<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783264346693452555</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:59:39.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARDER, BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Berija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00268867679921317105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4070/3643/1600/Beri%27s.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783264346693452555.post-308490702470781044</id><published>2008-03-06T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T04:09:18.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristess</title><content type='html'>"Sei triste piccolo Principe?"&lt;br /&gt;"Già, sono un po' triste vecchio Lupo."&lt;br /&gt;"Se sei triste vai su youtube e scrivi: Guzzanti Lorenzo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grazie amico mio, ne sai sempre una più della volpe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R8_epLWRFYI/AAAAAAAAADY/b-Kp2GatPaA/s1600-h/lorenzo6-759226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R8_epLWRFYI/AAAAAAAAADY/b-Kp2GatPaA/s400/lorenzo6-759226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174599295874176386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783264346693452555-308490702470781044?l=berija.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/feeds/308490702470781044/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783264346693452555&amp;postID=308490702470781044' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/308490702470781044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/308490702470781044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/2008/03/tristess.html' title='Tristess'/><author><name>Berija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00268867679921317105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4070/3643/1600/Beri%27s.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R8_epLWRFYI/AAAAAAAAADY/b-Kp2GatPaA/s72-c/lorenzo6-759226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783264346693452555.post-1235686393452724009</id><published>2008-02-06T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:44:43.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooortee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Stai piangendo, vecchio Lupo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Si piccolo Principe, sto piangendo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Come mai stai piangendo, vecchio Lupo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E' morto l'amico castoro, non lo sapevi?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh... di cosa è morto? Ha avuto un incidente?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E' morto di vecchiaia piccolo amico."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Cos'è la vecchiaia amico Lupo, una malattia?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No piccolo mio, non è una malattia. E' che le persone quando invecchiano ad un certo punto muoiono. E' questa la vecchiaia. Siamo come le candele: se non veniamo spente prima da qualcuno ad un certo punto ci spegnamo da sole."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh. Quindi anche tu morirai di vecchiaia, amico Lupo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Si piccolo Principe, se va bene anche io prima o poi morirò di vecchiaia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E io, amico Lupo? Anche io devo morire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Non pensare alla morte piccolo principe, è tanto lontana per te. Hai una intera vita davanti."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fu così che il piccolo Principe passò mooolte notti della sua infanzia insonne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171759071143706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R8XHeVtsvlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8N9nkq5HRpE/s400/sfondo+occhio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783264346693452555-1235686393452724009?l=berija.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/feeds/1235686393452724009/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783264346693452555&amp;postID=1235686393452724009' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/1235686393452724009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/1235686393452724009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/2008/02/mooortee.html' title='Mooortee!!!'/><author><name>Berija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00268867679921317105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4070/3643/1600/Beri%27s.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R8XHeVtsvlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8N9nkq5HRpE/s72-c/sfondo+occhio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783264346693452555.post-7554331505810932468</id><published>2008-02-04T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:43:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polvere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E' la vita piccolo principe, non devi prendertela. Pensavi fosse semplice, ma non piangere piccolo principe. Il tempo passando porterà via la polvere e rimarrà solo una gemma luccicante. Sarai te la gemma piccolo principe: una gemma brillante e pura che il mondo avrà timore di toccare. Rispetteranno il tuo luccichio piccolo principe, ne saranno intimoriti. Nessuno ti toccherà, nessuno avrà il coraggio di guardare. Poi tutti capiranno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Non avere paura, non cercare un senso. Il senso è in te piccolo principe, e lo vedranno tutti. Quando sarà rimasta solo una gemma preziosa capiranno. Avranno paura, ma non potranno distogliere lo sguardo. Rapiti dalla tua purezza capiranno. Capiranno e ti ameranno. Non sarà troppo tardi, non temere. Consolati al pensiero del bene che hai fatto, del bene che hai voluto, e lascia che il tempo passi. Che porti via la polvere che ti copre. Non cercare di toglierla prima del tempo, non ne hai più la forza."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così parlò il lupo. Quando ebbe finito divorò il piccolo principe. Dopo averlo mangiato si vide il lupo illuminarsi. Come un sole si alzò al cielo, assieme al piccolo principe, per illuminare il mondo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163149215190768386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R6cw2w3IWwI/AAAAAAAAADI/eMCIzEaOBJQ/s320/Senza+nome.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783264346693452555-7554331505810932468?l=berija.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/feeds/7554331505810932468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783264346693452555&amp;postID=7554331505810932468' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/7554331505810932468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/7554331505810932468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/2008/02/polvere.html' title='Polvere'/><author><name>Berija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00268867679921317105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4070/3643/1600/Beri%27s.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R6cw2w3IWwI/AAAAAAAAADI/eMCIzEaOBJQ/s72-c/Senza+nome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783264346693452555.post-1838593756021648314</id><published>2008-01-13T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:29:57.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Signori, non guardate "I am legend": scontato, brutti effetti speciali e morale cristiana. Brr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comunque visitate; &lt;a href="http://www.tv-links.cc/"&gt;http://www.tv-links.cc/&lt;/a&gt;, c'è tutto il cinema appena uscito aggratiss! E a noi ci piace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155106413296395298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R4qd-E_epCI/AAAAAAAAADA/-whPTeCBp3c/s400/november_07_1_50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellissima... (Il pesce in questione è un merluzzo, ne ho pescati di simili in Norvegia-ndr  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783264346693452555-1838593756021648314?l=berija.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/feeds/1838593756021648314/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783264346693452555&amp;postID=1838593756021648314' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/1838593756021648314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/1838593756021648314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/2008/01/signori-non-guardate-i-am-legend.html' title=''/><author><name>Berija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00268867679921317105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4070/3643/1600/Beri%27s.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R4qd-E_epCI/AAAAAAAAADA/-whPTeCBp3c/s72-c/november_07_1_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783264346693452555.post-4688064985682962634</id><published>2008-01-07T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:49:12.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La perfetta felicità</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anche nella vita presente quello che noi chiamiamo "soggetto", "individuo" non è in realtà che un aggregato di elementi in divenire, ossia una combinazione provvisoria di processi: la morte è un evento, particolare ma non eccezionale, che &lt;em&gt;ridistribuisce&lt;/em&gt; questi processi. Una volta che concepiamo la vita come un susseguirsi di fenomeni impermanenti, la morte non appare più come una cesura definitiva, come un'eccezione, come un evento traumatico, ma si presenta come un &lt;strong&gt;"pasaggio ad altro stato"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153009477118501906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R4Mq0U_epBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9ZyhZ29hnj4/s200/november_07_1_30.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783264346693452555-4688064985682962634?l=berija.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/feeds/4688064985682962634/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783264346693452555&amp;postID=4688064985682962634' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/4688064985682962634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783264346693452555/posts/default/4688064985682962634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berija.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-perfetta-felicit.html' title='La perfetta felicità'/><author><name>Berija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00268867679921317105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4070/3643/1600/Beri%27s.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gm-00YC7ucs/R4Mq0U_epBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9ZyhZ29hnj4/s72-c/november_07_1_30.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
