SZSiqVbsH5I/AAAAAAAAALk/MKSYtOTpnzU/s1600-h/TheDoors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SZSiqVbsH5I/AAAAAAAAALk/MKSYtOTpnzU/s320/TheDoors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302041509513404306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serrature per porte di sicurezza con sicura anti intrappolamento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sapevo che eri tu, come non accorgersene, apri la porta come un vulcano!"&lt;br /&gt;"Fate un sabato o una domenica fuori porta, e venite nel Biellese"&lt;br /&gt;"Mi ha indicato la porta!"&lt;br /&gt;"Il Ministero del Lavoro mette alla porta 400 lavoratori."&lt;br /&gt;"Lavora, non elemosinare, non andare di porta in porta!"&lt;br /&gt;"Guerilla Marketing t'insegna come vendere porta a porta."&lt;br /&gt;"...è il momento di sfondare la porta."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Porta = apertura attraverso la quale si entra in una stanza, in un edificio, in un luogo recintato, in una città &lt;br /&gt;...O SE NE ESCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chi ha inventato le porte?&lt;br /&gt;E chi ci da il diritto di chiuderci a chiave in casa, mentre in realta' chiudiamo gli altri, 7 miliardi di persone chiuse "fuori", mentre tu sei "autoisolato" perche'solo tu hai la chiave di quella porta che divide il mondo in due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non e'un pazzo discorso filosofico, e' solo la risposta al razzismo, alle discriminazioni di ogni tipo, al fatto che trattiamo i vecchi come malati affetti da malattie contagiose, ALL'ISOLAMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non e' neanche un discorso da ipocrita. Riconosco: &lt;br /&gt;L'ultima volta che ho dimenticato di chiudere di notte la porta di casa ho pensato il giorno dopo: "Gli zingari che abitano sotto casa non sono entrati perche' hanno pensato fosse chiusa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1845866354638582158?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1845866354638582158/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1845866354638582158' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1845866354638582158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1845866354638582158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/02/giornata-delle-porte-aperte.html' title='Giornata delle porte aperte'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SZSiqVbsH5I/AAAAAAAAALk/MKSYtOTpnzU/s72-c/TheDoors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-8084260539804625796</id><published>2009-01-17T22:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:21:47.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The time</title><content type='html'>Perché arriviamo sempre un attimo prima o un attimo dopo?&lt;br /&gt;Perché i responsabili mondiali dell'ora esatta hanno aggiunto un secondo all'ultimo giorno dell'anno?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-8084260539804625796?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/8084260539804625796/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=8084260539804625796' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8084260539804625796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8084260539804625796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='The time'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3198738252673913624</id><published>2009-01-15T21:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:33:20.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modus Vivendi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SW-rQ0tevGI/AAAAAAAAALM/8nlUgc4K_3o/s1600-h/2411138960_5a4da09490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SW-rQ0tevGI/AAAAAAAAALM/8nlUgc4K_3o/s320/2411138960_5a4da09490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291636392699280482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vita e' una stratificazione di &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPERIENZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOGNI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tutti, ho una doppia aspirazione: la stabilità affettiva ed economica e la voglia di libertà. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOGNI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questi giorni ho sentito il bisogno di non sentirmi bloccata né dalle cose, né dalle persone, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUINDI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ho camminato per le strade, ho detto no, no, ho scherzato col fuoco, ho preso il primo aereo e ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPERIENZA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questi giorni ho sentito il bisogno di non sentirmi bloccata né dalle cose, né dalle persone, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sono stata a Londra con Lui e mi sono divertita a suonare il pianoforte a Natale, indossando orecchini di perle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quest'anno mi è subito venuto naturale da scrivere "2009", mentre negli altri "gennaio" sbagliavo sempre la data. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATURITA'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... e triste sorrido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3198738252673913624?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3198738252673913624/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3198738252673913624' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3198738252673913624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3198738252673913624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/01/modus-vivendi.html' title='Modus Vivendi'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SW-rQ0tevGI/AAAAAAAAALM/8nlUgc4K_3o/s72-c/2411138960_5a4da09490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4190998811691772820</id><published>2009-01-02T19:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:32:02.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HNY 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SV5dlPkdplI/AAAAAAAAALE/1KJqTe1nwpg/s1600-h/al3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SV5dlPkdplI/AAAAAAAAALE/1KJqTe1nwpg/s320/al3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286765906995553874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SV5dYn67cJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m4_h9fBXpoo/s1600-h/al.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SV5dYn67cJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m4_h9fBXpoo/s320/al.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286765690193932434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4190998811691772820?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4190998811691772820/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4190998811691772820' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4190998811691772820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4190998811691772820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2009/01/hny-2009.html' title='HNY 2009!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SV5dlPkdplI/AAAAAAAAALE/1KJqTe1nwpg/s72-c/al3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4802128680119072150</id><published>2008-12-15T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:00:25.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Platinum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SUbFPoeYl7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7d7UWKgWoMk/s1600-h/xin_58040222090787135305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SUbFPoeYl7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7d7UWKgWoMk/s320/xin_58040222090787135305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124485492053938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SUbFJSUYnWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8NaNJCYd0iU/s1600-h/Pretty-Woman-movie-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SUbFJSUYnWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8NaNJCYd0iU/s320/Pretty-Woman-movie-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124376465317218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una donna di 40 anni ama un uomo di 27. Un giorno, l'uomo riceve dalla donna una Carta Platinum...&lt;br /&gt;Se la storia ti sembra strana, hai appena dimostrato un atteggiamento mentale a favore dei maschi e vivi ancora negli anni '60, anche se non eri ancora nato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pari diritti per gli uomini!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruolo tradizionalmente attribuito agli uomini: Sugar Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Sugar Mommy invece mi fa pensare ad una donna che mette troppo zucchero nei dolci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4802128680119072150?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4802128680119072150/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4802128680119072150' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4802128680119072150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4802128680119072150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/12/platinum.html' title='Platinum'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SUbFPoeYl7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7d7UWKgWoMk/s72-c/xin_58040222090787135305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3244780993989337408</id><published>2008-12-10T19:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:37:11.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggiornamento</title><content type='html'>Ieri notte mi sono addormentata in ufficio (erano le 4.30)&lt;br /&gt;Ora sono in ufficio. &lt;br /&gt;Lo scrivo per ricordami quanto sono stupida…&lt;br /&gt;...e stupita dalla crisi finanziaria.&lt;br /&gt;Punto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una che da piccola suonava il pianoforte e sognava di fare la ballerina.Il rivestimento esterno di legno stagionato del pianoforte e’ ora una scrivania in vetro fragile. Sono grande.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3244780993989337408?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3244780993989337408/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3244780993989337408' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3244780993989337408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3244780993989337408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/12/aggiornamento.html' title='Aggiornamento'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7313762212920327388</id><published>2008-12-01T14:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:42:22.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Si sta facendo sempre piu' tardi e mi viene in mente una domanda: Come saro' tra 30 anni?&lt;br /&gt;Ho sentito persone di 50 - 60 anni dire cose tristi, pensieri confusi o oggettivi o superficiali tipo: "quante rughe", "non mi ama piu' come 20 anni fa", "i giovani d'oggi!"...&lt;br /&gt;ma la frase che mi ha piu' colpita e spaventata e' stata quella di Pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ho nostalgia di tutto, anche delle cose che non ho vissuto".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spero di non dirla mai, preferisco &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l'AMNESIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7313762212920327388?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7313762212920327388/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7313762212920327388' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7313762212920327388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7313762212920327388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-651838899684186152</id><published>2008-11-21T17:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:43:15.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luca 4</title><content type='html'>Ho fatto l'operazione agli occhi... finalmente! 11 minuti di dolore e due settimane con gli occhiali di Ray Charles... ora vedo abbastanza sfuocato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All'ospedale ho conosciuto Luca, un bambino di 5 anni. Ho sentito sua madre dire, tra chiacchiere senza nervo, una frase che mi ha fatto dimenticare la crisi finanziaria e l'insipida ripetizione dei tormenti americani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dobbiamo aspettare ancora qualche mese per fare l'intervento. La miopia di Luca e' ancora lieve, 4,5."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;L'assicurazione obbligatoria contro le malattie considera la correzione della miopia (&lt;5) un intervento con finalità prevalentemente estetica, quindi per un intervento gratis, Luca avrebbe dovuto arrivare a 5 diottrie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gesù e' stato "mandato per proclamare ai prigionieri la liberazione e ai ciechi la vista" [Luca 4]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, 2000 anni fa. Oggi, per salvare i ciechi, per rompere la barriera tra estetica ed esigenza, tra lieve e grave, tra luce e buio, abbiamo bisogno di SOLDI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invece di aspettare ancora 2000 milla anni, per arrivare alle benedette 5 diottrie, Luca oggi vede benissimo, grazie ai soldi regalati da una Maddalene, una peccatrice che non si pente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-651838899684186152?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/651838899684186152/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=651838899684186152' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/651838899684186152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/651838899684186152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/luca-4.html' title='Luca 4'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7874582892448739084</id><published>2008-11-10T11:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:54:45.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradosso</title><content type='html'>Quando non c’è tocca la tua sensibilità fino a farti piangere, fino a farti sanguinare, quando siete insieme invece non senti nulla. &lt;br /&gt;Non È amore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7874582892448739084?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7874582892448739084/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7874582892448739084' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7874582892448739084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7874582892448739084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/paradosso.html' title='Paradosso'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3095274272669709101</id><published>2008-11-10T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:27:30.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“… Cose odiose…” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sentito queste parole nell’ascensore stamattina e ho pensato istintivamente:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “Stavano parlando di me!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… delle mie azioni riprovevoli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sentito il bisogno della maturità della persona che mi guida, mi educa, mi appoggia, mi ama, &lt;em&gt;The Owner &lt;/em&gt;come lo chiama ironicamente un’amica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo 30 minuti di confessione delle mie colpe che io considero gravi, di pentimento fatto di parole soltanto, ho ricevuto la soluzione matura: “ASSOLUTAMENTE VERO. VUOI CHE TUTTO SIA COME PRIMA?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3095274272669709101?