<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fblkdragoncave.spaces.live.com%2fcategory%2fCitazioni%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>-=[Black Dragon's Cave]=-: Citazioni</title><description /><link>http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catCitazioni</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:50:12 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:50:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/blog/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blogcategory</live:type><live:identity><live:id>-1701492839414426745</live:id><live:alias>blkdragoncave</live:alias></live:identity><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>Citazioni</title><link>http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!E863154706D51387!787.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;Quando l'acqua sommergerà la terra,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;il sole sparirà,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;le tenebre ed il gelo arriveranno.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;Quando l'ultimo Drago e l'ultimo Elfo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;spezzeranno il cerchio,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;il passato e il futuro si incontreranno,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;il sole di una nuova estate splenderà nel cielo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;              &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;da &amp;quot;L'ultimo Elfo&amp;quot;,  Silvana De Mari    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  A un tratto, sulla superficie comparve una crepa. Poi un'altra, e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  un'altra ancora.Affascinato, Eragon si chinò per osservarla,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  il coltello sempre stretto in pugno. In cima, dove s'incontrava&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  la ragnatela di fessure, un piccolo frammento sussultò, come&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  se fosse in equilibrio, si sollevò e infine cadde sul pavimento.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Dopo un'altra serie di squittii, dal foro sbucò una piccola testa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  nera, seguita da un bizzarro corpo contorto. Eragon strinse il&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  coltello ancora più forte. In pochi istanti la creatura sgusciò&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  del tutto fuori dalla pietra. Restò immobile per un attimo,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  poi guizzò verso la luce della luna.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Eragon si ritrasse, sbigottito. Davanti a lui, intento a leccar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  via la membrana che lo ricopriva, c'era un drago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Eragon gli posò una mano sulla spalla, sforzandosi di emanare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  pace e serenità. Le squame si gonfiarono sotto le sue dita.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Una sola parola risuonò nella sua mente, limpida e profonda.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Eragon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Era solenne e triste, come se fosse stato appena sugellato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  un patto. Guardò il drago e si sentì formicolare il braccio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Eragon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Si sentì lo stomaco stretto in una morsa mentre gli occhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  color zaffiro lo scrutavano, insondabili. Per la prima volta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  non pensò al drago come a un animale. Era qualcos'altro,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  qualcosa di diverso. Si alzò e tornò a casa di corsa, cercando&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;  di sfuggire al drago. &lt;/em&gt;Il mio drago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Eragon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Domandò:&amp;quot;Saphira?&amp;quot;. Lei ricambiò il suo sguardo con occhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;  intelligenti. In fondo alla mente, Eragon avvertì la sua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  approvazione.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Sì. &lt;em&gt;Qualcosa scattò nella sua testa, e la voce di lei riecheggiò&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  come da una grande distanza. Il ragazzo sorrise in risposta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff" size=3&gt;  Saphira cominciò a borbottare.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1701492839414426745&amp;page=RSS%3a+Citazioni&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=blkdragoncave"&gt;</description><comments>http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!E863154706D51387!787.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!E863154706D51387!787.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 16:57:17 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!E863154706D51387!787/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://blkdragoncave.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!E863154706D51387!787.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-18T16:57:17Z</dcterms:modified></item></channel></rss>