<?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-4701766605439021504</id><updated>2011-09-10T13:03:08.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>conoscevo</title><subtitle type='html'>ne ho conosciuti tanti</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-3416028773970390129</id><published>2008-08-08T14:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:27:42.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che marzullo non era niente al confronto</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che, alla domanda se la vita è un sogno o i sogni aiutano a vivere, rispondeva che la vita è un incubo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3416028773970390129?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3416028773970390129/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3416028773970390129' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3416028773970390129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3416028773970390129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/08/uno-che-marzullo-non-era-niente-al.html' title='uno che marzullo non era niente al confronto'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2648777504816117515</id><published>2008-07-08T19:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:32:51.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che faceva tardi in ufficio</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che la sera faceva tardi in ufficio, che a rientrare a casa non sapeva poi come passare il tempo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2648777504816117515?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2648777504816117515/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2648777504816117515' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2648777504816117515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2648777504816117515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/07/uno-che-faceva-tardi-in-ufficio.html' title='uno che faceva tardi in ufficio'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8543943277620477729</id><published>2008-06-10T10:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:24:45.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che mangiava la frittata di cipolle</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che, quando giocava la Nazionale, mangiava sempre la frittata di cipolle. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8543943277620477729?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8543943277620477729/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8543943277620477729' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8543943277620477729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8543943277620477729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/06/uno-che-mangiava-la-frittata-di-cipolle.html' title='uno che mangiava la frittata di cipolle'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8122686087190729638</id><published>2008-06-04T14:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:30:37.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva perso tutti i treni</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva perso tutti i treni. Così, era rimasto in stazione a bere. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8122686087190729638?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8122686087190729638/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8122686087190729638' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8122686087190729638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8122686087190729638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/06/uno-che-aveva-perso-tutti-i-treni.html' title='uno che aveva perso tutti i treni'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8417578284478371922</id><published>2008-06-02T20:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:20:37.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non aveva mai visto una puntata di lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Conoscevo uno che non aveva mai visto una puntata di lost. Si sentiva un po&amp;#39; perso, ma viveva lo stesso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8417578284478371922?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8417578284478371922/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8417578284478371922' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8417578284478371922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8417578284478371922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/06/uno-che-non-aveva-mai-visto-una-puntata.html' title='uno che non aveva mai visto una puntata di lost'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3110153115101646980</id><published>2008-06-02T03:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:59:10.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva i suoi motivi per lavorare</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che lavorava come un matto, che altrimenti non sapeva che altro fare.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3110153115101646980?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3110153115101646980/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3110153115101646980' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3110153115101646980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3110153115101646980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/06/uno-che-aveva-i-suoi-motivi-per.html' title='uno che aveva i suoi motivi per lavorare'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8329997456392025982</id><published>2008-05-29T04:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:51:18.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che la notte non dormiva</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non dormiva, ché a dormire diceva che si annoiava.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8329997456392025982?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8329997456392025982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8329997456392025982' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8329997456392025982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8329997456392025982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-la-notte-non-dormiva.html' title='uno che la notte non dormiva'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2442067933786334034</id><published>2008-05-27T03:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T03:01:44.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che mangiava il sushi</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che mangiava spesso il sushi. Poi gli venivano tre giorni di dissenteria. Però gli piaceva, ed era fico.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2442067933786334034?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2442067933786334034/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2442067933786334034' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2442067933786334034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2442067933786334034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-mangiava-il-sushi.html' title='uno che mangiava il sushi'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4142957118517028871</id><published>2008-05-23T17:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:37:31.384+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era al passo coi tempi</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che faceva un lavoro ombra, prendeva uno stipendio ombra, viveva in una casa ombra ed era mediamente insoddisfatto della sua vita ombra. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4142957118517028871?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4142957118517028871/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4142957118517028871' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4142957118517028871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4142957118517028871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-era-al-passo-coi-tempi.html' title='uno che era al passo coi tempi'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4537142447941001834</id><published>2008-05-23T11:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:08:14.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva dei problemi di memoria</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che scriveva tutti i giorni nel suo blog, ma siccome aveva dei problemi di memoria ogni settimana scriveva più o meno le stesse cose della precedente. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4537142447941001834?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4537142447941001834/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4537142447941001834' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4537142447941001834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4537142447941001834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-aveva-dei-problemi-di-memoria.html' title='uno che aveva dei problemi di memoria'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-494294941777531167</id><published>2008-05-22T18:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:55:12.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva un che di canino</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che quando prestava particolare attenzione allargava le narici come un cane. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-494294941777531167?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/494294941777531167/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=494294941777531167' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/494294941777531167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/494294941777531167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-aveva-un-che-di-canino.html' title='uno che aveva un che di canino'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8311547238997484446</id><published>2008-05-20T15:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:07:21.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che controllava la posta di rado</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che leggeva la posta ogni tre o quattro mesi. Col cambio di stagione, diceva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8311547238997484446?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8311547238997484446/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8311547238997484446' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8311547238997484446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8311547238997484446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-controllava-la-posta-di-rado.html' title='uno che controllava la posta di rado'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5440416438509223183</id><published>2008-05-19T16:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:11:28.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva rotto degli specchi</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva rotto venti specchi. Di sfortuna, diceva, ma almeno vivo altri 140 anni. