<?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-6442644725772418950</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:20:01.412-08:00</updated><category term='Things about me'/><category term='Emile M. Cioran'/><category term='Per la serie: oggi sono down'/><category term='Things make me angry'/><category term='Holy Crap'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Happy Things'/><category term='Cassate'/><category term='My dear lovely things'/><title type='text'>Bottom of the Death Valley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-274225486274275015</id><published>2009-02-01T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:08:01.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><title type='text'>La mia pagellina</title><content type='html'>Religione: 8&lt;br /&gt;Italiano: 8 - 8&lt;br /&gt;Storia: 8&lt;br /&gt;Tedesco: 8 - 8&lt;br /&gt;Diritto ed Economia: 7&lt;br /&gt;Matematica: 5 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Inglese: 6 - 7&lt;br /&gt;Scienze della terra e Biologia: 6&lt;br /&gt;Economia Aziendale: 6 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Trattamento Testi: 7&lt;br /&gt;Ed. Fisica: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condotta: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyappi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-274225486274275015?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/274225486274275015/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=274225486274275015' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/274225486274275015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/274225486274275015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-mia-pagellina.html' title='La mia pagellina'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-3928693812431207862</id><published>2009-02-01T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:53:53.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Crap'/><title type='text'>Gomen</title><content type='html'>Non riesco ad aggiornare spesso...&lt;br /&gt;La scuola incombe su di me...&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-3928693812431207862?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3928693812431207862/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=3928693812431207862' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/3928693812431207862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/3928693812431207862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2009/02/gomen.html' title='Gomen'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-44515464239286355</id><published>2008-12-24T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:29:37.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassate'/><title type='text'>Like every year...</title><content type='html'>Buon Natale e buone feste a tutti!! è.é&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-44515464239286355?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/44515464239286355/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=44515464239286355' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/44515464239286355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/44515464239286355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-every-year.html' title='Like every year...'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-3421295664187222473</id><published>2008-12-21T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:43:29.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassate'/><title type='text'>Rock the Casbah!</title><content type='html'>1. Ho solo una materia sotto: matematica&lt;br /&gt;2. Sono iniziate le vacanze.&lt;br /&gt;3. Oggi è il compleanno dell'amore della mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;4. Il 25 novembre ho compiuto 16 anni.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sono troppo fuori quando mi ci metto.&lt;br /&gt;6. Il gatto mi fa le fusa mentre dorme sulle mie spalle (e a volte mi lecca le orecchie).&lt;br /&gt;7. Tra non molto lo potrò abbracciare.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ho delle persone che mi vogliono bene. Dovrei desiderare qualcos'altro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strafoghiamoci di pandoro!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-3421295664187222473?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3421295664187222473/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=3421295664187222473' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/3421295664187222473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/3421295664187222473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-casbah.html' title='Rock the Casbah!'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-489711448374759950</id><published>2008-12-14T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:46:10.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My dear lovely things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emile M. Cioran'/><title type='text'>Citazioni: Cioran</title><content type='html'>Come ogni altra cosa umana, anche la politica non si compie che sulla propria rovina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. M. Cioran (Essai sur la pensée réactionnaire)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-489711448374759950?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/489711448374759950/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=489711448374759950' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/489711448374759950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/489711448374759950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/citazioni-cioran.html' title='Citazioni: Cioran'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-874466006459435039</id><published>2008-11-11T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:14:39.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Conceived Sorrow</title><content type='html'>Conceived Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il sole che si avvinghia alle spine&lt;br /&gt;Il rimorso si scioglie mescolandosi ai sospiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sputo nel sogno che sono stanco di fare e sorrido&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore delle persone che sono state divorate dalla solitudine&lt;br /&gt;Cresce nella crudeltà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si amalgama nel candore che vi si è sovrapposto&lt;br /&gt;La verità che si è infranta senza volerlo viene contraddetta&lt;br /&gt;L'amore in un sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mattino si è già oscurato ed è morto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, non mi raggiungi, finiamo per separarci&lt;br /&gt;Voglio dormire con le lacrime in una dolcezza immacolata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le bugie che ho concepito sono radiose&lt;br /&gt;Le lacrime con cui sono affogato in una piscina di rasoi&lt;br /&gt;Sono vagamente dolci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il domani si è già oscurato ed è morto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non posso lasciar perdere né le lacrime, né le bugie, né l'amore&lt;br /&gt;Mi odi... ma dato che non posso tornare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, non mi raggiungi, finiamo per separarci&lt;br /&gt;Voglio dormire con le lacrime in una dolcezza immacolata&lt;br /&gt;Solo il cielo rosa scuro che porto sulle spalle risuona&lt;br /&gt;La voce che grida... non si sente più...