tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46661590104964245162024-02-21T00:07:58.008+01:00I miei occhi sono photo"Scatta una fotografia ai momenti belli e conservali,
quelli brutti hanno l'autoscatto"Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-76107128546164040662012-03-22T15:04:00.004+01:002012-03-22T16:18:21.762+01:00Nostalgia.. nostalgia canaglia<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "><span ><b><i>" Io <span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px; ">che son nata dove c'è sempre il sole</span></i></b></span></div><span style="font-variant: normal; "><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">sopra uno scoglio che ci si può tuffare</span></i></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">e quel sole c'è l'ho dentro al cuore</span></i></b></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">sole di primavera.."</span></i></b></div></i></b></span><div style="font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><span ><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Mi accade spesso nel giorno del compleanno, per me</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "> giorno della riflessione, che guardandomi allo specchio capisco che un altro capitolo della mia vita si è appena concluso e qualcosa di nuovo sta per iniziare. Succede che mi capita di ripercorrere la mia vita e, puntualmente, soprattutto nelle giornate splendide come quella di oggi, faccio un tuffo nel passato. I raggi del sole e il cielo azzurro (uno dei regali più belli del compleanno) fanno da cornice al mio stato d'animo, felicità mista a nostal</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; ">gia del passato, un passato vissuto tra due città distanti circa 900 km e che mi hanno equamente dato molto, soprattutto un senso a molte cose.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98xi_EVpqww/T2tCojC7LsI/AAAAAAAAEQo/208fDMqQFKM/s400/cielo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722741015874055874" style="font-size: 16px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><span style="font-size: 16px; "></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div></span><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">Passeggiando tra le vie di Milano, baciata dal sole (perchè il sole bacia i belli), non posso far altro che pensare alle mie origini, il sole e il cielo azzurro mi impongono di ricordarmelo sempre, in fondo sono nata lì.. in quella cittadina piccola ma tanto bella, la città dalla pietra bianca affacciata sul mare: Trani.</span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">Sento la nostalgia del mare, e sono sicura che anche tu cara Sora, in queste giornate primaverili provi le mie stesse sensazioni, il ricordo riecheggia nella mente attraverso una serie di immagini impresse nel nostro cuore. E sorridendo... vorresti per un attimo essere lì...</span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">Grazie a tutte Voi sciammannate </span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">che oggi mi avete festeggiata sul 325! :)</span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Bacioni</span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Pru</span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-variant: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span><div><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-7782092049476999942009-01-13T13:12:00.000+01:002009-01-14T13:15:05.100+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SW3XDb6FVfI/AAAAAAAADAk/02xeuxCmMOA/s1600-h/n1403965138_182183_4997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291121591261156850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SW3XDb6FVfI/AAAAAAAADAk/02xeuxCmMOA/s400/n1403965138_182183_4997.jpg" border="0" /></a> "<em>Il cielo ha una porta sola, aprila</em>!"</div><div align="center">B. Antonacci<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-58887086064518086832008-12-30T14:06:00.000+01:002008-12-30T14:12:17.956+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SVoeFTnZ1eI/AAAAAAAAC9c/w6zdZyXafvw/s1600-h/Immagine+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285570189186422242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SVoeFTnZ1eI/AAAAAAAAC9c/w6zdZyXafvw/s400/Immagine+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Buon Anno Nuovo!</em><br /><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-20043678182260657082008-10-02T14:03:00.002+02:002008-10-02T14:09:58.214+02:002/10/2008<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SOS5syNPp5I/AAAAAAAACbA/Ss8OgymICgg/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252527244463548306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SOS5syNPp5I/AAAAAAAACbA/Ss8OgymICgg/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "Le nuvole non temono di cadere nel mare perché non possono né cadere né affogare.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Ma sono libere di pensare il contrario e, se lo desiderano, di avere paura"</em></div><div align="center"><em>Il libro ritrovato -</em> R. Bach<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-30923728949246262042008-09-05T13:36:00.000+02:002008-09-05T13:36:01.049+02:005.09.08<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SL524D5046I/AAAAAAAACMk/whkISFRX1qQ/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241757721798435746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SL524D5046I/AAAAAAAACMk/whkISFRX1qQ/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /></a>"<em>Il mio cervello ragiona, ma è il mio cuore che è pazzo</em>"</div><div align="center">Anonimo<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-35956632300789498732008-09-03T13:23:00.003+02:002008-09-03T13:26:06.799+02:00Finestra Castello di Santa Severa<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SL50BVH5UCI/AAAAAAAACMc/s6trY7DBI7Q/s1600-h/Immagine+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241754582504788002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SL50BVH5UCI/AAAAAAAACMc/s6trY7DBI7Q/s400/Immagine+047.jpg" border="0" /></a> "<em>Credere non ha a che fare con il pensare ma con il sentire</em>"</div><div align="center">Anonimo<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-78503916549433145412008-07-18T13:37:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:41.988+01:00-13 e via!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SICA9iIdx4I/AAAAAAAACLY/Mbqa8rundTo/s1600-h/17.08.06+EL+PARAISIO+(31).