tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45178170056249189632012-02-17T02:57:06.038+01:00Semplicemente le frasi che mi colpiscono delle canzoni che ascolto.stendicinonoreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-63081621156439820482008-05-23T13:14:00.000+02:002008-05-23T13:15:17.949+02:00<span style="background-color:#AACC44">Se amore con il dubbio è vero amore, questo è amore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#AACC44">Questo è amore - Simone Cristicchi</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-6308162115643982048?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-18328143739104960972008-05-23T13:08:00.000+02:002008-05-23T13:09:41.674+02:00<span style="background-color:#AACC44">Ricordati, dovunque sei, se mi cercherai sempre e per sempre dalla stessa parte mi troverai.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#AACC44">Sempre e per sempre - Francesco De Gregori</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1832814373910496097?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-74752839140523995282008-05-23T13:02:00.003+02:002008-05-23T13:07:56.700+02:00<span style="background-color:#AACC44">Ho la strana sensazione di un amore acceso esploso troppo presto fra le mani.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#AACC44">Cara Valentina - Max Gazzè</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-7475283914052399528?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-86157308214923945072008-05-22T14:50:00.000+02:002008-05-22T14:51:10.185+02:00<span style="background-color:#37BFBF">Ancora prima di trovarti ti ho perso. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#37BFBF">Amori in corso - Claudio Baglioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-8615730821492394507?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-35992888424834836442008-05-22T14:46:00.000+02:002008-05-22T14:47:51.178+02:00<span style="background-color:#37BFBF">Talvolta socchiudo gli occhi e m'illudo d'essere con te sulla sabbia ad ascoltare la voce del vento. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#37BFBF">In qualche parte del mondo - Luigi Tenco</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3599288842483483644?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-69684142934237586842008-05-22T14:43:00.000+02:002008-05-22T14:44:54.572+02:00<span style="background-color:#37BFBF">Sei solo la copia di mille riassunti.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#37BFBF">Giudizi Universali - Samuele Bersani</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-6968414293423758684?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-71385578965167759482008-05-21T16:35:00.000+02:002008-05-21T16:36:44.697+02:00<span style="background-color:#EC8863">Siamo gocce di un passato che non può più tornare. Questo tempo ci ha tradito, è inafferrabile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#EC8863">Gocce di memoria - Giorgia</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-7138557896516775948?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-62419882024935036862008-05-21T16:33:00.000+02:002008-05-21T16:35:17.990+02:00<span style="background-color:#EC8863">Mi sento strano davvero, da un pò di tempo è così: succede sempre ogni volta che sei qui.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#EC8863">M'innamoro davvero - Fabio Concato</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-6241988202493503686?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-34089969607398095142008-05-21T16:31:00.001+02:002008-05-21T16:33:39.222+02:00<span style="background-color:#EC8863">La vita, sai, è come un albero: è amore e fantasia, e un ramo di quell'albero sei tu.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#EC8863">Un mondo da scoprire - Daniele Groff</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3408996960739809514?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-20297578113728415782008-05-15T15:36:00.000+02:002008-05-15T15:37:54.157+02:00<span style="background-color:#B1F700">E' meglio amare e perdere che vincere ma non amare mai.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#B1F700">Mai più come te - Claudio Baglioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2029757811372841578?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-13442137523227846432008-05-15T15:32:00.000+02:002008-05-15T15:36:03.728+02:00<span style="background-color:#B1F700">Io non sapevo dirti che solo pensarti mi dà i brividi.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#B1F700">Spaccacuore - Samuele Bersani</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1344213752322784643?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-12243912517003264262008-05-14T09:56:00.000+02:002008-05-14T09:57:48.417+02:00<span style="background-color:#E8D9B2">Io ti verrò a cercare quando il buio tenta di far risaltare la tua assenza.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#E8D9B2">Dove sei tu - Cristina Donà</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1224391251700326426?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-17250635764967921002008-05-14T09:53:00.001+02:002008-05-14T09:57:59.650+02:00<span style="background-color:#E8D9B2">Sarebbe splendido amare veramente, riuscire a farcela, e non pentirsi mai.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#E8D9B2">Andarsene così - Baustelle</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1725063576496792100?