tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362023563276300492012-02-16T16:40:23.624-08:00Gabriella...Rivesto il cielo con i tuoi colori, E al vento do la voce che Tu hai. Nome di Te, alle gioie ed ai dolori, Ad ogni mio pensiero e Tu lo sai. Tutto, Tu sei per me ed io ti vivo Anche con questi versi che ti scrivo.»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-81528198878638251112009-01-02T16:07:00.000-08:002009-01-02T16:26:14.926-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SV6uVGxuTnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ho_BgB4O6Mc/s1600-h/Immag036.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SV6uVGxuTnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ho_BgB4O6Mc/s320/Immag036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286854690199195250" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >PeRcHé CoNtInUi A gIoCaRe CoN Me...???</span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"><div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">PeRcHé GiOcHi CoN i MiEi SeNtImEnTi...???<br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Io.NoN.SoNo.UnA.BaMbOlA.</span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >DoVe TuTtO é PeRfEtTo </span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >NeLlA SuA </span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >[I.m.P.e.R.f.E.z.I.o.N.e.] </span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;color:#00ff00;" >GuArDaMi NeGli OcChI </span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >Mi StAi UcCiDeNdO, </span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;color:#00ff00;" >TuTtO CiÓ cHe VoLeVo ErI tU</span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >NoN OdiaRe ChI HaI AmAtO </span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;color:#ff0080;" >PeRcHé QuELL'Odio</span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > SaRá PuR SeMpRe PiEnO dI </span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;color:#ff0080;" >[A.m.O.r.E]</span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Ho PaUrA dI pEnSaRe PeRcHè So ChE tI pEnSeRò.</span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >Ho PaUrA dI sOgNaRe PeRcHè So ChE tI sOgNeRò.</span> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;color:#00ff00;" >Ho PaUrA dI vIvErE pErChÉ sO cHe SeNzA tE mOrIrÓ </span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-8152819887863825111?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-72463711600933644782009-01-02T16:01:00.000-08:002009-01-02T16:26:56.881-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SV6r2z7Xl0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/J5FYcGeYS1U/s1600-h/SDC10630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SV6r2z7Xl0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/J5FYcGeYS1U/s320/SDC10630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286851970720044866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><strong><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Trova la persona: </span></span></span><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">che ti chiama bella invece di "fica", </span></span><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">che ti richiama quando gli sbatti il telefono in faccia, </span></span><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">che rimane sveglio solo per guardarti mentre dormi. </span></span></strong></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><strong><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">Aspetta la persona che ti bacia la fronte, </span></span><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">che ti vuole mostrare al mondo orgoglioso anche se sei in tuta,</span></span><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">che ti tiene la mano di fronte agli amici.</span></span></strong></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"><strong>Aspetta la persona che ti ricorda continuamente quanto ci tiene a te e quanto è fortunata ad averti.</strong></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="background: rgb(51, 153, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"><strong>Aspetta la persona che si gira verso i suoi amici dicendo<br />"...è lei"!!</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-7246371160093364478?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-66119709858805483582009-01-02T15:57:00.000-08:002009-01-02T16:01:22.538-08:00Leei..<span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br />..Dill℮ s℮мpя℮ ch℮ l'ami iи тυттi i мoм℮итi..<br /> qυaиdo è тυяbaтa, тi℮иila sтя℮ттa<br />scєgℓiℓα тяα тuттє ℓє αℓтяє яαgαzzє cσи cυi єsci<br />gioca con i suoi capelli<br />Pя℮иdila iи bяacciO<br />..fall℮ il soll℮ticO ℮ fai la lOттa cOи l℮i I<br />semplicemente parlale..<br />..scherza con lei<br />portale fiori senza un perchè!<br />pя℮иdil℮ la мaиO ℮ cOяяi, s℮мplic℮м℮ит℮ pя℮иdil℮ la mano<br />caитa per lei .иoи iмpOятa s℮ s℮i т℮яяibilм℮ит℮ sтOиaтO..<br />falla iмpazziяe di Te ..pOi baCiala..<br />cullala<br />..dill℮ ch℮ èbella<br /> qυaиdo è тяisт℮, sтai al т℮l℮foиo coи l℮i,aиch℮ s℮ иoи sтa dic℮иdo иi℮ит℮<br />gυaяdala и℮gli occhi ℮ sorridi<br /> baciala sυlla fяOит℮<br />Balla coи l℮i aиch℮ s℮ иOи c’è мυsica<br />baciala soттo la pioggia<br />..℮ qυaиdo тi iииaмoяi di l℮i..<br /> Diglielo !!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-6611970985880548358?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-58509217356473660812008-08-20T20:46:00.000-07:002008-08-20T20:47:33.138-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#000000;">Cucciolo,<br />Sto scrivendo e riscrivendo decine di volte pur di buttare giù, su questo foglio di carta, qualcosa che possa colpirti.<br />Finalmente, ho deciso di far parlare il mio cuore...<br />Ci siamo conosciuti 3 mesi fa.<br />In realtà, ci conosciamo da sempre.<br />Ma il ricordo di queste dolci sere d'estate, rimarrà per sempre inciso nel mio cuore.<br />E' tardi.<br />Sono quasi le 2 di notte, ma il pensiero dolcissimo di te mi tiene sveglia.<br />Mi abbandono ai ricordi e assaporo ogni attimo della mia vita trascorso con te...Un vortice di emozioni travolge la mia mente e il mio corpo quando rivivo gli istanti di quel bacio stupendo che ci rese una cosa sola...Mi sono innamorata di te, amore mio.