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3095274272669709101/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3095274272669709101' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3095274272669709101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3095274272669709101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/owner.html' title='The Owner'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5123124590876456125</id><published>2008-11-07T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:57:20.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;13.15 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt; ha voglia di qualcosa di buono... non sa cosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.15 – 3.23 &lt;/strong&gt;Suggerimenti degli amici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Piña Colada&lt;br /&gt;- patatine di McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;- biscotti di Natale&lt;br /&gt;- Maria, Cinzia, Dora, Fiore, Judith…&lt;br /&gt;- Kellogg's Extra mix &lt;br /&gt;- Amsterdam &lt;br /&gt;- cane da caccia (?)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 ora di Tartarughe Ninja Alla Riscossa&lt;br /&gt;- Strudel salato di cipolle&lt;br /&gt;- fare l’amore con il sapore &lt;br /&gt;- cioccolato belga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.23 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt; va a letto con le sue voglie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.00 del giorno dopo:&lt;/strong&gt; l’amica Marta chiede ancora:&lt;br /&gt;Hai soddisfatto le tue voglie o hai sempre quel languorino??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la storia continua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smettetela! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5123124590876456125?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5123124590876456125/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5123124590876456125' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5123124590876456125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5123124590876456125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-status.html' title='Facebook Status'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3211527896454691389</id><published>2008-11-06T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:09:43.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, no!</title><content type='html'>Un mio amico, chiamiamolo Fabio (si chiama proprio cosi) è gay e l’ha scritto anche su Facebook (“fidanzato con … Andrea”). &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… perchè non ci hai lasciato sognare ancora un po’? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io ho solo una cosa da dire: Fabio è molto bello, intelligente, possiede beni e mezzi di sussistenza in misura superiore alla media (per evitare lo stereotipo “ricco e bello”), simpatico, socievole, elegante, ha i più belli occhi azzurri del mondo, mentre il fidanzato è un po’ bruttino, biondo rossiccio, poco curato, basso, non so quanto intelligente sia, ma ha sempre un sorriso forzato… &lt;br /&gt;Tipo Bova e la moglie Chiara Giordano…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai, AFF, ti meriti uno più bello, anche se non capisco gli standard gay della bellezza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omofobia? No!!! Allora … come mi chiamo? Razzista? Superficiale? Gelosa? Ottusa? Pettegola? Sessista? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3211527896454691389?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3211527896454691389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3211527896454691389' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3211527896454691389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3211527896454691389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-no.html' title='Oh, no!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7990651307731046482</id><published>2008-11-04T22:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:24:49.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>risiKo italiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SRC7j0_A0AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LA8_1SOBkHg/s1600-h/ris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SRC7j0_A0AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LA8_1SOBkHg/s320/ris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264914188588863490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia nuova passione (&lt;em&gt;da 6 mesi!!!&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;strong&gt;Fiches, armate, strategia, impostare e condurre, apprestamento, coordinamento, scelte.&lt;/strong&gt; Dormo meno, ma si vive.&lt;br /&gt;La mia seconda dipendenza dopo il liquido per le lenti a contatto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7990651307731046482?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7990651307731046482/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7990651307731046482' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7990651307731046482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7990651307731046482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/risiko-italiano.html' title='risiKo italiano'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SRC7j0_A0AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LA8_1SOBkHg/s72-c/ris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5990539700228856847</id><published>2008-11-03T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:59:13.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Playing</title><content type='html'>Meglio essere il bugiardo evitato e amato o essere l’innocente mentito da tutti? &lt;br /&gt;Vivere un tradimento come traditore o come tradito? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo essere stata “quella di prima”, “l’attuale”, “la futura”, dopo aver sentito l’ingiustizia di “essere stata” e non “essere più” e la felicità di essere invidiata, ho preso una pausa, ma domani si giocherà ancora, sempre a carte nascoste... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono quella di sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5990539700228856847?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5990539700228856847/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5990539700228856847' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5990539700228856847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5990539700228856847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/11/role-playing.html' title='Role Playing'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1153588294188238008</id><published>2008-10-31T23:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:46:18.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJzhw2rcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EbV11ciLIM8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJzhw2rcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EbV11ciLIM8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263452107842170306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJjgdg7zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0rxmMm_kU0w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJjgdg7zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0rxmMm_kU0w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263451832614711090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJEjaIWcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CAR-bNdnjJk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJEjaIWcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CAR-bNdnjJk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263451300829878722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pazzesco! Jamie "JT", Nora, Matteo, Carol "Key" e... Alessandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1153588294188238008?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1153588294188238008/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1153588294188238008' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1153588294188238008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1153588294188238008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or treat'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQuJzhw2rcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EbV11ciLIM8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3194823425380843434</id><published>2008-10-30T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:07:11.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Una ricerca svolta dagli psicologi dell'Università di Hannover e riferita esclusivamente a single d’entrambi i sessi ha appurato che un maschio su quattro si dichiara felice se le amiche platoniche diventano amanti, mentre solo l'11% delle donne esprime lo stesso desiderio…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri sera sono uscita con le amiche (11%) ed il nostro amico (25%), chiamiamolo Daniele (si chiama proprio cosi haha), confidente di tutte le mie amiche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo 7 anni di sincera amicizia, facendo un riassunto… e’ andato a letto con tutte le amiche… ma nessuno ha notato, anche se tutti lo sanno. &lt;br /&gt;Daniele, l’amico platonico, che ora capisce meglio…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3194823425380843434?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3194823425380843434/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3194823425380843434' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3194823425380843434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3194823425380843434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/patologia.html' title='Patologia'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7276729337836015944</id><published>2008-10-29T14:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:20:34.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>Odio il “NO” detto da me, detto dagli altri, a me, agli altri. &lt;br /&gt;Alle risposte negative, ai rifiuti, preferisco il dubbio, l’incertezza, l’esitazione di “FORSE” o la falsità di un finto “SI”. &lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho ricevuto una risposta negativa, un rifiuto, ho ricevuto il mio primo NO  che pare una certezza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7276729337836015944?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7276729337836015944/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7276729337836015944' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7276729337836015944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7276729337836015944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-8099035267500024727</id><published>2008-10-27T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:07:55.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demagogia</title><content type='html'>Sono stata accusata di manipolazione. Come? Ho modificato il comportamento di qualcuno e la cosa strana è che non ho fatto uso, almeno apparentemente, della coercizione.&lt;br /&gt;No si tratta del solito banale complimento italiano: “Mi hai stregato!”.  Non si tratta di un rimprovero dolce, ma di una vera e proprio accusa, nella quale ho sentito l’odio di un giudice di fronte ad un crimine di guerra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nella sua mente, ho creato apposta uno scenario per portarlo alla rovina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rido, con la tristezza di uno che si pente di aver fatto uno scherzo da ragazzi ad una persona troppo matura per manifestarsi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… e mi chiedo chi ne ha tratto vantaggi da questa manipolazione immaginaria. Guardando intorno, le mie nuove cose materiali, io. Guardando dentro, nessuno, almeno io no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Un comportamento manipolatorio, deviante, al limite! Smettila!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiama seduzione e non è uno scenario, è un rituale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-8099035267500024727?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/8099035267500024727/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=8099035267500024727' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8099035267500024727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8099035267500024727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/demagogia.html' title='Demagogia'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7835108851328392834</id><published>2008-10-26T11:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:27:35.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenissima domenica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQRNVLhgwHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sg-hOfQrjCU/s1600-h/STA60700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQRNVLhgwHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sg-hOfQrjCU/s320/STA60700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261415290941522034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senza parole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7835108851328392834?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7835108851328392834/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7835108851328392834' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7835108851328392834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7835108851328392834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/serenissima-domenica.html' title='Serenissima domenica'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SQRNVLhgwHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sg-hOfQrjCU/s72-c/STA60700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7755954542553030180</id><published>2008-10-20T21:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:13:39.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Sweet About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SPzl9-q0MHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6gTNRNstST8/s1600-h/alge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SPzl9-q0MHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6gTNRNstST8/s320/alge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259331317819256946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia mano preme la maniglia con lo stemma dei Covoni. Ritornata, con tanta voglia di mettermi le scarpe da tennis, google search e sano shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintetizzo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIAGGI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Algeciras?!?.?&gt;[?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAVORO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - gestione del rischio per un terminale di rigassificazione Qatar Petroleum (si, Renato, sono grande ormai, quelli di KPMG hanno detto "mizzica OMG dieci e lode")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUBBI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - i rimproveri fanno più male delle botte? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESIDERI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - sostituiti da impulsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REGALI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - una penna Conway Stewart personalizzata, lusso adattato alle esigenze di una persona normale come me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VITA PERSONALE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- incerottata e inesistente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSIONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - si, puoi avere tutto, anche se devi lottare duramente per ottenere quello che gli altri hanno ricevuto sin dalla nascita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7755954542553030180?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7755954542553030180/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7755954542553030180' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7755954542553030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7755954542553030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-sweet-about-me.