<?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-2406053210900137388</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:14:52.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Musicola</title><subtitle type='html'>La colonna sonora della mia vita. Le emozioni, i pensieri, le immagini, le melodie, le parole che hanno fatto la storia di una generazione ma che hanno segnato indelebilmente cio' che sono adesso. Video Musicola. I miei sogni in musica.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-6366371393473974117</id><published>2008-02-19T10:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:52:52.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again</title><summary type='text'>Video bellissimo. Il sorriso di Janet e il miracolo di vivere un mondo incredibile...There are timesWhen I look aboveAnd beyondThere are times when I feel your loveAround me babyIll never forget my baby(Ill never forget you)There are times when I look above and beyondThere are times when I feel your love around me babyIll never forget my babyWhen I feel that I dont belongDraw my strengthFrom the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6366371393473974117/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=6366371393473974117' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/6366371393473974117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/6366371393473974117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2008/02/video-bellissimo.html' title='Together Again'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-8357721923686907757</id><published>2008-01-08T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:54:13.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is The Love?</title><summary type='text'>La canzone che ha fatto conoscere al grande pubblico i Black Eyed Peas.Il tema e' attuale, il video accattivante, Fergie sprizza sex-appeal da tutti i pori.Un successo annunciatissimo.What's wrong with the world mama?People living like aint got no mamasI think the whole worlds addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to the things that bring you traumaOverseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorismBut we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8357721923686907757/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=8357721923686907757' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/8357721923686907757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/8357721923686907757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-is-love.html' title='Where Is The Love?'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-137351975724914518</id><published>2007-11-30T08:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:01:23.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nei Giardini Che Nessuno Sa</title><summary type='text'>Io sono tra quelli che quei giardini li ho conosciuti, e frequentati per un decennio. Dai "Cavalieri di Malta", a "Villa S. Lucia", a "Villa Ardeatina", passando per molti ospedali romani per poi finire alla "Clinica S. Elisabetta", in via dell'Olmata a Roma.Accompagnando mia madre nella sua personale odissea, ho vissuto quei posti fatti di anime e sogni infranti. Dopo 7 anni dalla morte di mia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/137351975724914518/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=137351975724914518' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/137351975724914518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/137351975724914518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/nei-giardini-che-nessuno-sa.html' title='Nei Giardini Che Nessuno Sa'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-3378329355150262991</id><published>2007-11-20T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:27:19.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle Race</title><summary type='text'>Erano i mitici Anni '70, e non c'era il delirio di traffico che c'e' oggigiorno. Il bikesharing era al di la' da venire, e il piacere di andare in bicicletta era, per l'appunto, un piacere.Il mai troppo compianto Freddy Mercury e 65 ragazze nude in bicicletta in un video che ha fatto epoca. L'album, "Jazz", in cui era il singolo "Bicycle race", e' meraviglioso!Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3378329355150262991/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=3378329355150262991' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/3378329355150262991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/3378329355150262991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/bicycle-race.html' title='Bicycle Race'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-2336512607430477706</id><published>2007-11-06T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:44:37.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com'e' Dolce La Sera</title><summary type='text'>Versione Sanremese di Marisa Sannia di una delle piu' belle canzoni dei primi anni '70, piu' conosciuta nell'interpretazione di Donatello.La dedico alla luce dei miei anni: mia madre.Alle sue sere solitarie, ma in compagnia dei suoi sogni di bambina.Un soffio e poinon posso più prendertiquella foglia che vola sei tuio rimango quaggiù.Il tempo vae i giorni si allunganotorna verde fra i rami per </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2336512607430477706/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-5624488764244635519</id><published>2007-10-23T10:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:20:40.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Night</title><summary type='text'>Graffia di piu' la chitarra di Santana o la voce di Chad Kroeger, leader dei Nickelback?La magia di una festa sulla spiaggia raccontata in musica.Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5624488764244635519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=5624488764244635519' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/5624488764244635519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/5624488764244635519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/10/into-night.html' title='Into The Night'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-1042971891264761770</id><published>2007-10-02T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:18:28.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Favola Di Adamo Ed Eva</title><summary type='text'>Sono un uomo cosi' divertente da credere ancora alla favola di Adamo ed Eva?Santi numi ma che pena mi fatestrozzati inghiottiti come olive ascolanespiedini di carne in fila sulle autostradesaldare al casello tanto per ringraziarepensarsi arrivati dopo un lungo week-endChiedo venia trovo un po' esageratopagare tre volte un litro di benzinasentirsi ridire con sorrisi di rameche sono costretti dal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1042971891264761770/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=1042971891264761770' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1042971891264761770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1042971891264761770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-favola-di-adamo-ed-eva.html' title='La Favola Di Adamo Ed Eva'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-7327490586222021859</id><published>2007-09-10T07:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:17:18.