<?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-6144370</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:04:43.130+02:00</updated><category term='ditta traslochi perfetti'/><title type='text'>Pensieri sparsi</title><subtitle type='html'>filosofia......musica e pesantezze varie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-2616013010004168574</id><published>2010-09-20T23:13:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:19:47.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quello che i gatti dicono e fanno ... tutti, indistintamente .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/2616013010004168574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/2616013010004168574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2616013010004168574' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-6733150349453207105</id><published>2010-08-31T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:49:22.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/6733150349453207105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/6733150349453207105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#6733150349453207105' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/TH141keWM2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/BxSJtoQZwZY/s72-c/IMG_0577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-1496044076449190708</id><published>2008-08-21T16:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:52:07.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mangiamoci sopra va!!!Io e la Mari, viste le spiccate attitudini mangerecce, ci siamo prodotte in un nuovo blog www.cuochepercaso.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/1496044076449190708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/1496044076449190708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1496044076449190708' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-4966629237755653360</id><published>2008-05-30T12:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:00:06.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evoluzioni darwinianeDal gatto con gli stivali al gatto con le crocks .........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/4966629237755653360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/4966629237755653360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4966629237755653360' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/SD_dkIreqvI/AAAAAAAAABw/rErP7s6HL4U/s72-c/18-05-08_1103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-7167489029981114393</id><published>2008-05-26T17:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:24:10.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non solo GOOOOGLEESe siete stanchi della bianca ed essenziale pagina di google, vi segnalo la sua versione dark  www.blackr.it.Una pagina di ricerca con fondo nero per ridurre lo stress visivo e risparmiare energia.  Blackr non ha alcun legame con Google, è un'iniziativa italiana per il risparmio energetico.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7167489029981114393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7167489029981114393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7167489029981114393' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-4015288489115235177</id><published>2008-05-05T17:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:54:00.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non sono adorabili? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/4015288489115235177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/4015288489115235177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4015288489115235177' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-903310011324727414</id><published>2008-01-31T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:04:12.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Napoli.... punto e basta!!Sei di Napoli se hai esclamato almeno una volta nella vita 'UAGLIU' TUTT'APPOST?' Sei di Napoli se in disco o in qualsiasi altra situazione in cui stai bene dici 'STO PARIANN .' Sei di Napoli se sei stato male dopo un 'panino completo' di Giggino strafogato alle 5 di mattina Sei di Napoli se vedi la vita a colori quando tutto è nero Sei di Napoli se dopo l'alba vista da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/903310011324727414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/903310011324727414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#903310011324727414' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-7151494581656643183</id><published>2008-01-07T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:48:43.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Semo gente de Carpi ....Lasciammo Napoli per Carpi, la Campania ridente per la nebbiosa Emilia ..... I cambi di città richiamano desideri di ricostruire su terreno nuovo e fertile .... Ma la voglia di rievocare PARTENOPE E DINTORNI è INCOMMENSURABILE ......La Peppina è già passata di qua ..... mancano all'appello LA Anna e il Bepi, IL Lelluccio e IL Simon, IL Chiappone adorato, LA JULIE, LA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7151494581656643183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7151494581656643183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7151494581656643183' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-285167105191056217</id><published>2007-12-21T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:30:22.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Natale e Anno NuovoInutile dire, questo non sarà .... E' UN ANNO DI CAMBIAMENTI .... non c'è BranKo che tenga .....Intanto a tutti miei amatissimi amici... ricordatevi che vi voglio bene ... questo si che nel 2008 resterà stabile!!Baci baci baciii e AUGURI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/285167105191056217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/285167105191056217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#285167105191056217' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-6344549064320087951</id><published>2007-09-19T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:14:04.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my blog ... oh, what a blog!Ho l'accortezza di riacciuffare il mio blog per i capelli ogni volta che questo sembra cadere nell'oblio ..... Oggi è una giornata intimista, forse perchè sono da sola in ufficio, mi ritrovo preda di un silenzio evocativo rotto dalle liriche dell'ultimo album che sto sentendo. Apprendo con consapevolezza adesso, considerazione lampante che da mesi che non </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/6344549064320087951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/6344549064320087951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6344549064320087951' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-7719664704254235906</id><published>2007-07-31T10:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:57:13.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>29 Luglio - Parlami dell'esistenza di mondi lontanissimi .....  Arena Flegrea = Concerto Battiato = Io e la Mari = Sorrisi Magici = :)))Read more on Indie Music Blogosfere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7719664704254235906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7719664704254235906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7719664704254235906' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-1381631831254829215</id><published>2007-06-10T16:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:29:20.513+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ditta traslochi perfetti'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Traslocando .... Abbiamo iniziato il 9 Giugno .... oggi la cosa va a rilento per la partita del Napoli ... forse finiremo di portare le ultime cose entro 2020! .... Conversazione registrata il 9 Giugno, chiudendo la porta del nuovo appartamento:Rita: beh, il 90% è fatto!Marianna: MMMMM, Siiiii, mmmm il 95% è fattaRita: Si, il 95!!!Conversazioni sparse del 10 Giugno:Rita: Qui non ce la facciamo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/1381631831254829215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/1381631831254829215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1381631831254829215' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-3505722678630395470</id><published>2007-05-25T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:33:46.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pillole di LogicaLa risoluzione del problema della vita si scorge allo sparir di esso. (Non è forse per questo che uomini cui il senso della vita divenne, dopo lunghi dubbi, chiaro, non seppero poi dire in che consisteva questo senso?) Wittgenstein - Tractatus logico-philosophicus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/3505722678630395470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/3505722678630395470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3505722678630395470' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-8074431878398701163</id><published>2007-05-14T22:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:43:57.