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Una volta che abbiamo consegnato i nostri sensi e i nostri sistemi
nervosi alle manipolazioni di coloro che cercano di trarre profitti
prendendo in affitto i nostri occhi, le orecchie e i nervi, in realtà
non abbiamo più diritti.<br /> Cedere occhi, orecchie e nervi a interessi
commerciali è come consegnare il linguaggio comune a un'azienda privata o
dare in monopolio a una società l'atmosfera terrestre »<br />(Marshall McLuhan, Gli strumenti del comunicare)</span></span>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-75475623324813740512017-01-25T12:20:00.002+06:002017-01-25T12:20:55.824+06:00Migrante<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ho lasciato la casa per tutte le case del mondo e in nessuna mi<br />
sono fermata (..)<br /> (...)<br /> Sono migrante, migro nei giorni e verso gli altrove, ogni luogo<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> persino quello già visitato in passato, si mostra<br /> diverso e uguale.</span><br />
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Alcune cose vi mutano impercettibili al nostro sguardo, altre<br /> invece in modo evidente da lasciarti perplessa.<br /> A volte, anzi spesso, sono gli uomini:<br /> costruiscono di qua distruggono di là, mutano paesaggi.<br />
Sono viandante anche di me stessa, anche in me mutano, umori,<br /> paesaggi, pensieri e idee, a volte sono vento a volte sono<br /> quiete.<br /> Foglia danzante o esausta, o appesa ad un albero finché<br /> albero, io o vento, non fanno mollare la presa.<br />
Aggiorno il mio libro di bordo come posso: correggo rotte,<br /> rilevo scogli sfuggiti alle mappe.<br /> Ogni approdo è arrivo temporaneo e promessa di una nuova partenza.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">Davvero</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">Davvero verranno ancora giorni di perdono e di grazia</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">e camminerai nel campo come l'ingenuo viandante</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">La pianta dei tuoi piedi nudi accarezzerà i fili d'erba,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">e le sommità delle spighe ti pungeranno, e la loro puntura sarà dolce,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">oppure la pioggia ti sorprenderà, con la massa battente delle sue gocce</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">sulle spalle, sul petto, sul collo e ti rinfrescherà il capo.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">Davvero camminerai ancora nei campi e la quiete si diffonderà in te,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">respirerai il profumo del solco trovando pace a ogni respiro</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">vedrai il sole nello specchio della pozza dorata</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">le cose e la vita saranno semplici e sarà permesso toccarle</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">e sarà permesso, permesso, permesso amare</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">Camminerai nei campi da sola,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">non ti brucerai nella vampa degli incendi,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">in strade indurite dal terrore e dal sangue.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">E con cuore sincero sarai di nuovo umile e docile</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">come un filo d'erba, come un essere umano,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 29.7906px;">cui è permesso, permesso, permesso amare.</span></span><br />
Lea Goldberg - DavveroJANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-7309283933579453752017-01-23T04:51:00.000+06:002017-01-23T13:58:57.543+06:00Alba<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Magia è = arte di usare a proprio arbitrio il mondo sensibile<br />
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Rumi : Quelli che non sentono questo Amore<br />trascinarli come un fiume,<br />quelli che non bevono l’alba<br />come una tazza di acqua sorgiva<br />o non fanno provvista di tramonto,<br />quelli che non vogliono cambiare<br />lasciateli dormire. JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-82593365041482527662017-01-23T04:06:00.002+06:002017-01-23T04:08:01.214+06:00Luna<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quando si varca l’arco di ingresso al tempio dei sogni, lì, proprio lì, c’è il mare… (Luis Sepúlveda)JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-86685144991501080982014-03-05T21:14:00.002+07:002014-03-05T22:19:41.561+07:00Mi piace la gente che sa ascoltare il vento sulla propria pelle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$2:0"> Tutti quelli che hanno la carne a contatto alla carne del mondo</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$6:0"> perché li c'è verità</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$6:0"> li c'è dolcezza</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$8:0"> li c'è sensibilità</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".3h.1:3:1:$comment605683902788390_6708335:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$10:0"> li c'è la parola chiamata amore"</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<br />JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-74685991323545784812012-03-13T01:02:00.011+07:002012-03-13T01:09:55.649+07:00incoscio tecnologico ..."mo me lo segno"!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBydAjstuLL0-b5LV8Sb6kx7f0hHv-s2haDMXEYsuOlR_7KI_oJaICaJhws0xMbo35ZAUVDueceDtig_ZdHRPw19_uhxRNZCLqB1-etMA7s52_hgMV2AO9VRSoc6erIV3GZfd6o6LXkM8/s1600/incoscio+tecnologico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBydAjstuLL0-b5LV8Sb6kx7f0hHv-s2haDMXEYsuOlR_7KI_oJaICaJhws0xMbo35ZAUVDueceDtig_ZdHRPw19_uhxRNZCLqB1-etMA7s52_hgMV2AO9VRSoc6erIV3GZfd6o6LXkM8/s320/incoscio+tecnologico.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Una volta il titolo di quest'immagine era "Pensa", oggi ho pensato di rinominarla con "Inconscio Tecnologico" (ma potrei anche definirlo "un fagiano un po’ rosicchiato), un termine che non conoscevo finché, non sono capitata nel blog di Michele Smargiassi, e dopo aver letto questi suoi due post :<br />
