<?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-6779686491618934677</id><updated>2012-01-12T15:19:56.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cara Catastrofe</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113192456852513142219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oxpfoViTgfU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/lC8cTXbl3-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779686491618934677.post-320677163402679040</id><published>2012-01-12T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:19:56.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rette parallele.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Se noi fossimo dei semafori&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;io sarei vicino a te:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando mi spengo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;ti accendi tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando mi accendo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;ti spegni tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se noi fossimo vetri elettrici&amp;nbsp;io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;viaggerei di fianco a te:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando mi alzo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;ti abbassi tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando mi abbasso io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;ti alzi tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se noi fossimo dei satelliti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;io orbiterei con te:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando mi eclisso io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;risplendi tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando risplendo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;ti eclissi tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se noi fossimo occhi strabici&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;io sarei di fianco a te:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quello che guardo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;non vedi tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quello che non vedo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;lo guardi tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se noi fossimo campi magnetici,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;io sarei dietro di te:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;ciò che respingo io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;lo attiri tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quello che attiro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;lo respingi tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se noi fossimo dei petali&amp;nbsp;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;o sarei dopo di te:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando sono "m'ama" io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;sei "non m'ama" tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;quando sono "non m'ama" io,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;sei "m'ama" tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;Io sono il lungo inverno&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;e tu la bella estate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;siamo rette parallele.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779686491618934677-320677163402679040?l=dreamofthaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/feeds/320677163402679040/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/se-noi-fossimo-dei-semafori-io-sarei.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default/320677163402679040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default/320677163402679040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/se-noi-fossimo-dei-semafori-io-sarei.html' title='Rette parallele.'/><author><name>Cara Catastrofe</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113192456852513142219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oxpfoViTgfU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/lC8cTXbl3-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779686491618934677.post-7371401037108671515</id><published>2012-01-07T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:41:42.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aspettarti è stato come abituarsi aldolore, lentamente, un po' per volta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fossimo in un film&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;torneresti da mee ci sarebbe il finale perfetto, e cadrebbe su di noi la scritta TheEnd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ma non siamo in un film, niente colpidi scena, le persone non cambiano, le persone non ritornano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fossimo in un telefilm&lt;/i&gt; un elicotteroci piomberebbe addosso e prima di morire mi diresti Ti amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Non siamo nemmeno in un telefilm,niente frasi d'amore dunque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fossimo in un cartone&lt;/i&gt; ci sarebbe lamorale, qualcuno ci salverebbe in modo totalmente irreale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ma non siamo in un cartone, nessuno ciporgerà la mano prima di cadere, nessuno ci salverà.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fossimo in un libro&lt;/i&gt; saremmo paroleperfette, e a volte ci incontreremmo, a volte le nostre storie siintreccerebbero, a volte saremmo distanti una pagina intera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ma non siamo in un libro, siamo reali,siamo in carne ed ossa, siamo qui, adesso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fossimo in un disegno&lt;/i&gt; i colorisarebbero sbiaditi, i tratti leggeri, i contorni sfumati, e i nostrivisi sarebbero sfigurati e surreali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Non siamo in un disegno, siamo umani,tridimensionali e i contorni dei nostri volti sono nitidi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fossimo nella mia realtà&lt;/i&gt;, tusaresti con me adesso. Ti sfiorerei le labbra e il tempo sifermerebbe, ti sfiorerei le guance, poi la fronte, e di nuovo leguance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ma non siamo nella mia mente, e tu nonsei qui. Sei distante e incapace di immaginare le mie dita sulla tuapelle, sei lontano mille parole, sei irraggiungibile, mentre iocombatto le notti aspettando che l'alba mi porti via ancora per ungiorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Day -&amp;nbsp;Pianochocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779686491618934677-7371401037108671515?l=dreamofthaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7371401037108671515/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/aspettarti-e-stato-come-abituarsi.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default/7371401037108671515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default/7371401037108671515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/aspettarti-e-stato-come-abituarsi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara Catastrofe</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113192456852513142219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oxpfoViTgfU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/lC8cTXbl3-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779686491618934677.post-301588501210453756</id><published>2012-01-05T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:01:09.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You’re just part of this lifetime of dreaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nei miei sogni sei un rullino che nonsmette mai di girare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sei esattamente come non vorrei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nei miei sogni ascoltiamo musica senzaparole, rock dritto nelle vene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I nostri cuori sonosincronizzati con il rumore dei corpi che urtano il pavimentoper riprendere ancora una volta la rincorsa, e saltare. Siamo noi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;più in altoogni volta, come a toccare un cielo che in realtà non c'è maistato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nei miei sogni l'infinito èindefinito, senza alcun limite di tempo e luogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Tutto ciò che conosciamo e chereputiamo reale diventa una banale bugia, costruisco un mondo nuovo,tutte le notti, nei miei sogni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E come se sorridere potesse cambiare ilmondo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;nei tuoi sorrisi scorgo la sensazione della tua pelle sotto le mie dita, ti sfioro, nella miamente, e sembra quasi reale anche sotto la luna imperfetta distasera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John -&amp;nbsp;Belle and Sebastian.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779686491618934677-301588501210453756?l=dreamofthaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/feeds/301588501210453756/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/nei-miei-sogni-sei-un-rullino-che.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default/301588501210453756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779686491618934677/posts/default/301588501210453756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamofthaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/nei-miei-sogni-sei-un-rullino-che.html' title='You’re just part of this lifetime of dreaming.'/><author><name>Cara Catastrofe</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113192456852513142219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oxpfoViTgfU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/lC8cTXbl3-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