<br />Mi sono innamorata del tuo sorriso, dei tuoi baci, delle tue carezze, della tua pelle, del tuo profumo, delle tue labbra...Di tutto.<br />Il cuore batte forte e le mani mi tremano. L'emozione mi prende poco a poco.<br />Sto bene...Da quando ci sei tu nella mia vita, sto tremendamente BENE! E non ci sono parole per spiegartelo ancora...Amore mio, oggi compi 18 anni e in questa lettera sono racchiusi i miei auguri per questo tuo giorno speciale.Ma non solo... sono anche 3 mesi che stiamo vivendo una favola meravigliosa.Cucciolo, non lasciarmi mai sennò non saprei come vivere...Nel bene e nel male, io ci sarò sempre perché ormai sei diventato parte integrante di me!!Ti bacio e ti abbraccio.BUON 18ESIMO COMPLEANNO</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;">Ti amo tanto!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-5850921735647366081?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-72663187271094657572008-07-21T18:41:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:53:55.263-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SIU9o1apXOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vaARs5MOJvk/s1600-h/amor06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225650714376232162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SIU9o1apXOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vaARs5MOJvk/s320/amor06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Scusa se da quando ti ho visto, non ho fatto altro che pensarti...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Scusa se poco alla volta ho cominciato a volerti... </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Scusa se ora sei il protagonista dei miei sogni.. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Scusa se per caso quel giorno mi sono innamorata</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">di te.../</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-7266318727109465757?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-53012614506436239982008-07-21T18:38:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:41:32.927-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SIU6uVM4-UI/AAAAAAAAAP4/r49e3S4I7GY/s1600-h/heart+bag%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647510272932162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SIU6uVM4-UI/AAAAAAAAAP4/r49e3S4I7GY/s320/heart+bag%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Peenso a te e una laacrima sceende dal mio viso... </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Ricordo il tuo teenero viso e laa tua voce quaando mi chiaamavi "amica mia"... </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Ora queesto mi travolge faacendomi star malee... </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Vorrei avertii vicino x poterti abbracciare e dirti quaando t voglio ma tutto </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>scompaarisce come un sogno che sa d nn potersi avverare ../</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-5301261450643623998?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-62104974344075038912008-07-21T18:26:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:37:41.221-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SIU510g_BtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oZg7XEjXQI0/s1600-h/img44009_dejasmim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225646539426170578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SIU510g_BtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oZg7XEjXQI0/s320/img44009_dejasmim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;">Cosaa provi tuu?<br />Quaando mi guaardi negli occhi cosaa provi?<br />Quaando mi guaardi nell’animaa cosa provi?<br />Quaando i nostri sguardi si incrociano anche x un attimo, quaando le nostre anime libeere da vincoli terreni fanno l'amoore attraaverso i nostri occhi, cosaa provi tu? Come fai a daarti pace, a dormire, a mangiaare, a provare interesse x qualsiasi stupida cosa? Poveri noi, forse è meglio perderci, allontanarci, dimenticarci, questa è la cosa giusta da fare... ma ricordati.. Costi quel che costi, io ti vorrò fino al mio ultimo giorno.. non dimenticarlo mai… /</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-6210497434407503891?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-12968250635822320102008-07-17T16:45:00.000-07:002008-07-17T16:49:46.939-07:00<span style="color:#666666;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ti Voglio bene</span> </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span><span style="color:#33ff33;">Ti Accarezzo </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ti Desidero<br /></span><span style="color:#666666;"> Ti Penso</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><span style="color:#9999ff;">Ti Bacio</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#339999;"> Ti Canto<br /></span><span style="color:#333300;">Ti Sogno</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Ti Sento<br /></span>Ti Voglio<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Ti Sfioro</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Ti Respiro!</em></strong></span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-1296825063582232010?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-61939519433702706992008-07-17T16:26:00.000-07:002008-07-17T16:50:36.862-07:00X tee...<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SH_V2zHx-HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yJoZH0Ulunw/s1600-h/343818v9hwnclekftq9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224129230185560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SH_V2zHx-HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yJoZH0Ulunw/s320/343818v9hwnclekftq9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;">Rivesto il cielo con i tuoi colori, </span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">E al vento do la voce che Tu hai. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Nome di Te, alle gioie ed ai dolori, </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ad ogni mio pensiero e Tu lo sai. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tutto, Tu sei per me ed io ti vivo </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Anche con questi versi che ti scrivo.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-6193951943370270699?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-36466954310359136272008-06-08T07:34:00.000-07:002008-06-08T07:53:53.900-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SEvyHnWKCuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wlsiVXFYWn0/s1600-h/Foto1679.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523606619032290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SEvyHnWKCuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wlsiVXFYWn0/s320/Foto1679.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">-</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">Non pentirti, non giudicarti sei quello </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">che sei e nn c'e niente di meglio</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">al mondo ., Pause,rewind,play e ancora e</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">ancora e ancora nn spegnere mai il</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">tuo campionatore continua a registrare</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">a mettere insieme i suoni x riempire il</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">caos che hai dentro e se scenderà 1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">lacrima quando le ascolti.. <strong>beh</strong>., non avere</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#999999;">paura è come la lacrima di un fan che ascolta la sua canzone preferita.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">\o/</span><span style="color:#666666;">.,</span></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-3646695431035913627?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-40077824924482132562008-04-25T10:17:00.000-07:002008-04-25T10:28:31.356-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SBIUcxji_QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7VGkns1uTf4/s1600-h/lib092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193235804882926850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SBIUcxji_QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7VGkns1uTf4/s320/lib092.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Fammi ...riposare sul tuo cuore....dammi....almeno l'occasione...di volare....x sempre...insieme a te....oltre.....la ragione....c'è sentimento...kiamato amore..lasciati andare e vivi...le nostre emozioni....permettendo al tuo cuore..di amarmi....x tutta la vita...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-4007782492448213256?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-47548029990032344112008-04-25T09:52:00.000-07:002008-04-25T10:09:56.985-07:00<strong></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SBIMrBji_OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZBwr0yZtW94/s1600-h/lisarv1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193227253603040482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SBIMrBji_OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZBwr0yZtW94/s320/lisarv1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">La vita ci<strong> regala</strong> tanti momenti....<strong>condivisi cn sorrisi</strong> e pianti...gioia..dolore...sofferenza e amore....ma quando conosci persone meravigliose....allora tutto diventa meno pesante da sopportare<strong>....io ringrazio</strong> ogni persona ke è entrata nella mia <strong>vita</strong>...se pur x brevi momenti ...ognuno a suo modo ha <strong>lasciato qualkosa</strong> una parola..una frase <strong>un abbraccio</strong> un sorriso....o anke i silenzi stessi....o a volte anke tante lacrime..abbraccio le mie amicizie....abbraccio al cuore..e le<strong> porto</strong> nella mia anima...sempre....stritolataaa a te....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"><strong>a te</strong>...</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;">e poi <strong>a te...</strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-4754802999003234411?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-8105074953389924262008-04-15T20:09:00.000-07:002008-04-15T20:13:21.550-07:00Un pò di foto!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAVucOW_NxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OISiwVZJ-8c/s1600-h/Foto1193.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189675576784271122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAVucOW_NxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OISiwVZJ-8c/s320/Foto1193.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAVuReW_NwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1CIytXBNdu8/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&shy;tulo+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189675392100677378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAVuReW_NwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1CIytXBNdu8/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+7.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#003300;"> </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#003300;">M F D T</span><br /></span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-810507495338992426?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-29142153306690927852008-04-15T20:08:00.000-07:002008-04-15T20:09:30.109-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAVt2uW_NuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eCsVw98Ji0E/s1600-h/foto+com+frase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189674932539176674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAVt2uW_NuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eCsVw98Ji0E/s320/foto+com+frase.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-2914215330669092785?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-44859676082284739282008-04-13T15:30:00.000-07:002008-04-13T15:34:45.721-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAKKZ-W_NsI/AAAAAAAAANU/riO2kY9DL-Q/s1600-h/abbraccio2ef6gy9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188861899525011138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SAKKZ-W_NsI/AAAAAAAAANU/riO2kY9DL-Q/s320/abbraccio2ef6gy9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;">Abbracciami</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;">Forte....