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Sweet About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SPzl9-q0MHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6gTNRNstST8/s72-c/alge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5488248041020778502</id><published>2008-10-08T20:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:33:45.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Buona scelta!</title><content type='html'>Il riscaldamento non funziona e la mia casa ha i piu' alti soffitti di Via Cavour, ho incontrato un vecchio amico e mi ha detto che sono dimagrita almeno 5 chili da quando non ci siamo visti... da quando? ed e' vero. Preparo i bagagli per l'ennesima volta, ho deluso l'amica di nuovo. Si, non ho tempo di chiacchere, sfrappole, bugie, cenci, rosoni, cròstoli ed altri dolci friabili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma perche' cogliere soprattutto gli aspetti negativi della vita e della realtà, mentre Schopenhauer e' morto e sepolto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriva la cioccolata calda. Gusto? Cauto ottimismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dio ha creato il migliore fra tutti i possibili mondi che avrebbe potuto creare. &lt;/strong&gt;Questo!&lt;br /&gt;Vabbè! Non c'e' niente di meglio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5488248041020778502?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5488248041020778502/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5488248041020778502' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5488248041020778502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5488248041020778502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/buona-scelta.html' title='Buona scelta!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-8887673809911466392</id><published>2008-10-07T20:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:48:56.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo di cambiamenti</title><content type='html'>“Io evolvo e voglio vederti cambiare insieme a me.  Se non ce la fai, io vado avanti, non ti aspetto.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambiare le carte in tavola? Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, posso cambiare, posso fare scelte diverse da quelle del passato, ma non è facile come mettermi addosso altri abiti. Ma perchè correre, perchè trasformarmi, quando gli altri, tranne lui, dicono che sono ok ed io mi sento completa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri ho cambiato il mio anello, su Ponte Vecchio, con una vecchia spilla, semplice e  colorata come me. &lt;br /&gt;Puntini puntini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-8887673809911466392?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/8887673809911466392/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=8887673809911466392' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8887673809911466392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8887673809911466392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo-di-cambiamenti.html' title='Tempo di cambiamenti'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-830613073731676410</id><published>2008-10-03T22:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:30:41.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citazione filosofica del giorno</title><content type='html'>They forgot to put out the cat....The cat?!?! I'M the cat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di Sylvester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-830613073731676410?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/830613073731676410/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=830613073731676410' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/830613073731676410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/830613073731676410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/citazione-filosofica-del-giorno.html' title='Citazione filosofica del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2014447330388368465</id><published>2008-10-03T22:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:27:53.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citazione tenera del giorno</title><content type='html'>Oh, wook! A piece of SPADETTI with EYES! Oh, I better hide YOU, spadetti! The chickens will get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di .... Tweety, da WITTLE BIRDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2014447330388368465?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2014447330388368465/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2014447330388368465' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2014447330388368465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2014447330388368465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/10/citazione-tenera-del-giorno.html' title='Citazione tenera del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2383482243759327802</id><published>2008-09-29T21:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:26:35.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Per chi ci si ritrova</title><content type='html'>La mia vita e' un ripetersi di indecisioni, indugi, contraddizioni. Rido, sono triste, arrivo alla conclusione, fingo di amare, dico basta, cedo, rinuncio dopo lunga resistenza, vado avanti, tiro, ma NON MOLLO MAI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io ho conosciuto la morte, ho visto e sentito il dolore fisico o morale, ho sopportato serenamente le avversità, ho sofferto, ma NON MOLLO MAI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono stata fortunata, ho affrontato con calma e razionalità ogni situazione, ho intuito i moti e le reazioni, ho rischiato, ho peccato per eccesso, ho ricevuto rimproveri, ma NON MOLLO MAI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What remains?" cried Ivanhoe...&lt;br /&gt;Se hai mollato, si, riprendi il percorso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2383482243759327802?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2383482243759327802/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2383482243759327802' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2383482243759327802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2383482243759327802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/per-chi-ci-si-ritrova.html' title='Per chi ci si ritrova'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7337539646626659782</id><published>2008-09-27T20:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:28:47.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SN57VDNXVtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H6QVz0mFFWQ/s1600-h/1313216279_b7b9b3304b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SN57VDNXVtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H6QVz0mFFWQ/s320/1313216279_b7b9b3304b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250769817129408210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my eyes should ever turn brown, my career is shot to hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Newman - cosciente dei suoi occhi azzurri e sposato con la stessa donna fino alla morte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7337539646626659782?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7337539646626659782/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7337539646626659782' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7337539646626659782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7337539646626659782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-mrs-bridge.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Bridge'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SN57VDNXVtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H6QVz0mFFWQ/s72-c/1313216279_b7b9b3304b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3486208262344304893</id><published>2008-09-25T20:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:31:43.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citazione stupida del giorno</title><content type='html'>"Non scendo in particolari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e tutto continua ad essere gratuito, oscuro e difficile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3486208262344304893?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3486208262344304893/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3486208262344304893' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3486208262344304893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3486208262344304893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/citazione-stupida-del-giorno_25.html' title='Citazione stupida del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2016877451406786500</id><published>2008-09-24T15:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:20:35.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IL TEAM DI SC AL MARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNo-Q7esruI/AAAAAAAAAIw/09eKY8_ba2Y/s1600-h/sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNo-Q7esruI/AAAAAAAAAIw/09eKY8_ba2Y/s320/sc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249576776219012834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che umidità! Ma chi risponde al telefono?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2016877451406786500?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2016877451406786500/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2016877451406786500' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2016877451406786500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2016877451406786500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/il-team-di-sc-al-mare.html' title='IL TEAM DI SC AL MARE'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNo-Q7esruI/AAAAAAAAAIw/09eKY8_ba2Y/s72-c/sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7865435317451442705</id><published>2008-09-22T15:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:29:04.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazzoletti improvisi</title><content type='html'>@giosafat:  http://demone.wordpress.com/2008/09/20/cento-inutili-post/#comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La più bella dichiarazione/poesia ricevuta da me, che ancora conservo:&lt;br /&gt;“Sei stupida occhi verdi!”, scritta su un fazzoletto del Sax, nel 2003, a Crotone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7865435317451442705?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7865435317451442705/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7865435317451442705' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7865435317451442705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7865435317451442705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/fazzoletti-improvisi.html' title='Fazzoletti improvisi'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4002904288733625300</id><published>2008-09-22T15:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:15:30.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quante volte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNeX3e8T8DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KdCFnxrgk5g/s1600-h/2527867802_7226158b58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNeX3e8T8DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KdCFnxrgk5g/s320/2527867802_7226158b58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248830870178230322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sono ITALIANA! &lt;br /&gt;Gente! Non basta parlare la lingua, indossare Ray Ban, bere il ristretto, mettere basilico anche nel tè, essere passionale, mangiare mozzarella, rompere i coglioni e odiare Berlusconi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4002904288733625300?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4002904288733625300/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4002904288733625300' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4002904288733625300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4002904288733625300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/quante-volte.html' title='Quante volte!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNeX3e8T8DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KdCFnxrgk5g/s72-c/2527867802_7226158b58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7915515160716551368</id><published>2008-09-19T14:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:15:25.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea</title><content type='html'>"If life gives you lemons, make lemonade!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I limoni della sua vita: l’APCIMS, la borsa di Londra, io, Stockholmsbörsen, solo e solo Beatles, gli amici di poker, sacrifici, pranzi costruttivi e viaggi interrotti da telefonate improvvise, le quattro ore di sonno/notte, le camicie bianche a maniche lunghe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È uscita fuori una limonata aspra, quindi se la vita ti offre limoni, lascia stare e fai una spremuta di arancia zuccherata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7915515160716551368?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7915515160716551368/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7915515160716551368' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7915515160716551368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7915515160716551368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/andrea.html' title='Andrea'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3231482601544562700</id><published>2008-09-19T14:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:47:10.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNOeeakJ94I/AAAAAAAAAIg/1lLOx55W63Q/s1600-h/yellow%252C%2520blue%2520%2526%2520mint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNOeeakJ94I/AAAAAAAAAIg/1lLOx55W63Q/s320/yellow%252C%2520blue%2520%2526%2520mint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247712236180993922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa ho fatto a Londra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ho condiviso &lt;em&gt;some ginger crumbly fudge &lt;/em&gt;e some &lt;em&gt;rhubarb crumble &lt;/em&gt;con le anatre, le oche e i cigni del lago di &lt;em&gt;Regents Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ho chiuso il telefono per cinque ore, per tutti!&lt;br /&gt;- ho bevuto champagne in bicchieri per latte con il mio ex ragazzo (uomo nel frattempo… boh)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Burberry&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;- ho versato due o tre lacrime &lt;br /&gt;- tutto mi è sembrato più piccolo, sono Cresciuta? &lt;br /&gt;- mi sono sentita colpevole &lt;br /&gt;- ho parlato 4-5 ore su msn con una persona che era nella stanza accanto &lt;br /&gt;- sono stata al &lt;em&gt;Gielgud Theatre &lt;/em&gt;e ho visto &lt;em&gt;Pirandello’s spooky &lt;/em&gt;6 personaggi in cerca d'autore&lt;br /&gt;- sono stata naturale&lt;br /&gt;- sono andata all’aeroporto &lt;em&gt;Stansted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sono ritornata a CASA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3231482601544562700?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3231482601544562700/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3231482601544562700' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3231482601544562700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3231482601544562700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNOeeakJ94I/AAAAAAAAAIg/1lLOx55W63Q/s72-c/yellow%252C%2520blue%2520%2526%2520mint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5854174294915332638</id><published>2008-09-19T14:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:41:51.707+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminist State of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNOd92bSkPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lNej_ifD3z0/s1600-h/2180741780_305838763d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNOd92bSkPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lNej_ifD3z0/s320/2180741780_305838763d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247711676724318450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Roberts did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in high heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5854174294915332638?