<?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-321452725381707204</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:13:50.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis 17</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/321452725381707204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcello De Ferrari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917897404776595822</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321452725381707204.post-5386236483394420685</id><published>2009-03-23T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:41:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis 17 - MARCELLO DE FERRARI - '70 ^ '80</title><content type='html'>Un blog dedicado a todos mis amigos de mis 17 y alrededores años; de colegio, de barrio, de liceo, de Universidad, de reflecciones, trabajos y diversiones. &lt;br /&gt;En resumen a quienes de un modo u otro compartiò conmigo algunos  momentos en los lindos años '70 - '80  y a todo aquel que se identifique con este tiempo y con esta musica que nos acompañò en ese periodo y que se quedò indeleblemente grabada en nuestras vidas, tanto asi que cuando la escucho siento hasta el perfume de esos dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL HOMBRE DEL PIANO    &lt;br /&gt;Para comenzar una canciòn que me identificò&lt;br /&gt;por mucho tiempo y fuè mi caballo de batalla en mis espectaculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí la letra y el link para bajarla .        .         .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4shared.com/file/97485544/72e79dc3/Piano_Man_-_Billy_Joel.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 16px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7iWER4Y9hE/SeXOy6GZb6I/AAAAAAAAACU/Bt-n5DreJuI/s320/down017.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324889508420349858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9faa4e1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nine oclock on a saturday&lt;br /&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;br /&gt;Theres an old man sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;Makin love to his tonic and gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, son, can you play me a memory? &lt;br /&gt;Im not really sure how it goes&lt;br /&gt;But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete&lt;br /&gt;When I wore a younger mans clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, youre the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, were all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And youve got us feelin alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now john at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;br /&gt;And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;br /&gt;But theres someplace that hed rather be&lt;br /&gt;He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;As the smile ran away from his face&lt;br /&gt;Well Im sure that I could be a movie star&lt;br /&gt;If I could get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now paul is a real estate novelist&lt;br /&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;br /&gt;And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy&lt;br /&gt;And probably will be for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress is practicing politics&lt;br /&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;br /&gt;Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But its better than drinkin alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday&lt;br /&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see&lt;br /&gt;To forget about life for a while&lt;br /&gt;And the piano, it sounds like a carnival&lt;br /&gt;And the microphone smells like a beer&lt;br /&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar&lt;br /&gt;And say, man, what are you doin here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HImbfGxhRh8&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HImbfGxhRh8&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.marcellodeferrari.com/hasta10.htm"&gt;SIGUE EL TOUR CLICANDO AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.marcellodeferrari.com/hasta10.htm"&gt;DISCOTECA 70' 80'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado por a las 22:12    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Lector Dio su Opinión:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/321452725381707204-5386236483394420685?l=marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/feeds/5386236483394420685/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/2009/03/17.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/321452725381707204/posts/default/5386236483394420685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/321452725381707204/posts/default/5386236483394420685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/2009/03/17.html' title='Mis 17 - MARCELLO DE FERRARI - &apos;70 ^ &apos;80'/><author><name>Marcello De Ferrari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917897404776595822</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7iWER4Y9hE/SeXOy6GZb6I/AAAAAAAAACU/Bt-n5DreJuI/s72-c/down017.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321452725381707204.post-90073103439574127</id><published>2009-03-23T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:53:17.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos a mis 17...</title><content type='html'>Volver a los 17, despues de vivir un siglo,&lt;br /&gt;es como decifrar signos sin ser sabio competente...&lt;br /&gt;....mis años en 17, los convertì en este blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;br /&gt;EL HOMBRE DEL PIANO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para comenzar una canciòn que me identificò&lt;br /&gt;por mucho tiempo y fuè mi caballo de batalla en mis espectaculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aquí la letra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nine oclock on a saturday&lt;br /&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;br /&gt;Theres an old man sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;Makin love to his tonic and gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, son, can you play me a memory? &lt;br /&gt;Im not really sure how it goes&lt;br /&gt;But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete&lt;br /&gt;When I wore a younger mans clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, youre the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, were all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And youve got us feelin alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now john at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;br /&gt;And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;br /&gt;But theres someplace that hed rather be&lt;br /&gt;He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;As the smile ran away from his face&lt;br /&gt;Well Im sure that I could be a movie star&lt;br /&gt;If I could get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now paul is a real estate novelist&lt;br /&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;br /&gt;And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy&lt;br /&gt;And probably will be for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress is practicing politics&lt;br /&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;br /&gt;Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But its better than drinkin alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday&lt;br /&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see&lt;br /&gt;To forget about life for a while&lt;br /&gt;And the piano, it sounds like a carnival&lt;br /&gt;And the microphone smells like a beer&lt;br /&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar&lt;br /&gt;And say, man, what are you doin here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado por a las 22:12    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Lector Dio su Opinión: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c5669ba" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/321452725381707204-90073103439574127?l=marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/feeds/90073103439574127/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/2009/03/bienvenidos-mis-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/321452725381707204/posts/default/90073103439574127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/321452725381707204/posts/default/90073103439574127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellodeferrari.blogspot.com/2009/03/bienvenidos-mis-17.html' title='Bienvenidos a mis 17...'/><author><name>Marcello De Ferrari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917897404776595822</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>
