<?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-14575675</id><updated>2012-01-16T16:53:35.080+01:00</updated><category term='beloved'/><category term='music'/><category term='vnv nation'/><category term='darkangel'/><category term='ebm'/><title type='text'>Victory not Vengeance</title><subtitle type='html'>..a hundred clocks are ticking the line becomes a circle,
spin the wheel of fortune or learn to navigate..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smi</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-8381123385619922920</id><published>2009-09-08T22:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:40:26.635+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vnv nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 119, 170);"&gt; Vnv - Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;it's colder than before&lt;br /&gt;the seasons took all they had come for&lt;br /&gt;now winter dances here&lt;br /&gt;it seems so fitting don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;to dress the ground in white&lt;br /&gt;and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so quiet I can hear&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts touching every second&lt;br /&gt;that I spent waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;circumstances afford me&lt;br /&gt;no second chance to tell you&lt;br /&gt;how much I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved do you know&lt;br /&gt;when the warm wind comes again&lt;br /&gt;another year will start to pass&lt;br /&gt;and please don't ask me why I'm here&lt;br /&gt;something deeper brought me&lt;br /&gt;than a need to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were once young and blessed with wings&lt;br /&gt;no heights could keeps us from their reach&lt;br /&gt;no sacred place we did not soar&lt;br /&gt;still greater things burned within us&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret the choices that I've made&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved do you know&lt;br /&gt;how many times I stared at clouds&lt;br /&gt;thinking that I saw you there&lt;br /&gt;these are feelings that do not pass so easily&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget what we claimed was ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments lost though time remains&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of what we were&lt;br /&gt;no pain remains, no feeling&lt;br /&gt;eternity awaits&lt;br /&gt;grant me wings that I might fly&lt;br /&gt;my restless soul is longing&lt;br /&gt;no pain remains, no feeling&lt;br /&gt;eternity awaits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-8381123385619922920?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/8381123385619922920/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=8381123385619922920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/8381123385619922920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/8381123385619922920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2009/09/vnv-beloved-its-colder-than-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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-14575675.post-3343351884355256975</id><published>2009-09-08T22:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:37:00.288+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vnv nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkangel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 119, 170);"&gt; Vnv - Darkangel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;In your dream you see me clear&lt;br /&gt;I have no restraint, no fear&lt;br /&gt;powerless i watched from faces i'd assumed.&lt;br /&gt;my purpose set. My will defined.&lt;br /&gt;Caress the air. Embrace the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Escape the sorrow and restraint of mortal cities.&lt;br /&gt;Give me time I will be clear. Given time you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;What posseses me to right what you have suffered.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war.&lt;br /&gt;To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.&lt;br /&gt;So many years I stood among&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts and tears of those i served.&lt;br /&gt;Among my own I was alone through my own doing.&lt;br /&gt;All the years i walked unknown behind the faces I assumed.&lt;br /&gt;Powerless to clear your mind of what you'd suffered.&lt;br /&gt;They fall again.&lt;br /&gt;They fall again.&lt;br /&gt;Give me time I will be clear.&lt;br /&gt;Given time you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;what posseses me to right what you have suffered.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this mood because of scorn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a mood for total war.&lt;br /&gt;To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.&lt;br /&gt;There is no faith in which to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Even truth is filled with lies.&lt;br /&gt;Doubting angels fall to walk among the living.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this mood because of scorn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a mood for total war.&lt;br /&gt;To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.&lt;br /&gt;I'd only come here seeking peace.&lt;br /&gt;I'd only come here seeking me.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I came to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-3343351884355256975?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/3343351884355256975/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=3343351884355256975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/3343351884355256975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/3343351884355256975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2009/09/vnv-darkangel-in-your-dream-you-see-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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-14575675.post-117623559668082929</id><published>2007-04-10T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:06:36.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ma ci passa ancora qualcuno di qua???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-117623559668082929?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/117623559668082929/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=117623559668082929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/117623559668082929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/117623559668082929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2007/04/ma-ci-passa-ancora-qualcuno-di-qua.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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-14575675.post-114945961728519921</id><published>2006-06-05T00:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:21:11.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zappingando tra i canali stasera mi sono guardato la scena finale di Sweet November, e con un misto di stupore e sorpresa ho visto passare alle spalle di Charlize Theron un tram dall'aspetto familiare, uno di quei carcassoni color arancio che fanno molto Atm.