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5854174294915332638/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5854174294915332638' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5854174294915332638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5854174294915332638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/feminist-state-of-mind.html' title='Feminist State of Mind'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SNOd92bSkPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lNej_ifD3z0/s72-c/2180741780_305838763d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1822790614973270757</id><published>2008-09-18T09:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:02:27.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotive</title><content type='html'>Questa settimana è stato analizzato il mio audit report (Accertamento ispettivo in loco) per Salonicco e Sofia, insieme ad un rappresentante di PriceWaterhouse Coopers. Di solito il CEO scrive con la matita, in due parole, una specie di valutazione del mio lavoro. Faccio un riassunto di quello scritto negli ultimi anni:&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Qualified and reasonable&lt;br /&gt;2007 – Adverse, but fair  &lt;br /&gt;2008 – EMOTIVE + una faccina sorridente, si, uno smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi il mio consiglio per tutti: Il confine tra lavoro e la propria vita personale va rispettato. &lt;br /&gt;Io ho sbagliato e non c’è più via di ritorno, ora non posso che aspettare una faccina tipo ;) per il 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1822790614973270757?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1822790614973270757/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1822790614973270757' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1822790614973270757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1822790614973270757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/emotive.html' title='Emotive'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4854736310779956366</id><published>2008-09-15T15:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:28:35.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>XX Great Marlborough Street for sale - SOLD</title><content type='html'>15 settembre e non sono ancora a Londra perché ho cambiato programma, colpa d’impegni personali e del mio solito maturo Ci Penserò Domani! Quindi vado il 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La causa: Non ho mai condiviso un altro bene materiale con una persona (parlo di case, macchine, mobili), tranne quello che venderò domani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficile come un divorzio, come una morte, come una rinuncia, facile come un tuffo nell’acqua quando fuori fa troppo caldo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4854736310779956366?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4854736310779956366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4854736310779956366' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4854736310779956366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4854736310779956366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/xx-great-marlborough-street-for-sale.html' title='XX Great Marlborough Street for sale - SOLD'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7785907587604882035</id><published>2008-09-14T09:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:06:00.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzFLPgeWXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lih3d2dlWVc/s1600-h/2846049847_d34c1ccc23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzFLPgeWXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lih3d2dlWVc/s320/2846049847_d34c1ccc23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245784462911756658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzFE3PAabI/AAAAAAAAAIE/z49WfyXpkZI/s1600-h/421055786_592ab7e0de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzFE3PAabI/AAAAAAAAAIE/z49WfyXpkZI/s320/421055786_592ab7e0de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245784353316825522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzDn5Pla4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KwwSelBURg8/s1600-h/123103301_0c54fbd0cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzDn5Pla4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KwwSelBURg8/s320/123103301_0c54fbd0cf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245782756128287618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in do si va a battere i capo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se bastasse una casa ed un angelo per una vita calma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7785907587604882035?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7785907587604882035/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7785907587604882035' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7785907587604882035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7785907587604882035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/casa.html' title='Casa!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMzFLPgeWXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lih3d2dlWVc/s72-c/2846049847_d34c1ccc23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-8584374973604574436</id><published>2008-09-13T10:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:04:58.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMt_6as_N1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_U-YVrT7alE/s1600-h/13.09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMt_6as_N1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_U-YVrT7alE/s320/13.09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426832580228946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tesoro, ma dove lo trovo il latte a quest'ora?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;stiamo sbagliando tutto!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;sylvia, ma chi sei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la dolce vita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-8584374973604574436?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/8584374973604574436/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=8584374973604574436' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8584374973604574436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8584374973604574436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/roma.html' title='ROMA!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SMt_6as_N1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_U-YVrT7alE/s72-c/13.09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5374858986017618506</id><published>2008-09-13T09:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:57:17.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alla rovescia</title><content type='html'>« Ama il prossimo tuo come te stesso » (Mt 19,16-19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrario a quello giusto, io questi giorni invece vivo da un lato della fortificazione da cui è meno probabile ricevere un attacco.&lt;br /&gt;Provo profondo e profano affetto, carità, inclinazione affettiva, attrazione fisica, ma Non amo nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi voglio bene e spero di ritornare presto nel mondo degli "amanti".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5374858986017618506?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5374858986017618506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5374858986017618506' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5374858986017618506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5374858986017618506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/alla-rovescia.html' title='alla rovescia'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-9176469625342896797</id><published>2008-09-11T09:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:14:48.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citazione stupida del giorno</title><content type='html'>"Abbiamo camminato, parlato, sorriso ... e non ha avuto la maturità di prendere una stanza d’albergo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... di una mia amica che fa la moglie nella vita di tutti i giorni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-9176469625342896797?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/9176469625342896797/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=9176469625342896797' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/9176469625342896797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/9176469625342896797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/citazione-stupida-del-giorno.html' title='Citazione stupida del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1074243437226041967</id><published>2008-09-10T10:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:28:44.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>70 anni</title><content type='html'>Una cosa strana, che mi succede tutte le mattine.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio capo (il grande, perché c’è anche il figlio, il figo) mi chiama ogni due giorni alle 8.30 sul telefono fisso in ufficio, a Sofia, a Budapesta, a Berlino… sa sempre dove sono.&lt;br /&gt;Due minuti di conversazione che cominciano sempre cosi: “Chi sei? Sei Alessia? Tutto bene?...”&lt;br /&gt;Sono fiera perché questa persona, che a me sembra la più intelligente ed importante del mondo, che ha mille dipendenti, pensa che io mi meriti due minuti della sua vita, ogni due giorni, alla stessa ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon compleanno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1074243437226041967?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1074243437226041967/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1074243437226041967' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1074243437226041967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1074243437226041967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/70-anni.html' title='70 anni'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-6295266553400517703</id><published>2008-09-10T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:35:01.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trasloco</title><content type='html'>Forse sono pazza, ma ho contato i giorni. &lt;br /&gt;127 da quando sono in Bulgaria.&lt;br /&gt;e ieri è arrivata la TELEFONATA: trasloco!&lt;br /&gt;facciamo i conti: x nuovi amici, xx nuove parole imparate in una lingua che non conosco ancora,&lt;br /&gt;xx viaggi andata-ritorno, x emozioni, x rinunce, xxx desideri, 1 posto dove potrò sempre ritornare! 127 in totale&lt;br /&gt;Da lunedì cambierà tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Sembra una poesia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E per ritornare alla prosa reale e al racconto, non dormo da tre giorni “per lavoro”, ma sono felice perché per la prima volta, una persona mi ha chiesto quali sono i miei progetti per il futuro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-6295266553400517703?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/6295266553400517703/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=6295266553400517703' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6295266553400517703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6295266553400517703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/trasloco.html' title='Trasloco'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4000764593863457245</id><published>2008-09-04T10:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:10:58.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e come un libro ti chiudi finito...</title><content type='html'>Bois, bois et sa disamistade&lt;br /&gt;Nois, nues in sa malaitta die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vita sporca, vita complicata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per quattro lire stanotte ti vendi anche tu &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4000764593863457245?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4000764593863457245/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4000764593863457245' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4000764593863457245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4000764593863457245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-come-un-libro-ti-chiudi-finito.html' title='e come un libro ti chiudi finito...'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-561310261544281865</id><published>2008-09-01T13:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:16:48.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggiornamento</title><content type='html'>Io: “Ho preso i biglietti, ma vengo il 15, non potevo prendere un giorno libero prima…”&lt;br /&gt;Him: “Per me va bene. Boh…”&lt;br /&gt;Io: “Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;Him: “E dimmi come facciamo…”&lt;br /&gt;Io: “Come vuoi tu”&lt;br /&gt;Him: “Allora vengo il 15, prendo l’hotel anche per il 16. Tu come fai per la sistemazione? Faccio io.”&lt;br /&gt;Io: “No, conosco bene Londra, risate… Faccio io per me e ti porto anche al miglior pub.”&lt;br /&gt;Him: “Boh… ok, come vuoi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, Reny. Fatto. Ho preso i biglietti per Londra. È ufficiale. Vado a fare la stupida e la timida con uno che conosco da 7 anni, abbiamo coabitato 3, l’ho tradito una volta e ora andiamo in alberghi diversi, ma sempre nella stessa città… Sdolcinate… Lo odio, come sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-561310261544281865?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/561310261544281865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=561310261544281865' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/561310261544281865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/561310261544281865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/09/aggiornamento.html' title='Aggiornamento'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-905581898075599320</id><published>2008-08-29T11:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:38:42.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prenotazione</title><content type='html'>Sono entrata sul sito Alitalia decine di volte … sto aspettando un segno, lo volevo fare ieri, ora ci penso … meglio stasera o domani o mai. &lt;br /&gt;E perché verifico il sito? Mi auguro di non trovare più posti per quel paese e per quella città. Aspetto il messaggio: tutto esaurito per te. &lt;br /&gt;E la prima volta che mi sento cosi ed ho paura di affrontare le cose, di dire NON VOGLIO! NO!&lt;br /&gt;È stato da sogno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-905581898075599320?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/905581898075599320/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=905581898075599320' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/905581898075599320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/905581898075599320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/prenotazione.html' title='Prenotazione'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4422620704191714368</id><published>2008-08-27T12:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:30:50.