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domenica, 13 Maggio 2007 - Cronaca di una cena ordinaria</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/8074431878398701163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/8074431878398701163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8074431878398701163' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RkjI5K6KQjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PzFoh-GX-tA/s72-c/food%26name.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-7689843842677939229</id><published>2007-05-10T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:28:32.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meditate gente, meditate ...Non dare agli altri ciò che ti importa di perdere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7689843842677939229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7689843842677939229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7689843842677939229' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-4130656265807908973</id><published>2007-05-04T11:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:27:18.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il destino nella Smorfia - ovvero le imperscrutabili coincidenzeLa sorte dei miei incontri sentimentali è racchiusa nel numero che il mio anno di nascita si porta dietro: 71 - L'OMM e MMerda! :-) Ma la tendenza potrebbe migliorare .... almeno spero ... ehm .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/4130656265807908973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/4130656265807908973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4130656265807908973' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-8250498181676551617</id><published>2007-03-19T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:29:17.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quello che per me è importante A volte per me sono importanti cose di delicata inafferrabilità ..... l'inconsistenza del pensiero, il valore di un minuto rubato alle corse altrui, quell'attimo che ti fa "sentire" .... Cose troppo "leggere" per essere capite ..... &lt;&lt;... Le incomprensioni sono così strane, sarebbe meglio evitarle sempre.. per non rischiare di aver ragione, che la ragione non sempre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/8250498181676551617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/8250498181676551617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8250498181676551617' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-7825449242448556299</id><published>2007-03-16T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:46:33.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mistero, mistero!MISSKAPPA è tra noi ..... shhhhh!! prove tecniche di template!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7825449242448556299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/7825449242448556299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7825449242448556299' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-3034249271203077115</id><published>2007-03-06T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:47:18.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Per dovere di cronacaLa Wind si è adeguata ..... i costi di ricarica SPARISCONO .... Adesso aspettiamoci nuove e meravigliose iniziative!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/3034249271203077115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/3034249271203077115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3034249271203077115' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-914953182884896872</id><published>2007-03-01T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:12:32.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trovata la legge, trovato l'ingannoAll'indomani dell'approvazione del decreto sulle liberalizzazioni, si sarà consumato un dramma ai vertici dei tre maggiori gestori telefonici.  Si saranno chiesti .... "Mio Dio e adesso che facciamo? Come dare nuovo volto e vigore alla gabella?  ..... MUMBLE MUMBLE" .... .... Ebbene, come nel mio stile, riporto in  modo secco e conciso le notizie diffuse dalla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/914953182884896872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/914953182884896872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#914953182884896872' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-5072918496146513409</id><published>2007-02-20T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:25:40.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Battiato - Il vuoto, ovvero niente è come sembra perchè niente è realeFinalmente, dopo diverse passeggiate dal mio rivenditore di cd di fiducia, ho comprato l'ultimo di Franco Battiato. In terribile ritardo e stordita dalle varie recensioni che si sono susseguite sulla rete, mi sono avvicinata all'ascolto con il solito amore reverenziale.Il vuoto non è OVVIAMENTE un cd da primo ascolto; è un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/5072918496146513409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/5072918496146513409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5072918496146513409' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-117182453608388258</id><published>2007-02-18T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:48:56.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passion is dark.... Quel giorno, in una città non nostra, mi guidavi in quella musica che catturava istanti della mia attenzione .... "Behind" si è alzata in volute di fumo .....la nebbia all'esterno aveva inghiottito lo spazio e le persone ...... Behind - CatpeopleLover, if you escape from this nightmare, and you say, oh lover,please stay to remind ..... Trembling when I see in my dark face </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117182453608388258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117182453608388258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117182453608388258' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-117163608188166932</id><published>2007-02-16T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:28:38.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi piace questo quadro, l'ho letto ed è sembrato come guardare ...&lt;&lt; Strinsi le mani sotto il velo oscuro... "Perché oggi sei pallida?" Perché d'agra tristezza l'ho abbeverato fino ad ubriacarlo. Come dimenticare? Uscì vacillando, sulla bocca una smorfia di dolore... Corsi senza sfiorare la ringhiera, corsi dietro di lui fino al portone. Soffocando, gridai: "E' stato tutto  uno scherzo. Muoio se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117163608188166932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117163608188166932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117163608188166932' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-117069463576005783</id><published>2007-02-05T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:57:15.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stati confusionali domenicaliConversazione registrata il 4 Febbraio 2007.Rita: ma che cavolo ... ufffMarianna: mmmmmRita: (guardando nervosamente il calendario) - Ehhh, tra la altre cose, Pasqua quest'anno capita pure di domenica ..... UFFFFFFMarianna: Ma, veramente capita sempre di domenica!!!!!!Rita: ahhh, ecco perchè il "lunedì dell'angelo"!! GHGHHHHHH ............... Di solito il lunedì mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117069463576005783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117069463576005783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117069463576005783' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-117034297402895925</id><published>2007-02-01T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:16:14.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il mio sistema è stanco!Signori, io non sono più la stessa, il blog risente di queste variazioni, "a-ritmie"; non sono in affanno, non cerco, non mi incuriosisco ....... mi hanno consigliato una nuova  moda terapica ..... lo "sfanculo" a mezzo stampa, un bella botta di vita per un sistema stanco o semplicemente annoiato .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117034297402895925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/117034297402895925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117034297402895925' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116834800716138867</id><published>2007-01-09T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:06:47.