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5440416438509223183?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5440416438509223183/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5440416438509223183' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5440416438509223183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5440416438509223183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-aveva-rotto-degli-specchi.html' title='uno che aveva rotto degli specchi'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2522752438500913188</id><published>2008-05-18T19:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:37:42.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che periodicamente svuotava gli armadi</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che, per tenere in ordine gli armadi, ogni tanto li svuotava e preparava dei gran sacchi per la Caritas.&lt;br&gt;Salutava ogni capo con un piccolo discorso: sei stata una buona polo, caro pigiama sono contento di aver dormito con te, eccetera.&lt;br&gt; Io sono animista, diceva.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2522752438500913188?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2522752438500913188/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2522752438500913188' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2522752438500913188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2522752438500913188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-periodicamente-svuotava-gli.html' title='uno che periodicamente svuotava gli armadi'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-132180383262891596</id><published>2008-05-16T22:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:15:54.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che stava solo sul cuor della terra</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che stava solo sul cuor della terra e che non trovava neanche un raggio di sole.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-132180383262891596?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/132180383262891596/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=132180383262891596' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/132180383262891596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/132180383262891596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-stava-solo-sul-cuor-della-terra.html' title='uno che stava solo sul cuor della terra'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6400215774100623424</id><published>2008-05-15T15:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:37:56.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era andato lontano</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che era andato lontano. Poi era tornato, ma non se n&amp;#39;era accorto nessuno. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6400215774100623424?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6400215774100623424/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6400215774100623424' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6400215774100623424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6400215774100623424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-era-andato-lontano.html' title='uno che era andato lontano'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-286525652165989072</id><published>2008-05-13T18:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:48:59.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva la sua idea dell'ortografia</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che scriveva sempre &amp;quot;in somma&amp;quot;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-286525652165989072?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/286525652165989072/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=286525652165989072' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/286525652165989072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/286525652165989072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-aveva-la-sua-idea.html' title='uno che aveva la sua idea dell&apos;ortografia'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3330438545316179646</id><published>2008-05-13T10:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:30:44.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un relativista</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che diceva spesso &amp;quot;dipende&amp;quot;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3330438545316179646?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3330438545316179646/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3330438545316179646' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3330438545316179646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3330438545316179646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-relativista.html' title='un relativista'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4521455861115449097</id><published>2008-05-12T16:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:49:42.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che andava ingiro per il mondo</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che andava sempre in giro per il mondo. Voleva verificare se è vero che gli aerei sono più sicuri delle auto. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4521455861115449097?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4521455861115449097/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4521455861115449097' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4521455861115449097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4521455861115449097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-andava-ingiro-per-il-mondo.html' title='uno che andava ingiro per il mondo'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5212737058952969069</id><published>2008-05-10T22:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:27:41.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che leggeva fumetti</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che leggeva fumetti. Sapeva tutto della&lt;i&gt; continuity&lt;/i&gt; Marvel. Fra trent&amp;#39;anni, diceva, venderò su ebay la mia collezione e farò un sacco di soldi.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5212737058952969069?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5212737058952969069/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5212737058952969069' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5212737058952969069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5212737058952969069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-leggeva-fumetti.html' title='uno che leggeva fumetti'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1210017324733291493</id><published>2008-05-09T18:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:25:40.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che amava gli animali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Conoscevo uno che sulla scrivania aveva un cane un ippopotamo un elefante un topo e una puzzola.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Portava una maglietta col disegno di un dinosauro che si lamentava che i suoi amici erano morti.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1210017324733291493?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1210017324733291493/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1210017324733291493' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1210017324733291493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1210017324733291493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-amava-gli-animali.html' title='uno che amava gli animali'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-547217598656952454</id><published>2008-05-09T00:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:43:10.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che buttava i vestiti per terra</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che quando si spogliava buttava i vestiti per terra. Tanto sono già sporchi, diceva.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-547217598656952454?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/547217598656952454/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=547217598656952454' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/547217598656952454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/547217598656952454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-buttava-i-vestiti-per-terra.html' title='uno che buttava i vestiti per terra'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6986508412603695378</id><published>2008-05-05T00:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:08:14.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non aveva tempo da perdere</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non aveva tempo da perdere. Ma non sapeva neanche come guadagnarne.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6986508412603695378?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6986508412603695378/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6986508412603695378' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6986508412603695378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6986508412603695378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-non-aveva-tempo-da-perdere.html' title='uno che non aveva tempo da perdere'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4759214969060780342</id><published>2008-05-02T14:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:50:36.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non aveva mai mangiato le nespole</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non aveva mai mangiato le nespole.Un giorno gliele fecero provare. Da allora, quando veniva la stagione delle nespole le comprava sempre, ma solo se erano in offerta. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4759214969060780342?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4759214969060780342/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4759214969060780342' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4759214969060780342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4759214969060780342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-non-aveva-mai-mangiato-le.html' title='uno che non aveva mai mangiato le nespole'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3123497844922350356</id><published>2008-05-01T17:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:21:15.968+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non usava l'ombrello</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che quando pioveva lasciava sempre l&amp;#39;ombrello a casa.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3123497844922350356?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3123497844922350356/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3123497844922350356' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3123497844922350356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3123497844922350356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-che-non-usava-lombrello.html' title='uno che non usava l&apos;ombrello'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7757036435250266886</id><published>2008-04-12T11:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:30:54.