<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2flucazilioli.spaces.live.com%2fcategory%2fMusica%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Jack's Blog: Musica</title><description /><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catMusica</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 12:04:51 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 12:04:51 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blogcategory</live:type><live:identity><live:id>-8971873853446675674</live:id><live:alias>lucazilioli</live:alias></live:identity><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>Pensando a Genova...</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1329.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=5&gt;D'ä mæ riva&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt;(Dalla mia riva)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Fabrizio De Andrè&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;D'ä mæ riva&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;sulu u teu mandillu ciaèu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;d'ä mæ riva&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;'nta mæ vitta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalla mia riva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;solo il tuo fazzoletto chiaro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;dalla mia riva&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;nella mia vita&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;u teu fatturisu amàu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;'nta mæ vitta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;ti me perdunié u magún&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;ma te pensu cuntru su&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;il tuo sorriso amaro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;nella mia vita&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mi perdonerai il magone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ma ti penso contro sole&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;e u so ben t'ammii u mä&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span lang=FR style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;'n pò ciû au largu du dulú&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;e sun chi affacciòu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;a 'stu bàule da mainä&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;e so bene stai guardando il mare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;un po' più al largo del dolore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e son qui affacciato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a questo baule da marinaio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;e sun chi a miä&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;tréi camixe de vellûu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;dui cuverte u mandurlin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;e 'n cämà de legnu dûu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;e son qui a guardare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tre camicie di velluto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;due coperte e il mandolino&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e un calamaio di legno duro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;e 'nte 'na beretta neigra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;a teu fotu da fantinn-a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;pe puèi baxâ ancún Zena&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;'nscià teu bucca in naftalin-a.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la tua foto da ragazza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;color:black;font-family:'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;per poter baciare ancora Genova&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un tempo piccolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Diventai grande in un tempo piccolo &lt;br&gt;mi buttai dal letto per sentirmi libero &lt;br&gt;vestendomi in fretta per non fare caso &lt;br&gt;a tutto quello che avrei lasciato &lt;br&gt;scesi per la strada e mi mischiai al traffico &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rotolai in salita come fossi magico &lt;br&gt;toccando terra rimanendo in bilico &lt;br&gt;diventai un albero per oscillare &lt;br&gt;spostai lo sguardo per mirare altrove &lt;br&gt;cercando un modo per dimenticare &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dipinsi l’anima &lt;br&gt;su tela anonima &lt;br&gt;e mescolai la vodka &lt;br&gt;con acqua tonica &lt;br&gt;poi pranzai tardi all’ora della cena &lt;br&gt;mi rivolsi al libro come a una persona &lt;br&gt;guardai le tele con aria ironica &lt;br&gt;e mi giocai i ricordi provando il rischio &lt;br&gt;poi di rinascere sotto le stelle &lt;br&gt;ma non scordai di certo un amore folle &lt;br&gt;in un tempo piccolo &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ingannai il dolore con del vino rosso &lt;br&gt;buttando il cuore in qualunque posto &lt;br&gt;mi addormentai con un vecchio disco &lt;br&gt;tra i pensieri che non riferisco &lt;br&gt;chiudendo i dubbi in un pasto misto &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dipinsi l’anima &lt;br&gt;su tela anonima &lt;br&gt;e mescolai la vodka &lt;br&gt;con acqua tonica &lt;br&gt;poi pranzai tardi all’ora della cena &lt;br&gt;mi rivolsi al libro come a una persona &lt;br&gt;guardai le tele con aria ironica &lt;br&gt;e mi giocai i ricordi provando il rischio &lt;br&gt;poi di rinascere sotto le stelle &lt;br&gt;ma non scordai di certo un amore folle &lt;br&gt;in un tempo piccolo &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;e mi giocai i ricordi provando il rischio &lt;br&gt;poi di rinascere sotto le stelle &lt;br&gt;ma non scordai di certo un amore folle &lt;br&gt;in un tempo piccolo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Dedicato...