&lt;br /&gt;Preso dalla curiosità, dopo aver appurato che la città del film è San Francisco con i suoi inconfondibili saliscendi, grazie a google scopro che non ho avuto le traveggole, che davvero è un tram milanese originale donato alla città insieme ad altri dieci esemplari. Ma non è tutto: a quanto pare c'è un'azienda ad hoc che si occupa di raccogliere tram dismessi da tutti i paesi del mondo rimettendoli in circolazione per le strade di San Francisco (cit.) e ovviamente non c'è bisogno di dire che i preferiti dai cittadini sono quelli di italica origine....Sembra proprio che gli americani abbiano un'atavica invidia nei confronti della storia altrui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-114945961728519921?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/114945961728519921/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=114945961728519921&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#a7a;"&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/0512me[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/0512me%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bè eccolo il test definitivo e sicuro al 100%...Certo i risultati sono bizzarri, sono venuto goth emo e fighetto..Il peggio del peggio :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--Goth--&lt;br /&gt;1] Usi la matita nera? :no&lt;br /&gt;2] La maggior parte dei tuoi vestiti di colore nero? :si&lt;br /&gt;3] Pensi spesso alla morte? :no&lt;br /&gt;4] Vuoi morire? :no&lt;br /&gt;5] Sei un emarginato? :no&lt;br /&gt;6] Hai la pelle chiara? :no&lt;br /&gt;7] Ti piace Hot Topic? :si&lt;br /&gt;8] Ti piacciono i film di Tim Burton? :si&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Skater Punk--&lt;br /&gt;1] Sai andare sullo skateboard? :no&lt;br /&gt;2] Metti le Vans? :no&lt;br /&gt;3] Fai cretinate con i tuoi amici? :si&lt;br /&gt;4] Ti sei mai messo nei casini con la polizia? :no&lt;br /&gt;5] Guardi gli X-Games? :no&lt;br /&gt;6] Hai dei piercing? :no&lt;br /&gt;7] Ti piace o hai un mohawk? :no&lt;br /&gt;8] Indossi magliette di gruppi musicali? :no&lt;br /&gt;9] Hai mai chiamato qualcuno "poser"? :si&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fighetto--&lt;br /&gt;1] Dici spesso la parola "cioe'"? :si&lt;br /&gt;2] Fai shopping in negozi tipo Abercrombie e Fitch? :no&lt;br /&gt;3] Hai il colletto alzato? :no&lt;br /&gt;4] Hai paura di quelli che comprano da Hot Topic? :no&lt;br /&gt;5] L'unico nerd che ti piace e' Seth Cohen? :si&lt;br /&gt;6] Guardi LAGUNA BEACH? :no&lt;br /&gt;7] Ti piace la musica pop? :si&lt;br /&gt;8] Vuoi o hai gi un cagnolino? :no&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hippie--&lt;br /&gt;1] Hai i capelli lunghi? :no&lt;br /&gt;2] Hai mai fatto una t-shirt da solo? :no&lt;br /&gt;3] Vuoi la pace? :no&lt;br /&gt;4] Vuoi salvare gli animali? :no&lt;br /&gt;5] Pensi che la guerra sia inutile? :no&lt;br /&gt;6] L'amore essenziale nella tua vita? :no&lt;br /&gt;7] Ti sei mai fatto una canna? :solo con le pannocchie&lt;br /&gt;8] Ti piace il rock "classico"? :no&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gangsta--&lt;br /&gt;1] Ti comporti da "ghetto"? :no&lt;br /&gt;2] Metti bandane? :no&lt;br /&gt;3] Ti piace l'hip-hop? :no&lt;br /&gt;4] Tupac era il pi grande rapper del mondo? :si&lt;br /&gt;5] Credi sia vivo? :no&lt;br /&gt;6] Ti piacciono le pettinature afro? :un casino non parliamo della musica&lt;br /&gt;7] Hai mai detto "yo"? :ecccccertooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;8] Ti piace ballare? :si&lt;br /&gt;9] Hai roba della Baby Phat o della G-Unit? :no&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Emo--1] Piangi spesso? :no&lt;br /&gt;2] Metti felpe con il cappuccio? :si&lt;br /&gt;3] Ti piace la musica soft? :si&lt;br /&gt;4] Le persone non ti capiscono? :si&lt;br /&gt;5] Scrivi delle canzoni? :no&lt;br /&gt;6] Ti sei mai tinto i capelli di rosso o nero? :no&lt;br /&gt;7] Ti tagli? :no&lt;br /&gt;8] Sei solitario? :no&lt;br /&gt;9] L'Odio per gli innamorati? :no&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Surfer--&lt;br /&gt;1] Fai surf?:no&lt;br /&gt;2] Metti le infradito tutto l'anno? :no&lt;br /&gt;3] Hai i capelli crespi? :no&lt;br /&gt;4] Ti svegli tutti i giorni alle 6? :no&lt;br /&gt;5] Hai almeno un paio di pantaloncini? :si&lt;br /&gt;6] Sei abbronzato? :no&lt;br /&gt;8] Adesso vorresti stare in spiaggia? :si&lt;br /&gt;9] Odi i turisti? :no&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Geek--&lt;br /&gt;1] Porti gli occhiali? :no&lt;br /&gt;2] Hai dei buoni voti? :no&lt;br /&gt;3] Usi un inalatore? :no&lt;br /&gt;4] Metti le penne nelle tasche delle camicie? :no&lt;br /&gt;5] Tua madre ti sceglie i vestiti? :no&lt;br /&gt;6] Ti danno mai fastidio? :si&lt;br /&gt;7] Aspetti con ansia di andare a scuola? :no&lt;br /&gt;8] Sei timido nei confronti dell'altro sesso? :siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;"Si'" Totali: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;I've got toRun away&lt;br /&gt;I've got toGet away&lt;br /&gt;From the pain you drive in the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;The love we share&lt;br /&gt;Seems to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost my light&lt;br /&gt;For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Tainted Love - Soft Cell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-114534710770765702?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/114534710770765702/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=114534710770765702&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/114534710770765702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/114534710770765702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2006/04/priceless-b-eccolo-il-test-definitivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-114237448229459645</id><published>2006-03-14T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:35:48.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cribbio in questo blog si batte la fiacca...&lt;br /&gt;Sarà la primavera o il modem che si connette e si sconnette un po' quando gli pare e piace con mio grande disappunto...prima che decida di scioperare per l'ennesima volta vado a vedermi la sintesi della partita, di cui tra l'altro mi ero completamente dimenticato visto il faccia a faccia del secolo su raiuno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: questo è il classico post di rottura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-114237448229459645?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/114237448229459645/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=114237448229459645&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/114237448229459645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/114237448229459645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2006/03/cribbio-in-questo-blog-si-batte-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-114012194999434682</id><published>2006-02-17T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:29:17.