<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 02:44:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>50019ID - Ciò che riguarda la mia vita più che altro</title><description></description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-8202099627464763505</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 09:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T02:56:20.367-07:00</atom:updated><title>UNA NUOVA FASE</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SuAmSQ8181I/AAAAAAAABnY/hoUTy14wQLg/s1600-h/ScrittaFASE%2B_BN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SuAmSQ8181I/AAAAAAAABnY/hoUTy14wQLg/s320/ScrittaFASE%2B_BN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395354448819516242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook mi ha annoiato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' stato un nuovo grande divertimento all'inizio, e questo vale un pò per tutti credo, perché è indiscutibile l'utilità che mostra nel riallacciare certi rapporti inevitabilmente e, oserei dire, involontariamente persi nell'evoluzione continua di contatti, esperienze e conoscenze che fanno il succo della vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed è così che ci siamo ritrovati con Fabio. E da questo ritrovarsi prende vita una nuova FASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La FASE+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dovrei quindi ringraziarlo 'sto Facebook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naaa.. Facebook mi ha annoiato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-8202099627464763505?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-nuova-fase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SuAmSQ8181I/AAAAAAAABnY/hoUTy14wQLg/s72-c/ScrittaFASE%2B_BN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-1719959786942321312</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T20:45:23.820-07:00</atom:updated><title>. Grande Merino</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SP6hu6poKlI/AAAAAAAABio/JfwYnSejnK4/s1600-h/Foto+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SP6hu6poKlI/AAAAAAAABio/JfwYnSejnK4/s400/Foto+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259819242205227602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Ott 2008&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Città del Messico è una megalopoli. Percorrendo una strada sopraelevata abbiamo potuto osservare una distesa di case, palazzi, edifici vari, davvero impressionante. Un mare, anzi, un oceano di tetti, terrazze, balconi, panni stesi, comignoli, cavi elettrici, pali, luci, smog. Sono ancora in preda alla "sindrome da fuso orario", o almeno è a questo che attribuisco lo stato di rincoglionimento che da ieri mi pervade. Stamani c'è stato l'incontro con l'arch. Merino, a quanto pare una vera istituzione. Mi aspettavo molto di più di quel che poi si è rivelato. Il personaggio tanto temuto (per via di ciò che ci era stato detto) si presenta come un settantenne magro, piuttosto alto, sempre col sorriso sulle labbra e dolce nei modi e nelle parole. Che sia stato solo un insieme di "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atteggiamenti di circostanza&lt;/span&gt;"? Che sia in realtà un rude messicano rissoso celato dietro una quieta apparenza? Non lo so. Ma stamani è stato fantastico. Ci ha detto 1000, ma forse anche 2000 volte, di chiedere tutto ciò che desideravamo, di farci accompagnare in ogni angolo della città che avessimo voluto vedere, di restare tutto il tempo necessario. Che dire? Merino stamani mi è apparso grandioso. A misura di questa immensa città.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-1719959786942321312?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/10/grande-merino.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SP6hu6poKlI/AAAAAAAABio/JfwYnSejnK4/s72-c/Foto+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-4546218796539653945</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 12:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T05:54:44.070-07:00</atom:updated><title>Può capitare</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Può capitare che una sera incontri un vecchio amico, dopo anni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Può capitare che ti inviti ad una festa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Può capitare di finire sul palco con lui come ai vecchi tempi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Può capitare se conosci "ì Rosi". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SNzaCH0CLLI/AAAAAAAABJc/kIyk0M3XeRo/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SNzaCH0CLLI/AAAAAAAABJc/kIyk0M3XeRo/s400/web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250310995599043762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-4546218796539653945?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/09/pu-capitare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SNzaCH0CLLI/AAAAAAAABJc/kIyk0M3XeRo/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-5683175396891382664</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 09:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T02:12:57.323-07:00</atom:updated><title>VOGLIO CAMMINARE</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SJV0oN2bB6I/AAAAAAAABGM/ENyhM7RE2QI/s1600-h/high_walk_by_ahermin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SJV0oN2bB6I/AAAAAAAABGM/ENyhM7RE2QI/s320/high_walk_by_ahermin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230214776522213282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domenica 3 Agosto 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sono alla disperata ricerca di un'idea. Devo disegnare il logo per un'azienda che sta nascendo. Lavoro che mi è stato commissionato da uno sconosciuto olandese, che vive a Barcelona, coinquilino dei miei cari amici Ronny e Vane. Ascolto Ennio Morricone e penso al mare, alla sabbia, alla calma. E nel frattempo, in pieno "brain storm", mi sono imbattuto in questa foto, che mi è piaciuta. Molto. Mi fa pensare che quando vogliamo, possiamo andare ovunque, camminare sopra ogni cosa, in bilico su qualsiasi dubbio e pensiero. Io voglio camminare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-5683175396891382664?