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Quindi, sembra sia necessario e doveroso, che, tutte le volte in cui mi cimenterò con la fotografia con la mia digitale e/o utilizzerò altri strumenti tecnologici per modificare quelle immagini e trasformarle in altro, tenga ben presente che detta realizzazione, riporti dentro se ..o al limite a margine insieme alla mia firma, (che peraltro non riporto quasi mai all'interno delle immagini) che non è da considerarsi un mio prodotto ma una coproduzione! E questo per non essere vittima di un'altra patologia, (oltre a quelle classiche di Freud e altri illustri psicologi: complesso Edipico, Narcisismo, delirio di onnipotenza..) che si chiama Inconscio Tecnologico!<br />
ok..Mo me lo segno!! come diceva Troisi a chi gli diceva "Ricordati che devi morire!!JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-37391811187719623892010-03-29T00:57:00.012+07:002010-03-29T02:10:36.321+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutnX6WIl-rLdU68OCEauVSJpJ9q7mZxFVpNoke85MejlKjNK1vCjtLSH32yj32lbVfkNK4Q7tcJrMEPC2K7PyA2FoObueDFOGyLrgrfUJE9OlbrOWQq4jmVjrn878erIwugAZVj4EZtI/s1600/DSCF3876.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutnX6WIl-rLdU68OCEauVSJpJ9q7mZxFVpNoke85MejlKjNK1vCjtLSH32yj32lbVfkNK4Q7tcJrMEPC2K7PyA2FoObueDFOGyLrgrfUJE9OlbrOWQq4jmVjrn878erIwugAZVj4EZtI/s400/DSCF3876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453747367736826882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRmhcBK0XFUWweFEpeLW_dJ_7ZhEXMi8peRvFk8mHJr7iTN90KbdDid1vAAkl428K2c4C3fubmTAFU3MTYt1qDS-Etko1E9bZvUjC2PfrBapOPQ8WbFHiXvbL0B1HhfJF9oCCcLfmiSo/s1600/DSCF3950.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOHNFNd2tXZkhILpDqtwo39Jw3tVrbvg6wrrQ6RZ87QR7CbaxXf-g9JlOJ1WpxKZHeFXjlQp184AQcicIutwQwWMJugYjowGJtiZIZ2zgHxiUDXoPDvlFPu-mnBGC7nIHlhmdXUdpM-k/s400/DSCF40125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453756851281294770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutnX6WIl-rLdU68OCEauVSJpJ9q7mZxFVpNoke85MejlKjNK1vCjtLSH32yj32lbVfkNK4Q7tcJrMEPC2K7PyA2FoObueDFOGyLrgrfUJE9OlbrOWQq4jmVjrn878erIwugAZVj4EZtI/s1600/DSCF3876.JPG"><br /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-32529921990578878372010-03-17T01:51:00.001+06:002010-03-17T01:57:45.605+06:00Pettirosso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd308qoLuQQPhxiWCOzOdXvoP4UsHLnQ9F0D1AHPfkCleMl0q4ieA6apn8154WTFUqlrmDlv2BWPiNTokd87dgttwUmVND7Wft3Ehuc93VJdZ9jz5rETBNquW5oiUI570Eq-RrP5sR0CQ/s1600-h/DSCF41576.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd308qoLuQQPhxiWCOzOdXvoP4UsHLnQ9F0D1AHPfkCleMl0q4ieA6apn8154WTFUqlrmDlv2BWPiNTokd87dgttwUmVND7Wft3Ehuc93VJdZ9jz5rETBNquW5oiUI570Eq-RrP5sR0CQ/s400/DSCF41576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449321916584594882" border="0" /></a><br /><cite style="font-family: verdana;">Il genio non è che un canto di pettirosso all'inizio di una primavera tardiva.</cite><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> (k. Gibran)</span>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-89921128741671561512009-11-30T02:36:00.005+06:002009-11-30T02:50:46.129+06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Dalla terra nasce l'acqua, dall'acqua nasce l'anima...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAP7Tf2Y2PjCIlnBz3QZA-qxD6wMW4trKms6ROsI6L29GPotIK5S4GGUKY-D_HrIy8LR2QIsn2D-KD5vfECce0PHKknD5H5ubX__Emkg9ztItMfwW8EPYFFIJuJekxmAgkCxgKePyERtG/s1600/2009112gg+273.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAP7Tf2Y2PjCIlnBz3QZA-qxD6wMW4trKms6ROsI6L29GPotIK5S4GGUKY-D_HrIy8LR2QIsn2D-KD5vfECce0PHKknD5H5ubX__Emkg9ztItMfwW8EPYFFIJuJekxmAgkCxgKePyERtG/s400/2009112gg+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409130751397192722" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > È fiume, è mare, è lago, stagno, ghiaccio e quant'altro...</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > è dolce, salata, salmastra,</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > è luogo presso cui ci si ferma e su cui ci si viaggia</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > è piacere e paura, nemica ed amica</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > è confine ed infinito</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfZeeturct7RqnI95Kauk63kUcz88UsP1iAfthREir8_7epd0ahJPl-Z4E23V8hqM-hPhgkyBMTZB4KA-jmmJBjjeo9qbAmyVpErMUGWenS_4u4meOS4R8JyKiTGtCS-eLxuzrju9tRMv/s1600/20091341gg+267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfZeeturct7RqnI95Kauk63kUcz88UsP1iAfthREir8_7epd0ahJPl-Z4E23V8hqM-hPhgkyBMTZB4KA-jmmJBjjeo9qbAmyVpErMUGWenS_4u4meOS4R8JyKiTGtCS-eLxuzrju9tRMv/s400/20091341gg+267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409135577507362610" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > è cambiamento e immutabilità ricordo ed oblio.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Eraclito</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTJiec2ZSm21oJ1MpruhlKzQGUTl2yEfVEZDbqHDCrYMgQN07PFvD74A7LJZ-XE6s-x6aWHMBrZRIEq_soix8yc-Jk73XLevgXKbmSm2RbDG3Hh18yw04OMmJ2bcJ18mSlyYqLrGw5IOS/s1600/20091901gg+266.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTJiec2ZSm21oJ1MpruhlKzQGUTl2yEfVEZDbqHDCrYMgQN07PFvD74A7LJZ-XE6s-x6aWHMBrZRIEq_soix8yc-Jk73XLevgXKbmSm2RbDG3Hh18yw04OMmJ2bcJ18mSlyYqLrGw5IOS/s400/20091901gg+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409137054165357666" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><i> ...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >E l'acqua passa e gira<br />e colora e poi stinge,<br />cos'è che mi respinge e m'attira;<br />acqua come sudore,<br />acqua fetida e chiara,<br />amara senza gusto né colore.<br />Ma l'acqua gira e passa...<br />E mormora e urla, sussurra, ti parla e ti schianta,<br />evapora in nuvole cupe rigonfie di nero diventa di terra,<br />di vento, di sangue e pensiero.