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subliminal Vision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-874466006459435039?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/874466006459435039/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=874466006459435039' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/874466006459435039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/874466006459435039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/conceived-sorrow.html' title='Conceived Sorrow'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-1858250417354209054</id><published>2008-11-01T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:15:12.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My dear lovely things'/><title type='text'>Dir en grey - Uroboros</title><content type='html'>Gan-shin/Audioglobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intelligente la mossa dei nipponici, quella di aggiornare le anticedenti profusioni trash grind gotiche attraverso la rilettura di una dinamica rock costantemente votata a colori romantici e sinistramente inquieti (la prestazione sonico-vocale di &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Red Soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; definisce il trat d'union con il parossismo di &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Saku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, la cui tematica viene brutalizzata nelle distanze commoventi della successiva &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Doukoku to Sarinu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula che non solo consente di rinverdire le inclinazioni tra la forma wake rock psichedelica primigenia e l'odierno calco metal, quasi volesse porsi come l'odierno &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Macabre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (e ci riesce bene, specialmente con &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Toguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - che coglie spazialità à la Porcupine Tree -, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Glass Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; o &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dozing Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), ma oltrepassa le prudenti posizioni di &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marrow To A Bone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; verso le filiazioni di casa Neurosis-Alice In Chains e bella triade Naked City-Fantomas-Cannibal Corpse in chiave etno (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Reiketsu Nariseba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Pure in seno a metodiche funk prog metalliche (&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dà stupefancenti ripetizioni ai Red Hot passando per Lynch), Uroboros è il rispettoso superamento di &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Withering to Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;... prendete fiato e andateci a fondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stefano Morelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RUMORE&lt;/span&gt;, novembre 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-1858250417354209054?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1858250417354209054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=1858250417354209054' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/1858250417354209054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/1858250417354209054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/dir-en-grey-uroboros.html' title='Dir en grey - Uroboros'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-9218513209244755519</id><published>2008-10-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:01:00.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things make me angry'/><title type='text'>Where is our fortunate future?</title><content type='html'>O mamma santissima, stasera vado a sentire i Nine Theories Of Mind, poi domenica...Lucca.&lt;br /&gt;Lucca Comics!! Io, omygold, svengo.&lt;br /&gt;Poi domenica 9...Verona mi apetta, si, apetta e non scassate il casso.&lt;br /&gt;Sono Felicissimissima! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine sta benedetta riforma è stata approvata, fanculo, speriamo si faccia un referendum abrogativo, dopotutto siamo ancora in Vacatio Legis, no?&lt;br /&gt;L'Italia è proprio un bel paese di Merda, ci sarebbe davvero da andare via.&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza, l'Italia sarebbe un così bel paese e invece ci pensano gli italiani a rovinarlo, il nostro è un paese in decadenza.&lt;br /&gt;Che schifo.&lt;br /&gt;Altro che riforma della scuola, qui ci vogliono rifilare i preti, sbaglio o le scuole private sono pappa e ciccia con la chiesa? Bene, allora apprestiamoci a diventare un paese chiuso, razzista, un popolo di omofobi dominato da pedofili.&lt;br /&gt;Qui da riformare ci sarebbero i politici, altro che scuola, cazzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora chiudo che sennò mi infiammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buona serata a tutti. ^^9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-9218513209244755519?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/9218513209244755519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=9218513209244755519' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/9218513209244755519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/9218513209244755519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-our-fortunate-future.html' title='Where is our fortunate future?'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-2529659257240785618</id><published>2008-10-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:57:35.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Dead Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dead Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testo: Kyo&lt;br /&gt;Musica: Dir en Grey&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione: Zan [Subliminal Vision]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do acqua ad un albero morto...&lt;br /&gt;Tu che ti rifletti ancora nell' acqua fangosa...&lt;br /&gt;Gli ideali che ho disegnato nel cielo sono sogni, speranze&lt;br /&gt;Tu che amando il rosso della passione ancora non ti fermi...&lt;br /&gt;Gli ideali, dolci più delle caramelle, sono solo ideali&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno vuole il presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché? Perché? Si ripete e non guarisce, perché? perché?&lt;br /&gt;Si ripete nel mio cuore morto.&lt;br /&gt;Amore, tenerezza, libertà e pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punta il dito, addio.&lt;br /&gt;L' amore sulla bocca di una fredda pistola puntata alla fronte.