</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-4485967608228473928?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-37104854802818808892008-04-11T10:26:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:29:08.488-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Come sia possibile.....ke una bella amicizia...<br />dopo aver condiviso....mille situazioni....<br />condiviso.....tanti momenti.....possa finire???<br />sparire....e nn farsi piu' vivi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">e la voglia di abbracciarti dovrò tenermela repressa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">xke' il tuo gelido distacco.<br />nn potrà lasciarmi illesaaaadove sarai adesso?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Cosa succede ????</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-3710485480281880889?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-5993103256806687162008-04-11T10:07:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:08:57.608-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">Tutto quello che è stato è già stato</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"> lo metteremo nel nostro passato</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-599310325680668716?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-16087830570054464882008-04-11T09:19:00.000-07:002008-04-11T09:40:13.873-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><em>se c'è qualcosa che non ti va ... dillo alla luna...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><em>può darsi che porti fortuna </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><em>dirlo alla luna</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><em>voglio trovare un senso.....a questa vita<br /></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><em>anke se questa vita un<br /></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Senso nn ce l'ha...voglio trovare un senso...a questa<br /></span></div></em></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>storia anke se questa storia </em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>un senso </em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><em>nn ce l'ha...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-1608783057005446488?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-19887968258589889512008-04-11T09:05:00.000-07:002008-04-11T09:11:52.853-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_-NmRMYzsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SlfmjhNmmsk/s1600-h/amore_14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188020984344006338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_-NmRMYzsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SlfmjhNmmsk/s320/amore_14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Te lo dico sottovoce </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Amo te </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Come non ho fatto in </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>fondo con nessuna</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>resta qui</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>un secondo</em></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-1988796825858988951?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-49891717433347229662008-04-08T10:58:00.000-07:002008-05-23T10:21:17.668-07:00Amore...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SDb8ZSaYesI/AAAAAAAAAPY/paAJoDTDBas/s1600-h/1111111111111111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203623930842610370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/SDb8ZSaYesI/AAAAAAAAAPY/paAJoDTDBas/s320/1111111111111111.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"> Senza qualcuno non siamo nessuno vogliamo crederci forti. Ma diventa presto pesante falsare un sorriso quell’amore mi ha fatto soffrire, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">ma quell'amore mi ha fatto crescere </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">mi hai fatto <span style="color:#ff0000;">innamorare</span>... e ora ti prego fammi <span style="color:#ff0000;">dimenticare</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">c'e caldo la fuori ma dentro si gela ora sei solo un sogno...ti chiedo solo... di <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nn</span> svegliarmi più ho detto a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tt</span> che è finita...a tutti... tranne che me stessa … </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Mi illudo che tornerai da me...<span style="color:#ff0000;">Già mi illudo</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span>cancellerò i tuoi messaggi, brucerò le tue foto ma questo...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nn</span> servirà a cancellarti del mio cuore </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">E nonostante ....tutto, ti ringrazio...se <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">qll</span> che <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sn</span> ...lo devo a te mi mancherai </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">ti ho voluto x un battito in più… e tu mi hai lasciato x un battito in meno </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nn</span> hai voluto lottare x recuperare il nostro rapporto… Ed è lì che ho capito che non né valeva la pena.<br /><br />L'amore è una lotta, ma da sola...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nn</span> l'avrei mai vinta.<br /><br />E ora quell'odio è solo indifferenza.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sii felice.<br /></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Perché</span> anche io lo sarò qualcun'altro...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_vFhsvVw7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/2Yjzi2t2nXk/s1600-h/9236394py7.jpg"></a></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-4989171743334722966?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-84855314498904468152008-04-08T08:53:00.000-07:002008-04-08T09:12:28.909-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_uYnMvVw6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vb3wZ7XTcsU/s1600-h/mani.