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un uomo, una donnaL'amore si uccide tradendolo, ferendolo .... l'amore si uccide con le menzogne .... l'amore si uccide con i SILENZI ..... l'amore è morto ......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116834800716138867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116834800716138867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116834800716138867' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116826373589844920</id><published>2007-01-08T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:42:15.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regalo di compleanno Pubblico in ritardo il sito ricevuto in dono il lontano 10 settembre 2006 (ahhh! Tempus fugit!!): La Divina Rita .... meravigliosa creazione di Agoz ..... debitamente censurato da Juliana ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116826373589844920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116826373589844920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116826373589844920' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116800585324880641</id><published>2007-01-05T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:09:34.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Senza parole</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116800585324880641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116800585324880641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116800585324880641' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116680054637476464</id><published>2006-12-22T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:43:45.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quelli che ... .... che fanno una capatina su questo blog tutti i giorni, a quelli che vengono qui ogni tanto, a quelli che ci vengono per caso ..... a quelli che non ci vengono mai ........  BUON NATALE!!! .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116680054637476464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116680054637476464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116680054637476464' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116602083159236167</id><published>2006-12-13T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:40:31.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...to wish impossible things Bello, intenso e DARK .... il nuovo blog della Mari ..... mariannacaruso.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116602083159236167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116602083159236167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116602083159236167' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116593224722004366</id><published>2006-12-12T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:04:07.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un documento importante La prima volta che io e Lello in una foto abbiamo assunto una espressione UMANA .....  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116593224722004366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116593224722004366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116593224722004366' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116282842220885937</id><published>2006-11-06T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:56:55.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ernesto - Napoli / parte secondaChi non ha vissuto quegli anni non sa cosa era Ernesto per noi che bazzicavamo nella piazzetta dell'Orientale ..... per alcuni era un mito, per altri un tipo strano, per altri adorabile, per alcuni irritante, per alcuni semplicemente gay ..... Per Lello e poi qualche anno dopo per me è una specie di "fratello - figlio" o, per meglio dire, "croce e delizia" ..... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116282842220885937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116282842220885937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116282842220885937' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116194871198358041</id><published>2006-10-27T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:34:36.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ago e i BlogAgo vive il suo blog in modo unico: egli è costante nello stile, nelle emozioni, nell'accademia del tradurre le emozioni in lettere, segni, parole ...... ma non sopporta il permanere del contenitore, lui lo deve variare .... ecco, in questa "disaffezione nei confronti delle copertine", nell'idea del cambiamento non cambiamento alberga il segreto della sua costanza ...Signori e signori</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116194871198358041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116194871198358041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116194871198358041' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-116057223986108254</id><published>2006-10-11T14:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:15:12.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A chi dice che la sfortuna non esiste ... Ottobre è cominciato bene per la nostra casa, faccio un breve elenco delle fosca, raccapricciante sequenza di eventi susseguitisi negli ultimi 10 giorni...1) Rottura di un computer portatile (ma era vecchio, uno pensa "vabè, me lo dovevo aspettare!")2) rottura di uno stepper appena comprato, il tempo di togliere l'imballaggio! (ma era preso su ebay, uno </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116057223986108254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/116057223986108254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116057223986108254' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115965232443694633</id><published>2006-09-30T23:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:11:39.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L'antinomia del mentitore, ovvero la storia di una resaCi si appassiona alla filosofia, la fascinazione scatta in virtù del fatto che il non capire ti spinge a studiarla. Io ho amato la Logica in particolare, me ne innamorai il giorno in cui in una piccola aula sintetica ed assolata del dipartimento della facoltà, una docente lanciò distrattamente la sfida del paradosso: il bugiardo dice: "questa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115965232443694633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115965232443694633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115965232443694633' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115789484303007097</id><published>2006-09-10T15:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:34:35.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>35 anni e ..... non sentirli!TANTI AUGURI A MEEEEEEEEEEEEE .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115789484303007097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115789484303007097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115789484303007097' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115772056976102291</id><published>2006-09-08T15:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:02:49.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Le nuvole impiegatizieCausa avventure tragicomiche in perfetto stile fantozziano, prolungo il silenzio di questo blog ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115772056976102291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115772056976102291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115772056976102291' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115460875683752141</id><published>2006-08-03T14:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:40:58.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia canagliaAnche così si celebrano gli anni '80. Chi è in vena di revival può visitare il link all'articolo del Corriere della Sera "Gli spot storici".By the wayAh! Ditemi la verità, quanti di voi stanno canticchiando "Il mio slip fa PAM PAM"?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115460875683752141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115460875683752141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115460875683752141' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115394658042622792</id><published>2006-07-26T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:45:21.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La giuria (io e la Mari) nell'ambito del concorso "TOP TRASH" ha decretato il successo del brano di cui si riporta il testo:Il mio slip fa pam pam - Leopoldo MastelloniSe non ballo in discoteca dici sono demodèMa se porto l'orecchino tu mi giudichi un bebèMa se apro quella bocca non mi fai più ragionarL'argomento non si tocca se bestiale vuoi gridarNooooo non mi usare, non mi cosare,Non mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115394658042622792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115394658042622792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115394658042622792' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115330826648140338</id><published>2006-07-19T13:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:24:26.