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ottuso</title><content type='html'>Persino quelli che scrivono blog sono in vacanza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io sono solo OUT OF ORDER! &lt;br /&gt;Non ho proprio voglia di scrivere e quello già scritto mi sembra stupidamente sincero. Questi giorni non posso più essere cosi … lasciar trasparire quello che sento. &lt;br /&gt;Prometto di ritornare il più presto … sincera, senza simulazioni, senza le ipocrisie che vivo questi giorni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4422620704191714368?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4422620704191714368/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4422620704191714368' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4422620704191714368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4422620704191714368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/ottuso.html' title='Ottuso'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1599545673706886033</id><published>2008-08-24T21:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:19:09.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Incantevole fiaba</title><content type='html'>Un lieto fine era previsto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ti scordar mai di me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1599545673706886033?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1599545673706886033/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1599545673706886033' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1599545673706886033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1599545673706886033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/incantevole-fiaba.html' title='Incantevole fiaba'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5935850137575743437</id><published>2008-08-21T12:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:16:59.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sto bene ...</title><content type='html'>In queste situazioni i fiori non significano niente. Sono piante e basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5935850137575743437?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5935850137575743437/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5935850137575743437' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5935850137575743437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5935850137575743437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/sto-bene.html' title='Sto bene ...'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-317502610535602990</id><published>2008-08-20T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:24:16.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>“Non sono solo stasera. Mi dispiace.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-317502610535602990?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/317502610535602990/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=317502610535602990' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/317502610535602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/317502610535602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2183620434299413106</id><published>2008-08-15T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:31:56.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ironia del giorno</title><content type='html'>... innamorarmi di uno che viaggia più di me, ed in paesi diversi ed opposti! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono felice, oggi si, sono a casa, a Budapesta, parlo la mia lingua, indosso vestiti sport, saluto i miei vicini per strada e mi chiedo se sono io questa rilassata che sorride. Si, sono io.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2183620434299413106?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2183620434299413106/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2183620434299413106' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2183620434299413106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2183620434299413106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/lironia-del-giorno.html' title='L&apos;ironia del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7032437248631581611</id><published>2008-08-13T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:22:16.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Linea non retta</title><content type='html'>Due mesi fa, anche 14 mesi fa … non vedevo l’ora … di andare a Roma … che squillasse il telefono …&lt;br /&gt;Ora ho solo voglia di scappare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa ha fatto di male? Lui? Niente. Io? Tanto male. Un male del quale non voglio parlare, un male saputo soltanto da me e da una persona, che comunque è di un altro mondo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E con tutto questo … so che saremmo insieme per sempre ed è questo che mi fa paura. Per me sarebbe impossibile uscire ora dalla storia, perché so che mi pentirò il giorno dopo. Sarebbe doloroso come un divorzio con bambini, perché condividiamo cosi tante cose… Condividiamo la mia evoluzione, una casa, anche se vuota, centinaia di foto, amici, un segreto, un capodanno senza fuochi d’artificio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando mai mi fermerò? Sembra che per me “tutto ok” non basti. Rivoglio la mia libertà per fare cosa? Per andare avanti … senza un itinerario prefissato, per un fantasma, che sicuramente ha un brutto carattere, come tutti i fantasmi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So che ho il cervello di una di 27 anni ed il cuore di una 14enne.&lt;br /&gt;E guardo tutte quelle donne, felicemente sposate da tanti anni, felicemente innamorate da tanti anni… o forse no. Loro che cosa sentono? Sanno che ci sono anche altri uomini? Più belli, intelligenti, affascinanti … adatti, che dimostrerebbero più attenzione?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maledetto internet! Maledetto vagabondaggio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7032437248631581611?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7032437248631581611/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7032437248631581611' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7032437248631581611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7032437248631581611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/linea-non-retta.html' title='Linea non retta'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7886146364410457890</id><published>2008-08-13T13:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:01:27.397+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei di un altro mondo!</title><content type='html'>Smettila di vagheggiare, man! Smettila di mostrarmi i tuoi discorsi, il fatto che sei bravo con le parole m’innervosisce. Stai cercando di fregarmi? Mi sento circondata. E come faccio io a … fare la differenza tra un tuo discorso inventato e bello ed una cosa sincera?&lt;br /&gt;Si, dovresti essere più stupido, hai ragione, perché ti perdi tante cose, come la naturalezza di sbagliare, come l’ingenuità di non capire, come il piacere di stare in mezzo alla gente normale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7886146364410457890?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7886146364410457890/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7886146364410457890' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7886146364410457890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7886146364410457890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/sei-di-un-altro-mondo.html' title='Sei di un altro mondo!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5742471310191260363</id><published>2008-08-12T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:13:50.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartolina</title><content type='html'>Come mi sento questi giorni: Giù di morale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVORO: Devo finire un lavoro ed anche se ho avuto tutto il tempo del mondo e ho ancora due settimane, non lo finirò mai, perché NON SONO CAPACE, è tropo difficile per me. Sono stata sopravalutata ed ora non voglio deludere nessuno, ma lo farò.&lt;br /&gt;Nemmeno le mie solite visite al cantiere non mi fanno sentire meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTRO: Ho deciso di andare a casa, a Budapesta, questo venerdì, anche se potevo partire anche oggi, dato che non lavoro più questi giorni, ma preferisco stare al computer, dietro le montagne di carta e pretendere di cavarmela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimenti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5742471310191260363?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5742471310191260363/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5742471310191260363' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5742471310191260363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5742471310191260363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/cartolina.html' title='Cartolina'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4780110335211913458</id><published>2008-08-12T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:47:32.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anagrammi, pseudonimi e chiacchiere</title><content type='html'>Ieri ho conosciuto una persona, che conoscevo da tanto tempo… &lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo parlato di tutto, con la naturalezza delle persone che si conoscono da anni e con la curiosità di quelli che s’incontrano per la prima volta. &lt;br /&gt;Dopo due ore ho chiuso il msn, perché mi sentivo stupida, stupida come “poco intelligente”. Si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, ho apprezzato, grazie, ma mi fai paura perché sai quando mento, quando pretendo, quando quello che sostengo è privo di fondamento, quando richiedo più del dovuto o del giusto, quando fingo, quando ho la presunzione di poter fare cose superiori alle proprie forze… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io sono cosi, nella media, mediocre, io sono quella che ricopia cose e tu sei quello ricopiato e non capisco perché mi hai dedicato due ore della tua vita e tutti quei complimenti e volevi ancora… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacerebbe scoprire un giorno che hai un difetto, uno grande come la tua intelligenza e la tua bellezza. Ti auguro la gioia di avere un difetto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie, ma per il momento chiudo. Devo ancora evolvere prima di parlare con te di nuovo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te… mai sai gia che parlavo di te. TU SAI TUTTO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4780110335211913458?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4780110335211913458/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4780110335211913458' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4780110335211913458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4780110335211913458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/anagrammi-pseudonimi-e-chiacchiere.html' title='Anagrammi, pseudonimi e chiacchiere'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4946728083602811334</id><published>2008-08-08T08:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:01:33.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJvu4y8ZkVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2DZm33i_VFY/s1600-h/ins233.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJvu4y8ZkVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2DZm33i_VFY/s320/ins233.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232038051636154706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi consolo … almeno ha lasciato un biglietto con un numero di telefono … al quale non risponde nessuno. &lt;br /&gt;Quelli dell’assicurazione mi hanno detto di andare prima in Viale ”Hrostofor Kolumb” (Cristoforo Colombo), ma un collega mi ha consigliato di imparare prima qualche parolaccia in bulgaro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per cortesia, sono una lady, anche se ho lo smalto rovinato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4946728083602811334?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4946728083602811334/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4946728083602811334' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4946728083602811334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4946728083602811334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJvu4y8ZkVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2DZm33i_VFY/s72-c/ins233.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7094343144171788040</id><published>2008-08-07T09:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:24:40.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed ora rido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJqih425DII/AAAAAAAAAHk/4TsFQLy1PNA/s1600-h/494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJqih425DII/AAAAAAAAAHk/4TsFQLy1PNA/s320/494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231672620226251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri sera, a causa della noia, ho provato una cosa estrema e proibita, una cena a casa di un amico: noi due sul terrazzo, musica e dio, una candela sul tavolo. L’esito della cosa? &lt;br /&gt;Sono stata immobilizzata per due ore su una sedia scomoda in pelle, a 40 gradi. Perché? Perché sul divano si era seduto l’amico ed il gesto di sedermi vicina poteva essere interpretato come “Stiamo comodi”…&lt;br /&gt;Un anno fa … mi sarei seduta sul divano, senza nemmeno pensare alla possibile interpretazione del gesto!&lt;br /&gt;Stupido, pazzesco e fedele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7094343144171788040?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7094343144171788040/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7094343144171788040' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7094343144171788040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7094343144171788040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/ed-ora-rido.html' title='Ed ora rido!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJqih425DII/AAAAAAAAAHk/4TsFQLy1PNA/s72-c/494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3819610314212910220</id><published>2008-08-06T10:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:42:27.139+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Appassionatamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Passione:&lt;/strong&gt; la più bella parola del mondo, l'insieme delle sofferenze sopportate da Cristo per la redenzione dell'umanità, dalla veglia nell'orto del Getsemani fino alla morte in croce, di cui raccontano i Vangeli. Ma l’umanità è all’altezza di questa &lt;strong&gt;passione&lt;/strong&gt; portata all’estremo? Che cosa ha vinto Cristo? Quattordici giorni dedicati dagli umani alla Sua &lt;strong&gt;passione&lt;/strong&gt;, prima della Pasqua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai mai pensato che stai nutrendo una &lt;strong&gt;passione&lt;/strong&gt; per la persona o la cosa sbagliata, che non è all’altezza della tua dedizione?&lt;/em&gt; Che alla fine quella persona non ti dedicherà nemmeno quattordici giorni? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono quelli che utilizzano la &lt;strong&gt;passione&lt;/strong&gt; come uno strumento di difesa della ragione e poi ci sono quelli vinti, accecati dalle passioni.&lt;br /&gt;Io preferisco pensare e provare sentimenti. Senza &lt;strong&gt;passione&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dedicato ad una persona follemente appassionata questi giorni - perchè non ti merito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3819610314212910220?