tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280819112024-03-07T09:50:40.246+01:00> > > > > My Grand Illusion < < < < <Welcome to the Grand Illusion! Pensatoio virtuale quotidiano (o quasi!). Rambling... with my daily thoughts.gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-72147310830118225072014-08-23T11:56:00.001+02:002014-08-23T11:56:30.107+02:00The Grand Illusion su Facebook!<div style="text-align: center;">
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gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-76860843940663501162014-06-01T20:54:00.001+02:002014-06-02T20:24:14.269+02:00E' bello riavertiTu non lo sai <span style="font-size: large;">come si sta</span> <br />
nell'infinita attesa <br />
dietro una porta chiusa <br />
tra oggetti che guardano te. <br />
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Ci dormi su, ci bevi su<br />
vivi così per dire e non ne sai uscire<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> ma andare via come si fa?</i></span><br />
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Qui non c'era molto senza te<br />
<i> io ho fatto del mio meglio ma</i><br />
ci si può smarrire tra le cose care<br />
inventate in due. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Quando vorrai</span> si spiegherà <br />
che avvenne quella sera <br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">non l'ho capito</span> ancora</i> <br />
ma è bello sai riaverti qui. <br />
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Qui nel petto e nella mente mia <br />
c'era amore e non è andato via<br />
e lo puoi sentire dentro me <span style="font-size: large;">tremare</span>. <br />
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Qui <span style="font-size: large;">ti prego non giochiamo più</span><br />
qui con gli <i>occhi</i> e nuove stelle tu<br />
porti luce ancora dove più non c'era.<br />
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Ci si può <i><span style="font-size: large;">smarrire</span></i> tra le cose care<br />
inventate in due.<br />
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~ Pooh ~ 1978<br />
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<br />gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-57429438352890775742014-05-03T23:47:00.000+02:002014-05-03T23:48:19.118+02:00I Know You Won't<div style="text-align: left;">
I know you don't mean to be mean to me<br />
'cause when you want to you can make me feel like we belong<br />
We belong...<br />
Lately you make me feel all I am is a back-up plan<br />
I say I'm done and then you smile at me and I forget<br />
Everything I said</div>
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I buy into those eyes<br />
And into your lies</div>
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You say you'll call, but I know you<br />
You say you're coming home, but I know you<br />
You say you'll call, but I know you won't<br />
You say you'll call, but I know you won't</div>
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I wish you were where you're supposed to be<br />
close to me…<br />
But here I am just staring at this candle burning out</div>
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And still no sound<br />
of footsteps on my stairs<br />
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You say you'll call, but I know you<br />
You say you're coming home, but I know you<br />
You say you'll call, but I know you won't<br />
You say you'll call, but I know you won't</div>
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You say you'll call, but I know you<br />
You say you're coming home, but I know you<br />
You say you'll call, but I know you won't<br />
You say you'll call, but I know you won't</div>
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<br />gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-58029892875078793792012-05-05T02:57:00.000+02:002012-05-05T03:11:12.174+02:00Once Upon A Long Ago<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Playing guitars on an empty stage<br />counting the bars of an iron cage<br />Tell me darling<br />what can it mean?</i></div>
