tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49488953594624931982011-04-21T22:12:40.083Zlunarossa, romantica e mutevole, amo l'estate, il cielo terso e il mare scintillante in cui mi specchio :)lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-29494169412749348862008-04-30T10:16:00.008Z2008-05-01T11:21:14.872Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-b7dLq11jI" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/0-b7dLq11jI/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="Natalie Cole and Nat King Cole - When I Fall In Love" qliconalt="0-b7dLq11jI" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span><br /><br />When I fall in love,<br />it will be forever.<br />Or I'll never fall in love.<br />In a restless world like this is<br />love is ended before it's begun,<br />and too many <span style="font-weight:bold; color: #F67C2A;">moonlight</span> kisses<br />seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.<br />When I give my heart,<br />it will be completely.<br />Or I'll never give my heart.<br />And the moment I can feel that<br />you feel that way too<br />is when I fall in love with you.<br />When I give my heart,<br />it will be completely.<br />Or I'll never give my heart.<br />And the moment I can feel that<br />you feel that way too<br />is when I fall in love with you.<br />And the moment I can feel that<br />you feel that way too<br />is when I fall in love with you.<br />is when I fall in love with you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-2949416941274934886?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-19727608168892207252007-04-26T07:19:00.001Z2007-04-26T07:22:19.738ZI don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum.<br><br> <I>- George Bernard Shaw -</I><!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size:10px;text-align:right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/moon" rel="tag">moon</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Shaw" rel="tag">Shaw</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-1972760816889220725?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-16071020972677681382007-04-09T07:39:00.005Z2008-05-01T11:21:58.878Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2XQbjkNA5c" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/X2XQbjkNA5c/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="GUARDA CHE LUNA" qliconalt="X2XQbjkNA5c" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span><br /><br />Guarda che luna, guarda che mare,<br/> da questa notte senza te dovrò restare<br/> folle d'amore vorrei morire<br/> mentre la luna di lassù mi sta a guardare.<br/> <br/> Resta soltanto tutto il rimpianto<br/> perché ho peccato nel desiderarti tanto<br/> ora son solo a ricordare e vorrei poterti dire<br/> guarda che luna, guarda che mare!<br/> <br/> Ma guarda che luna, guarda che mare,<br/> in questa notte senza te vorrei morire<br/> perché son solo a ricordare e vorrei poterti dire<br/> guarda che luna, guarda che mare!<br/> Guarda che luna, guarda che mare! Che luna!<!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size:10px;text-align:right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-1607102097267768138?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-91681607041994936232007-04-05T07:56:00.001Z2007-04-05T07:59:57.296Z<p>Quando un dito punta alla luna, l'imbecille guarda il dito</p> <p><I>- Proverbio cinese -</I><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <br/> <!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size:10px;text-align:right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/proverbio" rel="tag">proverbio</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-9168160704199493623?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-86816964294533143472007-04-04T18:33:00.002Z2008-05-01T11:22:52.777Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojtXgSosrww" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ojtXgSosrww/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="Nada - Luna in piena" qliconalt="ojtXgSosrww" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span><br /><br />Non so ballare niente<br />Nè un tango, nè un valzer<br />Non so ballare niente<br />Mi dondolo in disparte<br />La vita è una mossa<br />Dimentico me stessa<br />Sono la tua donna piena d'ombre<br />Spingo la nave in rotta<br />Sento una fitta al cuore<br />Non ho paura voglio solo andare<br />E dentro le tue mani<br />Sono una luna in piena<br />Resto lassù a guardare la tua voglia che<br />Piena in piena<br />Prendimi stasera<br />Sono in piena<br />Prendimi la testa fra le mani<br />E tocca la paura vera<br />La mia timidezza mi incatena<br />Non so ballare il tango<br />Non so ballare il valzer<br />Non so ballare niente<br />Mi dondolo in disparte<br />In piedi contro il muro<br />Guardo il mio futuro<br />Perso in una marea d'ombre<br />E dentro le tue mani<br />Sono una luna piena<br />Resto lassù a guardare la tua voglia che<br />Piena in piena<br />Prendimi stasera<br />Sono in piena in piena<br />Prendimi la testa fra le mani<br />E tocca la paura vera<br />La mia timidezza mi incatena.<br /><!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nada" rel="tag">nada</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sanremo" rel="tag">sanremo</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-8681696429453314347?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-86280772254060783752007-03-18T12:56:00.002Z2008-05-01T11:23:37.582Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aU02NIFdQM" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/_aU02NIFdQM/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="Moon river/ Audrey Hepburn" qliconalt="_aU02NIFdQM" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span> <br /><br />Moon River, wider than a mile,<br />I'm crossing you in style some day.<br />Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,<br />wherever you're going I'm going your way.<br />Two drifters off to see the world.<br />There's such a lot of world to see.