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era vivo</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che era vivo. Poi era morto.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7757036435250266886?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7757036435250266886/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7757036435250266886' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7757036435250266886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7757036435250266886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-era-vivo.html' title='uno che era vivo'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-5218212034843882898</id><published>2008-04-12T01:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:37:16.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era sparito</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che avevo visto una volta e poi era sparito per sempre.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5218212034843882898?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5218212034843882898/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5218212034843882898' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5218212034843882898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5218212034843882898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-era-sparito.html' title='uno che era sparito'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1593977850028881771</id><published>2008-04-11T10:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:03:02.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che faceva cretinate</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che passava tutto il tempo a fare cretinate. Bisogna fare qualcosa nella vita, diceva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1593977850028881771?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1593977850028881771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1593977850028881771' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1593977850028881771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1593977850028881771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-faceva-cretinate.html' title='uno che faceva cretinate'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7992814963445018942</id><published>2008-04-10T10:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:19:50.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che guardava le sitcom</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che in tv guardava solo le sitcom. Però senza audio. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7992814963445018942?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7992814963445018942/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7992814963445018942' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7992814963445018942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7992814963445018942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-guardava-le-sitcom.html' title='uno che guardava le sitcom'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2544368704169903132</id><published>2008-04-08T19:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:52:16.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era molto internazionale</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che era così internazionale che quando salutava qualcuno sbagliava sempre la lingua. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2544368704169903132?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2544368704169903132/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2544368704169903132' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2544368704169903132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2544368704169903132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-era-molto-internazionale.html' title='uno che era molto internazionale'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6486644951340514345</id><published>2008-04-08T00:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:14:35.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che ne conosceva un altro</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che conosceva uno che mi conosceva, ma io non lo conoscevo.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6486644951340514345?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6486644951340514345/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6486644951340514345' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6486644951340514345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6486644951340514345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-ne-conosceva-un-altro.html' title='uno che ne conosceva un altro'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8967308489180392291</id><published>2008-04-05T14:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:59:05.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva provato a fumare una canna</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva provato a fumare una canna. Fra mulinello e filo, diceva, bruciava malissimo.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8967308489180392291?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8967308489180392291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8967308489180392291' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8967308489180392291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8967308489180392291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-aveva-provato-fumare-una-canna.html' title='uno che aveva provato a fumare una canna'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3374598890157909452</id><published>2008-04-04T17:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:00:18.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che leggeva riviste noiose</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva cominciato leggendo Avvenimenti, poi si era abbonato a Micromega e a Leggere. Comprava Diario, Internazionale, Giudizio Universale, the Economist. A volte leggeva Limes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando gli chiedeva Julia, l'edicolante tirava un sospiro di sollievo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3374598890157909452?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3374598890157909452/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3374598890157909452' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3374598890157909452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3374598890157909452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-leggeva-riviste-noiose.html' title='uno che leggeva riviste noiose'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8170617282605551374</id><published>2008-04-03T23:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:56:04.304+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che passava di là</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che il giorno che selezionavano la nuova classe dirigente passava di là, però non si era fermato.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8170617282605551374?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8170617282605551374/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8170617282605551374' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8170617282605551374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8170617282605551374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-passava-di-l.html' title='uno che passava di là'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6659512295587559911</id><published>2008-04-02T12:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:07:22.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si doveva laureare</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che si doveva laureare con una tesi su Berlusconi, ma siccome c&amp;#39;era la par condicio gli toccava aspettare la sessione successiva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6659512295587559911?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6659512295587559911/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6659512295587559911' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6659512295587559911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6659512295587559911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-si-doveva-laureare.html' title='uno che si doveva laureare'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-273335208664739255</id><published>2008-04-02T10:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:57:25.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva due cellulari</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva due cellulari. Era contento solo quando erano spenti entrambi. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-273335208664739255?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/273335208664739255/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=273335208664739255' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/273335208664739255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/273335208664739255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-aveva-due-cellulari.html' title='uno che aveva due cellulari'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3864282086924254068</id><published>2008-04-01T16:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:28:32.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non dormiva senza la sua tisana</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che se non beveva una tisana non riusciva a dormire. Poi la notte gli toccava svegliarsi, che la tisana era diuretica.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3864282086924254068?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3864282086924254068/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3864282086924254068' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3864282086924254068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3864282086924254068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-non-dormiva-senza-la-sua-tisana.html' title='uno che non dormiva senza la sua tisana'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6157727243612144984</id><published>2008-04-01T11:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:15:06.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non si lavava mai</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che si lavava così poco che puzzava di pesce. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6157727243612144984?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6157727243612144984/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6157727243612144984' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6157727243612144984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6157727243612144984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-che-non-si-lavava-mai.html' title='uno che non si lavava mai'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4299174504179128980</id><published>2008-03-29T09:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:20:59.