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<br />gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-40553872432586170162011-05-07T01:39:00.003+02:002012-05-05T03:09:41.482+02:00Rotolando Respirando<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">L'autostrada scorre via</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">voglio andare a casa mia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">cosa c'entro io con quella gente non so...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Rotolando Respirando ~ Pooh ~ 1977</span><br /></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-33887974368812289982011-04-17T01:35:00.004+02:002011-04-17T01:55:12.541+02:00PoohThoughts<span style="font-style: italic;">Tutto scorre via, tutto si scolora<br />da una mano all'altra come te allora<br />come i soldi e le bugie<br />e i giornali della sera<br />chissà che cosa cambierà per te...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Terry B. ~ Pooh ~ 1986</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E non siamo criminali<br />non si vive di bugie...<br />Prima non ti sopportavi perché tu non eri tu<br />E quando ti senti in colpa a respirare si sogna male<br />E invece adesso hai il vento dentro l'anima...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Vento nell'anima ~ Pooh ~ 2010</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Prendo soltanto la mia vita con me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cambiano posto i giorni miei</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">col resto fanne ciò che vuoi...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Dove sto domani ~ Pooh ~ 1981</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Benvenuti sulla spiaggia della nuova età<br />cuccioli di un mondo che si è cancellato già<br />non guardate indietro mai,<br />non dimenticate mai...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Passaporto per le stelle ~ Pooh ~ 1983</span>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-55704205892023567272011-01-02T01:25:00.002+01:002011-01-02T01:27:56.215+01:008 anni<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Giorgio Gaber</span></span><br />(25 gennaio 1939 – 1º gennaio 2003)<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHe7zbVi3JsofYNHc3gLd2QZ99xnZVqlaGUVKewhxyybR5Du89O1rqml2qDVP0ePQB2JnN7QGYAgLu7IH8Rzn-Z0fw3z81CK7z5qchXkHgRTRd1-TQ5xsPMLSDrQgfPgCwMMUuDg/s1600/gg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHe7zbVi3JsofYNHc3gLd2QZ99xnZVqlaGUVKewhxyybR5Du89O1rqml2qDVP0ePQB2JnN7QGYAgLu7IH8Rzn-Z0fw3z81CK7z5qchXkHgRTRd1-TQ5xsPMLSDrQgfPgCwMMUuDg/s400/gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557378469918991618" border="0" /></a>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-28154028004830289772010-12-28T20:08:00.000+01:002010-12-28T20:10:49.345+01:00Io ti aspetterò<div style="text-align: center;">Pooh - Io ti aspetterò<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBjNpc1-4fA?fs=1&hl=it_IT"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBjNpc1-4fA?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-57223425370764960302010-12-13T22:09:00.003+01:002012-05-05T03:06:37.293+02:00Tu no - Red Canzian<div style="text-align: center;">
Un'altra volta è sera<br />
riascolto la segreteria<br />
c'è mezza Italia ma tu no, <span style="font-weight: bold;">tu no,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> tu no...</span><br />
C'è posta da oltremare<br />
e multe dell'ottantatre<br />
<span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;">mi arriva tutto ma tu no, <span style="font-size: 130%;">tu no, </span><span style="font-size: 180%;">tu no...</span></span><br />
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Rifanno le foglie gli alberi<br />
primavera di saldi e rondini<br />
<span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">le comete, i mondiali tornano</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">tu no,</span> <span style="font-size: 85%;">tu no,</span> <span style="font-size: 130%;">tu no...</span> <span style="font-size: 180%;">no... no...!</span></span><br />
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E non mi basta<br />
far fuori le notti come spiccioli<br />
<span style="color: #cc33cc; font-style: italic;">in giochi che non si vince niente</span><br />
piccoli fuochi, vestiti e va via<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">No non mi basta</span><br />
spaccare le corde per la musica<br />
tirare la quinta <span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">e fare finta</span><br />
c'era una volta e adesso non c'è più...<br />
Oh non mi basta!<br />
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<span style="color: #333300; font-weight: bold;">Un altro giorno in faccia</span><br />
sotto casa taxi non ce n'è<br />
ma prima o poi arrivano<br />
tu.. no!<br />
E un'altra volta è strada<br />
le persone, i soldi, la città<br />
paraurti e nuvole<br />
tu no, <span style="font-weight: bold;">tu no</span>, tu no...<br />
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E non mi basta<br />
portarmi la luna in qualche camera<br />
contare le costole ad un sogno<br />
<span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;">che assegno scoperto è questa vita mia</span><br />
Oh non mi basta<br />