&lt;br /&gt;Anche questo bambino dalla giacca rossa trattiene le lacrime e può abbracciare il presente che ha continuato ad affrontare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché? Perché? Si ripete e non guarisce, perché? perché?&lt;br /&gt;Si ripete nel mio cuore morto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-2529659257240785618?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2529659257240785618/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=2529659257240785618' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/2529659257240785618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/2529659257240785618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/dead-tree-testo-kyo-musica-dir-en-grey.html' title='Dead Tree'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-5018335246154341176</id><published>2008-10-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:35:23.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Crap'/><title type='text'>Profonda 1cm e larga 8cm, una cicatrice che non se ne andrà</title><content type='html'>Oggi sono uscita con delle amiche, non abbiamo fatto nulla di particolare...&lt;br /&gt;Ce ne era una un pò indesiderata, ma ormai le cose son passate, l'odio si attenua sempre di più (o aumenta? °°), perfortuna se ne è andata dopo non molto.&lt;br /&gt;Non per chissà che cosa, diciamocelo, ma siamo due antitesi quindi finiamo per guardarci in cagnesco ogni volta. Comunque, la giornata è passata fra risate e risate, cantare &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bottom of the Death Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; per strada è stimolante, certo, lo screamo di Kyo non mi veniva per niente bene ma non importa, l'importante è fare qualcosa che ti diverte, Sheena mi diceva che urlavo proprio, chissà che colpo la gente. Mi fa male la gola...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vabò, vado a preparare da mangiare...&lt;br /&gt;Shiau. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-5018335246154341176?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5018335246154341176/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=5018335246154341176' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/5018335246154341176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/5018335246154341176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/profonda-1cm-e-larga-8cm-una-cicatrice.html' title='Profonda 1cm e larga 8cm, una cicatrice che non se ne andrà'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-727373016271357138</id><published>2008-10-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:16:48.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Hold the line</title><content type='html'>Hold the line - Toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you say you care&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you've been treating my friends&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way that you stayed till the end&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the words that you told me, girl&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you say you're mine, ooh&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way that you came back to me&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way that your love set me free&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the words that you told me&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you say you're mine, ooh&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way that you came back to me&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way that your love set me free&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus - love isn't always on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, love isn't always on time -&lt;br /&gt;love isn't always, love isn't always on time&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, love isn't always on time, love isn't always on time&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't always on time, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-727373016271357138?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/727373016271357138/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=727373016271357138' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/727373016271357138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/727373016271357138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/hold-line.html' title='Hold the line'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-595837922546748620</id><published>2008-10-24T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:17:36.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Per la serie: oggi sono down'/><title type='text'>Il vero me stesso viene gettato sull'asfalto, con un flashback ho visto per due giorni il fragile me stesso e "la te che amo".</title><content type='html'>Sera a tutti.&lt;br /&gt;E' dal 5 che non scrivo! Ora mi sento in colpa, oh, uno scrive quando può.&lt;br /&gt;Va tutto estremamente bene, troppo che ho paura che tutto venga travolto da un buco nero e vada in frantumi....&lt;br /&gt;Mannaggia se non sono pessimista...&lt;br /&gt;Comunque, ho comprato *rullo di tamburi* &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Ugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Che bello avere un altro cd dei Dir en Grey in mano...&lt;br /&gt;Oggi sono stata a casa, mal di cozza e nausea...&lt;br /&gt;Non ho nulla di particolare da dire...&lt;br /&gt;al prossimo aggiornamento! ^^9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-595837922546748620?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/595837922546748620/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=595837922546748620' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/595837922546748620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/595837922546748620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/il-vero-me-stesso-viene-gettato.html' title='Il vero me stesso viene gettato sull&apos;asfalto, con un flashback ho visto per due giorni il fragile me stesso e &quot;la te che amo&quot;.'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-7953497289741946288</id><published>2008-10-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:42:07.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things make me angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Per la serie: oggi sono down'/><title type='text'>Ogni cosa intorno a me si è tinta di nero, è esteticamente eccitante...</title><content type='html'>Questa settimana mia madre è casa per ferie, significa avere una scassa balls attaccata al sedere.&lt;br /&gt;Non mi darebbe molto fastidio se mi fosse capitato in una settimana diversa, perchè?&lt;br /&gt;Perchè di solito quando è a casa&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; scappo fuori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;Peccato che ho una settimana impregnata di verifiche, economia, storia, scienze, matematica e diritto.&lt;br /&gt;Cosa peggiore, se è casa spesso a mia madre prende la stizza di fare qualcosa per cui ha bisogno del &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aiuto. Ma io devo studiare, quindi sarà un litigio continuo -_-&lt;br /&gt;Domani devo ripassare storia assolutamente, speriamo non scassi le balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerco di farmi forza e non deprimermi.