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1322.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1322.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 08:19:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1322/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1322.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-09T08:22:19Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Am I Strong Enough?</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1305.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong Enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;God, I feel like hell tonight &lt;br&gt;Tears of rage I cannot fight &lt;br&gt;I'd be the last to help you understand &lt;br&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Nothing's true and nothing's right &lt;br&gt;So let me be alone tonight &lt;br&gt;Cause you can't change the way I am &lt;br&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lie to me &lt;br&gt;I promise I'll believe &lt;br&gt;Lie to me &lt;br&gt;But please don't leave &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have a face I cannot show &lt;br&gt;I make the rules up as I go &lt;br&gt;It's try and love me if you can &lt;br&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I've shown you that I just don't care &lt;br&gt;When I'm throwing punches in the air &lt;br&gt;When I'm broken down and I can't stand &lt;br&gt;Will you be strong enough to be my man? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lie to me &lt;br&gt;I promise I'll believe &lt;br&gt;Lie to me &lt;br&gt;But please don't leave.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Notte.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Lu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Am+I+Strong+Enough%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1305.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1305.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2006 22:17:46 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1305/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1305.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-09T08:22:00Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Ma che la baciai questo sì lo ricordo...</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1304.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Un malato di cuore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabrizio De Andrè&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;(Non al denaro, non all'amore nè al cielo)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non credo che chiesi promesse al suo sguardo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;non mi sembra che scelsi il silenzio o la voce,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;quando il cuore stordì e ora no, non ricordo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;se fui troppo sgomento o troppo felice,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;e il cuore impazzì e ora no, non ricordo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;da quale orizzonte sfumasse la luce...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;...Ma che la bacia questo sì, lo ricordo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;col cuore ormai sulle labbra,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;ma che la bacia, per Dio, sì lo ricordo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;e il mio cuore le restò sulle labbra.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Notte notte.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Lu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Ma+che+la+baciai+questo+s%c3%ac+lo+ricordo...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1304.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1304.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 21:17:59 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1304/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1304.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-21T16:35:32Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Maggio</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1157.entry</link><description>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;E sono qui a chiedermi cosa mi porterà il mese di Maggio...pronto di nuovo a ricevere il sole.&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Vento in faccia&amp;quot; - Bandabardò&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;La mattina mi ci vuole il cardiologo, &lt;br&gt;il veterinario o una plastica facciale...&lt;br&gt;Presentarsi al lavoro con tanto di dialogo brillante &lt;br&gt;per celare...un'esplosione ormonale! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Vento in faccia, alzo le braccia &lt;br&gt;pronto a ricevere il sole! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Anima in pace quando tutto tace, &lt;br&gt;è la libertà che mi vuole! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Dimenticato il sonno, il riposo, &lt;br&gt;sono ridotto a schiavo indecoroso, &lt;br&gt;in un gioco di occhi, di forse e di coraggio... &lt;br&gt;il gioco d'amore del mese di Maggio. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Vento in faccia, alzo le braccia &lt;br&gt;pronto a ricevere il sole! &lt;br&gt;Anima in pace quando tutto tace, &lt;br&gt;è la libertà che mi vuole! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;La mattina mi ci vuole una foto incollata sul viso &lt;br&gt;per salvare l'apparenza che non inganna... &lt;br&gt;sono in stato evidente da cambiare programma. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Vento in faccia, alzo le braccia &lt;br&gt;pronto a ricevere il sole!&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=left&gt;Buona giornata a chi passa tra queste pagine.