sapere che in fondo il mondo è piccolo<br />
che cade su noi la stessa pioggia<br />
<span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">che siamo scuciti e non strappati via</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">no, non mi basta!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">(Red Canzian </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-style: italic;">~ 1986)</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: 78%;">MdL</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"></span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-73261433653569199112010-11-30T16:58:00.002+01:002010-11-30T17:04:06.166+01:00Se c'è un posto nel tuo cuore<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Riposa gli occhi e non pensare<br />c'è la notte che ti aiuta<br />e dormi e lasciami giocare<br />a quando non sarai più qui<br />a quando un giorno un nuovo amore<br />ti riscalderà di più.<br /><br />E dormi stretto alla mia pelle<br />che domani non si sa.<br />E sogna che il tuo compleanno<br />tornerà tra appena un anno<br />e avrai volato e navigato<br />io chissà dove sarò<br />ma se c'è un posto nel tuo cuore<br />non farò rumore, tienilo per me.<br /><br />Al vento che cambia<br />a un cielo bambino<br />ai fuochi di festa<br />a me che resto qui vicino<br />ai nostri pensieri<br />ai sogni di ieri<br />a tutti gli amori che incontrerai.<br /><br />C'è ancora tutto da inventare<br />sulle rive del tuo mare<br />avrai bufere e vento e sole<br />ed ancora e ancora amore.<br />E cambieranno le parole<br />sulla musica che sai<br />ma se c'è un posto nel tuo cuore<br />non farò rumore, tienilo per me.<br /><br />Al vento che cambia<br />e spettina il cuore<br />ai piedi nel mare<br />a tutte quante le parole<br />ai cieli di sole<br />a come eravamo<br />a quelli che siamo adesso noi.<br />Al vento che cambia<br />e cambia la vita<br />a quando mi prendi<br />e tocco il cielo con le dita<br />e intanto che dormi<br />arriva domani<br />e ancora ti svegli qui nelle mie mani<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(Canzian - D'Orazio) 1985</span><br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_uOegxURJ8?fs=1&hl=it_IT"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_uOegxURJ8?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-46962403522081098382010-11-29T23:21:00.003+01:002010-11-29T23:26:49.032+01:00Leslie William Nielsen<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" >Leslie William Nielsen</span><br />(Regina, 11 febbraio 1926 – Fort Lauderdale, 28 novembre 2010)<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4lreapFkev3E_YkwfodXHf9j4BOlSiK5hJ4TtLkp02J1xTUP-hOZXjjoqsTL-wiqoDZDUGTgPcwDvy0n5Ve9ieBpfY1s97kMCadzffJg18KMS8fr6OOw31djxkb9KQXuVEqXMw/s1600/Naked+Gun33.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4lreapFkev3E_YkwfodXHf9j4BOlSiK5hJ4TtLkp02J1xTUP-hOZXjjoqsTL-wiqoDZDUGTgPcwDvy0n5Ve9ieBpfY1s97kMCadzffJg18KMS8fr6OOw31djxkb9KQXuVEqXMw/s400/Naked+Gun33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545101330147458306" border="0" /></a><br /><em></em>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-62340819866747749592010-11-27T19:00:00.002+01:002010-11-27T19:04:47.798+01:00Funerali per Enzo Baldoni, cronista ucciso in Iraq<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rapito e assassinato dall'esercito islamico nel 2004</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>UCCISO NEL 2004, RESTI IN ITALIA 6 ANNI DOPO - Enzo Baldoni, giornalista free lance di 56 anni, scomparve il 20 agosto del 2004 a Latifia in Iraq dove si trovava con accredito del settimanale Diario. Quattro giorni dopo la tv Al Jazeera trasmise un video con le immagini del cronista in cui l'Esercito islamico dava un ultimatum di 48 ore all'Italia per lasciare l'Iraq. Il 26 agosto Baldoni venne ucciso dai rapitori e l'immagine del suo volto ormai privo di vita viene pubblicata su un sito riconducibile all'Esercito Islamico.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.ansa.it/web/notizie/rubriche/cronaca/2010/11/27/visualizza_new.html_1676344042.html" target="_blank">Notizia tratta da Ansa.it - LINK</a></span><br /><br />Resta in Pace.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-3600573327852434282010-11-20T10:30:00.006+01:002010-11-20T10:40:30.037+01:00It's the same...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">When I see him, I feel the need to hug him. It's a need. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My mind and stomach hurt like when you need to eat, sleep or go to the bathroom, ya name it.<br />The same feeling</span>.