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Donna Cannone</title><summary type='text'>Nel grande circo della vita, si rinnova ogni giorno l'enorme stupore per le piccole cose.Nei miei ricordi, l'amore per una donna che seppe meravigliarmi per il solo fatto di essersi innamorata di me.Un amore sparato nel cielo, che scomparve senza lasciare traccia ne' rimpianti, ma che ancora oggi, se ci penso, spalanco gli occhi incredulo.Butterò questo mio enorme cuore tra le stelle un giorno,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7327490586222021859/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=7327490586222021859' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/7327490586222021859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/7327490586222021859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-donna-cannone.html' title='La Donna Cannone'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-3485155940458086444</id><published>2007-08-10T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:37:14.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Provi A Volare</title><summary type='text'>Mi ritrovo spesso a cantare con le mie piccole dinamiti questa canzoncina di Di Risio.E cantando a squarciagola in macchina o a casa, le sento vicine e pronte a volare via, come sara' giusto e come forse e' giusto che io mi auguri che cio' avvenga il piu' tardi possibile.Se provi a volare ti accorgi che qualche stella sta lì per noi e sfiorandole sei più libero Tu lo sai che il mondo non ti </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3485155940458086444/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=3485155940458086444' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/3485155940458086444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/3485155940458086444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-provi-volare.html' title='Se Provi A Volare'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-1092462574420266116</id><published>2007-08-06T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:14:27.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman In Chains</title><summary type='text'>Nell'era dell'emancipazione, della donna in carriera, della parita' dei sessi, ci sono ancora, purtroppo, vaste isole di discriminazione. La violenza privata ai danni delle donne non conosce, purtroppo, distinzione di razza o differenza geografica.Dai burka alle quote rosa, le catene che affliggono l'esistenza di tante, troppe donne, resistono all'usura del tempo e alla evoluzione dei costumi, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1092462574420266116/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=1092462574420266116' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1092462574420266116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1092462574420266116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/woman-in-chains.html' title='Woman In Chains'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-8351454438623245285</id><published>2007-08-02T16:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:11:52.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller</title><summary type='text'>Un video che ha fatto storia.In realta', ne ho un ricordo molto piu' vicino nel tempo: partecipando ad una manifestazione estiva romana molto famosa con uno stand pagato a carissimo prezzo con il mio ex socio, pur di far avvicinare i visitatori alla nostra merce, installammo uno schermo LCD enorme e su di esso iniziammo a proiettare video musicali.Quando era il turno di Thriller, si formava </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8351454438623245285/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=8351454438623245285' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/8351454438623245285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/8351454438623245285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/thriller.html' title='Thriller'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-2900248516249289761</id><published>2007-07-30T07:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:10:14.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per Me E' Importante</title><summary type='text'>Videoclip meraviglioso in cui parole, musica e immagini si fondono perfettamente.Le incomprensioni sono così strane sarebbe meglio evitarle sempre per non rischiare di aver ragione ché la ragione non sempre serve. Domani invece devo ripartire mi aspetta un altro viaggio, e sembrerà come senza fine ma guarderò il paesaggio... Sono lontano e mi torni in mente t’immagino parlare con la gente... Il </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2900248516249289761/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=2900248516249289761' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/2900248516249289761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/2900248516249289761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/07/per-me-e-importante.html' title='Per Me E&apos; Importante'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-6078996270904084821</id><published>2007-07-25T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:26:14.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina</title><summary type='text'>Un brano che rende vivida una storia d'amore come poche canzoni sanno fare.Attraversa i ricordi dei racconti di un vecchio zio di mia madre, reduce dalla prigionia in Grecia ed Albania, e capace di raccontare tante piccole storie fatte di niente, ma con una semplicita' tale da restare incantati per ore.Questo zio non ha mai avuto una Nina ad aspettarlo, ne' un amore con i suoi occhi umili e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6078996270904084821/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=6078996270904084821' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/6078996270904084821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/6078996270904084821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/07/nina.html' title='Nina'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-1260335492605087577</id><published>2007-07-24T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:18:43.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domani, Domani</title><summary type='text'>Correva l'anno 1978 e una donzella d'altri tempi sbarcava a Sanremo con una vocetta da educanda e un look che oggi non ci si va nemmeno al supermercato.Probabilmente l'unico hit di una cantante che poi, da quello che si e' appreso, ha trovato l'amore durante un tour e si e' ritirata a fare la madre di famiglia...Domani, Domani, per una canzone le cui atmosfere tracciano un destino che appartiene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1260335492605087577/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=1260335492605087577' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1260335492605087577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1260335492605087577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/07/domani-domani.html' title='Domani, Domani'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-5320017016973366366</id><published>2007-07-24T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:06:04.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosi' E' La Vita</title><summary type='text'>Nei rari momenti della mia vita che mi ritrovo da solo, mi ritrovo a pensare a questa canzone: un inno alla forza che occorre avere dentro per affrontare le piccole e grandi questioni di tutti i giorni, e di come sia radicato, nell'animo umano, il bosogno di avere qualcuno accanto che sia sempre alla tua parte...Così è la vita che ci sospende con i suoi segni inconfondibiliil suo cuore palpitante</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5320017016973366366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=5320017016973366366' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/5320017016973366366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/5320017016973366366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/07/cosi-e-la-vita.html' title='Cosi&apos; E&apos; La Vita'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-8415099420922599427</id><published>2007-07-18T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:04:50.