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224317362372462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SICA9iIdx4I/AAAAAAAACLY/Mbqa8rundTo/s400/17.08.06+EL+PARAISIO+(31).JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "portami ovunque, portami al mare, portami dove non serve sognare"</em></div><div align="center">Ligabue - Il centro del mondo<br /><br /><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-88730205191205484692008-07-15T14:29:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:45:42.138+01:00Dedica<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SHyZb3B8cUI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JncnbON_bKU/s1600-h/Immagine+047a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223218371750555970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SHyZb3B8cUI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JncnbON_bKU/s400/Immagine+047a.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>"Per te un milione di volte!"</em></div><div align="center">Il cacciatore di aquiloni</div><div align="center">Dedicato ad una amica speciale, a te cara Anna!<br /><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-90559608022817061592008-07-03T13:33:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:45:42.484+01:00Mexico 2006<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SGy5Vq21WwI/AAAAAAAACLI/4AWF_3LzUO8/s1600-h/15.08.06+TULUM+(21).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218749850148231938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SGy5Vq21WwI/AAAAAAAACLI/4AWF_3LzUO8/s400/15.08.06+TULUM+(21).JPG" border="0" /></a> ...Voglia di mare...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SGy5MQy7UWI/AAAAAAAACLA/eo-1_0pBCTI/s1600-h/15.08.06+COBA%27+(21).JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-34123188216826129762008-06-11T13:56:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:45:42.833+01:00Strada<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SE-9gEQaQTI/AAAAAAAAB_k/CIVv0Tbx-D4/s1600-h/10.08.06+XCARET+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210591652486988082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SE-9gEQaQTI/AAAAAAAAB_k/CIVv0Tbx-D4/s400/10.08.06+XCARET+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a>"<em>Solo la strada dei treni è segnata..."<br /></em></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-85258517080577056272008-06-07T21:00:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:42.943+01:007/06/2008 Nozze Antonella & Luca<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SEuFfTECmgI/AAAAAAAAB_c/4STwNG81O6s/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209404166723770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SEuFfTECmgI/AAAAAAAAB_c/4STwNG81O6s/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Protagonisti: gli Sposi e la Felicità.</em></div><div align="center"><em>...questo è l'inizio di una favola dove le Vostre mani </em></div><div align="center"><em>si cercheranno per molti, ma molti lunghi anni...</em></div><div align="center">Congratulazioni!<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-7443136097690766702008-05-26T11:50:00.002+02:002008-12-11T13:45:43.177+01:00Mondo<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SDqJkERbbLI/AAAAAAAAB-A/pc0k4mM5Yg8/s1600-h/Immagine+432.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204623572095167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SDqJkERbbLI/AAAAAAAAB-A/pc0k4mM5Yg8/s400/Immagine+432.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>"Quando penso che non è cosi</em><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: #313031; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.airdave.it/"><em> il mondo che vorre</em></a><em>i</em></div><div align="center"><em>non si può fare quello che si vuole</em></div><div align="center"><em>non si può spingere solo l’acceleratore</em></div><div align="center"><em>guarda un pò ci si deve accontentare</em></div><div align="center"><em>qui si può solo perdere e </em></div><div align="center"><em>alla fine non si perde neanche più!"</em></div><div align="center">Il mondo che vorrei - Vasco</div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-4591925819477857132008-05-23T10:44:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:45:43.301+01:0023.05.2008<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SDfHqkRbbKI/AAAAAAAAB94/b9Gb4umVvkI/s1600-h/IMG_0034+D+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203847428555107490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SDfHqkRbbKI/AAAAAAAAB94/b9Gb4umVvkI/s400/IMG_0034+D+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>"I fiori sono fragili....e muoiono in un soffio, </em></div><div align="center"><em>quasi come i giorni in una vita.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Ma se li sai guardare.... se li sai toccare </em></div><div align="center"><em>darai senso al loro breve vivere..."</em><br />Solo due parole - Biagio Antonacci</div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-87035560340105598862008-05-13T10:00:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:45:43.509+01:0013 Maggio 2008<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SCgrZRZet3I/AAAAAAAAB1g/V_ZD9QR1dhA/s1600-h/Immagine+252.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199453482966234994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SCgrZRZet3I/AAAAAAAAB1g/V_ZD9QR1dhA/s400/Immagine+252.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>"Quando il battito del cuore supera le ombre del passato, l'amore potrà trionfare sul destino."<br /></em>N. Sparks</span><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-29395234446293251142008-05-12T14:05:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:43.654+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SCgyyRZet4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/QrSzJHAOB1w/s1600-h/Immagine+190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199461609044359042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SCgyyRZet4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/QrSzJHAOB1w/s400/Immagine+190.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> "Un mondo senz'amore, che sarebbe x il nostro cuore? </em></div><div align="center"><em>La stessa cosa che una lanterna magica senza luce."</em> </div><div align="center">(Goethe).<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-46296606629262971262008-05-09T13:16:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:45:43.980+01:00Milano - Madrid<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SCQy0cNDrFI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/f6ncG8ql9zc/s1600-h/Immagine+645.