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trash compilationIl trash è un valore soggettivo, è il limbo sospeso dove l'arte non è sublimazione, non è quotidiano, non è categoria; è il terreno dove intenti e serie motivazioni sfociano nel comico volontario o ahimè involontario!Aiutiamo la Mari nel suo intento di catalogare i brani più trash della storia!! Indicate il vostro top trash del cuore .... please :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115330826648140338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115330826648140338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115330826648140338' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115201732998968787</id><published>2006-07-04T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:20:44.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Londra 2 Luglio 2006 - Un matrimonio e due bonazziLa nuda e cruda cronaca dell'evento ...... ovvero i top trash momentsOre 8:00 - tutti svegli, si fa per dire!Ore 9:30 - Lo sposo stira la camicia alla sua testimone di nozze (cioè a me!)Ore 11.00 - Avanti si esce, il ragionevole ritardo è di 40 minutiOre 11:45 - La Ciy hallOre 12:00 - Si familiarizza nella sala d'aspettoOre 12:20 - La cerimoniaOre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115201732998968787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115201732998968787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115201732998968787' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115081240961377962</id><published>2006-06-20T16:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:09:54.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cappelli inglesiIdee per l'AssuntaFoto tratta dal Corriere della Sera</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115081240961377962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115081240961377962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115081240961377962' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-115029803734218817</id><published>2006-06-14T17:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:13:57.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pessimo umore e allegati  ....Non amo il caldo opprimente, non amo che mi si costringa a fare cose che non voglio, non amo fare favori, non amo le diete, non amo svegliarmi presto, non amo i ritardatari ..... sarà il clima incerto di questo periodo, ma devo ammettere che il mio carattere sta peggiorando!!! BYE :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115029803734218817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/115029803734218817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115029803734218817' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114915087357610200</id><published>2006-06-01T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:34:33.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo sapevo che prima o poi sarebbero finiti sul giornale ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114915087357610200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114915087357610200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114915087357610200' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114829409313267091</id><published>2006-05-22T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:34:53.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tanti auguri a meeeeeeCome ogni anno, puntuale come un compleanno, iniziano i ludi di S. Rita a casa dei miei (ovviamente la mia presenza è un optional) ... La regina della diavolina a quest'ora già starà spiattellando a tavola ...... Presento un ritratto fatto da Ago che è nel suo periodo "pastello" :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114829409313267091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114829409313267091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114829409313267091' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114778926388974135</id><published>2006-05-16T16:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:36:39.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il discorso secondo Agostino(Lello, tu provochi!!!!)Felicissima sera,a tutte sti signure 'ncruvattatee a chesta cummitiva accussí allèra,d'uommene scicche e femmene pittate!Very good night,to all of those gentlemen with the tie,to this so gay partyof elegant gentlemen and made-up ladies!Chesta è na festa 'e ballo...Tutte cu 'e fracchesciasse sti signure...E i', ca só' sciso 'a copp''o sciaraballo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114778926388974135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114778926388974135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114778926388974135' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114658540808389522</id><published>2006-05-02T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:59:03.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sannio VS ScoziaLello, e non dire che non ti voglio bene .... Il vestito come vedi me lo ha recuperato Ago .....By the way, tanto per ... ma lo scozzese che mi affiancherà COM'E'??? :) Formato armadio come piace a meee???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114658540808389522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114658540808389522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114658540808389522' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114544804397180817</id><published>2006-04-19T13:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:00:44.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... Tu sei una goccia che non cadee ritarda la mia guarigione .....Cristina Donà - Il Nido</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114544804397180817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114544804397180817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114544804397180817' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114424605603018474</id><published>2006-04-05T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:07:36.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NihilismoQuesta politica mi dà noia, non mi appassiona, non mi coinvolge. In questi giorni ne è andata in scena la negazione stessa ... Il riderci sopra è la soluzione migliore, il ridere è la vera presa di coscienza del nulla assoluto ....DIXI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114424605603018474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114424605603018474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424605603018474' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114346907644471095</id><published>2006-03-27T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:06:14.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OggiWhen you remember who I am, just call - una invocazione stanca da un Cd stupendo di una donna di puro fascino .... Marianne Faithfull ...... Se vi capita, ascoltate "Before the Poison" .......Crazy Love - Before the poisonMarianne Faithfull - Nick Cave[..]Crazy love is all around me Love goes crazy given timeBut I know somehow you'll find meLove is crazy Love is blindShe looks as if expecting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114346907644471095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114346907644471095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114346907644471095' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114295649820979123</id><published>2006-03-21T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:02:17.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ... ancora RoccoIl MOIGE, il Movimento Italiano Genitori, ha fatto in modo che il Giurì decidesse per la sosensione della pubblicità interpretata da Siffredi (magistralmente, da uno che di patate se ne intende), motivando che lo spot in questione "viola gli articoli 1 (lealtà pubblicitaria), 9 (Violenza, volgarità, indecenza) e 10 (Convinzioni morali, civili, religiose e dignità della persona) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114295649820979123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114295649820979123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114295649820979123' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114286672500527354</id><published>2006-03-20T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:58:45.