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			<title>It's like you never had wings.</title>
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			<published>2009-10-24T22:36:22Z</published>
			<updated>2009-10-24T15:44:02Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/24//#112441-1256416582-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/112441-1256416582-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lei, madre che stringe le mani in chiesa.
&lt;em&gt;I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings&lt;/em&gt;
Lei, madre che piange in chiesa.
&lt;em&gt;I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the lungs to
Blow me away&lt;/em&gt;
Lei, madre che dorme in chiesa.
&lt;em&gt;I've watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change.&lt;/em&gt;
Lei, madre che in chiesa non ci va pi&amp;ugrave;.



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			<title>Steck eine Banane in dein Ohr.</title>
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			<published>2009-10-11T21:43:56Z</published>
			<updated>2009-10-11T14:50:31Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/11//#112441-1255290236-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos/112441-1255290236-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/11//#112441-1255290236-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos/112441-1255290236-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Guardi che ha una banana nell'orecchio! 
- Come? 
- Ho detto: guardi che ha una banana nell'orecchio!!!
- Cosa??? 
- HA UNA BANANA NELL'ORECCHIOOO!!! 
- Ma parli un po' pi&amp;ugrave; forte! Non vede che ho una banana nell'orecchio?


Dedicate a:
Charlie l'unicorno nonch&amp;egrave; Re delle Banane.
Franck il fenicottero verde.
E, ultima ma non ultima, Mirtilla Malcontenta. La mia musa ispiratrice che, dice, ci tiene venga tenuta segreta la sua vera identit&amp;agrave;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>Was it a car or a cat i saW.</title>
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			<published>2009-10-09T21:52:43Z</published>
			<updated>2009-10-09T14:53:57Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/09//#112441-1255117963-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/112441-1255117963-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/09//#112441-1255117963-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/112441-1255117963-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/09//#112441-1255117963-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/112441-1255117963-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/09//#112441-1255117963-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/112441-1255117963-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/09//#112441-1255117963-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/112441-1255117963-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una canzone che parli di te soprattutto dove le parole non ci sono.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>Remington.</title>
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			<published>2009-10-03T19:50:57Z</published>
			<updated>2009-10-03T12:51:08Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/10/03//#112441-1254592257-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos/112441-1254592257-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una cosa che ricorder&amp;ograve; sempre.
E' il rumore dei tasti.
Appannati.
Atterrare gi&amp;ugrave;.
Dal terzo piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>Le solite cose.</title>
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			<published>2009-09-11T22:28:45Z</published>
			<updated>2009-09-11T15:30:09Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/09/11//#112441-1252700925-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1252700925-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/09/11//#112441-1252700925-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1252700925-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/09/11//#112441-1252700925-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1252700925-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/09/11//#112441-1252700925-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1252700925-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/09/11//#112441-1252700925-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1252700925-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Solo un ringraziamento speciale al braccio di Para che ha roteato fino a fare male per rendermi possibili le ultime foto e ai due litri di latte portatimi in dono dall'Ale e usati in seguito per speghere il fuoco.
Tanto non potevo berlo.
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			<title>Der Ball ist im Garten.</title>
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			<published>2009-09-07T21:35:51Z</published>
			<updated>2009-09-07T14:40:36Z</updated>
			
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-Tr&amp;auml;umst du mit mir heut Nacht?
-Ich Tr&amp;auml;ume von dir .


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			<title>Twelve</title>
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			<published>2009-08-14T21:39:56Z</published>
			<updated>2009-08-15T03:00:38Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/08/14//#112441-1250278796-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1250278796-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/08/14//#112441-1250278796-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1250278796-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/08/14//#112441-1250278796-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1250278796-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;N&amp;egrave; te. N&amp;egrave; altrove. 
With my eyes closed.
While you look stra-far away.

Ad E.B.
Prima che parta e mi lasci qua a piedi nudi ad aspettare.
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			<title>Trichotillosis</title>
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			<published>2009-08-14T13:38:56Z</published>
			<updated>2009-08-23T04:34:10Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/08/13//#112441-1250249936-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/112441-1250249936-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Io ascolto attentamente tutto attorno cos&amp;igrave; riesco anche ad accorgermi che trillo fa il telefono se gli rimetti la suoneria.
&amp;laquo;Pronto pronto&amp;raquo; dico io.
&amp;laquo;An... riusciamo a stare un po' assieme o no?&amp;raquo; dice Sophie con aria scocciata.
&amp;laquo;Io ci provo&amp;raquo; rispondo.
&amp;laquo;Provi a fare cosa?&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;A rimettermi assieme, dove siete?&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Siamo nel Green Village, allo stand Renault.&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Cosa state facendo allo stand Renault, Sophie?&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Nuotiamo nelle palline colorate.&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Certo, ovvio, che domanda idiota.&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Ci vediamo qui.&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Solo se ci si pu&amp;ograve; tuffare.&amp;raquo;
&amp;laquo;Certo che si pu&amp;ograve;, ti aspettiamo.&amp;raquo;

  &lt;em&gt;Quando ero piccolo ballavo davanti allo specchio in camera mia sognando inferni e paradisi, angeli caduti e sirene strabiche.
  Sognavo la fine del mondo in un musical pieno di lampadine rotonde da far scoppiare tutte assieme mentre aggrappato a lunghe funi lasciavo il palcoscenico in mezzo a fumo e saette sul pubblico, su John Travolta, sulle quinte, sui camerini, Dustin Hoffman e le scenografie.
  Ti &amp;egrave; mai capitato?&lt;/em&gt;"

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			<title>Sun's Going Down</title>
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			<published>2009-07-31T23:29:23Z</published>
			<updated>2009-07-31T16:31:53Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/07/31//#112441-1249075763-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos8/112441-1249075763-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>Nè qui. Nè altrove.</title>
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			<published>2009-07-27T12:03:24Z</published>
			<updated>2009-07-27T05:04:35Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/07/27//#112441-1248689004-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos2/112441-1248689004-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/07/27//#112441-1248689004-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos2/112441-1248689004-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/maris7amber/2009/07/27//#112441-1248689004-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos2/112441-1248689004-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nella scomposizione del significato
dalle parole nascono per uccidere
e partorire l'essere distrutto e ricreato
sul linguaggio preso in prestito dal malinteso
sul crinale come sull'asse d'equilibrio
l'ambiguit&amp;agrave; della corda tesa a separare 
dagli opposti la divisione formale nell'analisi
riconduce la parola all'espressione algebrica
nell'annullamento dell'essere parla se stesso
nella congiunzione delle coordinate riproduce
la traiettoria geometrica di un pensiero
a cui dando un nome contemporaneamente
viene recisa alla radice l'altra esistenza"


regina f. mutini, taboga
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