<br />We're after the same rainbow's end--<br />waiting 'round the bend,<br />my huckleberry friend,<br />Moon River and me.<!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/moon" rel="tag">moon</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/river" rel="tag">river</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Tiffany" rel="tag">Tiffany</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-8628077225406078375?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-51083754686596816942007-03-11T13:35:00.002Z2008-05-01T11:24:26.453Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsUnrIcAj8I" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/NsUnrIcAj8I/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="Frank Sinatra Moonlight Serenade" qliconalt="NsUnrIcAj8I" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span><br /><br /> I stand at your gate.<br /> And the song that I sing is of moonlight.<br /> I stand and I wait<br /> For the touch of your hand in the June night.<br /> The roses are singing a moonlight serenade.<br /><br /> The stars are aglow.<br /> And tonight how their light sets me dreaming.<br /> My love, do you know<br /> That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?<br /> I bring you, and I sing you a moonlight serenade.<br /><br /> Let us stray 'til break of day<br /> In love's valley of dreams.<br /> Just you and I, a summer sky,<br /> A heavenly breeze, kissin' the trees.<br /><br /> So don't let me wait.<br /> Come to me tenderly in the June night.<br /> I stand at your gate<br /> And I sing you a song in the moonlight.<br /> A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade.<!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/moonlight" rel="tag">moonlight</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/serenade" rel="tag">serenade</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/glen" rel="tag">glen</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/miller" rel="tag">miller</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag">lyrics</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-5108375468659681694?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-41894694338463932842007-03-09T10:45:00.001Z2007-03-09T10:47:15.279Z<p>Tre cose non possono restare a lungo nascoste: il sole, la luna e la verità.</p> <p><i>- Buddha -</i><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <br /><!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/citazioni" rel="tag">citazioni</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/buddha" rel="tag">buddha</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-4189469433846393284?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-82350354596068086902007-03-08T15:24:00.003Z2008-05-01T11:34:19.877Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSqBsOm8wsc" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/cSqBsOm8wsc/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="d'angelo-dalla-morandi-mango &quot;luna rossa&quot; (live gioia tauro)" qliconalt="cSqBsOm8wsc" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span><br /><br />Vaco distrattamente abbandunato,<br />l'uocchie sotto 'o cappiello annascunnute,<br />mane int'a sacca e bavero aizato,<br />vaco fiscann'a 'e stelle ca so' asciute.<br />E 'a luna rossa me parla 'e te...<br />Io le domando si aspiette a me<br />e me risponne: "si 'o vvuò sapè...<br />cca nun ce sta nisciuna!"<br />E io chiammo 'o nomme pe te vedè,<br />ma tutt'a gente ca parla 'e te<br />risponne: "è tarde, che vvuò sapè!?<br />Cca nun ce sta nisciuna!"<br />Luna rossa... chi me sarrà sincera?<br />Luna rossa... se n'è gghiuta ll'ata sera senza me vedè!<br />E io dico ancora ca aspetta a me<br />fore 'o balcone stanotte 'e tre<br />e prega 'e sante pe me vedè<br />...ma nun ce sta nisciuna!<br />E io chiammo 'o nomme pe te vedè<br />ma tutta 'a gente ca parla 'e te<br />risponne: "è tarde, che vvuò sapè!?<br />Cca nun ce sta nisciuna!"<br />E 'a luna rossa me parla 'e te...<br />io le domando si aspiette a me<br />e me risponne: "si 'o vvuò sapè...<br />cca nun ce sta nisciuna!"<br />Cca nun ce sta nisciuna!<br />Cca nun ce sta nisciuna!<!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/rossa" rel="tag">rossa</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/canzone" rel="tag">canzone</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/napoletana" rel="tag">napoletana</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-8235035459606808690?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-24367705304024412412007-02-27T09:42:00.003Z2008-05-01T11:35:10.212Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJb8e05gB38" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DJb8e05gB38/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="Peppino Di Capri &quot;Luna Caprese&quot; LIVE" qliconalt="DJb8e05gB38" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube </span><br /><br />Ohéee!...<br /> Cu me cantate 'sta canzone...<br /> vuje ca suffrite 'e ppene de ll'ammore...<br /> Capre,<br /> ve pò 'ncantá cu na parola...<br /><br /> Só' accumparute 'e stelle a primma sera,<br /> tutta Tragára luce 'mmiez'ô mare...<br /> na fascia 'argiento sott''e Faragliune<br /> e nu mistero 'int'a 'sta notte chiara.<br /> Notte 'e silenzio e i', mo, chesta canzone,<br /> cantá vulesse a chi mm'ha affatturato...<br /> <br /> Tu, luna luna tu, luna caprese,<br /> ca faje sunná ll'ammore a 'e 'nnammurate...<br /> adduorme a nénna mia ca sta scetata<br /> e falla 'nnammurá cu na buscía.<br /> Tu, luna luna tu, luna busciarda,<br /> famme passá sti ppene 'e gelusia<br /> e fa' ca nénna fosse tutt''a mia...<br /> Tu, luna luna tu...Luna caprese!...<br /><br /> E mo ca pure 'o mare s'è addurmuto<br /> e 'e nnuvole, li stelle, hanno stutato,<br /> dint'a sti bbracce meje, passione amara,<br /> io te vurría tené cu nu respiro...<br /> Ma è inutile, è destino, ca stu core,<br /> canta surtanto pe' chi dice no!<br /><br /> Tu, luna luna tu, luna caprese...<!