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186907195049362338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_uYnMvVw6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vb3wZ7XTcsU/s320/mani.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;">Non ho più voglia di starti dietro,<br />ho voglia di camminarti accanto,<br />di prenderti per mano<br />e portarti lontano,<br />senza meta,<br />in balia della vita<br />fino a raggiungere quel posto fantastico<br />che parla di noi.<br />Tu non correre ti prego,<br />stammi accanto,<br />percorriamo insieme<br />e se domani<br />non avrai più bisogno della mia mano<br />ti lascerò andare da solo,<br />ma tu non voltarti mai<br />perchè vedresti i miei occhi<br />morire di te...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-8485531449890446815?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-10898954215050941082008-04-08T08:40:00.000-07:002008-04-08T08:41:52.310-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_uSLsvVw5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LqkndcMq3tE/s1600-h/385089293a8329a0a1cid8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186900125533193106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_uSLsvVw5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LqkndcMq3tE/s320/385089293a8329a0a1cid8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Vorrei volare via...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-1089895421505094108?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-36228422543626086382008-04-08T07:54:00.001-07:002008-04-08T07:55:58.195-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_uHSsvVw4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LC32anGSbgA/s1600-h/ATgAAACyVrad1f0BkTQ7P3gACUBKDIcOOHqORop83ZAJYjwcTDiH-S2kLFi_QmXMu4dghGOfDD8lcFdYJ1Q59liLsIDcAJtU9VA70jWzn8IZq075_LcOT4EzyrpE9Q.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186888151164371842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_uHSsvVw4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LC32anGSbgA/s320/ATgAAACyVrad1f0BkTQ7P3gACUBKDIcOOHqORop83ZAJYjwcTDiH-S2kLFi_QmXMu4dghGOfDD8lcFdYJ1Q59liLsIDcAJtU9VA70jWzn8IZq075_LcOT4EzyrpE9Q.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>Non capiremo mai abbastanza quanto<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>bene è capace di fare un sorriso.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-3622842254362608638?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-37435762538714457942008-04-06T06:15:00.000-07:002008-04-06T06:23:30.245-07:00<div> <br /> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Mi fidO di Te <br /></span><span style="color:#6633ff;">cOnOsci il miO più grande segretO, <br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">giurai<span style="color:#ff6600;"> di</span> nOn parlarne cOn NESSUNO.</span> <br /></span> <br /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186121203149292338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_jNwcvVwzI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ric2v6uYfzs/s320/Naked_Passion_Series____Hands_by_roxytrollope.jpg" border="0" /> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Tu sOltantO lO sai, <br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">sperO nOn infrangerai la PROMESSA che mi hai fattO.</span> <br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">*Qualsiasi cOsa accada tra di nOi*</span></span></span></div></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-3743576253871445794?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-56504107131553084882008-04-05T09:32:00.000-07:002008-04-05T09:40:30.140-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_erXcvVwvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8vCbzmSaD4A/s1600-h/450884_take_my_heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185801915280507634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_erXcvVwvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8vCbzmSaD4A/s320/450884_take_my_heart.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>And if you go,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I wanna go with you.</strong></span></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>And if you die,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I wanna die with you.</span><br /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-5650410713155308488?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-58121142491826037402008-04-05T09:25:00.000-07:002008-04-05T09:31:43.626-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_epZMvVwuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2dEzzmTjBQQ/s1600-h/makinglovewithyourhandsle6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185799746322023138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_epZMvVwuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2dEzzmTjBQQ/s320/makinglovewithyourhandsle6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">♥ <span style="color:#993399;">C</span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">o</span>me neLLe favoLe, fin sopra aLLe nuvoLe </strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">♥</span><br /></span><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-5812114249182603740?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-13982653593239591812008-04-05T09:17:00.000-07:002008-04-05T09:25:05.213-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_enh8vVwrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TQAfhswupBY/s1600-h/stancaas0.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185797697622622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_enh8vVwrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TQAfhswupBY/s320/stancaas0.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>... Nell'amore</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-1398265359323959181?