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certe evidenze ... Ovvero come ci vedono gli altri ... Premessa: Sono giorni che mi sento come se un tir mi fosse passato addosso, i gatti non mi fanno dormire, ho la lacrima facile e sono altamente velenosa! Ore 15.40Amica: Sono giorni che ti vedo più bella, madonna, guarda che pelle, gli occhi!! ..... ma stai trom***ndo con qualcuno?Io: hai mai provato il lievito in bustina?Amica: Ahhh, mo si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114286672500527354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114286672500527354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114286672500527354' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114251166738574878</id><published>2006-03-16T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:18:09.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miei occhi sorridonoTorna una mia foto su questo blog Pictures of you - The Cure[..]there was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart there was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114251166738574878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114251166738574878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114251166738574878' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114242378333895837</id><published>2006-03-15T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:56:23.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aridaje ..... Ehm ... dispongo di spot Rocco Siffredi doppiato in napoletano ..... chi è disponibile ad uno scambio tra cultori è pregato di darmi un segno nei comments :) .... mi spiego, il mio interesse per il suddetto è solo legato ad un fatto emotivo .... il mio amatissimo ex ne era la copia spiccicata (mi riferisco al volto!!) ... vabè, nsomma, qualsiasi giustificazione suona come forzata ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114242378333895837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114242378333895837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114242378333895837' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114225527246971861</id><published>2006-03-13T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:55:10.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Segnali di vita  - F. BattiatoIl tempo cambia molte cose nella vitail senso le amicizie le opinioniche voglia di cambiare che c'è in mesi sente il bisogno di una propria evoluzionesganciata dalle regole comunida questa falsa personalità.Segnali di vita nei cortili e nelle case all'imbrunirele luci fanno ricordarele meccaniche celesti.Rumori che fanno sottofondo per le stellelo spazio cosmico si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114225527246971861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114225527246971861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114225527246971861' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114200304472216598</id><published>2006-03-10T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:47:24.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uomini e donne .... Le solite incompatibilità - Angolature femminili .....Lei: Ciao!Lui: sei bellissima! (vuole portarti a letto! Alcuni uomini usano il complimento protratto e insistente perchè sono convinti che rilassi e predisponga la donna alla coniunctio) ....Lei: Programmiamo un futuro insieme? una casa dei figli .... non so, un cane!!!Lui: ma che te ne fai di uno come me? Non riesco a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114200304472216598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114200304472216598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200304472216598' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114182104205802233</id><published>2006-03-08T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:14:05.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chi sono?Io sono dolcezza, sorrisi, rancore, passione, senso, freddezza, amore. Vivo negli abbracci, vivo nei ricordi, nella mia assenza, negli occhi che mi guardano, io sono nei testi delle canzoni ..... Patrizia Laquidara &gt; Indirizzo Portoghese (2003) &gt; Per Causa D'AmoreNotte di festa che sfuma nel giorno Mi trovai ad un tratto dentro a un doppio sogno Tutto sembrava possibile da quel momento </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114182104205802233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114182104205802233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182104205802233' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114046472268104108</id><published>2006-02-20T20:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:45:22.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bomba o non bomba - cronaca di una notte ordinariaNotte da incubo ..... avete presente quando ti vengono a svegliare e vi dicono, "muoviti, dobbiamo lasciare il palazzo immediatamente!!!" .... Ti ritrovi meccanicamente ad infilarti la prima cosa che trovi .... il respiro si fa serrato e il cuore sembra arrivarti in gola .... Poi via, cercando di mantenere la calma, pensare ai gatti e fuggire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114046472268104108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114046472268104108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114046472268104108' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-114009784335502818</id><published>2006-02-16T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:58:05.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trash momentsIo sono rapita dal trash, per capirci .... analizziamo lo spot del mito (giù la maschera donne!!) Rocco Siffredi: semplicemente geniale l'ambientazione, i colori che ricordano un pò alcuni b movies di ultima generazione .... l'occhio ammiccante di lui, il fucsia, l'occhiale a goccia !!! .... e chi storce il naso per il doppio senso che permea il messaggio tutto .... beh, lo humor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114009784335502818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/114009784335502818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009784335502818' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113820212871704435</id><published>2006-01-25T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:15:38.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ricordi analogiciGli Suede, li ri-ascolto da ieri, ricordi di una età della mia vita che non tornerà più .... abbiamo avuto tutti una fase meravigliosamente folle, spensieratamente "giovane" ..... la mia continua su altri binari .... su altre forme di consapevolezza ......"So Young" - SuedeBecause we're young, because we're gonewe'll take the tide's electric mind, oh yeah? oh yeahwe're so young </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113820212871704435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113820212871704435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113820212871704435' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113750364938250153</id><published>2006-01-17T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:16:59.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AtarassiaTrovo significativa la distinzione tra il concetto di "meditazione" intesa in senso occidentale e il suo equivalente orientale. Il "Meditare" nella nostra tradizione è PENSARE, la modernità porta con sè l'excessus fine a se stesso, il pensare troppo, il problema è che troppi si sentono in dovere di passare dai pensieri alle parole .... spesso minate alla base dalla carenza di logiche e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113750364938250153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113750364938250153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113750364938250153' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113707663196987902</id><published>2006-01-12T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:37:11.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The shadow of the light - Franco Battiato Protect me from the forces of evil, At night, asleep, when I am unconscious; When I am uncertain of my way. And never leave me... Never, never leave me! Bear me up to the loftiest heights in one of realms of peace; It's time to leave this cycle of life. And never leave me... Never, never leave me! For the joys of the deepest affection, Or of the heart's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113707663196987902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113707663196987902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113707663196987902' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113628964182038905</id><published>2006-01-03T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:10:24.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ed è 2006!! Finalmente si ricomincia .... Il lavoro e il tran tran .... le sere a Napoli tra chiacchiere e gatti ... qualche dolore da nascondere ... altri da dimenticare .... Insomma, a quelle come me hanno insegnato a guardare sempre avanti e io lo faccio e piano piano mi ritrovo anche senza rimpianti e sereniSSIma ..... :) What's new??? Juli ha un nuovo blog, Ago ne sta facendo un altro .... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113628964182038905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113628964182038905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113628964182038905' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113525253632609752</id><published>2005-12-22T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:51:24.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La pagina degli auguri di BUON NATALE .... A tutti quelli che .......Un mondo di auguri ..... aA Antony - Agostino (agoz) - Anna - Alberto - Antonia .....B Benky (l'adorato chiappone) ...... C  Babbo Carmelo - la stupenda Cami - Cinzia - I Colleghi tutti .....D Mami Donatella - Davide - Dani .....E Il piccolo Enrico - Ernesto, che tutti dovrebbero conoscere, Egy che ogni tanto passa di qua .....F</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113525253632609752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113525253632609752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113525253632609752' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113516535787331765</id><published>2005-12-21T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:20:03.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cambio di rotta...Che ci importa se ci fanno del male, se qualcuno ci ha mentito, se la salute traballa, se il lavoro ci affatica .......Le stelle dicono .. Ora tutto non può che andare meglio ..... per il 2006 salute stabile e pelle luminosa, linea ritrovata e se la fortuna mi arride ....  chi losa? magari sotto l'albero RI-troverò l'amore ..... e se non succederà ... spero di trovare almeno un</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113516535787331765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113516535787331765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113516535787331765' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113498775047161867</id><published>2005-12-19T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:22:30.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ecco il momento del ....Bilancio di fine anno? Ogni anno si aspetta con ansia il nuovo, illudendosi che ci porterà qualcosa di diverso. Io non mi aspetto più nulla .... meglio pensare al passato, a quello che ho perso molti anni fa, inseguendo emozioni che mi facessero sentire viva .... Questa fine del 2005 ha troppi perchè senza risposte ......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113498775047161867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113498775047161867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113498775047161867' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113473746955055082</id><published>2005-12-16T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:02:39.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favola triste... C'era una volta la principessa Celine, un giorno l'orco FaDaSol travestito da principe si presentò al suo castello e cercò di entrare. L'orco - principe riuscì a portarla con sè ... Vissero felici per un pò, ma mano a mano che si allontanavano seguendo la via Perchissadove, si PERSERO, così l'aspetto del principe cominciò a mutare finchè apparvero le sembianze di un mostro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113473746955055082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113473746955055082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113473746955055082' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113344799183143602</id><published>2005-12-01T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:39:51.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crescite o involuzioni?Impariamo a curare il mal d'amore come si fa per un raffreddore, ci accorgiamo sempre troppo tardi di avere sbagliato, consolidiamo i legami d'amicizia, ci prendiamo cura dei nostri animali, guardiamo i nostri genitori invecchiare, ridiamo delle nostre "mancanze" ..... Continuamo a "sprecare lacrime" e forse sognamo un pò di sana normalità, che puntualmente ci sembrerà </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113344799183143602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113344799183143602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113344799183143602' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113232488581810351</id><published>2005-11-18T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:41:25.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113232488581810351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113232488581810351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113232488581810351' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113232127911191589</id><published>2005-11-18T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:41:19.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dopo 12 anni... Noi cresciuti a pane e British Music abbiamo gioito per il ritorno di Kate Bush ..... Vi dirò il CD doppio ha bisogno di più ascolti per essere colto a pieno (io approfitto mentre lavoro).... all'inizio si resta un pò perplessi, ma poi la magia è assicurata :) .......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113232127911191589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113232127911191589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113232127911191589' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113198504092021079</id><published>2005-11-14T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:17:20.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aridatece er blogLello!!!!!!! Ne devi fare un altro.... pieno di foto (ovviamente hai divieto di usare immagini della sottoscritta appena alzata  e con pigiama amorevolmente donatomi dalla regina della diavolina)...... pieno di perleeeeeeeeeeeeeee ....... pieno di TEEEEEEE .............</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113198504092021079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113198504092021079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198504092021079' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-113077265310610976</id><published>2005-10-31T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:38:37.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vietato fumareCosa vuol dire per un fumatore accanito una settimana senza fumo?? Vuol dire fame, sete, nervi a fior di pelle,  .... la consapevolezza che il "tempo di una sigaretta" va riempito con sani surrogati ..... E' come salire le scale .... come correre la maratona ...... ma il miracolo è che dopo una settimana "senti" di nuovo il tuo respiro, la tua pelle diventa più luminosa.... ma forse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113077265310610976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/113077265310610976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113077265310610976' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112799811109810120</id><published>2005-09-29T14:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:48:31.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ma gli aggiornamenti???Eh, lo so ..... ma mi manca il tempo ......... Arriveranno tempi migliori!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112799811109810120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112799811109810120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112799811109810120' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112654077845509609</id><published>2005-09-12T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:59:38.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E so 34 ....Quest'anno il giorno del mio compleanno è stato un tuffo nel passato .... amici persi e ritrovati in un secondo, il tempo di dire "pronto, sei tuuuuuu"!! ...... E' stato l'anno degli scoop, del risveglio da quella che credevamo una giovinezza destinata a non finire mai ..... Qualcuno si è sposato (questa è per Pepi e Chiappone ... provate un pò ad indovinare chiiiiiii) .... Roberto G.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112654077845509609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112654077845509609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112654077845509609' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112593433542425165</id><published>2005-09-05T17:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:32:15.