<br />Ma a volte vorresti mangiarla sentirci dentro,<br />un sasso che l'apre, che affonda e sparisce e non sente,<br />vorresti scavarla, afferrarla, lo senti che è il centro</span></i></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qasYqK91AQgwZB7f2TD6iIXHaFeSaRaXK7meuUO5GG9VmmuY7j6uYXYzNOoBXCXLC8dDavD0cbYPOjdlesQ8m33HjlAUeOoEQ36etXHBxWKtcTr6VWTk8KaR4nXv1LPKYQTvDQsyDJXP/s1600/acqua+e+vapore.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qasYqK91AQgwZB7f2TD6iIXHaFeSaRaXK7meuUO5GG9VmmuY7j6uYXYzNOoBXCXLC8dDavD0cbYPOjdlesQ8m33HjlAUeOoEQ36etXHBxWKtcTr6VWTk8KaR4nXv1LPKYQTvDQsyDJXP/s400/acqua+e+vapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409137191049807378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><i><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >di questo ingranaggio continuo, confuso e vivente.</span></i></span><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><i><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Acque del mondo intorno<br />di pozzanghere e pianto<br />di me che canto al limite del giorno,<br />fra il buio e la paura<br />del tempo e del destino<br />freddo assassino della notte scura<br />Ma l'acqua gira e passa...</span></i></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />Francesco Guccini </span></span></div>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-67338019684527858522009-10-04T00:52:00.010+07:002009-10-04T01:37:51.277+07:00Pensiero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN-VLGBxVKYtbD62CO24qsLVZ2jAk_dLH9RMCmGz0jnUeqDXFy1MvH2uqKV0uPWg8o1KwUn3mNKCXtRrpOaZHdscTSr39w0OieUezCcLmdUSMyFDFUa7kA94kWLJ3hYeJCJWvs6qgnns/s1600-h/sogni+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN-VLGBxVKYtbD62CO24qsLVZ2jAk_dLH9RMCmGz0jnUeqDXFy1MvH2uqKV0uPWg8o1KwUn3mNKCXtRrpOaZHdscTSr39w0OieUezCcLmdUSMyFDFUa7kA94kWLJ3hYeJCJWvs6qgnns/s400/sogni+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388420460471794914" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span><pre style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;"><span>Pensiero, io non ho più parole.</span><br /><span>Ma cosa sei tu in sostanza?</span><br /><span>qualcosa che lacrima a volte,</span><br /><span>e a volte dà luce.</span><br /><span>Pensiero, dove hai le radici?</span><br /><span>Nella mia anima folle</span><br /><span>o nel mio grembo distrutto?<br /><br /></span><span>Sei così ardito vorace,</span><br /><span>consumi ogni distanza;</span><br /><span>dimmi che io mi ritorca</span><br /><span>come ha già fatto Orfeo</span><br /><span>guardando la sua Euridice,</span><br /><span>e così possa perderti</span><br /><span>nell'antro della follia. </span><br /><br /><span>(Alda Merini)</span></span></span></pre></div><pre><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia,arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span></pre><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQNHMEaccUkvK2QTvwk4jkkQcoBqqzTVgURjY525y6DKF8vc4oTwrDgAiuCTa1Q9i4LXhxfNxMmVb6zjmL12qb_uJDndvTpryXKGJfARSOVFnWpLoAoyyNZuJjzRH_awjJ1i5JvLj8Ak/s1600-h/sogni+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQNHMEaccUkvK2QTvwk4jkkQcoBqqzTVgURjY525y6DKF8vc4oTwrDgAiuCTa1Q9i4LXhxfNxMmVb6zjmL12qb_uJDndvTpryXKGJfARSOVFnWpLoAoyyNZuJjzRH_awjJ1i5JvLj8Ak/s400/sogni+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388421086407837442" border="0" /></a><pre><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia,arial;" ><br /></span></span></pre><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">Spazio spazio, io voglio, tanto spazio </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">per dolcissima muovermi ferita: </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">voglio spazio per cantare crescere </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">errare e saltare il fosso </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">della divina sapienza. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">Spazio datemi spazio </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">ch’io lanci un urlo inumano, </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">quell’urlo di <a href="http://www.aurorablu.it/poesie/silenzio.htm"></a> silenzio negli anni </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,arial;">che ho toccato con mano. </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">(Alda Merini)</span><br /></div>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-47049399445347125242009-09-27T15:45:00.003+07:002009-09-27T16:42:29.976+07:00Cum-panis<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><br />Cum-panis-> Con- pane.. ->Compagni...<br /><br />Compagno..colui con cui condividiamo lo stesso pane<br /></div><h5 class="itemtitle"><a href="http://perlesparse.splinder.com/post/16999626/Cum-panis" class="seo_itemtitle"><b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"></b></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3DzvDjVER4aQ7vevJjjoPKSoBCwQY0vr0AWChjwX7kVWJOibuC7_zzp_TfigoFY805VR1ds93eAXtZlAxfIxITbnL3aUXueL3h3Vy6NIym96PwYOAK8HnktrQxgROAY66qbjvzmlXL4/s1600-h/pranzo+per+due.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3DzvDjVER4aQ7vevJjjoPKSoBCwQY0vr0AWChjwX7kVWJOibuC7_zzp_TfigoFY805VR1ds93eAXtZlAxfIxITbnL3aUXueL3h3Vy6NIym96PwYOAK8HnktrQxgROAY66qbjvzmlXL4/s400/pranzo+per+due.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386066540004854530" border="0" /></a></h5><div style="text-align: center;">partecipe dello stesso vitto!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirk3ov_L1TcXBaIyC8I9hhXr3s9NBPzSUowOQDfhu0hV0oM1uQmtOOhaf5rIv_N_3bWshXULpxPfcLf2FMQWjFFnBu9e63W2Y-IRRUJuzb34eXfh4VL3YvJQeZzQXKpW6LnbQAxMesQfc/s1600-h/dividiamoci+il+pane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirk3ov_L1TcXBaIyC8I9hhXr3s9NBPzSUowOQDfhu0hV0oM1uQmtOOhaf5rIv_N_3bWshXULpxPfcLf2FMQWjFFnBu9e63W2Y-IRRUJuzb34eXfh4VL3YvJQeZzQXKpW6LnbQAxMesQfc/s400/dividiamoci+il+pane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386066004349566562" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-61976612832612200922009-09-06T01:21:00.004+07:002009-09-06T01:37:42.560+07:00la prospettiva del ragno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mrUpPQwsRrTajtndryUD-JWdwe2UWf4W-RBcgGYMrlmywsn9DBG412Wr5uBZXgvEEd5Q7uV3qkr-J9ZbDgp7TtXWeBc4YUpUqHDlHSqj74GoIgiggn3YTw4VBBtK_7b-mczlV1NQwyc/s1600-h/ragno.