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che abitava in una soffitta</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che abitava in una soffitta ristrutturata col piano di recupero dei sottotetti. Avevano pulito le ragnatele, posato il pavimento, tirato su dei tramezzi. Pure il soffitto avevano rifatto, che prima c&amp;#39;erano i coppi a vista, adesso solo le travi. Quando un piccione si posava sul tetto, sembrava che venisse giù l&amp;#39;appartamento.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4299174504179128980?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4299174504179128980/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4299174504179128980' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4299174504179128980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4299174504179128980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-abitava-in-una-soffitta.html' title='uno che abitava in una soffitta'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3942938399239389077</id><published>2008-03-28T16:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:41:10.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che portava le calze rosse</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che portava le calze rosse. Come un vecchio radical chic, gli dicevano. E lui diceva che era vecchio, ma non era chic. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3942938399239389077?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3942938399239389077/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3942938399239389077' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3942938399239389077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3942938399239389077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-portava-le-calze-rosse.html' title='uno che portava le calze rosse'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2246676916376736468</id><published>2008-03-27T19:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:30:17.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che pensava di conoscere se stesso</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che pensava di conoscere se stesso, però non si era mai neanche incontrato. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2246676916376736468?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2246676916376736468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2246676916376736468' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2246676916376736468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2246676916376736468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-pensava-di-conoscere-se-stesso.html' title='uno che pensava di conoscere se stesso'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4447910902747105601</id><published>2008-03-27T14:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:25:58.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che pensavano parlasse di sé</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che quando apriva bocca tutti pensavano subito che non facesse altro che parlare di sé e manco lo ascoltavano. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4447910902747105601?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4447910902747105601/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4447910902747105601' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4447910902747105601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4447910902747105601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-pensavano-parlasse-di-s.html' title='uno che pensavano parlasse di sé'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-9217222036587539448</id><published>2008-03-26T12:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:34:45.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che vestiva come un barbone</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che vestiva come un barbone, mangiava come un barbone, parlava come un barbone, ma non era un barbone. Gli dicevano tutti &amp;quot;raditi&amp;quot;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-9217222036587539448?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/9217222036587539448/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=9217222036587539448' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/9217222036587539448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/9217222036587539448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-vestiva-come-un-barbone.html' title='uno che vestiva come un barbone'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2282539912869048121</id><published>2008-03-25T00:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:09:49.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva provato a sparire</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva provato più volte a sparire, ma lo trovavano sempre. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2282539912869048121?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2282539912869048121/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2282539912869048121' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2282539912869048121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2282539912869048121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-aveva-provato-sparire.html' title='uno che aveva provato a sparire'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-570095161814117507</id><published>2008-03-22T17:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:42:55.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che odiava la fotografia digitale</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che diceva sempre scattate, scattate, ma poi di tutte queste foto coi cellulari e le macchine compatte e le reflex che ve farete? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-570095161814117507?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/570095161814117507/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=570095161814117507' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/570095161814117507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/570095161814117507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-odiava-la-fotografia-digitale.html' title='uno che odiava la fotografia digitale'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3197585903518146929</id><published>2008-03-21T10:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:36:49.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che odiava le uova sode</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che odiava le uova sode, ma anche quelle in camicia, alla coque, al tegamino. Al massimo, lui, la frittata. Così per Pasqua dipingeva le omelettes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3197585903518146929?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3197585903518146929/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3197585903518146929' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3197585903518146929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3197585903518146929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-odiava-le-uova-sode.html' title='uno che odiava le uova sode'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1487592779471964489</id><published>2008-03-20T09:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:57:34.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si voleva comprare tutta l'italia</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che si voleva comprare tutta l&amp;#39;Italia. Poi siccome gli costava troppo ripiegò su Alitalia. Voleva regalarla ai suoi bambini, così ci giocavano. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1487592779471964489?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1487592779471964489/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1487592779471964489' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1487592779471964489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1487592779471964489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-si-voleva-comprare-tutta.html' title='uno che si voleva comprare tutta l&apos;italia'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4879084737492622880</id><published>2008-03-19T11:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:31:09.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si lamentava</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che si lamentava che lamentarsi non serve a nulla. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4879084737492622880?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4879084737492622880/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4879084737492622880' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4879084737492622880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4879084737492622880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-si-lamentava.html' title='uno che si lamentava'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5920574683693536895</id><published>2008-03-19T00:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:13:35.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che salutava tutti</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che nel suo palazzo salutava tutti, perché era molto educato. Però nessuno dei suoi vicini lo salutava. Non lo conosceva nessuno.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5920574683693536895?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5920574683693536895/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5920574683693536895' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5920574683693536895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5920574683693536895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-salutava-tutti.html' title='uno che salutava tutti'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8934391383394889071</id><published>2008-03-17T17:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:20:48.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non finiva mai nulla</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che quando cominciava una cosa, non la finiva mai. Anche il cono del gelato, lo buttava via con mezza pallina ancora da leccare. M&amp;#39;ha stufato, diceva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8934391383394889071?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8934391383394889071/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8934391383394889071' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8934391383394889071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8934391383394889071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-non-finiva-mai-nulla.html' title='uno che non finiva mai nulla'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7000427081257619875</id><published>2008-03-09T19:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:16:06.