<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span></span></span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-67587619575094852152010-11-15T22:31:00.004+01:002010-11-15T22:45:02.412+01:00F. Mannoia - I Dubbi Dell'amore<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="testo"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Fiorella Mannoia - I dubbi dell'amore</span></span><br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izpru5oP4Ns?fs=1&hl=it_IT"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izpru5oP4Ns?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object></span><br /><br /><span class="testo">Se una mattina io </span><br /><span class="testo">mi accorgessi che con l'alba sei partito </span><br /><span class="testo">con le tue valigie verso un'altra vita </span><br /><span class="testo">riempirei di meraviglia la città </span><br /><span class="testo">Ma forse dopo un po' </span><br /><span class="testo">prenderei ad organizzarmi l'esistenza </span><br /><span class="testo">mi convincerei che posso fare senza </span><br /><span class="testo">chiamerei gli amici con curiosità </span><br /><span class="testo">e me ne andrei da qua </span><br /><span class="testo">Cambierei tutte le opinioni e brucerei le foto </span><br /><span class="testo">con nuove convinzioni mi condizionerei </span><br /><span class="testo">forse ringiovanirei e comunque ne uscirei </span><br /><span class="testo">non so quando, non so come..</span><br /><span class="testo">Ma se domani io </span><br /><span class="testo">mi accorgessi che ci stiamo sopportando </span><br /><span class="testo">e capissi che non stiamo più parlando </span><br /><span class="testo">ti guardassi e non ti conoscessi più</span><br /><span class="testo">Io dipingerei </span><br /><span class="testo">di colori i muri e stelle sul soffitto </span><br /><span class="testo">ti direi le cose che non ho mai detto </span><br /><span class="testo">che pericolo la quotidianità e la tranquillità </span><br /><span class="testo">Dove sei, come vivi dentro </span><br /><span class="testo">c'è sempre sentimento </span><br /><span class="testo">nel tuo parlare piano </span><br /><span class="testo">e nella tua mano </span><br /><span class="testo">c'è la voglia di vedere </span><br /><span class="testo">quella mano nella mia </span><br /><span class="testo">Tu dormi e non pensare </span><br /><span class="testo">ai dubbi dell'amore </span><br /><span class="testo">ogni stupido timore </span><br /><span class="testo">è la prova che ti do' </span><br /><span class="testo">e rimango </span><br /><span class="testo">e ti cerco </span><br /><span class="testo">non ti lascio più </span><br /><span class="testo">non ti lascio più</span><br /><span class="testo">non ti lascio...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;" class="testo">E. Ruggeri </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show">~ 1999 </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show">~</span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-67690338385158997622010-10-27T21:39:00.004+02:002012-05-05T03:08:48.106+02:00Io vicino, io lontano<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-style: italic;">...Io vicino, io lontano</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">sulla rotta controvento</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">come un gatto nel tramonto</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">guardo il sole che fa il bagno</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">e pescando ho preso un sogno<br />sulle labbra della luna</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">nella corsa di un delfino, in un taxi che va piano,</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">non c'è scritto dove andiamo</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">ma ricordati di me.</span>..<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Io vicino, io lontano</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">~ <span style="color: #3366ff;">Pooh</span> ~ 1984</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"></span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-36744835374801772702010-09-29T23:03:00.002+02:002010-09-29T23:05:42.130+02:00Sine nomine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZ_VE4baaKszvEQKYDJXrTN0SQIQ4P4Ubzk-lrWZeurjxwcNqC6g-MEg55y4SNFLa7UWQWyu9q0ZbEbO7hUy53UUKl9jTdSY-YGLpTNvbe27gcRfz_pHKByx8s_hjl-vadex4tQ/s1600/SNC00210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZ_VE4baaKszvEQKYDJXrTN0SQIQ4P4Ubzk-lrWZeurjxwcNqC6g-MEg55y4SNFLa7UWQWyu9q0ZbEbO7hUy53UUKl9jTdSY-YGLpTNvbe27gcRfz_pHKByx8s_hjl-vadex4tQ/s400/SNC00210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522444553781302434" /></a>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-2192510049646385032010-05-29T21:33:00.001+02:002010-05-29T21:35:42.256+02:00Not