<?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-20219790</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:10:55.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><subtitle type='html'>I walk the streets of...&lt;br&gt;
...a lot of streets, a lot of emotions, a lot of things to share with all you my friends...&lt;br&gt;
Here I am and "I'm what I am", it's true...&lt;br&gt;
...somebody can hate and somebody else can hate me, but I'm as you can see, I think exactly what I write and I'll be happy if you will share with me all...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219790.post-113983816047820106</id><published>2006-02-13T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:08:45.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><content type='html'>...new life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've heard a great news: my friend Hugo is daddy and her daughter is well and very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;...and I would like to post a song lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» With Arms Wide Open «&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just heard the news today&lt;br /&gt;It seems my life is going to change&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, begin to pray T&lt;br /&gt;hen tears of joy stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To be the man I have to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side&lt;br /&gt;We stand in awe, we've created life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you love&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything ...oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open..wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Guitar Break}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one wish&lt;br /&gt;Only one demand&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's not like me&lt;br /&gt;I hope he understands&lt;br /&gt;That he can take this life&lt;br /&gt;And hold it by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And he can greet the world&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you love&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything..oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open....wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes Hugo!&lt;br /&gt;I hope  all the best for your daughter!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Alfo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113983816047820106?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113983816047820106/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113983816047820106' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113983816047820106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113983816047820106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-walk-streets-of.html' title='I walk the streets of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219790.post-113942797874962950</id><published>2006-02-08T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:46:18.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the way of...</title><content type='html'>...Amsterdam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again... a lot of day between the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, I am, I will be very busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Amsterdam to join a Training session for my company and it was great, I love Amsterdam, in my understanding it's one of the most beautiful city I've ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all about AMS strarting from the architectural side until the way of "live the life" (it doesn't sound good but there people play their life in a different way), maybe because it's quite different than in my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of places, lived in some different cities and I was very close to very different way to keep the life. I was born in a small city (Agrigento in Sicily) where the life is relaxing and the people gets everything slow, and this is wonderful since people have the time to spent for themselves; then after Palermo, Rome and Udine I come to Milan and it's the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;everything at the fastest way and no time for nothing and for nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Amsterdam it seems in the mid way, no too fast but not too slow, the right way to play the life; they had a very open mind and for example light drugs and prostitution are able to act but only in the right and authorized place: for example you can smoke a joint just in the coffee shops (but you can smoke only light drugs) and you can get sex for payment just going on the Red District.&lt;br /&gt;In Italy this it's simply forbidden, maybe because we've the Pope, maybe because we are trapped by our uses and tradition but it's very far from our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I can only love this culture and this open way to play the life in the maximum respect for all the people and for all their choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover in Amsterdam you can see wonderful buildings and the stranger thing it's that they doesn't need to have shutters (it's crazy think something like that in Italy) because they respect the properties and it's very very very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk hours and hours about Amsterdam but I don't want to bother you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again in a short time, I assure that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113942797874962950?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113942797874962950/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113942797874962950' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113942797874962950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113942797874962950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-walk-way-of.html' title='I walk the way of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113776966448722111</id><published>2006-01-20T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:30:35.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome back guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better... I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't have posted anything for days and days but it was a very hard period, strange days and a lot of work...&lt;br /&gt;...just now I've some minutes free and I'm posting this message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Amsterdam, I will be there for a week and I'm going to join a training session for my company and I'm quite happy to go there since I'll meet some friends and there I can "coach" my english skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, now it's time to come back to my work and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read you as soon as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113776966448722111?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113776966448722111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113776966448722111' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113776966448722111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113776966448722111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-back-guys-or-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113629513992690361</id><published>2006-01-03T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:21:49.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><content type='html'>...New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is quiet on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;A world in white gets underway&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a blood red sky&lt;br /&gt;A crowd has gathered in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Arms entwined, the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers says, says&lt;br /&gt;Say it's true it's true...&lt;br /&gt;And we can break through&lt;br /&gt;Though torn in two&lt;br /&gt;We can be one I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will begin again I...&lt;br /&gt;I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Oh...maybe tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we're told this is the golden age&lt;br /&gt;And gold is the reason for the wars we wage&lt;br /&gt;Though I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113629513992690361?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113629513992690361/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113629513992690361' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113629513992690361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113629513992690361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-walk-streets-of.html' title='I walk the streets of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113594091705559525</id><published>2005-12-30T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:05:53.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><content type='html'>...wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys, this is my last working day of 2005. So it's time to take 10 minutes for ourselves and try to understand what went fine and what wrong, what good and what bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can wish for you, my friends, nothing special just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...everything YOU want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Alfo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113594091705559525?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113594091705559525/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113594091705559525' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113594091705559525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113594091705559525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-walk-streets-of_30.html' title='I walk the streets of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113586566233631648</id><published>2005-12-29T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:16:55.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><content type='html'>Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a bird...&lt;br /&gt;I'm more that a plane...&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...&lt;br /&gt;but don't be naive...&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...&lt;br /&gt;but won't you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up ahead...&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;It's all right...&lt;br /&gt;you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy...or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one-way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113586566233631648?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113586566233631648/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113586566233631648' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113586566233631648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113586566233631648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-walk-streets-of_29.html' title='I walk the streets of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113578614894547919</id><published>2005-12-28T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:51:46.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think that it's clearly visible that I love do everything round by friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...and it's quite strange how we can change our opinion on other people just knowing better them and giving them a chanche to be themselves. In a lot of cases the firts impression is the worst one and probably we all are used to shield ourselves and hold off a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've a lot of acquitances, some friends and more or less something like ten real friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...and today I would like to thank just one of them, but please note that I'm not forgetting other guys but he is playing an important role in this period of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've worked within the same Company for a year and half saying him just something like: "Hello.." and other common phrases like that. But less than a year ago we've started to work side by side and was just in that period that I've really realize something abuot this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now we work constantly close and if we can we like to talk about our problems, to give help each other, to joke (of course) and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so now we're first of all friends and than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; colleagues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In few words: I've found a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks F. my mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.&lt;br /&gt;- Muhammad Ali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113578614894547919?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113578614894547919/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113578614894547919' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113578614894547919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113578614894547919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-walk-streets-of_28.html' title='I walk the streets of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113576608982381040</id><published>2005-12-28T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T17:15:57.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I've introduced my blog just yesterday spending few words about the street of life...&lt;br /&gt;...but even if it is the first street we walk at the same time is the hardest one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of hurdles are placed on our walk and we have to pass them trying to get some positives learnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in my opinion it's impossible to talk exhaustively about life and what I'll do it's to talk about the immensityof streets that are directly linked to life and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...enjoy my trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only way to reach &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; passing through the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt; is follow me!"&lt;br /&gt;- myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113576608982381040?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113576608982381040/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113576608982381040' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113576608982381040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113576608982381040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-ive-introduced-my-blog-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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-20219790.post-113567639679063825</id><published>2005-12-27T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:40:56.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk the streets of...</title><content type='html'>...life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my first post and it's the first street I would like to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;My life, my ideas, my work, myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to write this blog in English even if probably I'm not able to do that at all, so I'm sure that you all will excuse all my errors and give me another chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, let's start and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...everyone is welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219790-113567639679063825?l=walkthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/113567639679063825/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219790&amp;postID=113567639679063825' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113567639679063825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219790/posts/default/113567639679063825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkthestreets.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-walk-streets-of.html' title='I walk the streets of...'/><author><name>Alfo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506712188368152961</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