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-85235795674442734262008-05-14T09:41:00.001+02:002008-05-14T09:45:08.797+02:00<span style="background-color:#E8D9B2">Guarda che le cose che ti dico non si amano; se devi amare, devi amare me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#E8D9B2">Lascia stare - Biagio Antonacci</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-8523579567444273426?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-79339738211896038692008-05-13T13:01:00.001+02:002008-05-13T13:01:00.266+02:00<span style="background-color:#CDEB8B">La vita è fatta di giornate e piccoli particolari. E non puoi dimenticare certe sensazioni ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#CDEB8B">Sulla strada - Enrico Ruggeri</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-7933973821189603869?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-7598892400928700342008-05-13T11:19:00.001+02:002008-05-13T11:19:00.943+02:00<span style="background-color:#CDEB8B">L'amore non si spiega. Fa girare il mondo e poi, se non c'è, diventa tutto inutile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#CDEB8B">L'amore non si spiega - Sergio Cammariere</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-759889240092870034?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-20244250217058899852008-05-13T09:16:00.003+02:002008-05-13T09:26:14.230+02:00<span style="background-color:#CDEB8B">Ti incontro per strada e divento triste perché poi penso che te ne andrai.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#CDEB8B">Tu non mi basti mai - Lucio Dalla</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2024425021705889985?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-11114214757620466982008-05-12T11:40:00.000+02:002008-05-12T11:42:52.820+02:00<span style="background-color:#C3D9FF">Ho tentato tutto quello che ho potuto, come l'ho potuto, fino a non poterci niente.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#C3D9FF">Il lanciatore di coltelli - Roberto Vecchioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1111421475762046698?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-19087966536935282162008-05-12T11:17:00.000+02:002008-05-12T11:17:01.007+02:00<span style="background-color:#C3D9FF">Quando scopriamo l'amore scopriamo la paura, la paura di perderlo. Scopriamo che è tutta questione di tempo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#C3D9FF">Vivere ancora - Gino Paoli</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1908796653693528216?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-34444391887332227602008-05-12T10:45:00.000+02:002008-05-12T10:47:03.533+02:00<span style="background-color:#C3D9FF">Sarà così che vivrò la mia vita: aspettandoti sempre, aspettando un si.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#C3D9FF">Voilà - Fabio Concato</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3444439188733222760?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-36969401782689998762008-05-11T15:27:00.000+02:002008-05-11T15:27:00.415+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">La vita è un brivido che vola via, è tutto un equilibrio sopra la follia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Sally - Vasco Rossi</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3696940178268999876?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-22729489858706400022008-05-11T12:25:00.000+02:002008-05-11T12:25:00.757+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Io non lo so se è meglio amarti invano o non amarti per niente. Io non lo so se non smetterai mai di mancarmi.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Mai più noi due - Dolcenera</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2272948985870640002?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-56607198052773224592008-05-11T09:05:00.000+02:002008-05-11T09:24:33.929+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Cantami dell'Universo, di un codice stellare che mentire non può.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Universo - Cristina Donà</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-5660719805277322459?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-47363411296536914222008-05-10T13:13:00.000+02:002008-05-10T13:13:01.732+02:00<span style="background-color:#6BBA70">Non ci ameremo più qui ma attraverso ciò che in altri giorni avremo perso.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#6BBA70">Fammi andar via - Claudio Baglioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-4736341129653691422?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-82865499564109923612008-05-10T10:12:00.000+02:002008-05-10T10:13:09.041+02:00<span style="background-color:#6BBA70">E va bene così me ne vado da te non ti cercherò più, non ti chiamerò più, ti cancello dall'anima.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#6BBA70">Una notte al telefono - Gigi D'Alessio</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-8286549956410992361?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-7122886129903204142008-05-10T08:08:00.000+02:002008-05-10T10:14:50.422+02:00<span style="background-color:#6BBA70">Questa notte questa città mi sembra bellissima, ti vedo scritta su tutti i muri, ogni canzone mi parla di te.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#6BBA70">Chissà se stai dormendo - Lorenzo Jovanotti</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-712288612990320414?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-71163804347460342702008-05-09T09:01:00.001+02:002008-05-09T09:25:47.820+02:00<span style="background-color:#4096EE">Forse un giorno manderò un messaggio, se dovessi farlo, vorrei scriverci soltanto "al momento sono sano e salvo".