tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17950690862248588622024-03-13T09:03:13.450+01:00archifieldun blog che non pensafieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-57770081368232653732009-12-21T08:54:00.001+01:002009-12-21T08:55:33.559+01:00..mi sono costretto a fare lo stupido per poter sembrare un po' più uomofieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-3922563694757196532009-12-17T08:53:00.001+01:002009-12-17T08:57:28.063+01:00__.non penso mai quel che dicofieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-89669364398363516702009-11-21T19:08:00.001+01:002009-11-21T19:09:36.686+01:00.vorrei poter sognare a occhi aperti per poter pensare che ciò che vivo sia davvero ciò che vogliofieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-44056863381964951012009-11-21T19:07:00.001+01:002009-11-21T19:07:58.266+01:00orienteè un bambino che non sai capirefieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-24997575416301552282009-11-14T01:13:00.001+01:002009-11-21T19:14:12.615+01:00orienteè la rivelazione di un'albafieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-56637000056836309982009-11-14T01:12:00.000+01:002009-11-14T01:13:43.526+01:00orienteè la rivelazione di un colore, di un immaginariofieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-43597779569144208992009-10-31T12:23:00.001+01:002009-10-31T12:23:31.469+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: medium; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); ">la sfiga mi perseguita.... rovina quel poco che basta le mie grandi fortune</span>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-7764856925673471412009-10-20T20:10:00.000+02:002009-10-20T20:11:09.368+02:00non sono immaturo<div>sono solo estremamente ignorante</div>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-22970967303209777932009-09-08T00:03:00.000+02:002009-09-08T00:04:17.501+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: medium; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); ">ed è come se sognassi in continuazione: dimentico quello che mi accade dopo pochi minuti e mi rimane solo una sensazione di vita... non un vero ricordo</span>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-48396729067085042282009-09-01T00:40:00.000+02:002009-09-01T00:41:28.974+02:00tutto ciò che poteva<div>tutto ciò che non doveva</div>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-14548726758088479292009-08-23T12:01:00.000+02:002009-08-23T12:03:26.188+02:00ti amo in maniera disordinata e non mi restano che atomi di tefieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-71684138978062689772009-08-16T07:37:00.001+02:002009-08-16T07:37:31.941+02:00sono vegetariano da quando amo le piantefieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-53887006165551391592009-08-07T23:28:00.000+02:002009-08-08T23:29:16.393+02:00tu ti arrabbi perché io mi arrabbio.... la vuoi smettere di imitarmi?fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-14850429666797929082009-07-25T22:29:00.001+02:002009-07-25T22:29:48.618+02:00da piccolo sognava di avere un cavallo da febbre per scuolare la marinafieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-484074403248773402009-07-25T22:27:00.000+02:002009-07-25T22:29:08.427+02:00bella questa canzone... sembra una suoneriafieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-54969049864584243682009-05-24T23:07:00.001+02:002009-05-24T23:07:40.139+02:00schivo per te melograni e mi ritrovo ricoperto di farina di pescefieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-15811098208491977702009-05-10T21:42:00.000+02:002009-05-10T21:43:23.261+02:00reconditoamava fino al punto di scoppiare di odiofieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-54566809242270029092009-05-08T01:36:00.001+02:002009-05-08T01:36:54.856+02:00comprese la sua vera statura nel piegarle i pantalonifieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-89277992610930088732009-04-29T00:12:00.002+02:002009-04-29T00:15:32.582+02:00misturacadenzato come eserciti di staffilococcoli leggeva signori chiusi in borse policarbonate opache, con le parche che si scambiano i ruoli e lasciano tutto a damocle il quale, nascosto, trasogna fuori di séfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-43427131052907897872009-04-25T20:05:00.001+02:002009-04-25T20:07:01.707+02:00homoquell'uomo non era né carne né pesce, ma per cena gli piaceva mangiarsi entrambifieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-80747544591765501182009-03-28T22:33:00.000+01:002009-03-28T22:34:15.436+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">così dolce che avrei voluto ucciderla per scioglierla nel mio cappuccino</div>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-70284100499450792502009-03-27T23:03:00.003+01:002009-03-27T23:10:30.697+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8Le_fBCAfFNyO9hyphenhyphentJ0bXrhHA4TyecHPnE8V3wuF8Ggu0FlAcLATOc9PmOSX4Qad4VPMG93VaKmS0gd0zInByIcn8QSlXCPBQwvV9RQikFJDTqi500xAWzrJ6RhzbWnmrNbkyMhnYK5B/s1600-h/57190003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8Le_fBCAfFNyO9hyphenhyphentJ0bXrhHA4TyecHPnE8V3wuF8Ggu0FlAcLATOc9PmOSX4Qad4VPMG93VaKmS0gd0zInByIcn8QSlXCPBQwvV9RQikFJDTqi500xAWzrJ6RhzbWnmrNbkyMhnYK5B/s400/57190003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317992215876396498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">ti cerco ma non mi trovi più</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">ci toccherà cambiarci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">ho ragione io</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">hai ragione tu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqh1S87pwlQ"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">due ragioni fanno un torto</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">abbiamo perso entrambi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/archifield/3390711686/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">flickr.com/archifield</span></a></div>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-88114666551256019152009-03-27T19:57:00.000+01:002009-03-27T19:58:10.520+01:00:..<div style="text-align: justify;">così snob che si permetteva persino di usare maglioncini leggermente sporchi<br /></div>fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-65585297213908700132009-03-20T00:54:00.001+01:002009-03-20T01:17:55.780+01:00inerzia e principi senza finicosì pigro che non smise mai di correrefieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795069086224858862.post-31800034045518985802009-03-10T03:05:00.000+01:002009-03-10T03:05:27.994+01:00mnemocariosiconfondo pensieri parole opere e omissioni<br />confondo persone dialoghi eventi e situazioni<br />la stessa cosa l'ho vissuta con te e con te e con te<br />l'ho vissuta con me con me e con me<br />dirigo maldestro le mie personalità<br />imito male me stesso dimentico di passarmi a prendere<br />la mia memoria il mio essere son rimasti a spasso<br />abbiamo preso direzioni diverse<br />su diversi sistemi di riferimento<br /><br />e a me manca un osservatore fisso<br />io che non ho occhi che per trefieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220656598002471556noreply@blogger.com0