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3819610314212910220/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3819610314212910220' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3819610314212910220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3819610314212910220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/appassionatamente.html' title='Appassionatamente'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1054729131510191474</id><published>2008-08-05T15:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:06:09.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estate, si! Grazie Massimo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJhQMd18ZDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ohDfGPMPZaI/s1600-h/ale_iaq.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJhQMd18ZDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ohDfGPMPZaI/s320/ale_iaq.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231019142290367538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1054729131510191474?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1054729131510191474/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1054729131510191474' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1054729131510191474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1054729131510191474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/estate-si-grazie-massimo.html' title='Estate, si! Grazie Massimo!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJhQMd18ZDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ohDfGPMPZaI/s72-c/ale_iaq.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5523535298497043858</id><published>2008-08-05T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:18:52.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingo</title><content type='html'>… di nuovo, dopo un mese di normalità. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUI: “&lt;em&gt;Ti sento lontana, rassicurami&lt;/em&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IO PENSO: Sei privo di fede? Ho la tua Visa Platinum nel portafoglio, senza limiti di spesa e pago sempre in contanti, quindi ti devi fidare per forza.  &lt;br /&gt;Non giochiamo con le parole, sono lontana per colpa delle mille miglia e basta, non poeteggiare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IO SCRIVO: “&lt;em&gt;Non c’è bisogno&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5523535298497043858?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5523535298497043858/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5523535298497043858' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5523535298497043858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5523535298497043858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/fingo.html' title='Fingo'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4088535833435116955</id><published>2008-08-05T09:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:25:07.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presunzione di innocenza</title><content type='html'>"Nel tuo giardino ci sarebbe posto per un pony, sai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ho mai pensato che...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4088535833435116955?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4088535833435116955/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4088535833435116955' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4088535833435116955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4088535833435116955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/presunzione-di-innocenza.html' title='Presunzione di innocenza'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-620248144505352649</id><published>2008-08-04T11:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:16:13.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJbWDpj7rqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BvcZVCd-ftA/s1600-h/128422344_174870207d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJbWDpj7rqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BvcZVCd-ftA/s320/128422344_174870207d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230603375421927074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho guardato il post di prima e non mi rappresenta. Non lo cancello e riconosco, è stata colpa del rientro dai girasoli toscani alla pioggia della città, ma sono ottimista questi giorni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venerdi sera ho conosciuto il mio vicino di casa. È ritornato da Rosey questi giorni. Mi ricorda una persona che amo tanto. Me … 8 anni fa. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo in comune la pirateria dei film via BitTorrent, il dispiacere che nei giardini del quartiere i fiori non crescono mai, i venti giorni all’anno in aereo, le origini ambigue, tanta voglia di amicizia, la mancanza di una madre lingua, la passione in tutti i sensi, i giri in macchina di notte, la doppia cittadinanza, tanti sogni e la voglia di rispondere a tutte le domande. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi fa sentire matura, anche se di solito sono io quella guardata dall’alto. Ho un nuovo amico, quindi ora siamo in 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-620248144505352649?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/620248144505352649/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=620248144505352649' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/620248144505352649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/620248144505352649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/08/sole.html' title='Sole'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJbWDpj7rqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BvcZVCd-ftA/s72-c/128422344_174870207d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2330467030414049602</id><published>2008-07-31T11:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:06:15.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Finestra di Fronte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJMKQqD1TtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5kyeWTX_vK4/s1600-h/89637997_51f407d0bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJMKQqD1TtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5kyeWTX_vK4/s320/89637997_51f407d0bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229534873591828178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono ritornata a Sofia e l’unica cosa che mi viene in mente è “Avrei voluto restare sempre su quella banchina” &lt;br /&gt;... l’unica frase bella e semplice, che esprime quello che sento ora, di un film con una donna che sogna di fare la pasticcera e con Bova che non si spoglia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2330467030414049602?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2330467030414049602/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2330467030414049602' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2330467030414049602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2330467030414049602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-finestra-di-fronte.html' title='La Finestra di Fronte'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SJMKQqD1TtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5kyeWTX_vK4/s72-c/89637997_51f407d0bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7495943604023523817</id><published>2008-07-30T11:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:51:33.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Cavaliere del Lavoro</title><content type='html'>Ciao! Come stai?&lt;br /&gt;In ufficio.&lt;br /&gt;Quando vai in vacanza? &lt;br /&gt;Non vado, sono già stata.&lt;br /&gt;E dove?&lt;br /&gt;In barca, sulla costa.&lt;br /&gt;Bene. Hai cominciato il calcolo dei numeri per la bombola semisommergibile? &lt;br /&gt;Si, ci sto lavorando. (in realtà non ho nemmeno pensato alla cosa)&lt;br /&gt;Allora se non vai in vacanza, finiscilo ad agosto e metti anche qualche bella parola nell’introduzione. Puoi ricopiare qualcosa da quello d’Albania, dato che quelli del tecnico sono in vacanza. &lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Alessandra, dimmi se non ce la fai in tempo, cosi ci penso ad una soluzione. Fatti aiutare da quello nuovo, Massimiliano, come si chiama, non mi ricordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizionario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bene” vuol dire “non ho tempo ora di approfondire la cosa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Il calcolo dei numeri” per uno di 70 anni rappresenta il supporto informativo contabile, prezzi, fatturato, costi, fonti, investimenti, cash flow, ammortamenti, conto economico, fabbisogno, stato patrimoniale, ecc…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La bombola” è una piattaforma gas vera e propria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Qualche bella parola” rappresenta il resto di un piano di business per un finanziamento, preferibilmente a fondo perduto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ci penso ad una soluzione” significa “non pensarlo nemmeno”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quello nuovo” ha un nome, Luca, e la sola cosa che sa fare è il caffé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quello, quelle, quelli, quella… non mi ricordo … Sono sicura che aveva un PostIt con il mio nome davanti durante la conversazione. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7495943604023523817?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7495943604023523817/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7495943604023523817' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7495943604023523817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7495943604023523817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-cavaliere-del-lavoro.html' title='Un Cavaliere del Lavoro'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-8224587405334045068</id><published>2008-07-29T10:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:23:12.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos’è il lusso?</title><content type='html'>La definizione cambia secondo il periodo della mia vita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… arrivare alla casa di Bel Air in una Lexus, indossando le scarpe Manolo Blahnik (colpa dei film che guardo)&lt;br /&gt;… la Barbie Sirena ed i delfini arcobaleno (mio padre diceva che le Barbie sono bambole prostitute)  &lt;br /&gt;… la borsa e gli orecchini Chanel di mia nonna (gli sogno ancora)&lt;br /&gt;… leggere Vogue in spiaggia, a Marbela &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sempre situazioni, prodotti ed oggetti superflui, destinati ad ornare la vita, non strettamente necessari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menomale che la possibilità di accedere al lusso è limitata! Potevo finire come Marilyn! Morta dalla tristezza e dalla noia con un diamante in mano! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ristrettezza non è mai stata uno stile di vita per me, non ho mai ricavato un vestito da una tenda come Scarlett O’Hara per impressionare Rett Butler, ma dopo aver avuto l’occasione di leggere Vogue a Marbela e dopo il giorno speciale di ieri ho ritrovato una dimensione nuova del lusso e della ricchezza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concedersi la possibilità di dire no, quando tutti dicono si, uscire dai limiti prefissati o consueti e non commettere un errore. Senza rimorsi! Un ricco che sbaglia non è sfrontato, è soltanto stravagante. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appariscente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-8224587405334045068?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/8224587405334045068/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=8224587405334045068' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8224587405334045068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/8224587405334045068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/cos-il-lusso.html' title='Cos’è il lusso?'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4892884315448114571</id><published>2008-07-28T13:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:41:59.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemi di dipendenza</title><content type='html'>La riunione d’oggi:&lt;br /&gt;Ore 9,quasi 15 persone al tavolo rotondo.&lt;br /&gt;Essendo esaurito l’ordine del giorno, Lui prende la parola:&lt;br /&gt;“Ora passiamo ad argomenti più familiari. Alcuni forse già lo sanno, ma dato le circostanze e la nostra posizione, voglio farvi sapere che Alessandra ed io stiamo insieme da più di un anno.”&lt;br /&gt;La frase inaspettata è stata +/- questa. &lt;br /&gt;Silenzio e sorrisi.&lt;br /&gt;Mancava una frase tipo: “Alessandra, andiamo a casa ora!” o una domanda dal pubblico tipo: “Alessandra? Quale?”.&lt;br /&gt;La riunione sullo stato d’avanzamento è diventata una copia di una seduta degli alcolisti anonimi… Buon giorno. Mi chiamo X e sono alcolico … Buon giorno. Mi chiamo X e ho una storia con Alessia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La situazione mi fa ridere, ma è quello che volevo, no? O no? No, certo no. Ora devo pensare come “affrontare il mondo” e le cattiverie. &lt;br /&gt;Ancora due giorni e ritorno a Sofia. Il telefilm continua, senza misteri stavolta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4892884315448114571?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4892884315448114571/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4892884315448114571' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4892884315448114571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4892884315448114571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/problemi-di-dipendenza.html' title='Problemi di dipendenza'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-5131246838803759894</id><published>2008-07-27T21:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:06:13.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTxPiGBMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5kStnYbofjU/s1600-h/colpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTxPiGBMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5kStnYbofjU/s320/colpo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227786110406886594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTor_37EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VbrFz2hu67w/s1600-h/arco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTor_37EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VbrFz2hu67w/s320/arco.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227785963429162050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTiGBoIUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YTaWO7dyXvU/s1600-h/bandiera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTiGBoIUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YTaWO7dyXvU/s320/bandiera.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227785850156753218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il volo della mia freccia – Ugnano, 27.07.08, 11:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una giornata stupenda, adrenalinica e fuori dal comune, anche se le dita mi fanno ancora male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riassunto: arco compound + olimpico/40 frecce a 50 mt/rossata decente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bisogna colpire il centro, per fare centro!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-5131246838803759894?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/5131246838803759894/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=5131246838803759894' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5131246838803759894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/5131246838803759894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/robin-hood.html' title='Robin Hood'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIzTxPiGBMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5kStnYbofjU/s72-c/colpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-6970916424471483865</id><published>2008-07-26T13:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:51:15.