&lt;br /&gt;Però, io avevo in programma di uscire a pranzo con amiche sabato, peccato che, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mia madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;voglia festeggiare il suo compleanno in montagna. Si parte &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sabato mattina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Semmai si scopre che devo morire causa malattie gravi la prima cosa che faccio è mozzare la testa a quella donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per la cronaca, oggi mi ha fatto girare i coglioni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dov'è la mia puccioseria? W la puccioseria!!&lt;br /&gt;Domani dovrò alzarmi mezz'ora prima, non ho voglia...&lt;br /&gt;Shiau, batta, stufata del pc, vado a docciarmi...&lt;br /&gt;^^/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-7953497289741946288?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7953497289741946288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=7953497289741946288' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/7953497289741946288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/7953497289741946288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/ogni-cosa-intorno-me-si-tinta-di-nero.html' title='Ogni cosa intorno a me si è tinta di nero, è esteticamente eccitante...'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-7480691443616733503</id><published>2008-09-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:00:05.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Perfect Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Perfect Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;sun is born of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it sets again&lt;br /&gt;Though no one's here to see - it's &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;A trip to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'s not really on the cards, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my moment has come&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;crying shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, for now my life is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;So perfect&lt;/span&gt;, this moment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So perfect, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm happy to die in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;sun is born of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it sets again&lt;br /&gt;Though no one's here to see - it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;So perfect&lt;/span&gt;, this moment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So perfect, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm happy to die in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Heaven on &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;sun is born of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the sun is born of night&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-7480691443616733503?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7480691443616733503/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=7480691443616733503' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/7480691443616733503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/7480691443616733503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-moment.html' title='Perfect Moment'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-3415300447882113541</id><published>2008-09-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:44:15.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things make me angry'/><title type='text'>Vita dolce, Vita matta, l'ultima Vita, il Cervello si fracassa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In poche parole ho mal di testa&lt;/em&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono sempre chiesta come mai una giornata durì così poco. Attenzione oggi sono &lt;em&gt;down,&lt;/em&gt; intendo, non ti accorgi di nulla e già è passato un sacco di tempo. Sono le 18.40 e io non ho fatto niente =.= Intendo, il tempo passa così veloce...non è giusto.&lt;br /&gt;Io vorrei che durasse di più una giornata...&lt;br /&gt;Non so se è per questo ma io la notte non ho sonno, arrivano le 2 e io non ho sonno, poi è un trauma alzarmi alla mattina...sarà meglio che vada a letto prima stanotte ma...si, per me anche di notte la mente è sveglia uguale. Non so se riesco a spiegarmi, ma per me alle 23 è come se fossero le 16 del pomeriggio. Sento il bisogno di impiegarla, perchè la sera e la notte non si deve fare niente? E' tempo sprecato. Che tristezza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per cambiare discorso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuola, compagni di classe in specifico. I soggetti un pò così, quelli con cui non parli ci sono sempre ma...si respira un'aria diversa dal linguistico; le compagne vengono lì, ti chiedono, ti salutano sempre, ti chiedono come va, ti si siedono in braccio facendoti diventare una gamba una sogliola...XD Ma, era questo quello che cercano, mi commuovo a pensarci ma per un anno tutto questo mi è mancato. La persona da cui ricevevo dolcezze dopo neanche 3 mesi non me ne ha più date, ero affamata di tenerezza. Sono contenta di aver trovato un'ambiente così.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora sarà meglio che vada, devo fare un sacco di cose...shiau. *^*/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-3415300447882113541?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3415300447882113541/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=3415300447882113541' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/3415300447882113541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/3415300447882113541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/vita-dolce-vita-matta-lultima-vita-il.html' title='Vita dolce, Vita matta, l&apos;ultima Vita, il Cervello si fracassa...'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-2316099695349354521</id><published>2008-09-21T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:06:48.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Per la serie: oggi sono down'/><title type='text'>Voglio uccidere il presente</title><content type='html'>Sento l'impellente bisogno di "uccidere".&lt;br /&gt;Rompere, sfasciare qualcosa...&lt;br /&gt;Prendere la scrivania a calci...&lt;br /&gt;Picchiare qualcuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho troppa rabbia repressa in corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse dovrei piangere un pò.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-2316099695349354521?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2316099695349354521/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=2316099695349354521' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/2316099695349354521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/2316099695349354521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/voglio-uccidere-il-presente.html' title='Voglio uccidere il presente'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442644725772418950.post-5557713045046743232</id><published>2008-09-18T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:09:02.