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;LA SETTIMANA DELLA MODA II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/X-ray_Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/X-ray_Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Affezionati lettori bentornati alla periodica rubrica (non foss'altro perchè ho già avuto modo di parlarne a ottobre...) sulla settimana modaiola che si svolge come sempre nella grande mela di noialtri... E meno male che la fanno qua, aggiungerei, e non altrove come ad esempio a torino, perchè questo crogiuolo di vie chiamato città mi ha fatto davvero impressione quanto a bruttezza; probabile che piaccia solo ai torinesi, (o almeno quelli con cui ho parlato..) visto l' ardore con cui la difendono...&lt;br /&gt;Ma cambiamo completamente discorso, perchè di certo non ho sprecato un titolo con un tale spessore per parlare di una città. In verità l'interrogativo che mi assilla in quest'ultimo periodo riguarda un fabulosissimo gruppo di teenager indie-frocetti che hanno scalato le classifiche inglesi, a quanto mi dicono, facendo anche meglio dei beati tempo addietro (una quarantina d'anni fa o giù di lì). A questo punto mi domando: visto il successo planetario che sono destinati ad avere, presto ci sarà una nuova moda basata sull'acne giovanile di cui i membri del sopracitato gruppo non sono certo sprovvisti? E se sì i Mc verranno presi d'assalto dai fan che vorranno accelerare il processo di omologazione ai loro idoli?? Ancora una volta ai posteri...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This wicked city just drags you down&lt;br /&gt;You're with the red lights, your side of town&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it's easy to follow a process&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing harder than keeping a promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Blood - Editors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-114012194999434682?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/114012194999434682/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=114012194999434682&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/114012194999434682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/114012194999434682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-settimana-della-moda-ii-affezionati.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113925823313111012</id><published>2006-02-08T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:51:57.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;BUBBOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/Mosho.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/Mosho.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bè ormai sono anni che tutti quanti prima o poi se lo chiedono....ma chi è che si aggira per le vie di milano firmandosi dumbo??Chi dipinge i panettoni con facce da pinguino??? O ancora chi riempie di improperi lucifero??? Ai posteri l'ardua sentenza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll cry about this&lt;br /&gt;And hide my cuckled eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you come off all concerned&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll find no solace&lt;br /&gt;In your poor apology&lt;br /&gt;In your regret that sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;And keep singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Broken promise - Placebo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113925823313111012?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113925823313111012/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113925823313111012&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113925823313111012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113925823313111012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2006/02/bubbole-b-ormai-sono-anni-che-tutti.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113751082967845394</id><published>2006-01-17T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:10:36.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;MEMORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/Azul_Luminoso[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/Azul_Luminoso%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nella noia della tarda mattinata scioperativa mi sono trovato a ripensare con orrorifico sgomento a quando da piccini (e con piccini intendo quando si era alle elementari, visto che l'asilo non mi ha proprio visto) c'era quell'orribile moda di avere una specie di diario, o quaderno o comunque un supporto cartaceo,su cui era buona norma farsi fare un disegno con dedica da parte di tutti, e sottolineo tutti, i propri compagni di classe, in rigoroso ordine di registro. Ora, io non so se sia stata un'abile trovata da parte delle fabbriche cartiere per guadagnare più soldi, oppure una subdola manovra delle maestre che ambivano a una specializzazione in psicologia e quindi tendevano a far socializzare i bimbi in tutti modi per poi studiarne le reazioni, sta di fatto che per non essere out nella piccola società di 14 persone della classe elementare si era costretti a fare 14 disegni diversi a cadenza periodica. Con somma gioia di chi, come il sottoscritto, non sopportava qualunque attività legata al disegno a mano libera (manco a dirlo la mia maestra di disegno era proprio isterica e ovviamente le stavo anche sulle balle...). Insomma la posso tranquillamente considerare come la prima forma di violenza gratuita da parte della società perpetrata in nome di un rito collettivo, e pensare che nemmeno li vedo più da anni i miei 13 compagni di scuola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wild in the woods of love&lt;br /&gt;We harm those whom we adore&lt;br /&gt;And contrary to all good intentions&lt;br /&gt;We suffocate them in an alarming embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Wild in The Woods - Dead Can Dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113751082967845394?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113751082967845394/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113751082967845394&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113751082967845394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113751082967845394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoria-nella-noia-della-tarda.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113559918737284714</id><published>2005-12-26T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:15:47.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/Dark.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/Dark.