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un ricetta per "Nonna Pippina"Un bel piatto di pasta è filosofia pura .... piacere estatico ...... Pensieri sparsi si apre alla cucina: ognuno di noi ha un piatto forte, perchè non raccontarlo!! Le ricette top saranno realizzate dalla Pepi nel suo ristorante e se proprio proprio il piatto sarà irresistibile, innovativo, nsomma BUONO ..... potreste ritrovarvi nel ricettario del ristorante!!! Indi,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112593433542425165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112593433542425165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593433542425165' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112358599723194203</id><published>2005-08-09T13:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:13:17.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bye bye!Fra pochi giorni i "Pensieri sparsi" e colei che li produce in sempre meno copiosa quantità, se ne vanno in vacanza!!! Amici vicini lontani ... baci</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112358599723194203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112358599723194203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112358599723194203' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112257449099189475</id><published>2005-07-28T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:14:50.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come muore un blog......Ne ho visti parecchi finire così, "pernoiaperpigriziapenonsoneancheio"!!!! .... fatto sta che il mio blog boccheggia. Mi ricordo la scorsa estate, diario fedele di un agosto passato a lavorare in una Napoli rovente e deserta .... Sono un pò presa da altro .... ma mi conosco, basterà farmi un pò di violenza per ritrovare l'ordine dei miei pensieri sparsi, troppo sparsi ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112257449099189475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112257449099189475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112257449099189475' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112177930783062212</id><published>2005-07-19T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:21:47.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certi giorniSono giorni in cui dovrei essere felice ....... ma sono tesa, dormo male e sono di pessimo umore (e per chi mi deve sopportare non è facile) .... che sia "paura di essere felice" ???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112177930783062212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112177930783062212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112177930783062212' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112134865981680317</id><published>2005-07-14T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:16:18.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il blogEbbene si, sono in crisi con il mio blog, non ho più niente da dire ....... ma magari è colpa dell'estate ... o di queste giornate troooooppo lente ..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112134865981680317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112134865981680317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112134865981680317' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-112116738077421318</id><published>2005-07-12T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:23:00.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mah!Avete presente quando per secoli non senti alcune persone e poi, ad un tratto, si fanno sentire tutti in un sol colpo ..... Non so, a me sembra una congiura ......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112116738077421318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/112116738077421318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112116738077421318' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111988301948900894</id><published>2005-06-27T16:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:17:23.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cambiato il template .... aggiungo un finalmente !!!! Un grazie a Juli che mi ha sorretta sulla sofferta via delle modifiche, laddove la mano era tremante :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111988301948900894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111988301948900894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111988301948900894' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111988116576458109</id><published>2005-06-27T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:06:05.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oddio mi sono persa il gatto !!!Tranquilla domenica ieri, relax, qualche buon dvd, insomma, la solita boccheggiante giornata da afa partenopea ... fino alle 18, quando ho chiamato Ciccio per la pappa e non ho visto la sua coda arancione arrivare di corsa. Ho guardato in ogni angolo della casa, fino al dubbio atroce: "si è buttato dal balcone!!!!!!" ..... Mi affaccio disperata e tra le lacrime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111988116576458109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111988116576458109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111988116576458109' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111935390413768446</id><published>2005-06-21T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:38:24.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey .... Qualcuno mi racconta qualcosa di bello???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111935390413768446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111935390413768446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111935390413768446' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111867146929924438</id><published>2005-06-13T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:04:29.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ma chi me lo ha fatto fare??Stanza singola, finalmente un lettone dove girarmi e rigirarmi ..... se solo se ..... il mio amato gatto non avesse deciso di occupare buona parte della stanza ..... ha scelto già la sua poltrona .... la sua finestra .... la sua scrivania .. da due notti occupa impunemente una buona metà del letto ..... Mi sveglio la mattina e trovo il Ciccio a fissarmi!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111867146929924438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111867146929924438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111867146929924438' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111832458217747100</id><published>2005-06-09T15:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:05:27.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sogni, realtà ....La colonna sonora di questi ultimi tre giorni ... niente parole, solo musica .... lenta e sognante .....InterludeMorrissey (duet with Siouxsie)Time is like a dream And now, for a time, you are mine Let's hold fast to the dream That tastes and sparkles like wine Who knows (who knows) If it's real Or just something we're both dreaming of What seems like an interlude now Could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111832458217747100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111832458217747100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111832458217747100' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111702621176142278</id><published>2005-05-25T14:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:03:31.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vote for ..... E' indetto concorso pubblico per l'elezione di una nuova "Concetta" ..... Le candidate sono pregate di rilasciare le proprie domande di partecipazione nei comments ....Anna ......... voteremo tutti per te, a meno che l'Assunta non si produca in perle tali da sbaragliare tutte le concorrenti :))))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111702621176142278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111702621176142278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111702621176142278' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111634354874197879</id><published>2005-05-17T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:25:48.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vorrei che fosse già domani ... Oggi non mi sopporto, senza nessun motivo apparente, sono di cattivo umore condito da depressione ... avete presente??? Metaforicamente parlando mi sento come una pala eolica ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111634354874197879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111634354874197879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634354874197879' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111573387052871090</id><published>2005-05-10T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:04:30.