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mrUpPQwsRrTajtndryUD-JWdwe2UWf4W-RBcgGYMrlmywsn9DBG412Wr5uBZXgvEEd5Q7uV3qkr-J9ZbDgp7TtXWeBc4YUpUqHDlHSqj74GoIgiggn3YTw4VBBtK_7b-mczlV1NQwyc/s400/ragno.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050404223504498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span> Vedeva il mondo secondo una prospettiva orizzontale, non più verticale come le pareva di ricordare quella dell'uomo, piantato su due trampoli e procedente ad angolo retto con la terra. A questa nuova visione contribuiva certo la posizione del suo corpo prono in avanti, disteso sulle sue basi pressappoco come il soldato negli esercizi dell'«ordine sparso», ma anche la strana disposizione degli occhi, otto come le zampe e messi a semicerchio intorno al capo, tanto che - cosa sconosciuta agli uomini - una buona parte della pianura circostante le appariva simultaneamente accrescendo la sua illusione di spazio e di libertà. Degli occhi, poi, due erano come appannati, un po' miopi di giorno, ma pure in questo Clizia vide una ragione che tendeva a darle una libertà anche maggiore: e infatti, appena scesa la sera, furono essi a entrare in azione, a illuminarle le tenebre, a renderle più facile il lavoro della tela."<br />(Eugenio Montale - Clizia a Foggia)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgMPFqE58ROXjb4jF9Mve6vBD8FAN8fJM8_oBg3nlp9L0RqoR6otXawxPpoPXEh2xfR8oWPCy6WB-Y27jZg0PuOXEEIvWtNmm8HNVKNXNMBF2RY0fe0IBcKOBdUGm5uG8kDX5S9XBdbA/s1600-h/Clizia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgMPFqE58ROXjb4jF9Mve6vBD8FAN8fJM8_oBg3nlp9L0RqoR6otXawxPpoPXEh2xfR8oWPCy6WB-Y27jZg0PuOXEEIvWtNmm8HNVKNXNMBF2RY0fe0IBcKOBdUGm5uG8kDX5S9XBdbA/s400/Clizia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378053112442064690" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-45606419075236564262009-08-29T02:02:00.005+07:002009-08-29T02:52:00.281+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePCm3IWv3ZZkV73MrlANqNUkGwgF2ycKjsTuNjEn9H8psUEgWXOEuhp9OL_olk3obJvS8327ZaSfMJNT6lCP3zBmZDdKMmV2_sYowGCoHHteqrQWZOJ_5OVbgJ3pXKk8FPAYSRtJ5wkg/s1600-h/geco.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePCm3IWv3ZZkV73MrlANqNUkGwgF2ycKjsTuNjEn9H8psUEgWXOEuhp9OL_olk3obJvS8327ZaSfMJNT6lCP3zBmZDdKMmV2_sYowGCoHHteqrQWZOJ_5OVbgJ3pXKk8FPAYSRtJ5wkg/s400/geco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375092637058048002" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-34083967929319105672009-08-17T03:19:00.008+07:002009-08-17T03:45:03.322+07:00Mimetizziamoci o corazziamoci?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRXK142bh2cAzTi2Ysyq0gVMTwJ9odCBVV8eCglE8g97nHMAP3tjpX3kefL_DNLb1LBh_Yyo9tDvBacHHg1PZSvD3tTFKGZOm1hfrdxh32-X5vuKazJkyYyG9A3xPep_R65C9cLNEOUk/s1600-h/Mimetizziamoci.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRXK142bh2cAzTi2Ysyq0gVMTwJ9odCBVV8eCglE8g97nHMAP3tjpX3kefL_DNLb1LBh_Yyo9tDvBacHHg1PZSvD3tTFKGZOm1hfrdxh32-X5vuKazJkyYyG9A3xPep_R65C9cLNEOUk/s400/Mimetizziamoci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370660257378273682" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="posttext"> <div class="posttext-decorator1"> <div class="posttext-decorator2"> <p>L’insetto che si mimetizza sul ramo per farsi dimenticare nell’immobilità vegetale è l’immagine dell’uomo che si rintana nel conformismo per non dover rendere conto di sé, oppure si abbandona alle idee comuni per non affrontare gli uomini e i fatti.</p> <p>(scriveva il filosofo Emmanuel Mounier)</p> </div> </div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">oppure dobbiamo munirci di una gran bella corazza per affrontare il tutto??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6o4co-2JTIjTj6qPB9OJ9A_ZWMRUHMMf9iCpo2kOEEF87DFEHf8hWjFJA2aJjdJpWntmMcW5y25kD2HnSLg2ugkruLM415_MVnnKRneLaK_6RL9YyrCLv2-hlKnyasSMX3JSNQzJhTY/s1600-h/grillo+2jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6o4co-2JTIjTj6qPB9OJ9A_ZWMRUHMMf9iCpo2kOEEF87DFEHf8hWjFJA2aJjdJpWntmMcW5y25kD2HnSLg2ugkruLM415_MVnnKRneLaK_6RL9YyrCLv2-hlKnyasSMX3JSNQzJhTY/s400/grillo+2jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370664335940542290" border="0" /></a>beh ...guardiamoci nelle palle degli occhi!!!<br />magari è possibile trovare una risposta...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhchdrJlfc2kSDvVW0iheqzRRW0fh7YvEGh31tosS8uxDEt6Wsua1VvyeqivAfSHexj_Z1LB59zVeOVfi3zpMjscEnaApI8u6FPWBARcinWZkC1XczaEdYoZvzYKmdOUBpHNnQ3VNHZD4/s1600-h/guardiamoci+nelle+palle+degli+occhi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhchdrJlfc2kSDvVW0iheqzRRW0fh7YvEGh31tosS8uxDEt6Wsua1VvyeqivAfSHexj_Z1LB59zVeOVfi3zpMjscEnaApI8u6FPWBARcinWZkC1XczaEdYoZvzYKmdOUBpHNnQ3VNHZD4/s400/guardiamoci+nelle+palle+degli+occhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370662427901507090" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-30722399727409120882009-07-17T16:53:00.002+07:002009-07-17T19:56:41.225+07:00vi saluto anche qui con lo stesso post che è di la..<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbeGGTy7K78&hl=it&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbeGGTy7K78&hl=it&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">per ascoltare il video..fermare la musica di Dominic Miller in sottofondo nella colonna a destra....<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">E' tempo di saluti...torno per un po "a Lu Paisiello...d'0rigine" ..:))))))))))))))))<br /><br />......e vi abbraccio tutti ...<br /><br /><br />avete capito tutto del testo della canzone vero?? :)))))<br /><br />Tue ses Pandela, Pandela, Pandela<br /><br />Ps...fra i video proposti su youtube c'è un pezzo di Marino De Rosas dal titolo Balziga...secondo me merita...!!