Dead Yet<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">STYX - Not Dead Yet </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">St. Louis, 1991</span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBHWHgFKiw4&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBHWHgFKiw4&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-64197351813725638212010-03-21T21:20:00.003+01:002010-03-21T21:24:49.113+01:00Primavera<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="testo"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Primavera (Luca Carboni)</span><br /><br />Mi emoziono</span><br /><span class="testo">sentendo passare di nuovo</span><br /><span class="testo">i motorini truccati, le autoradio veloci</span><br /><span class="testo">e il profumo dei tigli</span><br /><span class="testo">mischiato ad un altro più strano</span><br /><span class="testo">mi fa ricordare</span><br /><span class="testo">che da bambino sognavo di fare il benzinaio</span><br /><span class="testo">Di colpo oggi come allora la stessa</span><br /><span class="testo">fatica a stare in casa</span><br /><span class="testo">e annusando l’aria di nuovo</span><br /><span class="testo">con la stessa smania di allora</span><br /><span class="testo">con la stessa voglia di andare</span><br /><span class="testo">scappare</span><br /><span class="testo">dove non sono stato mai</span><br /><br /><span class="testo">... P</span><span class="testo">rimavera</span><span class="testo">, </span><span class="testo">primavera</span><br /><span class="testo">primavera</span><span class="testo">, </span><span class="testo">primavera...</span><br /><br /><span class="testo">E' primavera</span><br /><span class="testo">e mi prende un bisogno di leggerezza</span><br /><span class="testo">e di pesanti passioni e un sentimento</span><br /><span class="testo">indefinibile al tramonto</span><br /><span class="testo">dalla finestra guardo il mondo</span><br /><span class="testo">e mi viene voglia di tuffarmi lì dentro</span><br /><span class="testo">... e mi viene voglia di non lasciarlo mai</span><br /><br /><span class="testo">E' primavera</span><br /><span class="testo">e torna come allora una voce che dice</span><br /><span class="testo">"Lascia ad altri i progetti troppo lunghi</span><br /><span class="testo">arricchisci il tuo tempo e non cercare</span><br /><span class="testo">più del pane quotidiano</span><br /><span class="testo">lasciati andare alla vita</span><br /><span class="testo">e non disperarti mai" </span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TySNpKG-MpA&hl=it_IT&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TySNpKG-MpA&hl=it_IT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br /></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-15931846717372938232009-10-30T23:48:00.003+01:002009-10-31T00:10:05.610+01:00Where I want to be<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >Where I want to be</span><br /><br />Who needs a dream?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Who needs ambition?</span><br />Who'd be the fool<br />In my position?<br />Once I had <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">dreams</span><br />Now they're obsessions<br />Hopes became needs<br />Lovers possessions.<br /><br />Then they move in<br />Oh so <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">discreetly</span><br />Slowly at first<br />Smiling so sweetly<br />I opened doors<br />They walked right through them<br />Called me their friend<br />I hardly knew them.<br /><br />Now I'm where I want to be<br />and <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">who I want to be</span><br />and doing what I always said I would<br />and <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">yet I feel I haven't won at all</span>.<br />Running for my life and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">never looking back</span><br />in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down<br />and say <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">he always knew I'd fall</span>.<br /><br />When this crazy wheel slows down<br />Where will I be? <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Back where I started</span>.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">I'm not complaining</span><br />Times have been good<br />Fast, entertaining<br />But <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">what's the <span style="font-size:130%;">point</span></span><br />If I'm concealing<br />Not only love<br />But all of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">feelings</span><br /><br />Now I'm where I want to be<br />and who I want to be<br />and doing what I always said I would<br />and yet I feel I haven't won at all.