&lt;p align=left&gt;Lu &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Maggio&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1157.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1157.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 18:54:55 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1157/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!1157.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-05-09T19:28:05Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Cocerto dei Coldplay</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!511.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Mamma mia!! Non sò, forse era lo stato d'animo particolare ma credo sia stato il concerto più bello della mia vita, un'emozione che faccio fatica a spiegare con le parole....i primi dieci minuti avevo la pelle d'oca!! Io ed Andre ce la siamo spassata di brutto, non solo al concerto, ma tutto il pomeriggio prima a cercare i biglietti, visto che, da bravi disorganizzati, non li avevamo e siamo andati lì a caso sperando in un miracolo che poi c'è stato (non ci sono più gli ingegneri di una volta); è stata molto intensa anche la notte dopo (In my heart and in my mind.....vero Mi-sporco....o Miss-porco???) parlando parlando parlando....sparlando!! Pronti via e alla seconda canzone (Yellow) mi è scesa la lacrimuccia....mi sono fatto un piantino che mi ha preso alla sprovvista, è stato un piacevole pugno nello stomaco, inaspettato anche se banalmente prevedibile. Il resto del concerto è trascorso tranquillo da quel lato, con me ed Andre palesemente in visibilio. Mi sento di fare un tributo a quel momento....mi sa che lo devo:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Look at the stars &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for you &lt;br&gt;and everything you do &lt;br&gt;yeah they were all yellow &lt;br&gt;I came along &lt;br&gt;I wrote a song for you &lt;br&gt;and all the things you do &lt;br&gt;and it was called yellow &lt;br&gt;So then I took my turn &lt;br&gt;oh what a thing to have done &lt;br&gt;and it was all yellow &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;your skin &lt;br&gt;oh yeah your skin and bones &lt;br&gt;turn into something beautiful &lt;br&gt;and you know &lt;br&gt;you know I love you so &lt;br&gt;you know I love you so &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I swam across &lt;br&gt;I jumped across for you &lt;br&gt;oh what a thing to do &lt;br&gt;'cos you were all yellow &lt;br&gt;I drew a line &lt;br&gt;I drew a line for you &lt;br&gt;oh what a thing to do &lt;br&gt;and it was all yellow &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and your skin &lt;br&gt;oh yeah your skin and bones &lt;br&gt;turn into something beautiful &lt;br&gt;and you know &lt;br&gt;for you I bleed myself dry &lt;br&gt;for you I bleed myself dry &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's true &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for you &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for you &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for you &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for you &lt;br&gt;look how they shine &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;look at the stars &lt;br&gt;look how they shine for you &lt;br&gt;and all the things that you do.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=left&gt;Un saluto a tutti.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;Lu&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blufiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pRCwOYs5r9gNhbh44mm0d_Ht1eba2d6K2qlOadce26tUSxhtXlQIlPCckit6s09b6ya1FvomN8vM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;837D8043EBB22326&amp;#33;515&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Cocerto+dei+Coldplay&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!511.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!511.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 00:31:19 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!511/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!511.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-11-17T23:05:37Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>If I Ever Feel Better (Phoenix)</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!501.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;They say an end can be a start&lt;br&gt;Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive&lt;br&gt;It's like a bad day that never ends&lt;br&gt;I feel the chaos around me&lt;br&gt;A thing I don't try to deny&lt;br&gt;I'd better learn to accept that&lt;br&gt;There are things in my life that I can't control&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;They say love ain't nothing but a sore&lt;br&gt;I don't even know what love is&lt;br&gt;Too many tears have had to fall&lt;br&gt;Don't you know I'm so tired of it all&lt;br&gt;I have known terror dizzy spells&lt;br&gt;Finding out the secrets words won't tell&lt;br&gt;Whatever it is it can't be named&lt;br&gt;There's a part of my world that' s fading away&lt;br&gt;You know I don't want to be clever&lt;br&gt;To be brilliant or superior&lt;br&gt;True like ice, true like fire&lt;br&gt;Now I know that a breeze can blow me away&lt;br&gt;Now I know there's much more dignity&lt;br&gt;In defeat than in the brightest victory&lt;br&gt;I'm losing my balance on the tight rope&lt;br&gt;Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Hang on to the good days&lt;br&gt;I can lean on my friends&lt;br&gt;They help me going through hard times&lt;br&gt;But I'm feeding the enemy&lt;br&gt;I'm in league with the foe&lt;br&gt;Blame me for what's happening&lt;br&gt;I can't try, I can't try, I can't try...