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/caprese" rel="tag">caprese</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/ricciardi" rel="tag">ricciardi</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cesareo" rel="tag">cesareo</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/peppino" rel="tag">peppino</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/di" rel="tag">di</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/capri" rel="tag">capri</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-2436770530402441241?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-86035468970140080272007-02-25T07:25:00.002Z2008-05-01T11:26:22.317Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx7wtZ1c7QI" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/qx7wtZ1c7QI/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="e la luna bussò loredana berte" qliconalt="qx7wtZ1c7QI" alt="video"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube</span><br /><br />E la luna bussò alle porte del buio<br/> fammi entrare lui rispose di no.<br/> E la luna bussò dov'era il silenzio<br/> ma una voce sguaiata<br/> disse non è più tempo<br/> quindi spalanco le finestre del vento<br/> e se ne andò<br/> a cercare un po' più in là<br/> qualche cosa da fare<br/> dopo avere pianto un po'<br/> per un altro no, per un altro no<br/> che le disse il mare, che le disse il mare.<br/> <br/> E luna bussò su due occhiali da sole,<br/> quello sguardo non si accorse di lei<br/> ed allora provò ad un party in piscina<br/> senza invito non entra nemmeno la luna<br/> quindi rotolo su champagne e caviale<br/> e se ne andò<br/> a cercare un po' più in là<br/> qualche cosa da fare<br/> dopo avere pianto un po'<br/> per un altro no, per un altro no<br/> di un cameriere.<br/> <br/> E Allora giù quasi per caso<br/> più vicino ai marciapiedi<br/> dove è vero quel che vedi<br/> e allora giù senza bussare<br/> tra le ciglia di un bambino<br/> per potersi addormentare<br/> e allora giù fra stracci e amore<br/> dove è un lusso la fortuna<br/> c'è bisogno della luna<br/> e allora giù, giù, giù. <br/> <!-- technorati tags begin --><p>technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/loredana" rel="tag">loredana</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/bertè" rel="tag">bertè</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/canzoni" rel="tag">canzoni</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/musica" rel="tag">musica</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/bussò" rel="tag">bussò</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-8603546897014008027?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-47883773985378734632007-02-24T08:08:00.001Z2007-02-27T10:06:09.747Z<p>Chiunque è come la luna, e ha una parte che non viene mai mostrata a nessuno.<br /><i><br />Mark Twain</i><br /></p> <!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mark" rel="tag">mark</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/twain" rel="tag">twain</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/citazioni" rel="tag">citazioni</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-4788377398537873463?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-60326579411059775922007-02-23T07:42:00.001Z2007-02-23T11:54:36.656Z<p>Povera luna... di quante cose la incolpano.<br /></p> <p>Le maree sono sua indiscussa responsabilità, ma il fatto che uno abbia un incubo notturno e si svegli con un diavolo per capello non mi pare c'entri molto con lei...</p> <p>Eppure, anche se mi duole dirlo, causa incubo notturno, oggi ho ...</p> <p>la luna storta :(<br /></p> <!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/luna" rel="tag">luna</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/storta" rel="tag">storta</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/incubo" rel="tag">incubo</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/maree" rel="tag">maree</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-6032657941105977592?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-22238870420212117292007-02-22T17:32:00.002Z2008-05-01T11:27:13.503Z<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdbLw1lMQMw" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/RdbLw1lMQMw/default.jpg" class="vimg120" title="fly me to the moon frank sinatra" qliconalt="RdbLw1lMQMw" alt="video"></a> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">YouTube </span><br /><br />Fly me to the moon<br />Let me play among the stars<br />Let me see what spring is like<br />On a-Jupiter and Mars<br />In other words, hold my hand<br />In other words, baby, kiss me<br /><br />Fill my heart with song<br />And let me sing for ever more<br />You are all I long for<br />All I worship and adore<br />In other words, please be true<br />In other words, I love you<br /><br />Fill my heart with song<br />Let me sing for ever more<br />You are all I long for<br />All I worship and adore<br />In other words, please be true<br />In other words, in other words<br /><br />I love you<br /><!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sinatra" rel="tag">sinatra</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag">lyrics</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fly_me_to_the_moon" rel="tag">fly_me_to_the_moon</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-2223887042021211729?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-32203008342617588792007-02-22T13:08:00.001Z2007-02-23T13:11:06.272Ze di caldo, di mare e tramonti, di lunghe passeggiate sulla sabbia, di riflessi di sole negli occhi e di magnifiche lune piene sull'acqua :)<br /><!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sogni" rel="tag">sogni</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-3220300834261758879?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948895359462493198.post-79468800293941285852007-02-22T12:00:00.000Z2007-02-23T13:11:43.172Zsulla quale vorrei volare :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948895359462493198-7946880029394128585?l=lalunanelcassetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lunarossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215018767637048020noreply@blogger.com0