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eccoci dunque, chi l'avrebbe detto a luglio che questo blog sarebbe arrivato fin qua, fino al momento dell'ultimo post dell'anno. Tempo di riflessioni, bilanci, promesse, classifiche dei primi cinque dischi, libri, film, concerti, vini assaggiati, birre sbagliate, pacchi tirati, pacchi presi, tutto per soddisfare la tua curiosità, mio caro lettore voyeurista. (Il perchè poi in classifica si debbano mettere sempre cinque posizioni e non sette, tredici, o due non me lo sono mai spiegato....) Bè sì, in fondo so che muori dalla voglia di saltare all'ultima riga del post per sapere qual è il miglior vino che ho assaggiato quest'anno, ma sappi fin d'ora che non te lo dirò. Ti dirò invece che per una volta posso affermare senza ombra di dubbio che questo è stato un anno buono, ha avuto i suoi momenti da dimenticare, le situazioni che è stato bello vivere e ovviamente quelle che setornassindietroadessomicomportereidiversamente, insomma i suoi difetti e i suoi pregi. Ma questi ultimi sono stati certamente più numerosi dei primi, quindi, caro lettore, con un pizzico di egoismo mi auguro che il mio 2006 sia quanto di più simile all'anno che se ne va. E dato che siamo in clima di buonismo, auguri anche a te che leggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We might live like never before&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Well how can we ask for more&lt;br /&gt;We might make love in some sacred place&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face is delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Delicate - Damien Rice)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113559918737284714?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113559918737284714/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113559918737284714&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113559918737284714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113559918737284714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-eccoci-dunque-chi-lavrebbe-detto.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113417611985902178</id><published>2005-12-10T01:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:07:06.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;(CIT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/mon_oeuil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/200/mon_oeuil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In fondo ogni persona mira alla felicità, e fare ciò che più ci piace è un modo come un altro per raggiungerla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io cambierò... Metto la testa a posto, vado avanti, rigo dritto. Scelgo la vita. Già adesso non vedo l'ora. Diventerò esattamente come voi: il lavoro, la famiglia, il maxitelevisore del cavolo, la lavatrice, la macchina, il cd e l'apriscatole elettrico. Buona salute, colesterolo basso, polizza vita, mutuo, prima casa, moda casual, valigie, salotto di tre pezzi, fai-da-te, telequiz, schifezze nella pancia, figli, a spasso nel parco, orario di ufficio, bravo a golf, l'auto lavata, tanti maglioni, natali in famiglia, pensione privata, esenzione fiscale, tirando avanti lontano dai guai, in attesa del giorno in cui morirai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lei sa rimpiangere, &lt;br /&gt;lei sa urlare a voce spenta &lt;br /&gt;e guarda immobile &lt;br /&gt;la vita d’altri che &lt;br /&gt;la rifletterà &lt;br /&gt;come un viaggio a metà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Vita d'altri - Subsonica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113417611985902178?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113417611985902178/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113417611985902178&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113417611985902178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113417611985902178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/12/cit.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113356186526246331</id><published>2005-12-02T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:23:59.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;VIAGGI II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/roz_bleu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/Laurence%20Demaison%20-%20haiku2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/200/Laurence%20Demaison%20-%20haiku2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E' quasi commovente lo sforzo con cui atm e trenitalia stanno tentando di rinnovare milano per farla stare al passo con le altri città europee. Sulla linea uno sono stati introdotti dei nuovi simpatici treni tuttidunpezzo che permettono ai pendolari/lavoratori di salire e spalmarsi lungo tutta la metro alla ricerca di un posto che non c'è. Ha dunque sortito gli effetti sperati la protesta del sindacato annunciatori Atm, che non ne potevano più di dire agli utenti di disporsi lungo tutta la banchina e che le vetture di testa o coda offrono maggiori possibilità di salita. Ma quel che più conta è che finalmente c'è stata una scelta di campo sui colori: non più un rosso vivo che poteva sicuramente dare fastidio agli occhi dei viaggiatori, ma un nuovo rosso pastello riposante per la vista e conciliante il sonno, che già di per sè è tanto. Poco importa poi se i cartelli con i nomi delle fermate sono seminascoste, in fondo dopo un po' si imparano a memoria.Sul fronte trenitalia invece, ormai da diversi mesi si può seguire con interesse l'evoluzione della stazione di porta garibaldi, che sta diventando a tutti gli effetti "internescional", come richiesto a gran voce dai numerosi utenti. Finalmente con l'apertura dei nuovi negozi i turisti stranieri che provengono da castellanza, calolziocorte, lecco maggianico, tirano, per citare solo alcune tra le più prestigiose località di villeggiatura della zona, potranno comprare pacchi di calze al duty free, e anche il viaggiatore tradizionale, nel senso che viaggia tutti i giorni, potrà concludere la sua giornata nel migliore dei modi, portandosi a casa saponi colorati mentre aspetta il treno che fa ritardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.s: Si ringrazia Ponto per la parte visuale del post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113356186526246331?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113356186526246331/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113356186526246331&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113356186526246331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113356186526246331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/12/viaggi-ii-e-quasi-commovente-lo-sforzo.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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-14575675.post-113261357146857840</id><published>2005-11-21T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:57:38.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;VIAGGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/roz_bleu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Riguardando la data dell'ultimo post sono rimasto sorpreso nel constatare che non è passato, come pensavo, un secolo da quando è stato scritto, ma solamente dieci giorni. Dieci giorni che però a ripensarci sono stati un'eternità dal punto di vista delle cose non fatte e dieci minuti da quello delle cose fatte. E questo blog appartiene in pieno alla prima categoria.