<br /><a href="http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=NbeGGTy7K78" rel="nofollow"><b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"></b></a>PANDELA<br /><br />Si ses<br />In custa <b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"></b>PANDELA<br />Chi fizada,s'assimizada<br />A custos populos<br />Che benint dae logos caentes<br /><br />Chi est<br />Chi este custa zente<br />Chizas nieddas che in fora isettana<br />E tot'a sola sunt praghende<br /><br />Unu ballu, unu sonu, una limba<br />Chi amus a faeddare<br />E amus a cantare tott'a nou<br />Pro pandelas ogros de pitzinna<br />Chi amus azudare<br />E creschere in su mundu nou<br />Unu ballu unu sonu una limba<br />Chi amus a piantare custu mundutott'a nou<br />Cantende jela jela la la<br />Riende jela jela la la<br /><br />Si tue<br />Si tue l'asa in mente<br />Isparghela contipizala,<br />Fache chi leede sos balos e sos bentos<br />Tue ses<span style="font-weight: bold;"> pandela</span>, <b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"></b> pandela, <b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"></b> pandela<br />Si tue no l'intendes<br />Su coro narada e ti preguntada<br />Costois sa cara e fues ma da 'e ite<br /><br />Unu ballu, unu sonu, una limba<br />Chi amus a faeddare<br />E amus a cantare tott'a nou<br />Pro pandelas ogros de pitzinna<br />Chi amus azudare<br />E creschere in su mundu nou<br />Cantende jela jela la la<br />Riende jela jela la la<br /><br />Tue ses Pandela, Pandela, Pandela<br /><br />OVVERO...<br /><br />BANDIERA<br /><br />Se appartieni<br />A questa bandiera<br />Che figlia s' assomiglia<br />A questi popoli<br />Che vengono da posti infuocati<br /><br />Chi è, chi è questa gente<br />Facce scure che ci aspettano fuori<br />piangono da soli<br /><br />Un ballo, un suono ed una lingua<br />Che parleremo<br />E canteremo da capo<br />Per bandiera<br />occhi di bambina<br />Che aiuteremo a crescere<br />in un mondo nuovo<br />Un ballo<br />un suono<br />una lingua<br /><br />Per dipingere<br />questo mondo<br />di nuovo<br />Cantando jela jela la la<br />Ridendo jela jela la la<br />Se tu<br />Ci tieni veramente<br />Spargila, abbine cura<br />Lascia che sventoli nel vento<br /><br />Tu sei bandiera, bandiera, bandiera<br /><br />Se tu non lo capisci<br />Il cuore ti dice, ti interroga<br />Tu nascondi il viso e scappi, ma da cosa?<br /><br />Un ballo, un suono ed una lingua<br />Che parleremo<br />E canteremo da capo<br />Per bandiera<br />occhi di bambina<br />Che aiuteremo<br />A crescere<br />in un mondo nuovo<br /><br />Cantando jela jela la la<br />Ridendo jela jela la la<br /><br />Tu sei bandiera, bandiera, bandiera<br /><br />Ps. un po di campanilismo non guasta, sono stata assunta dalla Pro loco :)))))))))))<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fm7q9LCIyRM<br /><br />http://www.deezer.com/it#music/result/all/marino%20de%20rosas<br /></div>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-62312320134167608872009-07-12T00:42:00.003+07:002009-07-12T00:47:14.713+07:00tu soffri della ragione.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOh3HDypZWdxJqLfMdxcQC4N5ei5wueh4BSxv9onT2Gm5ifZmc8nFs3_TtA3xRruHhtCiMRED3Vft6QLSOkP6sa_AJGnYbrUQn8DuiFkTru_eKMobzgvr1hne7oNKufrA8pQ7IMNwRetI/s1600-h/candela+.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOh3HDypZWdxJqLfMdxcQC4N5ei5wueh4BSxv9onT2Gm5ifZmc8nFs3_TtA3xRruHhtCiMRED3Vft6QLSOkP6sa_AJGnYbrUQn8DuiFkTru_eKMobzgvr1hne7oNKufrA8pQ7IMNwRetI/s400/candela+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259809231359842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><i>(...) <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Tu sei consunto, povero amico mio, da una febbre incessante, da una sete di oceani incolmabili e senza confini, da una fame di universi e da una nostalgia d’eternità. Tu soffri della ragione. E non sai quel che vuoi. Ma adesso, adesso tu vuoi andare al sepolcro del Cavaliere della Follia e là scioglierti in lacrime, consumarti di febbre, morire di sete d’oceani, di fame d’universi, di nostalgia d’eternità.</span></span><br />(Miguel De Unamuno - Vita di Don Chisciotte e Sancio - il sepolcro di Don Chisciotte)<br /></i></span>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-2112082427581037592009-07-05T22:45:00.024+07:002009-07-06T04:53:08.701+07:00“Siamo fatti della stessa sostanza di cui sono fatti i sogni.” (W.Shakespeare)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP7BA_bbdOnxs0xPchasNS1Id0ifPUpKNi2TF49YvNGJuqTICg7Su81U0-SqEjC441GOorfXHJ43N3vbx_nXDcinLhjrrvXcFc1IiI0pHk43D_-XsLzaw4mP0PIY2vXXfmubmpJjpYpg/s1600-h/universi+2JPG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP7BA_bbdOnxs0xPchasNS1Id0ifPUpKNi2TF49YvNGJuqTICg7Su81U0-SqEjC441GOorfXHJ43N3vbx_nXDcinLhjrrvXcFc1IiI0pHk43D_-XsLzaw4mP0PIY2vXXfmubmpJjpYpg/s400/universi+2JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011040494530498" border="0" /></a>Noi siamo figli dell'Universo, siamo parte dell'Universo,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3y_9bkzVyVkTZ0F7qlbzDjorfuNfz9FTbwTnRAj9EpBzmsTWdmv1zfhGfOn7rgjmhceEU3r1UzF9oThv_tLxgP_EEDggauJ4vSc4j7-flcs38u9WEvo3NRGMfyMOtd3pFp5dcwsuPlY/s1600-h/cielo1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3y_9bkzVyVkTZ0F7qlbzDjorfuNfz9FTbwTnRAj9EpBzmsTWdmv1zfhGfOn7rgjmhceEU3r1UzF9oThv_tLxgP_EEDggauJ4vSc4j7-flcs38u9WEvo3NRGMfyMOtd3pFp5dcwsuPlY/s400/cielo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355015084525695522" border="0" /></a><br />siamo il risultato dell'evoluzione dell'Universo,<br />perchè la materia di cui siamo fatti,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3m9IgGp9MEisnt0eTg7yV7BeEj3jyEHvRBLJAghBVkFnm9Hk5yMDIDL__oQwOw1-Yjz9P9IYXY-3SArmhj5wEkjwN7iaVZ7m9cIIi3qjni-k8EYIQKkCWBe6xkpPYpneP2WCp3QnUfk/s1600-h/lente.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3m9IgGp9MEisnt0eTg7yV7BeEj3jyEHvRBLJAghBVkFnm9Hk5yMDIDL__oQwOw1-Yjz9P9IYXY-3SArmhj5wEkjwN7iaVZ7m9cIIi3qjni-k8EYIQKkCWBe6xkpPYpneP2WCp3QnUfk/s400/lente.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011839422216562" border="0" /></a><br />tutti gli elementi, il calcio, il magnesio, il silicio,<br />che formano il nostro corpo, sono stati costruiti nell'interno di grandi stelle,<br />molto più grosse del sole,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOuTDmKKNVaGZKRIdFGuoPKrPEnpEIX_9_HADZJT-qvfooNd78RLTV_ASW0JwWUk_e2xYIXY4D9tIOuKIpnfTYvnwPmCFJ-Ajd-_fNkRRyXn1Ql46iUEg2KA9JNK_2S_Og4YKsNsFSbU/s1600-h/sogni+infiniti.