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-56249511961325104462008-04-05T09:14:00.000-07:002008-04-05T09:17:10.068-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_el7MvVwqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8Q57QNH0SSs/s1600-h/hhh2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185795932391064226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R_el7MvVwqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8Q57QNH0SSs/s320/hhh2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"> A un passo da te</span> </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#993399;">Paura di decidere</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">Paura di me</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-5624951196132510446?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-72673214390228189902008-03-30T12:55:00.000-07:002008-03-30T13:19:13.784-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-_yMcvVwpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5KmClQZufy8/s1600-h/sad2er1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183627991813833362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-_yMcvVwpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5KmClQZufy8/s320/sad2er1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>Molte persone ti feriscono, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>e ti deludono </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>sempre quando continuamente </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>ti ricordano</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong> un tuo sogno nel cassetto che è</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong> irrealizzabile... </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong>che tristezza!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-7267321439022818990?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-14831154568895023282008-03-30T11:49:00.001-07:002008-03-30T12:10:20.690-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-_iT8vVwoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zxIPJ82eldI/s1600-h/oggi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183610528476807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-_iT8vVwoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zxIPJ82eldI/s320/oggi.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Ed è proprio quando arrivo lì </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>che già ritornerei </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>ed è sempre quando sono qui</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>che io ripartirei</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>ed è come quello che non c’è</strong></span></div><div align="center"><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(49,48,49); TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.airdave.it/"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>che io rimpiangerei</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>quando penso che non è cosi</strong></span></span></span><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(49,48,49); TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.airdave.it/"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong> il mondo</strong></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>che vorrei</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>non si può fare quello che si vuole<br /></strong></span></div><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-1483115456889502328?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-20803883700211438452008-03-28T14:26:00.000-07:002008-03-28T14:29:29.115-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-1jEsvVwnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yGmbEjUHtJk/s1600-h/ora%20ti%20trovo!_hdr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182907678553653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-1jEsvVwnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yGmbEjUHtJk/s320/ora%2520ti%2520trovo!_hdr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Nella mia mente</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Dentro il mio cuore</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">...sarai x sempre </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">il mio più grande</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Amore!!!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Mi manchi tanto amore mio...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-2080388370021143845?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836202356327630049.post-63165883650298501572008-03-28T13:37:00.000-07:002008-03-28T13:56:30.293-07:00................................. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-1aQsvVwlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wvrnqcNEEiQ/s1600-h/passi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182897989107434066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KrwgbQpic0/R-1aQsvVwlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wvrnqcNEEiQ/s320/passi.jpg" border="0" /></a> ................<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">l</span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">'</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">è stare 2 ore davanti allo spekkio xke sai di doverlo incontrare.. </span></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">è ascoltare la musica a tt volume e pensare a lui..</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">è riconoscere il suo profumo..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">è stare ore a descriverlo..</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">è essere tristi qnd non lo vediamo..</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">è disperarsi qnd non ti vuole..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> è pensare a lui mentre studi..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">è scrivere da ogni parte il suo nome..<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">l'</span><span style="color:#330000;">AMORE</span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> è dedicargli una canzone..</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836202356327630049-6316588365029850157?l=gabrielakotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>»-(¯`v´¯)-» *G@bry «-(¯`v´¯)-«http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638188288360984544noreply@blogger.com1