&lt;br /&gt;Ma oggi qualcosa è cambiato. Dopo un weekend che definirei il peggiore degli ultimi quattro anni, dopo un viaggio sulla verde con tante persone quante se ne possono raccogliere dopo un'attesa di sette minuti alle ore 18.15, e durante un viaggio in treno sul 18.35 puntualmente in ritardo e con un ragazzo schizzato che urlava vaffanculo a tutti mi sono ritrovato a riflettere. Con un sottofondo adeguato, (i kmfdm e un loro pezzo che spugna a e fabio definirebbero tamarro...) ho realizzato che no, non è tutto qui, o meglio non può essere tutto qui. Il blog risorgerà dalle sue ceneri nonostante i gufi e le gufate, e io ritroverò quel sano distacco, quasi una velata forma di odio nei confronti di quello che ho sempre e solo considerato un riempitivo della mia vita, la scuola dell'obbligo prima, la scuola superiore, l'università dopo, e il lavoro adesso.&lt;br /&gt;Intendiamoci, nulla di personale, nè nei confronti delle persone, dei luoghi , degli ambienti che mi hanno accompagnato o mi accompagneranno ancora, nè nei confronti di qualcosa di fisicamente reale. Ma non mi si venga a dire che si deve trovare l'equilibrio tra il lavoro e la vita di tutti i giorni, perchè così per me non è mai stato e così non sarà mai. Ho tentato nell' ultimo mese, ma ho rischiato un appiattimento tale che prima o poi mi avrebbe inesorabilmente portato alla morte cerebrale. Perciò, tornerò a fare quello che ho sempre fatto, ossia considerare la domenica sera come la sottile linea di demarcazione tra la salvezza e la dannazione del lunedì mattina, e poco importa se ciò mi farà uscire di testa, io preferisco, anzi, voglio questa pazzia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113261357146857840?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113261357146857840/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113261357146857840&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113261357146857840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113261357146857840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/11/viaggi-riguardando-la-data-dellultimo.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113166193522136371</id><published>2005-11-10T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:32:15.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;IL CAPPELLAIO MATTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Non c'è più tempo per fare nulla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113166193522136371?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113166193522136371/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113166193522136371&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113166193522136371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113166193522136371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/11/il-cappellaio-matto-non-c-pi-tempo-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113076271738625986</id><published>2005-11-03T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:10:15.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;DIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/djevel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/djevel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Il seguente post è stato sottoposto a censura preventiva da parte dell'autore dato l'alto numero di improperi dovuti a contatto con il mondo del LAVORO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand,&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land,&lt;br /&gt;Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Disorder - Joy Division)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113076271738625986?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113076271738625986/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113076271738625986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113076271738625986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113076271738625986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/11/digaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-il-seguente.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-113033409798103164</id><published>2005-10-26T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:19:07.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;CAMBIAMENTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/darkrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/darkrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oggi guardando i Simpson mi sono chiesto se maggie un giorno crescerà e comincerà a parlare. Temo di aver passato troppo tempo al cazzeggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I gave but you just threw it back&lt;br /&gt;I won’t get on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me do that please&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been away but now I’m back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sometimes Always - The Jesus and Mary Chain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-113033409798103164?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/113033409798103164/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=113033409798103164&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113033409798103164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/113033409798103164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/10/cambiamenti-oggi-guardando-i-simpson.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112972941774049040</id><published>2005-10-19T17:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:55:53.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;HUMPA LUMPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/roz_bleu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/roz_bleu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ne avevo sempre sentito parlare di Willie Wonka e la fabbrica del cioccolato, se non altro perchè ad ogni natale illustri verderesi (ma si dirà così?) erano soliti citarlo con tanto di spropositati apprezzamenti in occasione dell'ennesimo passaggio televisivo. Ma come ogni film che viene riproposto solo in occasione del natale mi sono sempre rifiutato di guardarlo (a parte asterix, quello lo guardo sempre, ma vabbè non è mica un film...). Bè sono rimasto invece davvero sorpreso in positivo dal cioccolatiere, certo magari è merito di burton che ha rivisitato la versione "ORIGINALE", (anche se ci sono pareri discordanti circa l'opportunità di usare questo termine ehhehe), o magari degli humpa lumpa...Sta di fatto che è venuto fuori qualcosa di molto carino, non resta che vedere corpse bride.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you touch you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal&lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today&lt;br /&gt;Please destroy me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Destroy Everything You Touch - Ladytron)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112972941774049040?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112972941774049040/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112972941774049040&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112972941774049040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112972941774049040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/10/humpa-lumpa-ne-avevo-sempre-sentito.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112903424900430471</id><published>2005-10-11T14:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:13:32.