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198335746397940818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SCQy0cNDrFI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/f6ncG8ql9zc/s400/Immagine+645.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> "Io e te... tre metri sopra il cielo"</em><br /><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-76379356480244791512008-04-30T13:44:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:44.207+01:00Acqua<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SBhbPYLMNdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/HZaxskdsspE/s1600-h/Immagine+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195002489917421010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SBhbPYLMNdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/HZaxskdsspE/s400/Immagine+057.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Una goccia d'acqua di mare non può pretendere di venire da un fiume, un'altra goccia da un altro fiume, il mare è un unico insieme omogeneo. Allo stesso modo, tutti gli esseri sono uno; non esiste essere che non venga dall'anima e non appartenga all'anima."<br /><em>Dalla Candogya Upanishad</em><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-48503263768480354022008-04-29T14:59:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:44.332+01:0029.04.2008<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SBcbUoLMNcI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Zwjuao9I0h8/s1600-h/Immagine+333.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194650736390845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SBcbUoLMNcI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Zwjuao9I0h8/s400/Immagine+333.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>"Dio protegge quelli che obbediscono alla Sua Parola. </em><br /><div align="center"><em>Non promette di liberarci dalle prove, </em></div><div align="center"><em>ma ci accompagnerà ed aiuterà sempre."</em></div></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-40005561479894525292008-04-17T20:36:00.002+02:002008-12-11T13:45:44.667+01:00Vetta<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SAeamDlH5pI/AAAAAAAAB0c/I44WptEFCqE/s1600-h/San+Gallo+12.03+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287074154505874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/SAeamDlH5pI/AAAAAAAAB0c/I44WptEFCqE/s400/San+Gallo+12.03+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> "Quando hai scalato una vetta, non tornare giù, </em></div><div align="center"><em>ma apri le tue ali e vola ancora più in alto"</em><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-36452973123044034162008-04-08T14:34:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:44.775+01:008/04/2008<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R_T0uWs414I/AAAAAAAABz4/EhIcDxucl4s/s1600-h/12.08.07+Stromboli+(73).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185038148215297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R_T0uWs414I/AAAAAAAABz4/EhIcDxucl4s/s400/12.08.07+Stromboli+(73).JPG" border="0" /></a><em>"La decisione, la scelta di una questione importante, va sempre ponderata. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Osserva gli estremi: essi ti permettono di determinare una via intermedia, </em></div><div align="center"><em>ma non dimenticare che lo possono essere a loro volta"</em></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-27762064046413803412008-04-04T13:36:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:44.945+01:00Stromboli<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R_T0a2s413I/AAAAAAAABzw/y66R7dbCUd0/s1600-h/12.08.07+Stromboli+(21).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185037813207848818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R_T0a2s413I/AAAAAAAABzw/y66R7dbCUd0/s400/12.08.07+Stromboli+(21).JPG" border="0" /></a><em>"Siamo tutti sull'orlo del cratere in attesa della folata ventosa che ci farà cadere dentro al vulcano"</em></div><div align="center">Jim Morrison<br /><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-92107239711445189742008-03-30T15:35:00.000+02:002008-12-11T13:45:45.120+01:00Tramonto<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R--XOms412I/AAAAAAAAByg/5e1L7afLLQ0/s1600-h/DSCN0525.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183527973289514850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R--XOms412I/AAAAAAAAByg/5e1L7afLLQ0/s400/DSCN0525.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "Credo nel rumore di chi sa tacere, che quando smetti di sperare inizi un pò a morire,</em></div><div align="center"><em>credo al tuo amore e a quello che mi tira fuori, o almeno credo..."</em> </div><div align="center">Ligabue<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-25113065917270946852008-03-23T02:00:00.000+01:002008-12-11T13:45:45.379+01:00Domenica di Pasqua<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R-LZNGs4ydI/AAAAAAAAA6k/JKy96f6gnok/s1600-h/17.08.07+Vulcano+(8).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179941340589902290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R-LZNGs4ydI/AAAAAAAAA6k/JKy96f6gnok/s400/17.08.07+Vulcano+(8).JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>La Pasqua è un inno alla vita e alla sconfitta della morte</em><br />Buona Pasqua<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-61063336191057302732008-03-22T02:00:00.000+01:002008-12-11T13:45:45.848+01:0026 Anni fa...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R-LQhms4ybI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ex_tsuqHhrs/s1600-h/Immagine+152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179931797172570546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R-LQhms4ybI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ex_tsuqHhrs/s400/Immagine+152.jpg" border="0" /></a> 26 anni</div><div align="center">Tanti auguri a meee!!!<br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666159010496424516.post-59764120791161404832008-03-21T11:57:00.000+01:002008-12-11T13:45:45.986+01:00E' primavera<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R-LRSms4ycI/AAAAAAAAA6c/vjSU2Ax6f-M/s1600-h/Concerto+Eros+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179932638986160578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFmQlSjdfBY/R-LRSms4ycI/AAAAAAAAA6c/vjSU2Ax6f-M/s400/Concerto+Eros+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> L'amore è... la primavera del cuore</em><br /><br /><br /></div>Annett@http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624623923143334noreply@blogger.com1