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOuTDmKKNVaGZKRIdFGuoPKrPEnpEIX_9_HADZJT-qvfooNd78RLTV_ASW0JwWUk_e2xYIXY4D9tIOuKIpnfTYvnwPmCFJ-Ajd-_fNkRRyXn1Ql46iUEg2KA9JNK_2S_Og4YKsNsFSbU/s400/sogni+infiniti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008205882165810" border="0" /></a></div> che arrivano alla fine della loro vita con un immane esplosione,<br />nel corso della quale si hanno una grande serie di reazioni nucleari, che danno luogo alla formazione di tutti gli elementi che conosciamo sulla terra, dall' elio, dall'idrogeno fino all'uranio, e nell'esplosione, questi elementi vengono sparpagliati nel mezzo interstellare,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-JSRuIDfxvDvQw248gYbi-3pwO5Za4NcNxkJfEJz9GkR3e3GGXH_jDaLlE1jvugo7_2hLkzvFnriywIBeN4YT_jJiI9KbsPserP2gYQRP_v7W8QX37dxZ7X9OdNlMUDoMjj9ILcq4UA/s1600-h/universi.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-JSRuIDfxvDvQw248gYbi-3pwO5Za4NcNxkJfEJz9GkR3e3GGXH_jDaLlE1jvugo7_2hLkzvFnriywIBeN4YT_jJiI9KbsPserP2gYQRP_v7W8QX37dxZ7X9OdNlMUDoMjj9ILcq4UA/s400/universi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355017289091132834" border="0" /></a> e vanno ad arricchire le nubi di gas, da cui poi si formeranno altre stelle, altri pianeti e forse anche altre forme di vita, come è molto probabile, quindi noi siamo veramente figli dell'Universo, figli delle stelle, risultato dell'evoluzione dell'Universo, ma in grado di osservare l'Universo...di capire l'Universo.<br />(<span style="font-size:100%;">Margherita Hack</span> - Astrofisica e divulgatrice scientifica<a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astrofisico" title="Astrofisico"></a><a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divulgazione_scientifica" title="Divulgazione scientifica"></a><a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italia" title="Italia"></a>)<br /><br /><span>“Siamo fatti della stessa sostanza di cui sono fatti i sogni.”<br />(W.Shakespeare)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABaBaylpNRa93HUod4-ki3mbWxxv00Dta2_jn7IJ7riyltQoYzRtNa3mZCTLeti_xUIqfl6lgSn9WirV3GjyIkK7RvYG5PbuSxyBmaSzm0_GfEZtzB79Wz97vADttR0ZBRdmx19JOz-M/s1600-h/sogni+infiniti+5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABaBaylpNRa93HUod4-ki3mbWxxv00Dta2_jn7IJ7riyltQoYzRtNa3mZCTLeti_xUIqfl6lgSn9WirV3GjyIkK7RvYG5PbuSxyBmaSzm0_GfEZtzB79Wz97vADttR0ZBRdmx19JOz-M/s400/sogni+infiniti+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010133521529778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOuTDmKKNVaGZKRIdFGuoPKrPEnpEIX_9_HADZJT-qvfooNd78RLTV_ASW0JwWUk_e2xYIXY4D9tIOuKIpnfTYvnwPmCFJ-Ajd-_fNkRRyXn1Ql46iUEg2KA9JNK_2S_Og4YKsNsFSbU/s1600-h/sogni+infiniti.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-JSRuIDfxvDvQw248gYbi-3pwO5Za4NcNxkJfEJz9GkR3e3GGXH_jDaLlE1jvugo7_2hLkzvFnriywIBeN4YT_jJiI9KbsPserP2gYQRP_v7W8QX37dxZ7X9OdNlMUDoMjj9ILcq4UA/s1600-h/universi.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABaBaylpNRa93HUod4-ki3mbWxxv00Dta2_jn7IJ7riyltQoYzRtNa3mZCTLeti_xUIqfl6lgSn9WirV3GjyIkK7RvYG5PbuSxyBmaSzm0_GfEZtzB79Wz97vADttR0ZBRdmx19JOz-M/s1600-h/sogni+infiniti+5.JPG"><br /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-26273262524953230932009-07-03T13:30:00.010+07:002009-07-03T13:56:10.607+07:00Luci e ombre...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La nostra paura più profonda<br />non è di essere inadeguati.<br /><br />La nostra paura più profonda,<br />è di essere potenti oltre ogni limite.<br /><br />E' la nostra luce<br />non la nostra ombra,<br />a spaventarci di più.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSE7C9eEutEqDG_g4zRVuYcQWH4BfQ1aBNVPjtB3ZMba4-AD6DW-OTMZpS1uvjrEtEjksZjuxnsnZy_yTHZeyYmTYLM0q3I77DxIWyr68qHCLdETWsvXBM7g-hzJ1F7P3rouvAdN9Evo/s1600-h/agua.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSE7C9eEutEqDG_g4zRVuYcQWH4BfQ1aBNVPjtB3ZMba4-AD6DW-OTMZpS1uvjrEtEjksZjuxnsnZy_yTHZeyYmTYLM0q3I77DxIWyr68qHCLdETWsvXBM7g-hzJ1F7P3rouvAdN9Evo/s400/agua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354118333314588706" border="0" /></a><p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Ci domandiamo:</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">"Chi sono io per essere brillante, pieno di talento, favoloso?"</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">In realtà chi sei tu per NON esserlo?</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Il nostro giocare in piccolo, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">non serve al mondo.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Non c'è nulla di illuminato</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">nello sminuire se stessi cosicché gli altri</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">non si sentano insicuri intorno a noi.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siamo tutti nati per risplendere, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">come fanno i bambini.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Non solo in alcuni di noi:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">è IN OGNUNO DI NOI.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E quando permettiamo alla nostra luce</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">di risplendere, inconsapevolmente diamo </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">agli altri la possibilità di fare lo stesso.</span><br /></span> </div><br /><p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRUrIGs6K2dxAuSuuxmcBcRHOmGpC6smGscQl4L3_zCAo8bP791DlGWusRxsj2jf2acN-KslDCioerMFcKHf-FAF-CXDHEOHm-x9Fb1UXQwXKl-b7jCec0-wWxAxeGInRSVLk0UFc9Ac/s1600-h/luce.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRUrIGs6K2dxAuSuuxmcBcRHOmGpC6smGscQl4L3_zCAo8bP791DlGWusRxsj2jf2acN-KslDCioerMFcKHf-FAF-CXDHEOHm-x9Fb1UXQwXKl-b7jCec0-wWxAxeGInRSVLk0UFc9Ac/s400/luce.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354119131443294226" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">E quando ci liberiamo delle nostre paure,</span></b></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">la nostra presenza,<br /></span></b></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">automaticamente libera gli altri.