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;CIELO AVORIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bè non c'è che dire, l'ultimo post ha avuto particolare successo tra gli utenti anonimi...Non riesco proprio a capire il perchè :P&lt;br /&gt;Avendo modo in questi giorni di sentire spesso la radio, mi è capitato di ascoltare ripetutamente l'ultima canzone di giovanotti, e mi sono venuti in mente i commenti non proprio simpatici di un illustre osnaghese che risalgono ad almeno un paio di anni fa, oltre allo sketch che hanno rifatto vedere su blob qualche giorno fa, in cui a giovanotti stesso intervistato da dario vergassola si chiede se consiglia di sopprimere subito dj francesco, visto che sta seguendo le sue orme...&lt;br /&gt;Cmq non esprimerò giudizi sulla canzone in sè e per sè, anche perchè a gg piace molto giovanotti e poi mi si incazza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen &lt;br /&gt;On both ways you can get in &lt;br /&gt;Don't think twice before you listen to your heart &lt;br /&gt;Follow the trace for a new start &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Gravity of love - Enigma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112903424900430471?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112903424900430471/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112903424900430471&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112903424900430471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112903424900430471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/10/cielo-avorio-b-non-c-che-dire-lultimo.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112835679013954663</id><published>2005-10-03T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:03:10.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;LA SETTIMANA DELLA MODA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/Vermillon_sph??re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/Vermillon_sph%3F%3Fre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bè lungo tempo è passato dall'ultimo post, l'autunno, o per meglio dire l'inverno visto che oggi si gela, è arrivato e francamente preferivo l'estate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ma tanto poi d'estate fa troppo caldo e allora ci si lamenta e si aspetta l'inverno. Insomma, il tempo va alla rovescia, se anche gli americani hanno deciso di appendere le scarpette al chiodo e hanno prospettato di aderire al protocollo di Kyoto. Strano che succeda proprio dopo che un paio di uragani sono arrivati sulle loro coste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Meno male che a Milano, tra un colloquio e l'altro, ho avuto occasione di partecipare anch'io nel mio piccolo alla settimana della moda, osservando comodamente seduto e in buona compagnia il mondo internescional di Brera, un piccolo angolo che riesce a farti riappacificare con la città dopo mezz'ora passata a trovare parcheggio...Per finire, menzione d'onore alla notizia della settimana scorsa riportata da nientepopodimenoche il corsera della casalinga che non riconosce nessuno, nè marito, nè figli, neanche le cipolle al supermercato...Ma Berlusconi e Gesù sì, quelli li riconosce...Ditemi se tutto ciò non è priceless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh the witching time,&lt;br /&gt;like a blackened pearl.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how useless seem&lt;br /&gt;the offers of this world.&lt;br /&gt;A shroud is wrapped and bound,&lt;br /&gt;to Gallows led away&lt;br /&gt;though innocence is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hate - London After Midnight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112835679013954663?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112835679013954663/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112835679013954663&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112835679013954663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112835679013954663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-settimana-della-moda-b-lungo-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112712788393627428</id><published>2005-09-19T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:12:01.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;SETTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Venghino siore e siori venghino al circo di Oltrequando grandi e piccini siete tutti invitati ad aspettarvi cose mai viste dall'altro mondo zucchero filato nero scorre a fiumi SETTE e non più SETTE topolino repetto e pluto magari pure max e chissà che non troviate anche il sorriso di Brandy....&lt;br /&gt;Applausi, prego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She walking like a killer&lt;br /&gt;She another night another pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere places nowhere faces no one wants to see&lt;br /&gt;No education it's the arse of the nation&lt;br /&gt;She is bad she is bored she is bony she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(She - Suede)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112712788393627428?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112712788393627428/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112712788393627428&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112712788393627428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112712788393627428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/09/sette-venghino-siore-e-siori-venghino.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112656243897606980</id><published>2005-09-12T23:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:04:43.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;CASALINGHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/Hatchet_Man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/Hatchet_Man1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Secondo post consecutivo che prende spunto dallo scatolotto televisivo, e soprattutto da mamma rai. Che sia il segno che tutti aspettavano della riscossa del servizio pubblico o semplicemente il momento di riconoscere che il divano (il mio) sta diventando troppo protagonista??&lt;br /&gt;Nell'attesa di una risposta Le casalinghe disperate mi hanno davvero sorpreso, anche perchè mi aspettavo nè più nè meno la copia di sesso e "la" città che era di per sè abbastanza pietoso... E invece riconosco che la serie si prospetta davvero interessante, con un'ottima commistione tra serio e faceto.. Se poi Eva non facesse cadere una mela in testa ad Adamo per annunciare ogni pubblicità sarebbe meglio, ma non si può avere tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Ora non rimane che attendere Lost, che a detta di illustri frequentatori della city è l'evento televisivo dell'anno. (eccezion fatta ovviamente per la talpa con il beckam nostrano O_O) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suddenly I stop&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in a forest&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;The girl was never there&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm running towards nothing&lt;br /&gt;Again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A forest - The Cure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112656243897606980?