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/08/voglia-di-mare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/SJV0oN2bB6I/AAAAAAAABGM/ENyhM7RE2QI/s72-c/high_walk_by_ahermin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-7391641301942152940</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T14:34:41.706-07:00</atom:updated><title>E' PRIMAVERA.. SVEGLIATEVI BAMBINE.. ALLE CASCINE, MESSERE APRILE FA IL RUBACUOR..</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R_FYKCUvGfI/AAAAAAAABEo/r9mwYk2dGoE/s1600-h/Immagine+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R_FYKCUvGfI/AAAAAAAABEo/r9mwYk2dGoE/s400/Immagine+030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184021575525931506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh si, anche quest'anno sembra che la primavera (un pò a fatica per la verità) stia arrivando ad allietare le nostre giornate. Niente di più bello di una bella dormita sdraiati al sole. Non so voi, ma io ne ho proprio bisogno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-7391641301942152940?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-primavera-svegliatevi-bambine-alle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R_FYKCUvGfI/AAAAAAAABEo/r9mwYk2dGoE/s72-c/Immagine+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-6544095887666111049</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T09:16:05.970-08:00</atom:updated><title>UN ABBRACCIO FORTE A TUTTI</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R8BThF4RGXI/AAAAAAAABCs/CtjAhb4ygss/s1600-h/fotomontaggio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R8BThF4RGXI/AAAAAAAABCs/CtjAhb4ygss/s400/fotomontaggio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170224200200296818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barcellona mi sarebbe piaciuta meno senza di voi. Aspettatemi che torno. E andiamo a finirci di mojitos al Rabipelao. Ciao ragazzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-6544095887666111049?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/02/un-abbraccio-forte-tutti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R8BThF4RGXI/AAAAAAAABCs/CtjAhb4ygss/s72-c/fotomontaggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-2442040621726982081</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T01:42:58.251-08:00</atom:updated><title>STASERA? CARBONARA</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7ck_F4RF5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/CnMq3Y3VBZ0/s1600-h/DSCN3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7ck_F4RF5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/CnMq3Y3VBZ0/s400/DSCN3330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639763759470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se è vero che son sempre stato un appassionato della "carbonara", qui a Barcelona ne sto proprio abusando. Che ci posso fare, è più forte di me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-2442040621726982081?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/02/stasera-carbonara.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7ck_F4RF5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/CnMq3Y3VBZ0/s72-c/DSCN3330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-941511226858431666</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T01:46:59.554-08:00</atom:updated><title>E SPETTACOLO SIA</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7ckM14RF4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/kRIHAmS-gyQ/s1600-h/DSCN3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7ckM14RF4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/kRIHAmS-gyQ/s400/DSCN3328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167638900471043970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Il Venerdì sera si verifica un evento a dir poco strabiliante. Lo spettacolo delle "fontane danzanti". Ai piedi della collina di Montjuic, le luci, i suoni e le migliaia e migliaia di litri di acqua che danza a ritmo di musica, creano un'atmosfera magica, quasi surreale. E dalla terrazza del "mio" superattico (che parolona, eh?) così si presenta la cosa... Senza parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7cjtl4RF3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c49CFmGrpsk/s1600-h/DSCN3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-941511226858431666?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/02/difficile-da-abbandonare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7ckM14RF4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/kRIHAmS-gyQ/s72-c/DSCN3328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-7987859047517290258</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-11T05:28:41.360-08:00</atom:updated><title>LA MUSICA</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7BMql4RFqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/hT6z6_iCiWw/s1600-h/DSC_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7BMql4RFqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/hT6z6_iCiWw/s320/DSC_1873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165713067200288418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una costante della mia vita. Un qualcosa che non si spiega. Ma la musica non passa mai, non finisce mai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-7987859047517290258?