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#4096EE">Sano e salvo - Neffa</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-7116380434746034270?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-51032373668947746682008-05-09T08:57:00.001+02:002008-05-09T09:01:04.425+02:00<span style="background-color:#4096EE">Ma cosa fai? Non esiste che così da un giorno all'altro mi dici che ritorni indietro e forse ritornerai da me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#4096EE">Ovunque andrò - Le vibrazioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-5103237366894774668?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-84965171450351307812008-05-09T08:54:00.001+02:002008-05-09T08:57:10.893+02:00<span style="background-color:#4096EE">Prendi un giorno, il più bello che possiedi, ha il colore che non dimenticherai mai.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#4096EE">E' per te - L'aura</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-8496517145035130781?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-66172976100507679362008-05-08T09:11:00.000+02:002008-05-08T09:12:30.811+02:00<span style="background-color:#D01F3C">C'è differenza tra amare ed ogni sua dipendenza.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#D01F3C">La paura che ... - Tiziano Ferro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-6617297610050767936?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-34414001504499417602008-05-08T09:08:00.001+02:002008-05-08T09:11:28.838+02:00<span style="background-color:#D01F3C">Se chiudo gli occhi non ci sei in fondo a tutti i miei vorrei. Almeno tu lasciassi scia, saprei come lavarti via.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#D01F3C">Una Volta Tanto (Canzone Per Me) - Negramaro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3441400150449941760?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-64564846276722160962008-05-08T09:02:00.003+02:002008-05-08T09:08:42.970+02:00<span style="background-color:#D01F3C">Dev'esserci, lo sento, in terra o in cielo un posto dove non soffriremo e tutto sarà giusto.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#D01F3C">Cyrano - Francesco Guccini</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-6456484627672216096?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-47348502571274452332008-05-07T15:12:00.000+02:002008-05-07T15:13:21.447+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Il futuro era una nave tutta d’oro che noi pregavamo ci portasse via lontano.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">L'aeroplano - Baustelle</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-4734850257127445233?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-89567546650612567132008-05-07T11:01:00.001+02:002008-05-07T15:12:28.538+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Le cose giuste non hanno un gran bisogno di parole.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">Maggese - Cesare Cremonini</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-8956754665061256713?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-24119159420554424002008-05-07T09:51:00.002+02:002008-05-07T11:03:04.025+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Stai con me o stai senza, perchè credo che amare sia lasciar liberi di fare.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">Non ti voglio fermare - Mauro Di Maggio</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2411915942055442400?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-14532197154329445302008-05-07T09:40:00.002+02:002008-05-07T09:51:49.757+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Io ti baciavo mentre tu piangevi e adesso che io piango tu chi bacerai?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">Via - Claudio Baglioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1453219715432944530?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-50051071177022797112008-05-06T15:02:00.000+02:002008-05-06T15:03:50.458+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Destinati a perdersi in spazi troppo piccoli, in pezzi che non puoi riappiccicare.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Destinati a perdersi - Negrita</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-5005107117702279711?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-20051368911613680062008-05-06T14:56:00.000+02:002008-05-06T14:57:34.816+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Senza chiedere mai niente al mondo, neanche a te; senza chiedermi perché ti vedo dappertutto, anche in me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Replay - Samuele Bersani</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2005136891161368006?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-50426504273530477622008-05-06T08:45:00.001+02:002008-05-06T08:46:44.394+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Resti fermo e ascolti questa vita che va e ti trascina via, non sai dove porti e se a qualcuno gli andrà di farti compagnia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Coralli - Francesco Renga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-5042650427353047762?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-27351831231945446662008-05-06T08:43:00.000+02:002008-05-06T08:44:07.470+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">L'uomo che ama si dibatte in un lago salato asciugato dal sole.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">L'amore pensato - Max Gazzè</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2735183123194544666?