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112656243897606980/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112656243897606980&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112656243897606980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112656243897606980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/09/casalinghe-secondo-post-consecutivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112595929950484939</id><published>2005-09-06T23:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:50:56.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;COLIGNON DA SCHIAFFON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/amy_lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/amy_lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dovevo essere rimasto ormai l'unico sulla terra a non aver ancora visto Amélie Poulain ma finalmente stasera grazie a mamma Rai ho colmato questa lacuna...Legandomi sul divano per resistere alla tentazione di andare a fondare una nuova colonia sono riuscito ad arrivare alle parole "That's all folks!" e a dire il vero non è che abbia ben capito da dove sia derivato il successo planetario del film. Forse buona parte del merito sta nella fotografia, ma scegliere Parigi come locazione, con i suoi vicoletti e i palazzi fatiscenti (anche se di questi tempi non vanno per la maggiore), rappresenta già di per sè un vantaggio non indifferente, come sa chi ha visto Femme Fatale. O forse il merito è della Tautou; direi che nel suo caso calza a pennello la battuta del produttore cinematografico nel Padrino: "Il personaggio sembra fatto su misura per lui, questa parte gli darebbe una popolarità straordinaria..." Ad ogni modo scartabellando qua e là ho scoperto che il protagonista maschile è nientepopòdimeno che Mathieu Kassovitz (guardatevi "L'odio"), e che qualche cervellone italiano ha deciso di cambiare il titolo francese, che originariamente era "Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se qualcuno capisce il perchè alzi la mano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful boy and tears boy&lt;br /&gt;And all in your innerspace boy you had&lt;br /&gt;Hands girl boy and steel boy you had&lt;br /&gt;Chemicals boy I’ve grown so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Boy and you just groan boy she said&lt;br /&gt;Comeover comeover she smiled at you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Born Slippy - Underworld)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112595929950484939?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112595929950484939/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112595929950484939&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112595929950484939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112595929950484939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/09/colignon-da-schiaffon-dovevo-essere.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112480278828707203</id><published>2005-08-29T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:25:27.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;ЦHИЕДО ЦОЦА, МИ ДАННО ПЕПСИ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/diablesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/diablesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ebbene come ho già avuto modo di osservare parlandone con qualcuno (che tra l'altro ha condiviso in pieno le mie affermazioni) quest'anno la botta del rientro si è manifestata più forte che mai. Mi ci è voluta infatti una settimana intera per cominciare ad abituarmi di nuovo alla desolazione di questo paesino chiamato Italia. Sicuramente prima o poi tutto ritornerà come prima, ma ora come ora non riesco proprio a ricordare come passavo i giorni prima di partire....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Detto questo sotto la pressione di Gg passiamo alle vacanze. Dove si va l'anno prossimo? Si torna in Russia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stesso tasso di gioia assuefatti alla noia&lt;br /&gt;Viviamo così mondi sommersi tutti da scoprire&lt;br /&gt;Un cambio graduale che sia dentro o sia Fuori&lt;br /&gt;Non è facile per mantenere tutto il mio calore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Goccia a goccia - Litfiba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112480278828707203?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112480278828707203/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112480278828707203&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112480278828707203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112480278828707203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/08/h-ebbene-come-ho-gi-avuto-modo-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112291827408042135</id><published>2005-08-03T00:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:48:51.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;PARTENZE INTELLIGENTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/converse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/converse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Affezionati lettori del blog (:P), giunge il momento di augurarvi buone vacanze, sia che partiate, sia che restiate a godervi lo stupendo(!) sole milanese o di qualunque altra landa voi siate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ci rivediamo tra un po' (sìsì lo che suona un po' come una minaccia, ma state pure tranquilli....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;untrue as true can be&lt;br /&gt;we're seeking endlessly&lt;br /&gt;no answers for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;we'll drown in our sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Vanished - Front Line Assembly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112291827408042135?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112291827408042135/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112291827408042135&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112291827408042135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112291827408042135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/08/partenze-intelligenti-affezionati.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112263772307305942</id><published>2005-08-01T01:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:08:34.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;LIBERTA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/blueangel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/200/blueangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Notte, di ritorno da Milano, finestrini aperti e in sottofondo Violator. Ecco come mi sono reso conto per la prima volta di essere finalmente libero. Libero da impegni e scadenze che mi hanno assillato per anni, e che ormai erano diventati questione d'abitudine. Ci ho messo una settimana per rendermene conto, e naturalmente so, come già ha pronosticato chi ci è passato prima di me, che ben presto rientrerò nei ranghi dell'ordinaria amministrazione. Intanto però mi godo il momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi sia consentito un inciso per celebrare degnamente, ben 14 anni dopo l'ultimo l'oro iridato di Giorgio Lamberti ottenuto nei 200 sl, la vittoria mondiale di Magnini nei 100 sl, la più suggestiva tra le gare di nuoto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now that I´m clean&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I´ve broken my fall&lt;br /&gt;Put an end to it all&lt;br /&gt;I´ve changed my routine&lt;br /&gt;Now I´m clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Clean - Depeche Mode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112263772307305942?