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Percezione alterata</title><content type='html'>Mi sono innamorata di un’immagine, alterata da qualcosa che ho provato e pensato tanto tempo fa, ma ora mi trovo di fronte ad una realtà poco definita, incompleta, convenzionale, poco illuminata.&lt;br /&gt;Una Magia su larga scala di un prestigiatore che non riuscirò mai a conoscere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spingo il tasto OFF. Se stai bene dietro la vetrina, rimani là, io non ti disturbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggiornamento: ho comprato la seconda cosa con la Visa, dopo il famoso gelato: un paio di scarpe alla signora che fa la pulizia delle scale.  Mi sto abituando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-6970916424471483865?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/6970916424471483865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=6970916424471483865' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6970916424471483865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6970916424471483865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/percezione-alterata.html' title='Percezione alterata'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1850882080056348689</id><published>2008-07-24T20:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:42:52.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La bambola assassina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIjLdBKACEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UbD6EoZNqJg/s1600-h/chucky.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIjLdBKACEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UbD6EoZNqJg/s320/chucky.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226651066950486082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucky fa il barbone a Firenze. Remake? L’ho visto io per strada! Ho la foto! Non è un pupazzo animatronico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senza scherzare, questo bambolotto voodoo “vive” da qualche giorno in strada, vicino Piazza della Repubblica e mi guarda arrabbiato!&lt;br /&gt;Nel 3° capitolo Andy li taglia una mano con il coltellino. E guardate la mano del mio vicino di casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spararlo al cuore? Come sappiamo, il punto debole di Chucky è il cuore, quindi inutile bruciarlo, ricoprirlo con della plastica fusa, far esplodere la testa. Devi spararlo al cuore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senza scherzare, il coso mi fa proprio paura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiuto! Horror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1850882080056348689?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1850882080056348689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1850882080056348689' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1850882080056348689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1850882080056348689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-bambola-assassina_24.html' title='La bambola assassina'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIjLdBKACEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UbD6EoZNqJg/s72-c/chucky.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2912159457307514095</id><published>2008-07-22T15:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:23:35.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Io/Me/Mio</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente vivo intensamente ‘sta vita. Ha osservato anche mia nonna, che mi ha detto una cosa logica, che mi ha fatto tornare con i piedi per terra: “Sembri tua cugina Chiara che andava in giro con uomini sposati, s’inventava delle storielle tragiche e faceva sempre la damigella d’onore. Tropi tormenti.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa mi ha fatto ridere, perché quello con il quale “vado in giro” non è sposato e sono stata damigella soltanto una volta. Perché tutti questi lamenti lirici ultimamente? Ma…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e parlo sempre di me, sono il centro dell’universo. Il mio blog è diventato un diario personale e continuo a non pensare alla fame, alla guerra, ai delfini, alla politica, forse perché a causa dell’età ho perso il diritto di partecipare a Miss Universo... quindi non posso piu’ salvare il mondo.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintomo d’egocentrismo. &lt;br /&gt;Mi metto a studiare la scienza della coscienza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egoista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2912159457307514095?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2912159457307514095/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2912159457307514095' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2912159457307514095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2912159457307514095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/iomemio.html' title='Io/Me/Mio'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7977393178957334621</id><published>2008-07-21T20:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:38:31.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>il pugno chiuso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SITXjQwh2VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D0VfvFF65VI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SITXjQwh2VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D0VfvFF65VI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225538468450523474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi sono “presso” l’ufficio di Perugia e anche se sono quasi le 10, non ho finito il lavoro (un lavoro di due ore, che ho cominciato alle 6… hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli interessi pagati sull'IVA trimestrale sono detraibili? Ieri sera ho fato la figura della stupida? Il piano di riassetto funzionerà? Sola stasera? Finanziamento modulare? Perché la mia vita sembra ultimamente un romanzo Harmony? Ma perché tutti i computer di questo ufficio sono neri? Mi manca la concentrazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7977393178957334621?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7977393178957334621/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7977393178957334621' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7977393178957334621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7977393178957334621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-pugno-chiuso.html' title='il pugno chiuso'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SITXjQwh2VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D0VfvFF65VI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2945263544196327232</id><published>2008-07-21T10:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:17:59.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendetta</title><content type='html'>Le parole risuonano anche ora nella mia mente: NON IMPORTA! Si tratta di freddezza, disinteresse, apatia, distacco, impassibilità. Anche a me manca l’entusiasmo a volte, ma non sono mai indifferente. Odio questa maturità eccessiva. &lt;br /&gt;Ieri sera sono uscita con tanta voglia di vendicarmi. Mi sono ricordata della Visa e ho deciso di inaugurarla. Ho comprato un gelato di 11 euro, soltanto per sperimentare. Sciocca! &lt;br /&gt;Non ridere! È andato bene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2945263544196327232?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2945263544196327232/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2945263544196327232' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2945263544196327232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2945263544196327232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/vendetta.html' title='Vendetta'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7019844725685859439</id><published>2008-07-20T09:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:11:23.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Non importa!</title><content type='html'>Io aspettavo il mio Lui, che provava delle camicie nel camerino. È uscito un ragazzo, per guardarsi nello specchio di fuori. Sembrava proprio indeciso, ed io … ho detto 3 parole: “Mi sembra ok”.  Ha sorriso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo due ore siamo andati a mangiare in un ristorante, e ho visto passare di nuovo quel ragazzo, anche se eravamo a cinque chilometri da quel negozio. Una coincidenza strana. &lt;br /&gt;Lui:&lt;br /&gt;“L’hai fatto spendere. Ha comprato la maglietta.”&lt;br /&gt;Io:&lt;br /&gt;“Di che stai parlando?”&lt;br /&gt;“Di quello che è passato. Dai. Ti sta bene… Non ti ricordi? Ero già uscito, ma non mi avevi visto.”&lt;br /&gt;“E perché me lo dici ora?”&lt;br /&gt;“Per farti vedere che so tutto e … non importa.”&lt;br /&gt;“No?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, perché il mondo è pieno di magliette Trussardi e ventenni indecisi.” &lt;br /&gt;Silenzio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, ho sbagliato. Lui era là ed io davo consigli di moda ad uno sconosciuto. È stato un gioco stupido, ma “Non importa.” Avrei preferito una parolaccia o litigare, ma “Non importa.” &lt;br /&gt;È stata la conferma di una cosa che già sapevo: Che non importa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7019844725685859439?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7019844725685859439/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7019844725685859439' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7019844725685859439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7019844725685859439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/non-importa.html' title='Non importa!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-2147854693901065213</id><published>2008-07-18T17:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:12:35.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Via Cavour/ingresso 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC_Em7NJFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ShOtMpAEq_I/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC_Em7NJFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ShOtMpAEq_I/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224385653639029842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti piacerebbe avere un posto nostro?&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Una casa.&lt;br /&gt;Si.&lt;br /&gt;Dove?&lt;br /&gt;A Sidi Bou.&lt;br /&gt;No, dico una casa in Italia, sul serio. Scegli tu la città.&lt;br /&gt;Firenze.&lt;br /&gt;Va bene. Domani andiamo a trovare la casa. &lt;br /&gt;Ed ora “abbiamo la nostra casa”, un appartamento in Via Cavour, ma io abito sempre a Sofia e lui a Lussemburgo e Roma. Mancava quest’appartamento vuoto per ... &lt;br /&gt;La cosa strana e' che la parola "casa" mi fa sempre sentire felice, e' una droga, e' la cosa che di solito mi manca di piu'.&lt;br /&gt;Sono a Firenze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-2147854693901065213?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/2147854693901065213/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=2147854693901065213' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2147854693901065213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/2147854693901065213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/via-cavouringresso-1.html' title='Via Cavour/ingresso 1'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC_Em7NJFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ShOtMpAEq_I/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1130707485128673620</id><published>2008-07-18T17:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:28:31.808+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acqua salata</title><content type='html'>Si, è stato un viaggio da sogno, anche se ho sentito il bisogno di piangere due volte, ma sarebbe stato inutile in mezzo al mare, con tutta quella acqua salata. &lt;br /&gt;Da piccola mi capitava sempre di piangere il 14, colpa delle candele, della torta, del regalo sbagliato, del ragazzino che non era venuto, del mio vestitino che non mi piaceva. Erano sempre lacrime di rabbia, ma questo anno sono state lacrime nascoste, di tristezza. &lt;br /&gt;Questo viaggio è stato la conferma del fatto che siamo diversi, che sto sbagliando, che non sono ancora pronta a vivere una storia del genere. &lt;br /&gt;Ho pensato tanto alla mia storia di prima, ad Andrea, a tutto quello che ho lasciato a Londra, per innamorarmi di questa immagine. Mi manca quella storia bella e senza complicazioni, per persone semplici come me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1130707485128673620?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1130707485128673620/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1130707485128673620' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1130707485128673620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1130707485128673620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/acqua-salata.html' title='Acqua salata'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3638698302932827374</id><published>2008-07-18T17:41:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:47:13.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu sole in faccia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6vnFL9vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p8vjXtxjRxc/s1600-h/STA60466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6vnFL9vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p8vjXtxjRxc/s320/STA60466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380894857131762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6nuuZHLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PXqwIWDT0PQ/s1600-h/STA60346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6nuuZHLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PXqwIWDT0PQ/s320/STA60346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380759470054578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6d4bBuHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/31_ESvUpaFc/s1600-h/STA60331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6d4bBuHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/31_ESvUpaFc/s320/STA60331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380590274492530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6QrwvbTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eRYtIbylzbA/s1600-h/STA60129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6QrwvbTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eRYtIbylzbA/s320/STA60129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380363537607986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6J3GEGEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WDrvExOVbLs/s1600-h/STA60100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6J3GEGEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WDrvExOVbLs/s320/STA60100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380246320748610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6D-T02wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/en_DlR5Dvrs/s1600-h/STA60050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6D-T02wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/en_DlR5Dvrs/s320/STA60050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380145178303234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC576FbLQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cI46Cdqx4ic/s1600-h/STA60022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC576FbLQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cI46Cdqx4ic/s320/STA60022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380006605204738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC51FJXW-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zt1rxIyoSFg/s1600-h/STA60019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC51FJXW-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zt1rxIyoSFg/s320/STA60019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224379889315437538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portofino / Napoli / Palermo / Sidi Bou Said / Port El Kantaoui / Palma … Firenze ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3638698302932827374?