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Running for my life</span></span> and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">never</span> looking back </span><br />in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down<br />and say he always knew I'd fall.<br /><br />When this crazy wheel slows down<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Where</span> will I be? Back where I started<br />Where will I be? Back where I started...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(Written by Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dada.it/player/?id=8597938&m=play">Clicca per ascoltare la canzone - Click here to listen to the song </a><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dada.it/player/?id=8597938&m=play">Dennis DeYoung "Where I want to be"</a><br /></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-84109423857745765792009-08-08T20:33:00.000+02:002009-08-08T20:34:15.533+02:00Proper English with the "F Word"<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rX7-R54-Q8&hl=it&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rX7-R54-Q8&hl=it&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-77650044265066541132009-08-04T20:48:00.002+02:002009-08-04T20:53:34.103+02:00Wisdom<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span id="profile_status">Confucius says<br /> "A constipated man<br />does not give a crap."</span></span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-70542575475995399262009-06-13T01:32:00.003+02:002010-05-29T21:22:02.323+02:00High Crimes & Misdemeanors<div style="text-align: center;">They want <span style="font-size:180%;">you</span> to believe<br />The <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >unbelievable</span><br />They say you should accept<br />The <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">unacceptable</span><br />Forget your common sense<br />It isn't sensible<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Good times for fools and dreamers</span><br /><br />Watch 'em all <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >deny</span><br />The <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">undeniable</span></span><br />See how they refute<br />The <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:webdings;" >unrefutable</span><br />They're ready to defend<br />The indefensible<br />High times for lawyer schemers<br /><br />They say <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >we <span style="font-size:180%;">must</span> forgive</span></span><br />The <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >unforgivable</span></span><br />They want <span style="font-weight: bold;">us</span> to respect<br />The <span style="font-size:180%;">unrespectable</span><br />The pious and the hip<br />So <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hypocritical</span><br />High crimes and misdemeanors<br /><br />See <span style="font-size:180%;">how</span> they explain<br />The <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:webdings;">inexplicable</span></span><br />Watch 'em debate<br />The undebatable<br />Apparently a lie<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Is never liable</span></span><br />Prime time for talk show screamers<br /><br />They say we constitute<br />The Constitutional<br />With justice here for all<br />So justifiable<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I'm tryin' not to laugh</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">But man it's <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">laughable</span></span></span><br />High crimes and misdemeanors<br /><br />And so<br />Today we find<br />They've changed <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" >their minds</span></span><br />They've switched their points of view<br /><br />Oh what tangled webs they weave<br />When their beliefs ain't really<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >What they believe?