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;No one knows the hard times I went through&lt;br&gt;If happiness came I miss the call&lt;br&gt;The stormy days ain't over&lt;br&gt;I've tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost&lt;br&gt;Now I've watched all my castles fall&lt;br&gt;They were made of dust, after all&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Someday all this mess will make me laugh&lt;br&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;It's like somebody took my place&lt;br&gt;I ain't even playing my own game&lt;br&gt;The rules have changed well I didn't know&lt;br&gt;There are things in my life I can't control&lt;br&gt;I feel the chaos around me&lt;br&gt;A thing I don't try to deny&lt;br&gt;I'd better learn to accept that&lt;br&gt;There's a part of my life that will go away&lt;br&gt;Dark is the night, cold is the ground&lt;br&gt;In the circular solitude of my heart&lt;br&gt;As one who strives a hill to climb&lt;br&gt;I am sure I'll come through I don't know how&lt;br&gt;They say an end can be a start&lt;br&gt;Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive&lt;br&gt;I'm losing my balance on the tight rope&lt;br&gt;Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+If+I+Ever+Feel+Better+(Phoenix)&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!501.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!501.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 19:09:41 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!501/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!501.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-11-13T19:22:46Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Sogni Grandiosi</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!459.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Questa canzoncina è per un'amica che in questo periodo passa un momonto un pò così...dai , ricordati che ci sono due giorni a cui non bisogna pensare mai...IERI e DOMANI!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Bisognerebbe fare sempre sogni grandiosi&lt;br&gt;e con la faccia verso il cielo,&lt;br&gt;viaggi avventurosi&lt;br&gt;ma mi dirai “Ah, poesia!!&lt;br&gt;Non si mangia, sai, con la poesia!!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Bisognerebbe fare sempre sogni grandiosi&lt;br&gt;e con la faccia verso il cielo,&lt;br&gt;viaggi avventurosi&lt;br&gt;pensa se la gente, invece del potere,&lt;br&gt;pensasse all'amicizia come modo per godere&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;E come capi indiani, magia,&lt;br&gt;si fuma per la pace&lt;br&gt;ma tu mi dirai “Poesia,&lt;br&gt;non si mangia con la poesia!!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Basta! Per me questo è un duello&lt;br&gt;devo salvar la testa perché dentro c'è il cervello!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;E come un aquilone&lt;br&gt;volare via spezzando il filo...&lt;br&gt;...Lo vedi si può volare&lt;br&gt;e non smetter di pensare&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;animo, animo, i tempi duri passano&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Bisognerebbe fare sempre sogni grandiosi&lt;br&gt;per combattere la noia e la nevrosi&lt;br&gt;e se ancora non ci credi fa come vuoi&lt;br&gt;io mi lancio verso il cielo, apro le braccia&lt;br&gt;e poi...&lt;br&gt;...Lo vedi si può volare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Sogni+Grandiosi&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!459.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!459.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 11:41:35 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!459/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!459.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-11-01T14:09:48Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Il Muro del Canto</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!458.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;Negava con dignità quello che era accaduto &lt;br&gt;con poche possibilità di essere creduto. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Si difese dicendo alla gente: &amp;quot;Voi non capite niente &lt;br&gt;sono appoggiato ad un muro da sempre &lt;br&gt;se mi stacco la terra mi farà male&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;Era evidente che si era perduto &lt;br&gt;e che niente lo aiutava, &lt;br&gt;voleva solo un amico muto, &lt;br&gt;un muro che lo ascoltava.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Dondolando,barcollando &lt;br&gt;cantava, la, la, la... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Io gli ho rubato la melodia, &lt;br&gt;gli ho lasciato le parole &lt;br&gt;in un momento di fantasia gli ho detto: &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;stai bene non farti male&amp;quot;, &lt;br&gt;era evidente che si era perduto &lt;br&gt;e che non era abituato &lt;br&gt;voleva solo essere tenuto &lt;br&gt;dal muro che lo aveva cullato. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Dondolando,barcollando &lt;br&gt;cantava, la, la, la...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Il+Muro+del+Canto&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!458.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!458.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 23:20:16 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!458/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!458.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-31T14:06:25Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>W Fernandez</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!457.