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-34956141849554196232008-05-06T08:41:00.000+02:002008-05-06T08:42:32.563+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Per amarti senza amare prima me vorrei essere tua madre.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Vorrei essere tua madre - Roberto Vecchioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3495614184955419623?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-40941915016928254622008-05-05T09:02:00.000+02:002008-05-05T09:04:32.958+02:00<span style="background-color:#00BFFF">Ci sono infinite cose deliziose così vicine agli occhi che non le sai vedere.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#00BFFF">Mai più come ieri - Mario Venuti</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-4094191501692825462?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-22086833494969044692008-05-05T09:00:00.000+02:002008-05-05T09:02:10.312+02:00<span style="background-color:#00BFFF">Nell'aria c'è un vuoto che riempirò con le parole; le lacrime calpesterò, le lascerò a chi le vuole.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#00BFFF">Nell'aria - L'aura</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2208683349496904469?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-11510966746038909622008-05-05T08:53:00.000+02:002008-05-05T08:55:18.270+02:00<span style="background-color:#00BFFF">Mi ricordo limpida la trasmissione dei pensieri, la sensazione che in un attimo qualunque cosa pensassimo poteva succedere.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#00BFFF">La descrizione di un attimo - Tiromancino</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1151096674603890962?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-76810926177490586682008-05-04T08:32:00.001+02:002008-05-04T17:54:55.869+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Ho passato tanti anni in una gabbia d' oro. Si, forse bellissimo, ma sempre in gabbia ero.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">E fuori è buio - Tiziano Ferro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-7681092617749058668?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-3485012925667182912008-05-04T08:29:00.001+02:002008-05-04T17:55:11.571+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Guardami, non potrai mai trovare un altro come me. Sarà difficile perfino anche per te che hai avuto sempre tutto, tutto facile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">Vieni qui - Vasco Rossi</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-348501292566718291?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-17721313147115316442008-05-04T08:23:00.002+02:002008-05-04T17:55:21.755+02:00<span style="background-color:#FF7400">Tra le cose che non ti ho mai dato ora c'è un'ultima poesia, il vento poi ti soffia via.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#FF7400">L'ultima poesia - Francesco Renga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-1772131314711531644?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-1730455638149104152008-05-03T09:21:00.003+02:002008-05-04T17:56:46.484+02:00<span style="background-color:#76EE00">C'è sempre un'altra possibilità per capire, per perdonare, per cambiare e tornare ad amare.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#76EE00">Un'altra possibilità - Tricarico</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-173045563814910415?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-28806590817532930562008-05-03T09:15:00.003+02:002008-05-03T09:20:21.061+02:00<span style="background-color:#76EE00">Dovremmo, sai, a questo punto decidere cosa si fa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:#76EE00">Le note blu - Sergio Cammariere</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2880659081753293056?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-90585838712131823082008-05-02T11:30:00.004+02:002008-05-02T15:10:40.249+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Ho aspettato a lungo qualcosa che non c'è, invece di guardare il sole sorgere.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow">Qualcosa che non c'è - Elisa</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-9058583871213182308?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-27785769530489268432008-05-02T11:29:00.005+02:002008-05-02T20:42:40.598+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Sai, certe volte accade che ci sia bisogno di andar via e lasciare tutto al fato.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow;">Dedicato a te - Le vibrazioni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-2778576953048926843?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-32142841558339759082008-05-02T11:28:00.004+02:002008-05-02T20:42:56.732+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Neri quei giorni che passano senza di te, quasi convinto che in fondo sia meglio così.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow;">Zeta reticoli - Meganoidi</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-3214284155833975908?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517817005624918963.post-84200607969188952102008-05-02T11:18:00.004+02:002008-05-02T20:43:21.881+02:00<span style="background-color:yellow">Cos'è che ci muove, che ci consente di stare insieme? Cos'è che fa male quando qualcuno ti delude?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic; background-color:yellow;">Cos'è - L'aura</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517817005624918963-8420060796918895210?l=pieceofsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stendicinonoreply@blogger.com0