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Nelson Mandela<br /></span></b></span></span></p>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-61411647037124374942009-06-26T04:59:00.021+07:002009-06-29T19:41:02.569+07:00centro, baricentro e dintorni.. in assenza di gravità...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHfcKruduosiihwHkVeFd6yazKWdzRYiVSRjwTVcegqqO1tfmT_TWE7pZ_xIbU8WNc0C_e1kQbW4MK29NBtHGXqh1wYfM-sjK3Tqt_2NQBLxY4fPVZIzR3SyyGUmnNqn-uaSC6hEI_QE/s1600-h/colori.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHfcKruduosiihwHkVeFd6yazKWdzRYiVSRjwTVcegqqO1tfmT_TWE7pZ_xIbU8WNc0C_e1kQbW4MK29NBtHGXqh1wYfM-sjK3Tqt_2NQBLxY4fPVZIzR3SyyGUmnNqn-uaSC6hEI_QE/s400/colori.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352727210737512306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hK4K0umyMUixXKwvnHidD-TVJOGTP9YNgtfdEfln-XNRgKTeZ-AXLyAGV4Hp9Enu98XlxbfjTYuthryu8B6WiC8G21D9TlkUBV7jNRcb7c_wNlv7cyjKDaIC15iZRGjGvzpC1-7mVk4/s1600-h/centro+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hK4K0umyMUixXKwvnHidD-TVJOGTP9YNgtfdEfln-XNRgKTeZ-AXLyAGV4Hp9Enu98XlxbfjTYuthryu8B6WiC8G21D9TlkUBV7jNRcb7c_wNlv7cyjKDaIC15iZRGjGvzpC1-7mVk4/s400/centro+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351735978673774834" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> </div> <div align="justify"><strong></strong></div> <span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">...“La mia mente si addentra nel territorio dei sogni senza che me ne accorga. Sono sempre cosi silenziosi, quando ritornano (...)</span></b></span><b style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />...E dopo, non voglio mai più essere coinvolto nei progetti di qualcun altro, ma vivere secondo la mia volontà. Questo è ciò che desidero...</span><br /><br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnh-KDvf6ZCXHUa9Cr4KwJGXEop1hnGeEBbc9vSYuMxe4eesPD5GKY0dHlXEhAhrs4xJNcokVyCqTAn8JyGk0MDs9hZAm8nrHX1w0BESShNjJHtSkYgGtLTz-qtAU5Bg1REvJOKefAaU/s1600-h/piante+in+acquaJPG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnh-KDvf6ZCXHUa9Cr4KwJGXEop1hnGeEBbc9vSYuMxe4eesPD5GKY0dHlXEhAhrs4xJNcokVyCqTAn8JyGk0MDs9hZAm8nrHX1w0BESShNjJHtSkYgGtLTz-qtAU5Bg1REvJOKefAaU/s400/piante+in+acquaJPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351388524787262274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnZhsdHg1yvJf8CyA8MnTDIBT0gH4c3kUQZmg3akE9k5eSstM621kJcgXseM4jx_AfC-mnwQ8rP9q0j32yGmvyRm0Px8o6Pw6L3eUQptgWtGJcJNfCAvDOD9sq3ezOSmxZqlmvhSb7f8/s1600-h/aprirsi.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnZhsdHg1yvJf8CyA8MnTDIBT0gH4c3kUQZmg3akE9k5eSstM621kJcgXseM4jx_AfC-mnwQ8rP9q0j32yGmvyRm0Px8o6Pw6L3eUQptgWtGJcJNfCAvDOD9sq3ezOSmxZqlmvhSb7f8/s400/aprirsi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351735604669376290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnINKxKyioVO1F4deusMsNULx_ojKZnXrMgkkRmQjYbWGFkjtP4ngUlkQZYB5WaUjoDWUlf8fvbJNUcfSNYi_37rdSUOCoVGVRG3GOWaqBvdxUTj_ZK3ZzLH-1kziLFGQgSFGXWBTTa0/s1600-h/fiori+e+acqua.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnINKxKyioVO1F4deusMsNULx_ojKZnXrMgkkRmQjYbWGFkjtP4ngUlkQZYB5WaUjoDWUlf8fvbJNUcfSNYi_37rdSUOCoVGVRG3GOWaqBvdxUTj_ZK3ZzLH-1kziLFGQgSFGXWBTTa0/s400/fiori+e+acqua.JPG" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: normal;">...Qualche volta il destino assomiglia a una tempesta di sabbia che muta incessantemente la direzione del percorso. Per evitarlo cambi l'andatura. E il vento cambia andatura, per seguirti meglio.</span></span></span></em><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWs60orzsM3QY0-rHvfymCyiGao6b6dp-XUT_6wHX3A0MR3KYfLxN5Xkycz7mmWbXuonBQAKd59aqh8qMmml-KpIL6q3SZZY4aQyVSxwDuY1LRtyFbsncA0QfZ2EFb_j64AlWQVvVMJE0/s1600-h/DSCF71274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWs60orzsM3QY0-rHvfymCyiGao6b6dp-XUT_6wHX3A0MR3KYfLxN5Xkycz7mmWbXuonBQAKd59aqh8qMmml-KpIL6q3SZZY4aQyVSxwDuY1LRtyFbsncA0QfZ2EFb_j64AlWQVvVMJE0/s400/DSCF71274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352724148846100690" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> Tu allora cambi di nuovo, e subito di nuovo il vento cambia per adattarsi al tuo passo. Questo si ripete infinite volte, come una danza sinistra col dio della morte prima dell'alba. Perché quel vento non è qualcosa che è arrivato da lontano, indipendente da te. E' qualcosa che hai dentro. Quel vento sei tu.</span></span></span></em><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1VwEleL57ZbTm7P3p51D1WyjB77snpqI7buaWwc2tOF6JJ1aa7tKIYYM5pGt2eJkJsbzSVBJ0jJhT6GswWzGuAyZoH7qGzzejwle9Vq4sSLfz9zZgwft7t-4OIH_Xf_SFGD75ucqYjA/s1600-h/mare.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1VwEleL57ZbTm7P3p51D1WyjB77snpqI7buaWwc2tOF6JJ1aa7tKIYYM5pGt2eJkJsbzSVBJ0jJhT6GswWzGuAyZoH7qGzzejwle9Vq4sSLfz9zZgwft7t-4OIH_Xf_SFGD75ucqYjA/s400/mare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352725645455888354" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> Perciò l'unica cosa che puoi fare è entrarci, in quel vento, camminando dritto, e chiudendo forte gli occhi per non far entrare la sabbia. </span></span></span></em><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfP7qNwlvVHGfWI1K9cRzriMJmWd3RHNsFg5YTgx6KV6knGKYp9-HlAE9ybBCeeA0cfO8ZWmtng3jN5xddpgCjxvgIdwF2RibJ9j6EuPvdDdd5MuquoAY_0kJ2xm4NjsODMYSKF7EikI/s1600-h/mare+castelporziano.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfP7qNwlvVHGfWI1K9cRzriMJmWd3RHNsFg5YTgx6KV6knGKYp9-HlAE9ybBCeeA0cfO8ZWmtng3jN5xddpgCjxvgIdwF2RibJ9j6EuPvdDdd5MuquoAY_0kJ2xm4NjsODMYSKF7EikI/s400/mare+castelporziano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352725311537855058" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Attraversarlo, un passo dopo l'altro. Non troverai sole né luna, nessuna direzione, e forse nemmeno il tempo. Soltanto una sabbia bianca, finissima, come fatta di ossa polverizzate, che danza in alto nel cielo. Devi immaginare questa tempesta di sabbia. (...)