</span><br /><br />They're trying to divide<br />The indivisible<br />Because they think we're <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">fools</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">So foolable</span></span><br />I'm tryin' <span style="font-size:130%;">not to laugh</span><br />But man <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">it's laughable</span><br />Boom times for Wall Street dreamers<br /><br />They want <span style="font-size:180%;">you</span> to believe<br />The <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">unbelievable</span></span><br />They say <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >we should accept</span><br />The unacceptable<br />The pious and the hip<br />So <span style="font-style: italic;">hypocritical</span><br />High crimes and misdemeanors<br />High crimes and misdemeanors<br />High crimes and misdemeanors<br /><br />(Dennis DeYoung)<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0iQVPtZCjY&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0iQVPtZCjY&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-3848380333372967472009-06-09T13:47:00.005+02:002009-06-09T14:08:15.292+02:00Top 10 delle città ideali dove vivere<div style="text-align: justify;">Vancouver, Vienna, Melbourne e Toronto. È questo il quartetto delle città più vivibili del mondo, secondo la classifica del Centro Studi dell’Economist, che ha preso in esame 140 centri urbani, considerando i seguenti parametri: stabilità, cura della salute, cultura e ambiente, educazione, infrastrutture.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CITTA' - PUNTEGGIO</span><br /><ul><li>1. Vancouver 98,0 </li><li>2. Vienna 97,9 </li><li>3. Melbourne 97,5 </li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Toronto 97,2 </span> </li><li>5. Perth 96,6 </li><li>5. Calgary 96,6 </li><li>7. Helsinki 96,2 </li><li>8. Ginevra 96,1 </li><li>9. Sydney 96,1 </li><li>10.Zurigo 96,1</li><li>50.Milano 89,5 </li><li>51.Londra 89,2 </li><li>52.Roma 89,0 </li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">Il Canada, con Vancouver, Toronto e Calgary, e l'Australia con Melbourne, Perth e Sidney, risultano essere i Paesi con più città "vivibili" nella top 10.<br />:)<br /></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-38443125559666485342009-06-06T20:01:00.002+02:002009-06-06T20:04:09.567+02:00Nuvole....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNxFYkl0Ca9Ei8Pr-jV6wVZpuL8ixiWP4hgMOKAsePDnrNnbugYceYWDxV-LX_dupU58Z3TzdtN0IfOFfYeEJmXgBYQkulIriZVFi2WoudbTyHdu1NqO25UKflw1vh62JAfcadA/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNxFYkl0Ca9Ei8Pr-jV6wVZpuL8ixiWP4hgMOKAsePDnrNnbugYceYWDxV-LX_dupU58Z3TzdtN0IfOFfYeEJmXgBYQkulIriZVFi2WoudbTyHdu1NqO25UKflw1vh62JAfcadA/s400/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344276862319949474" border="0" /></a>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28081911.post-4132669972451782332009-06-02T22:01:00.006+02:002010-02-19T18:37:11.146+01:00Per quelli come noi - Pooh [1966]<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="testo"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Per quelli come noi</span> c'è solo il vento</span><br /><span class="testo">parlate anche di noi solo un momento</span><br /><span class="testo">se l'erba gelerà sarà soltanto</span><br /><span class="testo">il tempo di sparir <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">senza rimpianto</span></span>.</span><br /><br /><span class="testo"><span style="font-style: italic;">Voi che <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">non vedete,</span> non sentite, <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >ma parlate</span> </span></span><br /><span class="testo"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">giudicate</span></span> solo che non siamo seri come voi. </span></span><br /><br /><span class="testo">Ma quelli come noi non sanno odiare</span><br /><span class="testo">lasciateci la forza di cantare</span><br /><span class="testo"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">non vi chiediamo niente</span> in fondo, in fondo</span><br /><span class="testo">lasciateci soltanto il nostro mondo.</span><br /><br /><span class="testo">Voi che non vedete, <span style="font-size:180%;">non sentite,</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" > ma parlate</span></span><br /><span class="testo"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >giudicate</span> solo che non siamo seri come voi.</span><br /><br /><span class="testo">Ma quelli come noi<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > non sanno odiare</span></span><br /><span class="testo">lasciateci la forza di cantare</span><br /><span class="testo">non vi chiediamo niente in fondo, in fondo</span><br /><span class="testo">lasciateci soltanto il nostro mondo</span><br /><span class="testo"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >soltanto il nostro mondo</span></span><br /><span class="testo">sì... il nostro mondo...</span><br /><span class="testo"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">soltanto</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >il nostro mondo</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >...</span><br /><span class="testo">sì... il nostro mondo...</span></div>gogangahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793617177383972904noreply@blogger.com2