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non sapeva cosa fare</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non sapeva cosa fare. Così, non faceva nulla.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7000427081257619875?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7000427081257619875/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7000427081257619875' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7000427081257619875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7000427081257619875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-non-sapeva-cosa-fare.html' title='uno che non sapeva cosa fare'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-725933175958199619</id><published>2008-03-08T14:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:36:14.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva il libretto delle citazioni</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che amava citare. Aveva un librino in cui annotava le frasi che più gli piacevano nei libri che leggeva. Poi, di qualsiasi cosa si parlasse, saltava fuori a citare. Di solito era Glenn Gould.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-725933175958199619?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/725933175958199619/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=725933175958199619' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/725933175958199619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/725933175958199619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-aveva-il-libretto-delle.html' title='uno che aveva il libretto delle citazioni'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7694407272625620074</id><published>2008-03-07T16:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:29:17.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si firmava con nome e cognome</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo &lt;a href="http://sonnyandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;uno che si firmava&lt;/a&gt; con nome e cognome, ma poi gli toccava chiudere il suo blog. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7694407272625620074?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7694407272625620074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7694407272625620074' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7694407272625620074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7694407272625620074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-si-firmava-con-nome-e-cognome.html' title='uno che si firmava con nome e cognome'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4501869669534388941</id><published>2008-03-07T12:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:09:35.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non si poteva conoscere</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non esisteva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4501869669534388941?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4501869669534388941/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4501869669534388941' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4501869669534388941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4501869669534388941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-non-si-poteva-conoscere.html' title='uno che non si poteva conoscere'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-9080367905718294467</id><published>2008-03-07T09:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:42:11.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non si voleva abbonare alla radio</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non si voleva abbonare a &lt;a href="http://www.radiopopolare.it"&gt;radio popolare&lt;/a&gt;. Peccato. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-9080367905718294467?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/9080367905718294467/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=9080367905718294467' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/9080367905718294467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/9080367905718294467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-non-si-voleva-abbonare-alla.html' title='uno che non si voleva abbonare alla radio'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7002947319951749735</id><published>2008-03-06T18:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:50:15.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che leggeva libri</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che l&amp;#39;unica distrazione che aveva era leggere dei libri. Ne leggeva così tanti che in poche settimane li dimenticava. Poi si chiedeva ma che li leggo a fare? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7002947319951749735?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7002947319951749735/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7002947319951749735' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7002947319951749735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7002947319951749735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-leggeva-libri.html' title='uno che leggeva libri'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-977033156004215782</id><published>2008-03-05T15:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:18:37.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che lo invitavano a cena</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che la gente lo invitava a casa per&amp;nbsp;cena, poi lo faceva cucinare. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-977033156004215782?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/977033156004215782/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=977033156004215782' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/977033156004215782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/977033156004215782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-lo-invitavano-cena.html' title='uno che lo invitavano a cena'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3800007042745223755</id><published>2008-03-04T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:25:20.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che contribuiva a wikipedia</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che contribuiva a wikipedia. Si era iscritto solo per correggere gli errori di ortografia, che gli davano un fastidio bestia. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3800007042745223755?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3800007042745223755/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3800007042745223755' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3800007042745223755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3800007042745223755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-contribuiva-wikipedia.html' title='uno che contribuiva a wikipedia'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-244484530556273607</id><published>2008-03-03T09:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:40:11.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non conosceva nessuno</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che diceva di non conoscere nessuno. Era un tipo strano. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-244484530556273607?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/244484530556273607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=244484530556273607' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/244484530556273607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/244484530556273607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-non-conosceva-nessuno.html' title='uno che non conosceva nessuno'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5448908455549887860</id><published>2008-03-02T15:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:28:25.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva delle idee sul suo funerale</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che era convinto che al suo funerale non sarebbe andato nessuno. Saranno così pochi, diceva, che quasi quasi non ci vado neanch&amp;#39;io.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5448908455549887860?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5448908455549887860/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5448908455549887860' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5448908455549887860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5448908455549887860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-aveva-delle-idee-sul-suo.html' title='uno che aveva delle idee sul suo funerale'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3350978389122234626</id><published>2008-03-01T12:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:33:48.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>una che amava i film porno</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo una che amava i film porno. Aveva appena visto &lt;i&gt;Caos caldo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3350978389122234626?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3350978389122234626/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3350978389122234626' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3350978389122234626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3350978389122234626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/una-che-amava-i-film-porno.html' title='una che amava i film porno'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1589406439126212018</id><published>2008-03-01T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:24:32.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che andava spesso al cinema</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che andava spesso al cinema, o almeno così diceva. Aveva appena visto &lt;i&gt;Caos calvo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1589406439126212018?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1589406439126212018/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1589406439126212018' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1589406439126212018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1589406439126212018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/03/uno-che-andava-spesso-al-cinema.html' title='uno che andava spesso al cinema'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-504543739081235948</id><published>2008-02-22T18:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:57:49.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che ne aveva piene le palle</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che ne aveva piene le palle. Però non smetteva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-504543739081235948?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/504543739081235948/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=504543739081235948' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/504543739081235948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/504543739081235948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-ne-aveva-piene-le-palle.html' title='uno che ne aveva piene le palle'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1917756619245087044</id><published>2008-02-20T01:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:08:30.