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dopo la festa ...... tempesta!!!Bellissimo week end a Sapri .... con la cara Pepi di nuovo a scorrazzare sul lungomare .... L'occasione è stata il matrimonio della "ziona Nella" .... nsomma tutto bello, bellissimo .... ristorante a Palinuro .... panorami stupendi ... ma qualcosa non quadrava: in alto un sole STUPENDO  e a terra un temperatura GELIDA .... nsomma se nello shopping avessi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111573387052871090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111573387052871090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111573387052871090' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111512770046284141</id><published>2005-05-03T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:41:40.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fenomenologia dello shopping ... ... a "matrice femminile" .....Monocromatiche, visione soggettiva delle taglie, propopositi di dieta .... hit parade del commesso d'oro, esigenti, piagnucolose, tendente al depresso .......ecco ... Io e Mari in giro per negozi nei giorni scorsi .....Oggi si ripete!!! ... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111512770046284141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111512770046284141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111512770046284141' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111477050283264436</id><published>2005-04-29T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T12:28:22.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Constant Craving K.D. LangEven through the darkest phase Be it thick or thin Always someone marches brave Here beneath my skin Constant craving Has always been Maybe a great magnet pulls All souls towards truth Or maybe it is life itself That feeds wisdom To its youth Constant craving Has always been  .... grazie Simon per i CD's (Thanks DaVling!!!) ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111477050283264436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111477050283264436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111477050283264436' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111460773732330750</id><published>2005-04-27T15:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:30:47.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carerrimi ..... ..... leggo dal sito di Lello della scomparsa di Concetta Mobili ... che si levi dai nostri blog un tam tam che ne commemori "degnamente" la scomparsa!!!! Non abbiate timore di postare un pensiero per colei che del "trash" fu una delle regine più genuine ........Per coloro che vivono fuori dai confini della Campania .... sappiate che il vigile luminoso, compagno fedele di ogni "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111460773732330750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111460773732330750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460773732330750' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111399739080708221</id><published>2005-04-20T13:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:43:10.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciccio .... Ho un problema con il mio gatto ... mi aggredisce quando gli pulisco la lettiera ..... Mi rivolgo a voi!!! Che posso fare??? Lo bendo quando procedo all'operazione suddetta??? :)))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111399739080708221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111399739080708221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111399739080708221' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111331643526299449</id><published>2005-04-12T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:33:55.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Richiudiamo le finestreFa freddo!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111331643526299449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111331643526299449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331643526299449' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111280055191821801</id><published>2005-04-06T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:15:51.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..... Aprite le finestre al nuovo sole ........ E' primavera PIENA, il sole da timido e incerto sta diventando sempre più sicuro di sè .... vengono fuori le nostre propensioni alla nullafacenza, il clima di lassismo indotto dalla primavera andrebbe segnalato tra le più insidiose debolezze che avvinghiano i lavoratori :-) .... Yahhhwn .... ops, scusate, uno sbadiglio ......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111280055191821801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111280055191821801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111280055191821801' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111221424882277589</id><published>2005-03-30T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:24:08.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dopo Pasqua..... Quanti di voi hanno assunto la forma di una pastiera dopo queste vacanze???? ........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111221424882277589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111221424882277589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111221424882277589' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111167459323748054</id><published>2005-03-24T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:29:25.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buona PasquaCome ogni anno, insieme agli auguri, rinnovo il mio invito a non partecipare alla "solita" strage degli agnelli ...... Domani parto con la mia belva .... il titolo: Ragazza con gatto macina kilometri per arrivare al cospetto della "regina della diavolina" :))) ... non è un granchè ... Lelloooooo .... qui ci vorresti tuuuuuu :))))Come volevasi dimostrare .... Titolo: "Giovane Sannita </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111167459323748054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111167459323748054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167459323748054' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111142411468206181</id><published>2005-03-21T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:55:52.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A rieccomeViaggi, treni, lavoro, lavoro lavoro lavoro lavoro .... ma ... la primavera è vicina e pure il risveglio:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111142411468206181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111142411468206181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111142411468206181' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111055580795206752</id><published>2005-03-11T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:43:27.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ermetismo.... Secondo voi il non scrivere esplicitamente del mio stato psico fisico attuale è cosa buona e giusta o è bieca superstizione??? .... Sarà .... dopo il post del 3 marzo, non si è più ripetuto il piacevole evento ... sigh :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111055580795206752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111055580795206752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111055580795206752' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111029746262579655</id><published>2005-03-08T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:57:42.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Festa ... Io continuo a pensare che noi donne non abbiamo bisogno di una festa ... perchè dovremmo mai porre delle differenze .... mah ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111029746262579655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111029746262579655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029746262579655' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6144370.post-111021459829069476</id><published>2005-03-07T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:56:38.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A proposito di Smiths ..... PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME GET WHAT I WANTGood times for a changeSee, the luck I’ve hadCan make a good manTurn badSo please please pleaseLet me, let me, let meLet me get what I wantThis timeHaven’t had a dream in a long timeSee, the life I’ve hadCan make a good man badSo for once in my lifeLet me get what I wantLord knows, it would be the first timeLord knows, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111021459829069476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6144370/posts/default/111021459829069476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritaseneca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021459829069476' title=''/><author><name>rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737605068424911447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hLpgNsIFJP0/RebhXG5XxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIDByM3nzBo/s1600/Photo0098bw.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