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3638698302932827374/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3638698302932827374' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3638698302932827374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3638698302932827374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/cu-sole-in-faccia.html' title='Cu sole in faccia'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SIC6vnFL9vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p8vjXtxjRxc/s72-c/STA60466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-6546579076872121470</id><published>2008-07-09T14:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:49:24.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"27"</title><content type='html'>Chi vorrà dirmi buon compleanno lo potrà fare su questo spazio. Haha Sembro una che riceve l’Oscar e non si può presentare.&lt;br /&gt;Tra il 10 ed il 17 sarò sul mare, tra Sidi Bou Said e Port El Kantaoui. Mi sa che non c’è linea ;) &lt;br /&gt;Stavolta finirò annegata, bruciata dal sole o innamorata per sempre, ma c’è sempre la barca di salvataggio, la crema antimeduse ed il finto amore.&lt;br /&gt;Sembro entusiasmata? Si, lo sono. La mia prima vacanza estiva dopo tanti anni. Finalmente non devo più fare la back up in azienda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 14 luglio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-6546579076872121470?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/6546579076872121470/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=6546579076872121470' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6546579076872121470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6546579076872121470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/27.html' title='&quot;27&quot;'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3466526435519912597</id><published>2008-07-08T12:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:07:30.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citazione stupida del giorno</title><content type='html'>“Dovresti avere un carattere più morbido.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???!!!??!;?!?@?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morbido come levigato?&lt;br /&gt;Non sono mica un vino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, sono inflessibile, irremovibile, rigida, ferma, risoluta, coriacea, testarda, cocciuta. Beata me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai arrendevole, cedevole, docile, condiscendente, acquiescente, remissiva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lingua italiana mi fa paura! E non parliamo del mio carattere. Non è la cosa che mi tormenta ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a volte sono molto malleabile, perché ho risposto con un sorriso a questa frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3466526435519912597?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3466526435519912597/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3466526435519912597' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3466526435519912597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3466526435519912597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/citazione-stupida-del-giorno_08.html' title='Citazione stupida del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7806388564706667858</id><published>2008-07-07T14:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:40:13.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il trampolino</title><content type='html'>Lunedì, ma non è la solita settimana. Cin Cin! 5 anni da quando lavoro per la stessa azienda. &lt;br /&gt;5 anni fa, all’Università sono venute due persone (non tanto simpatiche), che cercavano studenti per stage. Tutti sono andati con il curriculum in tasca. Io sono andata con un business plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed eccomi! Ora devo “affrontare” di nuovo il rendiconto interno semestrale, ma se vado invece con un business plan? Non funzionerà stavolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancora 3 giorni!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7806388564706667858?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7806388564706667858/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7806388564706667858' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7806388564706667858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7806388564706667858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-trampolino.html' title='Il trampolino'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3523640794891840563</id><published>2008-07-04T13:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:12:58.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Week-end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SG4DUZZ0XVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bwubIxV3glQ/s1600-h/257612215_bcb1654dc0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SG4DUZZ0XVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bwubIxV3glQ/s320/257612215_bcb1654dc0_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219112667120426322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ore in macchina per arrivare al MARE! Sfuggo! AnTo'! Fa cAldo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3523640794891840563?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3523640794891840563/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3523640794891840563' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3523640794891840563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3523640794891840563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-end.html' title='Week-end!'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HwVbHUX5h4/SG4DUZZ0XVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bwubIxV3glQ/s72-c/257612215_bcb1654dc0_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-1938025594912723821</id><published>2008-07-03T15:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:23:13.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In punta di piedi</title><content type='html'>Due mesi fa ho ricevuto una scatola di cioccolatini Ego Chocolat. Oggi ho deciso di aprirla. Non l’ho fatto prima perché mi piaceva troppo …. la scatola. Eeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora ho trovato qualcosa dentro: cioccolatini amari al the verde e una carta Visa. Non so se sono più delusa dai cioccolatini o dalla cosa “intrusa”. Non so se ridere o gridare o dire stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ricevi un regalo, aprilo, mangialo e ringrazia. &lt;br /&gt;Ora è troppo tardi per reagire, vado avanti in punta di piedi. Odio il the verde!&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono ancora 7 giorni, nonostante tutto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-1938025594912723821?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/1938025594912723821/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=1938025594912723821' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1938025594912723821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/1938025594912723821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-punta-di-piedi.html' title='In punta di piedi'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-3616410771576937185</id><published>2008-07-02T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:49:16.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citazione stupida del giorno</title><content type='html'>Dopo aver provato a convincere il mio cervello, il Signore X stipula la frase stupida del giorno: &lt;br /&gt;“A VOLTE DEVI ASCOLTARE IL TUO CUORE!”&lt;br /&gt;Si, a volte lo faccio, in amore e in famiglia, ma non quando si tratta di “aggiustare” un contratto firmato due anni fa. Al lavoro il cuore serve soltanto a pompare il sangue al cervello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendicante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-3616410771576937185?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/3616410771576937185/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=3616410771576937185' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3616410771576937185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/3616410771576937185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/citazione-stupida-del-giorno.html' title='Citazione stupida del giorno'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-7348149808000946862</id><published>2008-07-02T14:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:50:19.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il giorno della sburocratizzazione</title><content type='html'>Ma che cosa mi succede? Ho spremuto il tubetto del dentifricio in mezzo, ho parcheggiato la macchina "al sicuro", sul marciapiede e niente multa, ho ricevuto un bacio improvviso sulla fronte da una persona che pensavo che mi odiasse, ho letto tutti gli email, anche spam, ho iniziato il pranzo con il dessert. Il mio angelo custode vuole cambiare lavoro e sta facendo i provini per scherzi a parte. Sarà un po’ difficile trovare un altro angelo a ferragosto. &lt;br /&gt;Mi sto preparando per 4 luglio, il giorno della sburocratizzazione.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-7348149808000946862?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/7348149808000946862/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=7348149808000946862' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7348149808000946862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/7348149808000946862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-giorno-della-sburocratizzazione.html' title='Il giorno della sburocratizzazione'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-367868858589693479</id><published>2008-07-02T13:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:49:18.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frapuccino</title><content type='html'>Come sarebbe tradire anche quello con il quale hai tradito un altro? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gravoso &lt;br /&gt;2. dispendioso&lt;br /&gt;3. stressante  &lt;br /&gt;4. logorante &lt;br /&gt;5. rivitalizzante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se devo scegliere per forza, scelgo 3. Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-367868858589693479?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/367868858589693479/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=367868858589693479' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/367868858589693479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/367868858589693479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/frapuccino.html' title='Frapuccino'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-6158449607466955347</id><published>2008-07-01T15:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:26:46.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La schedatura</title><content type='html'>Inspiration source: http://demone.wordpress.com/2008/06/30/schedateci-tutti/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’Italia vuole schedare i rom e l’America i turisti, quindi anche quelli italiani. Ma chi scheda l’America? Ragionamento logico. Forse i marziani, se sono razzisti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-6158449607466955347?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/6158449607466955347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=6158449607466955347' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6158449607466955347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/6158449607466955347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-schedatura.html' title='La schedatura'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4698323401639318706</id><published>2008-07-01T13:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:01:16.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lieto fine</title><content type='html'>… e ora sono ritornata a contare i giorni. L’11 mi sembra cosi lontano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4698323401639318706?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4698323401639318706/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4698323401639318706' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4698323401639318706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4698323401639318706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/lieto-fine.html' title='Lieto fine'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-4738129888357630021</id><published>2008-07-01T09:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:54:12.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Per te</title><content type='html'>Ti ho inviato l’indirizzo del blog per farti capire come sono fatta e che cosa sto vivendo. Basta leggere qualche post. Stupito…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La storia del parcheggio, del voglio e poi non voglio, e del "prendo un taxi" non era un test per te. È stato un test per me e sono stata bocciata. La conclusione triste è che da quasi due anni preferisco vivere 5 ore al mese ed essere mentita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, quando ho detto che volevo dormire da te era vero. Almeno in quel momento. Sono un’insicura scombinata. Ora capisci che non c’è alternativa, ho paura di perdere tutto, anche quello che m’immagino di avere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non voglio approfittare di circostanze fisiche e del fatto che siamo soli in una città straniera ed estranea e sarebbe rischioso anche per te e per la tua posizione nel gruppo. Io ho già rovinato la mia, anche se non sembra. &lt;br /&gt;Mi dispiace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-4738129888357630021?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/4738129888357630021/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=4738129888357630021' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4738129888357630021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/4738129888357630021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/07/per-te.html' title='Per te'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595668961109916180.post-9068787120224725274</id><published>2008-06-29T20:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:21:53.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>"Ho paura di sapere con chi sei ora."&lt;br /&gt;"Io non so nemmeno DOVE sei ora."&lt;br /&gt;"Mi sfidi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sto' con te."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta' maturita'. Quelli di Vodafone ridono. Anche loro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595668961109916180-9068787120224725274?l=alessiastella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/feeds/9068787120224725274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2595668961109916180&amp;postID=9068787120224725274' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/9068787120224725274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2595668961109916180/posts/default/9068787120224725274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessiastella.blogspot.com/2008/06/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>AlessiaStella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502074018296288548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