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things make me angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassate'/><title type='text'>Continuando illimitatamente a dare vita al Dolore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNJ9Liwdz9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6O6FOS_FICQ/s1600-h/015copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247394153102168018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNJ9Liwdz9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6O6FOS_FICQ/s400/015copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bene, si, è un &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;messaggio di benvenuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, perchè...mistero della &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Molti penseranno che mi piacciano i pois, ma &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;non è vero&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Come avrete già capito, amo i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ma non solo, ascolto molti gruppi jRock.&lt;br /&gt;Ma non amo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fossilizzarmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, nel mio iPod si può vedere Saku dei Diru seguita dal Canone di Pachelbel e poi da Bubble Trip di Anna Tsuchiya.&lt;br /&gt;Insomma, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ascolto di tutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E NON mi vesto in base a quello che ascolto.&lt;/em&gt; Orbene, è una cosa che detesto; io mi vesto come una persona normalissima, un paio di jeans e una maglietta, giacca, camicia, quel che lè.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sabato scorso la mia compagna di banco è arrivata a scuola con una gonna molto gothicloli e tutti "ma te cosa sei?", bè, sarò io se permetti, non ho il diritto di vestirmi come mi pare? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dopotutto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arriva una, vestita tutta di nero e rosso, stile pankettona e mi fa "Io ascolto roba forte", io "The birthday massacre, Slipknot...Sex Pistols?" e lei "No, Avril Lavigne, Tokyo Hotel roba punk"...&lt;strong&gt;wow molto punk&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, chiudiamo questo discorso, che al momento è una delle cose che mi fa imbestialire di più...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che dire di me? Leggete la descrizione, è proprio &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;qui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a sinistra ^^&lt;br /&gt;Sono &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Otakunomane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, leggere è praticamente la mia più grande passione, prediligo le storie tragiche e tormentate, che magari finiscano male...Oddiu, che romantica.&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacciono gli &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yaoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, si anche io ho questa malattia, :sisi:, adoro la saga di Takumi-Kun.&lt;br /&gt;Per gli Yuri mi sto approcciando, diciamo che non sono fanatica ma se non sono pesanti va ben. XD Una mia amica mi ha definito &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Eterofobica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, non amo particolarmente gli Shojo, ma quando mi piacciono...*w* LOL&lt;br /&gt;Le mie mangaka preferite sono &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rumiko Takahashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Kaori Yuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mi hanno definito: sadica, asociale, macabra e simili...&lt;br /&gt;In senso buono (ah, perchè si può trovare qualcosa di buono in queste parole? °°), in senso divertente, và, diciamo così...&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono resa conto di nominare troppo le parole &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;maciullamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;chupa chups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;pogare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; insieme troppo spesso, è preoccupante...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nonstante io dia un'aria un pò cosà io sono davvero una persona &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;dolce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Mi faccio in quattro per gli altri, sono sempre disponibile ad aiutare, amo i dolci e...e adoro tutto ciò che riguarda il &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lampone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! °.°/ Si, ho la coperta al lampone, bevo il thè al lampone (e echinacea), ho il profumo a lampone, mangio la marmellata al lampone...okey, questo blog dovevo chiamarlo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;raspBerry jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Il mio colore preferito è il viola, mi piacciono i vestiti ottocenteschi e adoro le (mie) unghie lunghe!! Mi diverto a colorarle di ogni smalto e oggi sono a quasi un centimetro, smalto nero.&lt;br /&gt;Provate a dire "sei emo" perchè mi metto lo smalto nero e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;vi sodomizzo per poi impalarvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. +.+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso che possa bastare come primo post...&lt;br /&gt;Rendo noto che non sarò molto presente &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;causa scuola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, mi capite vero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Il mio nome qui è &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Louis Ludwig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ma sono conosciuta in quasi tutti gli altri siti con il nome di &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jachan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ma dato che ho già un blog dove mi firmo così ho deciso di cambiare]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442644725772418950-5557713045046743232?l=conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5557713045046743232/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442644725772418950&amp;postID=5557713045046743232' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/5557713045046743232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442644725772418950/posts/default/5557713045046743232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceivedsorrowsandeadtrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/continuando-illimitatamente-dare-vita.html' title='Continuando illimitatamente a dare vita al Dolore'/><author><name>Ludwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631165862434060144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNKW1IUtKxI/AAAAAAAAABI/tXTBbRIXbDw/S220/versiform_ludwig03.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AIFCXYn6PeA/SNJ9Liwdz9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6O6FOS_FICQ/s72-c/015copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