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che quando si arrabbiava diventava tutto rosso</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che quando si arrabbiava diventava &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/news/2008-02-17-incredible-hulk_N.htm?csp=34"&gt;tutto rosso&lt;/a&gt; in faccia. Una volta diventava verde, ma era solo un trucco.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1917756619245087044?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1917756619245087044/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1917756619245087044' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1917756619245087044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1917756619245087044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-quando-si-arrabbiava-diventava.html' title='uno che quando si arrabbiava diventava tutto rosso'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1120178442439362289</id><published>2008-02-17T11:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:18:32.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno bipolare</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva la sindrome bipolare. Non sapeva se votare per Veltroni o per l&amp;#39;altro. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1120178442439362289?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1120178442439362289/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1120178442439362289' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1120178442439362289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1120178442439362289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-bipolare.html' title='uno bipolare'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3984871336387862372</id><published>2008-02-13T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:14:30.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non capiva le canzoni</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che cercava un senso alle canzoni, ma non ce lo trovava mai. Per questo, preferiva ascoltare altre cose.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3984871336387862372?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3984871336387862372/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3984871336387862372' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3984871336387862372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3984871336387862372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-non-capiva-le-canzoni.html' title='uno che non capiva le canzoni'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4881818131148915010</id><published>2008-02-13T11:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:07:12.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che leggeva i libri di scarry</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che leggeva i libri di Richard Scarry, anche se ormai era quasi in andropausa. Così vedo un posto dove la gente sorride, diceva. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4881818131148915010?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4881818131148915010/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4881818131148915010' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4881818131148915010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4881818131148915010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-leggeva-i-libri-di-scarry.html' title='uno che leggeva i libri di scarry'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7476449203758601240</id><published>2008-02-12T17:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:17:16.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non aveva idee</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non aveva idee. Diceva che una volta ne aveva, ma adesso più. Volevano assumerlo per la campagna elettorale di un partito. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7476449203758601240?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7476449203758601240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7476449203758601240' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7476449203758601240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7476449203758601240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-non-aveva-idee.html' title='uno che non aveva idee'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-178330084524745635</id><published>2008-02-10T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:55:08.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era molto saggio</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che era molto saggio, e tutti andavano a chiedergli consiglio. Poi, facevano l&amp;#39;esatto contrario del suggerito.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-178330084524745635?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/178330084524745635/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=178330084524745635' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/178330084524745635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/178330084524745635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-era-molto-saggio.html' title='uno che era molto saggio'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-3383832037888846022</id><published>2008-02-09T12:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:31:08.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non si era ripreso da un trauma</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che aveva subito un forte trauma e non si era più ripreso. Era nato.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3383832037888846022?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3383832037888846022/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3383832037888846022' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3383832037888846022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3383832037888846022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-non-si-era-ripreso-da-un-trauma.html' title='uno che non si era ripreso da un trauma'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-5691012639053869848</id><published>2008-02-08T17:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:42:49.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non stava più nella pelle</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che non stava più nella pelle. Così, si mise a dieta. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5691012639053869848?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5691012639053869848/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5691012639053869848' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5691012639053869848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5691012639053869848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-non-stava-pi-nella-pelle.html' title='uno che non stava più nella pelle'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5981694354395772202</id><published>2008-02-08T08:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:47:49.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si ubriacava</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che di giorno si ubriacava di lavoro, di sera si ubriacava e basta.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5981694354395772202?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5981694354395772202/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5981694354395772202' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5981694354395772202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5981694354395772202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-si-ubriacava.html' title='uno che si ubriacava'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3555300348279058961</id><published>2008-02-08T00:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:00:03.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che gli pioveva in macchina</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che, quando pioveva, sul pavimento della macchina gli si facevano delle pozzanghere. Poi, ad asciugarsi, i tappetini ci mettevano una vita. E puzzavano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3555300348279058961?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3555300348279058961/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3555300348279058961' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3555300348279058961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3555300348279058961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-gli-pioveva-in-macchina.html' title='uno che gli pioveva in macchina'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3888670550485055174</id><published>2008-02-07T15:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:22:44.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che aveva l'armadio vuoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Conoscevo uno che nell'armadio aveva due paia di jeans, dieci magliette, due maglioni pesanti e uno leggero. Lavava spesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3888670550485055174?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3888670550485055174/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3888670550485055174' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3888670550485055174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3888670550485055174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-aveva-larmadio-vuoto.html' title='uno che aveva l&apos;armadio vuoto'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8343496481223363150</id><published>2008-02-06T12:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:32:38.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si voleva differenziare</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che si voleva differenziare. Però non trovava il cassonetto giusto, e della sua misura. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8343496481223363150?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8343496481223363150/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8343496481223363150' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8343496481223363150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8343496481223363150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-si-voleva-differenziare.html' title='uno che si voleva differenziare'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3009536429167575305</id><published>2008-02-05T09:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:40:53.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che era in minoranza</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che era in minoranza. Da sempre. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3009536429167575305?