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take On Me</title><summary type='text'>Un'altra "perla" degli anni '80.Canzoncina scioccherella ma il video era, per l'epoca, davvero fenomenale.Ai tempi in cui credevo di essere un cantante, mi godevo la capacita' di raggiungere l'acuto di quel piacione di Morten Hacket.Una storiella che girava all'epoca e' che lo stesso Morten fosse stato iniziato alle arti amatorie da una delle sue professoresse delle medie. Altro che filmatini </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8415099420922599427/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=8415099420922599427' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/8415099420922599427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/8415099420922599427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-on-me.html' title='Take On Me'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-178645269213717689</id><published>2007-07-16T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:02:41.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Tropicana</title><summary type='text'>E' estate.Meglio essere spensierati.Let me take you to the placeWhere membership's a smiling face,Brush shoulders with the stars.Where strangers take you by the hand,And welcome you to wonderland -From beneath their panamas...Chorus:Club Tropicana, drinks are free,Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone.All that's missing is the sea,But don't worry, you can suntan!Castaways and Lovers meet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/178645269213717689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=178645269213717689' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/178645269213717689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/178645269213717689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/07/club-tropicana.html' title='Club Tropicana'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-4691014064331699318</id><published>2007-06-25T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:01:23.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><summary type='text'>C'e' qualcuno capace di amare cosi' tanto che l'altro non debba mai avere paura, mai preoccuparsi, mai essere triste?C'e qualcuno che ama un'altra persona COMUNQUE?I love you whether or not you love meI love you even if you think that I dontSometimes I find you doubt my love for you, but I dont mindWhy should I mind, why should I mindWhat is love anyway, does anybody love anybody anywayWhat is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4691014064331699318/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=4691014064331699318' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/4691014064331699318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/4691014064331699318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-5192640820426973058</id><published>2007-06-22T16:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:16:59.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo Capodanno</title><summary type='text'>Ci sono pochissime volte in cui sono convinto che moriro' ridendo.Quando ascolto questo brano degli Zero Assoluto, ai loro esordi e non ancora melensi, beh, e' una di quelle volte.L'ultimo giro di giostra me lo vivo a bestia, l'ultimo bit come inno e il pianeta se desta Qui imperversa la tempesta tutti insieme a fare festa Manco fossi Totti dopo un tunnel a Nesta Serata di gala l'ultima in cui si</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5192640820426973058/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=5192640820426973058' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/5192640820426973058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/5192640820426973058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/06/ultimo-capodanno.html' title='Ultimo Capodanno'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-1647758048821927245</id><published>2007-06-22T12:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:58:14.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per causa d'amore</title><summary type='text'>Immedesimarsi nell'altro.Quello cui e' stato "concesso sbagliare".Ci vuole la forza di mille titani. E un cuore grande.Notte di festa che sfuma nel giornoMi trovai ad un tratto dentro a un doppio sognoTutto sembrava possibile da quel momentoPassione e indifferenzaDolcezza e crudeltàE’ questo che solitamente succedeSe c’è un filo che lega due uomini e una donnaIo li tenevo distantima sempre al mio</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1647758048821927245/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=1647758048821927245' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1647758048821927245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/1647758048821927245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/06/per-causa-damore.html' title='Per causa d&apos;amore'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-4523893089073004287</id><published>2007-06-21T13:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:57:03.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded</title><summary type='text'>Difficile dire cosa e' stato e cosa e' ancora oggi per me Nik Kershaw... che per molte, troppe persone e' ancora quello di "The Riddle", I Won't Let The Sun Go Down On Me", "Wide Boy"...Tanti anni in cui le sue canzoni hanno clamorosamente segnato passo passo la mia vita, forse banale, ma pur sempre la mia vita.Dagli indovinelli esistenziali, al fatto che non moriro' ridendo."Wounded" e' uno dei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4523893089073004287/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=4523893089073004287' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/4523893089073004287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/4523893089073004287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/06/wounded.html' title='Wounded'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406053210900137388.post-6088890119929172551</id><published>2007-06-20T17:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:53:17.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody' Song</title><summary type='text'>Vorrei averla scritta per te, figlia mia.Per tutte quelle volte che mi sono fermato accanto alla tua testa sul cuscino, e mentre dormivi ho pianto. Per tutte la parole che non saro' mai capace di dirti. Per tutto cio' che sei per me.When you feel afraid,When you lose your way, I'll find you,Just try to smile, and dry your eyes,I will bring back the moon into your skies.And ever you will, remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6088890119929172551/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406053210900137388&amp;postID=6088890119929172551' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/6088890119929172551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406053210900137388/posts/default/6088890119929172551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://videomusicola.blogspot.com/2007/06/cody-song.html' title='Cody&apos; Song'/><author><name>FLF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672033143267014428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