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-musica_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R7BMql4RFqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/hT6z6_iCiWw/s72-c/DSC_1873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-5761796242959303697</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-09T01:49:38.309-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R6ugyzfigwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YIud5kVRus4/s1600-h/DSCN3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R6ugyzfigwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YIud5kVRus4/s400/DSCN3261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164398192386802434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BARCELONA - Qualche tempo fa era un sogno. Adesso mi alzo, esco in terrazza e sono di fronte all'anntenna di Calatrava. Ai piedi del Tibidabo. A due passi da Pl. d'Espanya. Non so per quanto durerà. So soltanto che sarà sempre un magnifico pensare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-5761796242959303697?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/02/qualche-tempo-fa-mi-pareva-un-sogno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R6ugyzfigwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YIud5kVRus4/s72-c/DSCN3261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-5886149039409772897</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T02:25:23.508-08:00</atom:updated><title>NEPAL</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R6r9xjfiguI/AAAAAAAAA50/TFAr0REdne0/s1600-h/P9060127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R6r9xjfiguI/AAAAAAAAA50/TFAr0REdne0/s400/P9060127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164218950516638434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d68zfigfI/AAAAAAAAA30/W_VpxwrX4BA/s1600-h/Immagine+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d68zfigfI/AAAAAAAAA30/W_VpxwrX4BA/s400/Immagine+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158727083209425394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una delle esperienze più belle che ho vissuto. Ciao grande Mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-5886149039409772897?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_8903.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R6r9xjfiguI/AAAAAAAAA50/TFAr0REdne0/s72-c/P9060127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-7780014630989674704</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T02:07:19.415-08:00</atom:updated><title>LAGOS - Portogallo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d3qDfigbI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/oOMd7f1FQ_8/s1600-h/Lagos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d3qDfigbI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/oOMd7f1FQ_8/s400/Lagos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158723462551994802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gli amici son sempre gli amici. Anche quando si tratta di fare 2 settimane di stretta convivenza in camper, sfiorando le coltellate... Poi ci pensano i ladri a far rinascere lo spirito di gruppo. Oh, se qualcuno capita a Madrid e avvista uno zingaro con una Fred Perry blu, un sector al polso e che suona una chitarra chiamatemi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-7780014630989674704?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_707.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d3qDfigbI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/oOMd7f1FQ_8/s72-c/Lagos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-2488363676802995759</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-24T04:52:30.504-08:00</atom:updated><title>DOLOMITI</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d3ZjfigaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nWZzVbdDWVc/s1600-h/DolomitiBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d3ZjfigaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nWZzVbdDWVc/s400/DolomitiBlog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158723179084153250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una delle cose che più amo fare è camminare all'aria aperta. Anche se si tratta di faticare e sudare con uno zaino che pesa più di me sulle spalle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-2488363676802995759?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_9390.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d3ZjfigaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nWZzVbdDWVc/s72-c/DolomitiBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374880266590620161.post-6552177298480960063</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-24T05:03:12.714-08:00</atom:updated><title>ISOLA D'ELBA</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d2vDfigZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/SnSi03-uc_E/s1600-h/Io+e+il+Duca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d2vDfigZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/SnSi03-uc_E/s400/Io+e+il+Duca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158722448939712914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un'altra grande passione. La moto. Da non fraintendere con quell'oggettino che tanti tengono in garage e lo lucidano a specchio e lo puliscono in continuazione percorrendo si e no 100 km in un anno. A me piace viverla la moto. Quello che adoro è la sensazione che ti viene dal guidarla. Che ti viene dal sentire il vento in faccia e il serbatoio stretto fra le cosce. Gli shampoo e i trattamenti di bellezza li lascio agli altri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374880266590620161-6552177298480960063?l=50019id-pers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://50019id-pers.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (50019)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceCGEmqJHoA/R5d2vDfigZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/SnSi03-uc_E/s72-c/Io+e+il+Duca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>