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3009536429167575305/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3009536429167575305' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3009536429167575305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3009536429167575305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-era-in-minoranza.html' title='uno che era in minoranza'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5878081514843110760</id><published>2008-02-05T00:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:18:09.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non sapeva dove sbattere la testa</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che non sapeva dove sbattere la testa. Portava sempre un casco, così, per precauzione.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5878081514843110760?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5878081514843110760/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5878081514843110760' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5878081514843110760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5878081514843110760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-non-sapeva-dove-sbattere-la.html' title='uno che non sapeva dove sbattere la testa'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2668037524196782840</id><published>2008-02-04T10:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:35:44.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che teneva un cactus sulla scrivania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che in ufficio teneva un cactus sulla scrivania. È simpatico, diceva.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2668037524196782840?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2668037524196782840/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2668037524196782840' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2668037524196782840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2668037524196782840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-teneva-un-cactus-sulla.html' title='uno che teneva un cactus sulla scrivania'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-4418899857246978767</id><published>2008-02-03T15:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:53:47.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che di domenica non scriveva sul blog</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Conoscevo un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o che aveva un blog, ma che di domenica non pubblicava mai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-4418899857246978767?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/4418899857246978767/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=4418899857246978767' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4418899857246978767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/4418899857246978767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-di-domenica-non-scriveva-sul.html' title='uno che di domenica non scriveva sul blog'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-5340413787056938113</id><published>2008-02-02T00:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:16:58.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>una che aveva la sua teoria sulle donne</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Conoscevo un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a che diceva che le donne fanno&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;territorial pissing&lt;/i&gt; con i capelli sparsi per il bagno.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5340413787056938113?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5340413787056938113/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5340413787056938113' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5340413787056938113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5340413787056938113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/una-che-aveva-la-sua-teoria-sulle-donne.html' title='una che aveva la sua teoria sulle donne'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7170424936932640950</id><published>2008-02-01T09:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:45:02.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che leggeva le recensioni dei dischi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che leggeva tutte le recensioni dei dischi, così poteva scoprire che musica gli piaceva.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7170424936932640950?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7170424936932640950/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7170424936932640950' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7170424936932640950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7170424936932640950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-che-leggeva-le-recensioni-dei.html' title='uno che leggeva le recensioni dei dischi'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2832626667028960592</id><published>2008-01-31T09:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:18:36.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che stava col culo per terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che stava con il culo per terra. Ma no, sto comodo, diceva a quelli che volevano aiutarlo a rialzarsi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2832626667028960592?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2832626667028960592/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2832626667028960592' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2832626667028960592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2832626667028960592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-stava-col-culo-per-terra.html' title='uno che stava col culo per terra'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-7187001043626961413</id><published>2008-01-30T11:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:19:42.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che trattava il gatto come un figlio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che trattava il suo gatto come se fosse un figlio. Il loro rapporto si incrinò quando litigarono&amp;nbsp;per il&amp;nbsp;motorino.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7187001043626961413?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7187001043626961413/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7187001043626961413' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7187001043626961413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7187001043626961413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-trattava-il-gatto-come-un.html' title='uno che trattava il gatto come un figlio'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3736573033676240288</id><published>2008-01-29T09:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:46:47.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che cercava segni di vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che cercava segni di vita. In Internet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3736573033676240288?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3736573033676240288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3736573033676240288' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3736573033676240288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3736573033676240288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-cercava-segni-di-vita.html' title='uno che cercava segni di vita'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6125804779754439806</id><published>2008-01-28T11:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:13:04.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non pensava in prospettiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che non sapeva pensare in prospettiva. I suoi pensieri, diceva, avevano più dell'incisione rupestre. Tipo i Camuni.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6125804779754439806?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6125804779754439806/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6125804779754439806' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6125804779754439806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6125804779754439806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-non-pensava-in-prospettiva.html' title='uno che non pensava in prospettiva'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701766605439021504.post-147934416487134641</id><published>2008-01-27T15:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:09:16.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che lavorava di domenica</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che lavorava tutte le domeniche, e non faceva il prete.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-147934416487134641?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/147934416487134641/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=147934416487134641' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/147934416487134641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/147934416487134641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-lavorava-di-domenica.html' title='uno che lavorava di domenica'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7244364917457139673</id><published>2008-01-26T12:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:14:18.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che fischiava tom waits</title><content type='html'>Conoscevo uno che in coda in aeroporto fischiava sempre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foreign affair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7244364917457139673?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7244364917457139673/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7244364917457139673' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7244364917457139673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7244364917457139673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-fischiava-tom-waits.html' title='uno che fischiava tom waits'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1531948547228945824</id><published>2008-01-25T03:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:26:05.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che collezionava fidanzate</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che collezionava fidanzate, solo che loro non lo sapevano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1531948547228945824?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1531948547228945824/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1531948547228945824' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1531948547228945824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1531948547228945824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-collezionava-fidanzate.html' title='uno che collezionava fidanzate'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5565616764508423185</id><published>2008-01-24T04:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:03:39.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che chiedeva permesso</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che, quando apriva una porta, chiedeva sempre permesso. A volte si creavano dei qui pro quo, tipo quando al ristorante andava al bagno.