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112263772307305942/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112263772307305942&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112263772307305942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112263772307305942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/08/liberta-notte-di-ritorno-da-milano.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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-14575675.post-112242135709578974</id><published>2005-07-27T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:48:54.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;LA GIAPPONATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/200/purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Capita.&lt;br /&gt;Mi capita alle volte di ritrovarmi in mezzo a gente strana. Gente bizzarra, si intende, almeno per me. Gente che balla su piste saponate, che si muove a mo' di burattino, al ritmo di musica tutta uguale, con abbronzature degne del miglior sole caraibico.&lt;br /&gt;Gente che per un tavolo arriva a dire "vatteneviasennòtiarrivaunalamatainpancia" con gli occhi fuori dalle orbite.&lt;br /&gt;E allora ti chiedi dov'è sarà finita la gente come te, quella che "nontidòunalamatainpancia,neanchecigiroconunalama".&lt;br /&gt;E durante la serata realizzi che ultimamente ti diverti sempre meno, perchè tutto ti pare uguale. E che capita ormai sempre più spesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[DISCLAIMER: Questo post va a collocarsi temporalmente nella passata settimana. Tuttavia, per diversi motivi, la pubblicazione avviene solo ora. Ci scusiamo con gli eventuali lettori.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se fosse facile fare così &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poterti dire già quello che so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farebbe freddo in un attimo che&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passerà.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nuvole rapide - Subsonica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112242135709578974?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112242135709578974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112242135709578974&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112242135709578974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112242135709578974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-giapponata-capita.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112205266061868815</id><published>2005-07-22T19:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T02:14:16.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;SIPARIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/joey_jordison-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/200/joey_jordison-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ora che è tutto finito, al termine di una giornata estenuante, voglio ringraziare chi c'era e, ovviamente, chi non ha potuto esserci per motivi di forza maggiore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grazie ancora a tutti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a hundred clocks are ticking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the line becomes a circle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spin the wheel of fortune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or learn to navigate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Call the ships to port - Covenant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112205266061868815?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112205266061868815/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112205266061868815&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112205266061868815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112205266061868815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/07/sipario-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575675.post-112170060922391288</id><published>2005-07-18T06:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:53:08.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a7a;"&gt;LA MODA, CHISSA'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/1600/??????MM22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2717/1323/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3FMM22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ebbene sì, ecco un nuovo blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Non &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;se ne sentiva l'esigenza, direte voi, vista la moltitudine già esistente. Avete ragione, rispondo io, ma con la fatica che ho fatto tra le mille opzioni disponibili per aprirlo almeno un post se lo merita.&lt;br /&gt;Sembra facile creare un blog, ma fin dall' inizio bisogna fare un sacco di scelte. E scegli il nome e il titolo e il colore (ma forse questa è la scelta più semplice...) e il fuso orario(!) e la data. Poi devi scegliere uno stile: linguaggio aulico, flusso di coscienza, citazioni...C'è chi parla di banalità, chi di avvenimenti quotidiani, chi di politica, e chi filosofeggia...&lt;br /&gt;Ma in tutto ciò la domanda che sta a monte è: perchè aprirlo?&lt;br /&gt;Bè magari sarà per la noia in questo particolare periodo, magari tra una settimana, quando potrò fare altro, smetterò di scrivere, oppure è semplicemente una questione di moda, chissà...&lt;br /&gt;Staremo a vedere, in fondo persone migliori di &lt;a href="http://chaociao.blogspot.com/"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt; ci hanno già provato e hanno rinunciato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And we can live on forever,&lt;br /&gt;Spend our whole lives together,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't,&lt;br /&gt;Know how to do it yet,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it's done.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Forever - Necessary response)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14575675-112170060922391288?l=bakur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/feeds/112170060922391288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14575675&amp;postID=112170060922391288&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112170060922391288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14575675/posts/default/112170060922391288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakur.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-moda-chissa_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Smi</name><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>56</thr:total></entry></feed>