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;Non posso stare in casa a pensare &lt;br&gt;fuori è tornata la gioia di urlare, &lt;br&gt;mi troverai a girare le piazze e gridare: &lt;br&gt;I viva Fernandez! &lt;br&gt;Versa da bere ad un innamorato &lt;br&gt;un giorno sarò ricco e ti farò regina dei fiori; &lt;br&gt;Versa da bere a un povero assetato &lt;br&gt;povero da poeta, ricco come un gabbiano &lt;br&gt;che vola sulla vita con la sua fantasia. &lt;br&gt;Non posso stare in casa a pensare &lt;br&gt;fuori è tornata la gioia di urlare, &lt;br&gt;mi troverai a girare le piazze e gridare: &lt;br&gt;I viva Fernandez! &lt;br&gt;Versa da bere ad un albero sradicato &lt;br&gt;spostato dai venti e dalla curiosità &lt;br&gt;un nomade in amore ed in felicità. &lt;br&gt;Così parlava il vecchio fricchettone &lt;br&gt;il re dei maghi e delle magone: &lt;br&gt;è una preghiera, io non voglio denari &lt;br&gt;solo vino, allegria, il calore delle mani&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;è una preghiera, io non voglio denari &lt;br&gt;solo vino, allegria, il calore delle mani &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;è una preghiera, io non voglio denari &lt;br&gt;solo vino, allegria, il calore delle mani &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;è una preghiera, io non voglio denari &lt;br&gt;solo vino, allegria, il calore delle mani  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+W+Fernandez&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!457.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!457.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2005 11:32:28 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!457/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!457.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-29T11:32:28Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Mad World</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!442.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;All around me are familiar faces &lt;br&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces &lt;br&gt;Bright and early for their daily races &lt;br&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere &lt;br&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses &lt;br&gt;No expression, no expression &lt;br&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow &lt;br&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I find it kinda funny &lt;br&gt;I find it kinda sad &lt;br&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying &lt;br&gt;Are the best I've ever had &lt;br&gt;I find it hard to tell you &lt;br&gt;I find it hard to take &lt;br&gt;When people run in circles &lt;br&gt;It's a very, very mad world mad world &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good &lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday &lt;br&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should &lt;br&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen &lt;br&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous &lt;br&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me &lt;br&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson &lt;br&gt;Look right through me, look right through me &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I find it kinda funny &lt;br&gt;I find it kinda sad &lt;br&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying &lt;br&gt;Are the best I've ever had &lt;br&gt;I find it hard to tell you &lt;br&gt;I find it hard to take &lt;br&gt;When people run in circles &lt;br&gt;It's a very, very mad world ... world &lt;br&gt;Enlarge your world &lt;br&gt;Mad world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Mad+World&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!442.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!442.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 22:50:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!442/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!442.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-25T22:50:49Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Mi fido di te</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!417.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;Case di pane, riunioni di rane &lt;br&gt;vecchie che ballano nelle chadillac &lt;br&gt;muscoli d'oro, corone d'alloro &lt;br&gt;canzoni d'amore per bimbi col frack &lt;br&gt;musica seria, luce che varia &lt;br&gt;pioggia che cade, vita che scorre &lt;br&gt;cani randagi, cammelli e re magi &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;forse fa male eppure mi va &lt;br&gt;di stare collegato &lt;br&gt;di vivere di un fiato &lt;br&gt;di stendermi sopra al burrone &lt;br&gt;di guardare giù &lt;br&gt;la vertigine non è &lt;br&gt;paura di cadere &lt;br&gt;ma voglia di volare &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br&gt;mi fido di te &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;mi fido di te &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;io mi fido di te &lt;br&gt;ehi mi fido di te &lt;br&gt;cosa sei disposto a perdere &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lampi di luce, al collo una croce &lt;br&gt;la dea dell'amore si muove nei jeans &lt;br&gt;culi e catene, assassini per bene &lt;br&gt;la radio si accende su un pezzo funky &lt;br&gt;teste fasciate, ferite curate &lt;br&gt;l'affitto del sole si paga in anticipo prego &lt;br&gt;arcobaleno, più per meno meno&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;forse fa male eppure mi va &lt;br&gt;di stare collegato &lt;br&gt;di vivere di un fiato &lt;br&gt;di stendermi sopra al burrone &lt;br&gt;di guardare giù &lt;br&gt;la vertigine non è &lt;br&gt;paura di cadere &lt;br&gt;ma voglia di volare  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;  cosa sei disposto a perdere &lt;br&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;  io mi fido di te &lt;br&gt;cosa sei disposto a perdere &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br&gt;rabbia stupore la parte l'attore &lt;br&gt;dottore che sintomi ha la felicità &lt;br&gt;evoluzione il cielo in prigione &lt;br&gt;questa non è un'esercitazione &lt;br&gt;forza e coraggio &lt;br&gt;la sete il miraggio &lt;br&gt;la luna nell'altra metà &lt;br&gt;lupi in agguato il peggio è passato&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;forse fa male eppure mi va &lt;br&gt;di stare collegato &lt;br&gt;di vivere di un fiato &lt;br&gt;di stendermi sopra al burrone &lt;br&gt;di guardare giù &lt;br&gt;la vertigine non è &lt;br&gt;paura di cadere &lt;br&gt;ma voglia di volare  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;mi fido di te