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5565616764508423185?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5565616764508423185/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5565616764508423185' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5565616764508423185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5565616764508423185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-chiedeva-permesso.html' title='uno che chiedeva permesso'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8213165968401602822</id><published>2008-01-23T04:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:40:17.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che scriveva fra le righe</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che scriveva fra le righe. Veniva un tale pasticcio che nessuno ci capiva nulla.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8213165968401602822?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8213165968401602822/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8213165968401602822' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8213165968401602822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8213165968401602822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-scriveva-fra-le-righe.html' title='uno che scriveva fra le righe'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2602532066398346654</id><published>2008-01-22T02:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:47:24.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che voleva morire giovane</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che voleva morire giovane. Così, diceva, avrò qualcosa in comune con Jim Morrison.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2602532066398346654?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2602532066398346654/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2602532066398346654' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2602532066398346654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2602532066398346654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-voleva-morire-giovane.html' title='uno che voleva morire giovane'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3502252876960811780</id><published>2008-01-21T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:22:03.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che voleva diventare vecchio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che voleva vivere a lungo. Così, diceva, potrò diventare un vecchio scorbutico e lamentarmi di tutto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3502252876960811780?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3502252876960811780/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3502252876960811780' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3502252876960811780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3502252876960811780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-voleva-diventare-vecchio.html' title='uno che voleva diventare vecchio'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-8754468254978015111</id><published>2008-01-20T04:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T04:45:36.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che voleva mollare tutto</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che era stufo. Diceva un giorno mi vendo tutto e vado via. Poi, quando vendette tutto, gli diedero quattro soldi e gli toccò restare lì.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-8754468254978015111?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/8754468254978015111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=8754468254978015111' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8754468254978015111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/8754468254978015111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-voleva-mollare-tutto.html' title='uno che voleva mollare tutto'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-1672151192485615900</id><published>2008-01-19T21:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:54:24.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che cucinava il risotto per gli amici</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che invitava spesso gli amici per cena, ma non era capace di cucinare. Per loro preparava dei gran risotti: c'è chi si chiede ancora se usasse le buste precotte. I risotti facevano schifo lo stesso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-1672151192485615900?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/1672151192485615900/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=1672151192485615900' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1672151192485615900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/1672151192485615900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-cucinava-il-risotto-per-gli.html' title='uno che cucinava il risotto per gli amici'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-3011043180083228534</id><published>2008-01-07T11:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:37:04.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che non aveva il contatore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che aveva un sito ma non ci aveva messo un contatore, che vedere se oggi passavano di lì più persone di ieri gli metteva un po' di angoscia. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-3011043180083228534?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/3011043180083228534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=3011043180083228534' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3011043180083228534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/3011043180083228534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-non-aveva-il-contatore.html' title='uno che non aveva il contatore'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-7977596784438229765</id><published>2008-01-03T11:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:02:04.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che pensavano fosse muto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Conoscevo uno che aveva da dire solamente cose poco allegre, così stava zitto e tutti pensavano che fosse diventato muto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-7977596784438229765?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/7977596784438229765/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=7977596784438229765' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7977596784438229765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/7977596784438229765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-che-pensavano-fosse-muto.html' title='uno che pensavano fosse muto'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-2030186689667407586</id><published>2007-12-31T09:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:50:22.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che se non l'aveva fatto</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;Conoscevo uno che se non si era ammazzato nell&amp;#39;anno vecchio, forse non lo faceva neanche nell&amp;#39;anno nuovo, però diceva che aveva ancora un po&amp;#39; di tempo per pensarci.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-2030186689667407586?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/2030186689667407586/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=2030186689667407586' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2030186689667407586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/2030186689667407586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2007/12/uno-che-se-non-laveva-fatto.html' title='uno che se non l&apos;aveva fatto'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-9000917673983392729</id><published>2007-12-30T09:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:32:03.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che faceva propositi per il nuovo anno</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che a fine dicembre cominciava a pensare ai piani per l'anno nuovo. Il primo gennaio, poi, cominciava a metterli in atto. Durava anche fino al tredici.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-9000917673983392729?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/9000917673983392729/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=9000917673983392729' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/9000917673983392729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/9000917673983392729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2007/12/uno-che-faceva-propositi-per-il-nuovo.html' title='uno che faceva propositi per il nuovo anno'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-5358833232039885043</id><published>2007-12-29T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:34:19.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che comprava libri a poco prezzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Conoscevo uno che comprava i libri usati e nei negozi di remainder. Spendeva un euro a volume,  ma poi non gli piacevano. Però aveva una invidiabile conoscenza della letteratura lituana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-5358833232039885043?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/5358833232039885043/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=5358833232039885043' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5358833232039885043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/5358833232039885043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2007/12/uno-che-comprava-libri-poco-prezzo.html' title='uno che comprava libri a poco prezzo'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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-4701766605439021504.post-6042513468170778744</id><published>2007-12-27T18:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:03:58.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uno che si mandava gli auguri di Natale</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conoscevo uno che non aveva amici, così si mandava gli auguri di Natale da solo. Poi, era così distratto che li spediva sempre all'ultimo momento, e gli arrivavano in ritardo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701766605439021504-6042513468170778744?l=conoscevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/feeds/6042513468170778744/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701766605439021504&amp;postID=6042513468170778744' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6042513468170778744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701766605439021504/posts/default/6042513468170778744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conoscevo.blogspot.com/2007/12/uno-che-si-mandava-gli-auguri-di-natale.html' title='uno che si mandava gli auguri di Natale'/><author><name>il_morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098510775041203712</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>