&lt;div align=center&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;  cosa sei disposto a perdere &lt;br&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;mi fido di te&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;  io mi fido di te &lt;br&gt;cosa sei disposto a perdere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Mi+fido+di+te&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!417.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!417.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2005 16:00:19 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!417/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!417.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-22T15:05:53Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Bad day</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!409.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#000000"&gt;Where is the moment we need it the most &lt;br&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br&gt;They tell me your blue sky's fade to grey &lt;br&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;br&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go &lt;br&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;br&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime &lt;br&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday &lt;br&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;br&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink &lt;br&gt;And the whole thing it turns out wrong &lt;br&gt;You might not make it back and you know &lt;br&gt;That you could be well oh that strong &lt;br&gt;Well I'm not wrong &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;br&gt;Oh you and I &lt;br&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You've seen what you like &lt;br&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Bad+day&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!409.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!409.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 16:57:31 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!409/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!409.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-16T16:06:40Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Concerto dei Tiromancino</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!275.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;Che spettacolo amici...ieri sera sono andato a vedere il concerto &lt;img src="/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif"&gt; dei Tiromancino all'Arena del Mare, Porto Antico di Genova! E' stato bellissimo &lt;img src="/rte/emoticons/smile_teeth.gif"&gt;, anche se non c'era molta gente, ma forse è stato meglio così, proprio il genere di concerto che preferisco, rilassante, seza tanta ressa e con della gran musica, secondo il mio modesto parere...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Concerto+dei+Tiromancino&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!275.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!275.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 12:48:31 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!275/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!275.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-07-18T12:48:31Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Esame passato!!!</title><link>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!253.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;Finalmete queata
mattina ho passato l'esame che stavo studiando da 10 giorni: Geotecnica
delle Infrastrutture...sì lo sò il nome è bruttino!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;Però reso più bello dal trentozzo che ho preso!!&lt;img style="width:50px;height:42px" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pqP5noGPWAA53dsvDLzGa3fQKtfHgIcTzTWHLqNxYUcKZ82zcH5Ti1FkqRXzJbTdL1cLEzuIQ9_VWqL6OXJd3P24kRda8TgtFGU3MKfEU4eTpC0iemYXH5SFeekmyVs6hwJ_1Z__22CF5hBk258PVEw" height=64 width=75&gt;Dai,me lo merito in fondo,mi sono fatto un discreto........ &lt;img style="width:42px;height:38px" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pqP5noGPWAA53dsvDLzGa3fQKtfHgIcTzTWHLqNxYUcLvGL_BNDh6CUjQkSTPMJRSoSDTgVcKbqTJeNpCYPwvHAJEt7IESfhDWN4l9tnhW8Dfhmgn6B0Q-MvZzkD2FJ0ikUW7J7A1O3EKC4uGc2jBAg"&gt;.Va bhe dai, questo week end lo dedichiamo a festeggiare!!&lt;img style="width:46px;height:46px" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pqP5noGPWAA53dsvDLzGa3fQKtfHgIcTzTWHLqNxYUcJ0wC3w2NZM_B58DIgMqp9wmxdeswA9YBsbBDcou8U1vqgV6Lv1RsAGZbuqeaNEA3a6DWd-JRanOxLf33W6IaNP7SvonDqkOVqT0rHdpWq6MQ"&gt;.......botti giganti per tutti!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=3&gt;A proposito, sono disperato perchè
cerco di mettere la musica in sottofondo al mio spazio e non
riesco...se qualcuno è capace e mi lascia un commentino per
spiegarlo...gradirei moltissimo!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=3&gt;Ciao ciao.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8971873853446675674&amp;page=RSS%3a+Esame+passato!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=lucazilioli.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=lucazilioli"&gt;</description><comments>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!253.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!253.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2005 12:05:21 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!253/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://lucazilioli.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!837D8043EBB22326!253.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-07-08T12:05:21Z</dcterms:modified></item></channel></rss>