<br /></span></span></span></em></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" align="left">(...)Ciò che è fuori di te è una proiezione di ciò che è dentro di te, e ciò che è dentro di te è una proiezione del mondo esterno. Perciò spesso, quando ti addentri nel labirinto che sta fuori di te, finisci col penetrare anche nel tuo labirinto interiore. E in molti casi è un'esperienza pericolosa. (...) </p> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >(kafka sulla spiaggia di Murakami Haruki)</span>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-28773945042085885322009-06-10T19:23:00.007+07:002009-06-10T19:52:17.771+07:00Velo di seta<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">..bisogna cercare di capire, lavorando di fantasia,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> e dimenticare quel che si sa in modo che l'immaginazione<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> possa vagabondare libera, correndo lontana dentro le cose<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3j3vDjXIv8iNCzbTvznI2D8bVkgsyMpgC2gv3kw7oCO2tf4Lq1QSIH26eXLgbPcPGF-8mnQ-fRNm2j0MRtdBfVSDeN2LEhAUvX8oF2iaD0B0lo2taJPUhJRoj9tq3v6PYp8OGA4MTUo/s1600-h/seta+passiflora.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3j3vDjXIv8iNCzbTvznI2D8bVkgsyMpgC2gv3kw7oCO2tf4Lq1QSIH26eXLgbPcPGF-8mnQ-fRNm2j0MRtdBfVSDeN2LEhAUvX8oF2iaD0B0lo2taJPUhJRoj9tq3v6PYp8OGA4MTUo/s400/seta+passiflora.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345680645522155362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> fino a vedere come</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> l'anima non è sempre un diamante ma alle volte velo di seta,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> immagina un velo di seta trasparente, qualunque cosa potrebbe stracciarlo,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> anche uno sguardo..<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAOWD7kMTjZmnB5Qc5EiWOmXySzPttI_EQOT5lwvSnTV5ujQ34yiI2Oohel_SZv39bGg84qDsRjCeWHr_j7kND7pKSrVZ8KE5R8AppzKBw0W0O8s-huISlqMcyFD61_xM36AHNfZOEoI0/s1600-h/Passiflora+acquaJPG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAOWD7kMTjZmnB5Qc5EiWOmXySzPttI_EQOT5lwvSnTV5ujQ34yiI2Oohel_SZv39bGg84qDsRjCeWHr_j7kND7pKSrVZ8KE5R8AppzKBw0W0O8s-huISlqMcyFD61_xM36AHNfZOEoI0/s400/Passiflora+acquaJPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345674248813685634" border="0" /></a><br />(Alessandro Baricco - Oceano Mare)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIPBv-MxQ2ysJN1GC9HN_y6tBlmHKvuwevCfXL_lTp8w1N9ThGeKYT9K0M-1daoPMW_IHCufY4Zs5meW8pgfhyW4ATgU2t0n25W8xF0oEURtEocCV2fA0mlvEq_bCPtK5Ba9EcREeLag/s1600-h/passiflora+acqua+cielo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIPBv-MxQ2ysJN1GC9HN_y6tBlmHKvuwevCfXL_lTp8w1N9ThGeKYT9K0M-1daoPMW_IHCufY4Zs5meW8pgfhyW4ATgU2t0n25W8xF0oEURtEocCV2fA0mlvEq_bCPtK5Ba9EcREeLag/s400/passiflora+acqua+cielo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345678408961867810" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-18242633910528654972009-06-01T23:00:00.015+07:002009-06-03T13:14:08.328+07:00Acquerelli (o meglio foto di Bocca di Leone nell'acqua)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNouTVvTMdpU4t0nowTJF3zeo2ri6UyxDkerLVxUoVcRKOhEIqR140mL7MkQWkAdxNsmJUHTKKc_k7tVTrxH3-uUzM0mD36av8wd91dGxhYONpQZfQjuC-CWKMyIZFsYSBTu9zbEjvfO8/s1600-h/cielofioreacqua.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNouTVvTMdpU4t0nowTJF3zeo2ri6UyxDkerLVxUoVcRKOhEIqR140mL7MkQWkAdxNsmJUHTKKc_k7tVTrxH3-uUzM0mD36av8wd91dGxhYONpQZfQjuC-CWKMyIZFsYSBTu9zbEjvfO8/s400/cielofioreacqua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342394267031769666" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Come l'ultimo verde d'acquarelli<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">son queste foglie,<br />(..)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">qua e là riflesso come di lacrime intriso,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quasi lo volessero di nuovo smarrire,<br />e come vecchie lettere color fiordaliso<br />han giallo e viola e grigio nel colore;<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQop_k3KKCM7ISC6ilDiPPgkD0dEqKIZkABl-aT7uK6gFWGnQks73mmdxaPJcpHgEgD3zU5eG5NDtKYcKT3b1eNkDFWFJgNF_a9wxBCXtGDI_0ud-kuPQG1v8VE5u8Lo4zWbhyQUHo58M/s1600-h/acquafiorecielo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQop_k3KKCM7ISC6ilDiPPgkD0dEqKIZkABl-aT7uK6gFWGnQks73mmdxaPJcpHgEgD3zU5eG5NDtKYcKT3b1eNkDFWFJgNF_a9wxBCXtGDI_0ud-kuPQG1v8VE5u8Lo4zWbhyQUHo58M/s400/acquafiorecielo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389995251518050" border="0" /></a>una tinta come di veste di bimbo sbiadita,<br />un'aria di cosa smessa, che non può più servire:<br />come breve s'avverte un'esile vita!<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYEAaC-Ci1emuoCERh_CE3k9ZEFINo9Re4DP1Sc0cuBoSAWncRp01_0GqbgZzbdh56MtLRlkbejAK2fAguXU2ggK1QhFQqG88GS_uIgDCDDu6W8TV4QCVPAbu7uFJ0eHXzXYIO9_tnAg/s1600-h/cielo+acqua++fiore+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYEAaC-Ci1emuoCERh_CE3k9ZEFINo9Re4DP1Sc0cuBoSAWncRp01_0GqbgZzbdh56MtLRlkbejAK2fAguXU2ggK1QhFQqG88GS_uIgDCDDu6W8TV4QCVPAbu7uFJ0eHXzXYIO9_tnAg/s400/cielo+acqua++fiore+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390232509236466" border="0" /></a>Ma ecco l'azzurro pare rinnovarsi<br />in uno dei corimbi, e puoi vedere<br />un celeste toccante del verde rallegrarsi.<br /><br />(Ranier Maria Rilke, Ortensia Azzurra)<br /><br />beh! non è un ortensia..ma una Bocca di leone!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9vq3FeBY10LTrJPUQkOj34wkaWz1v92Y3A0QHNGSYWtHR6W3Uoxu7cbleoHU0DlQKjyK3P-s43GF7thsM__zBWz6oEmCKkgJKbLjpuslQFD1gXh6T4hwRayJ2d1Qkh-trxDDpXQEPnU/s1600-h/acqua+fiore+ombra.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9vq3FeBY10LTrJPUQkOj34wkaWz1v92Y3A0QHNGSYWtHR6W3Uoxu7cbleoHU0DlQKjyK3P-s43GF7thsM__zBWz6oEmCKkgJKbLjpuslQFD1gXh6T4hwRayJ2d1Qkh-trxDDpXQEPnU/s400/acqua+fiore+ombra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391095723124514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQ3pjnEkoKt4_6TMeljTRnlF1S602MC6JN7ntfcPftn1Aezy85IaxwHCitC_960Dnj3VLgCRr5T1lqaQU1ZWsX61vhlWfwa4WqczHbfCLOGofU4D6Ucjvvq5uLnif8OZZ84bU4IW9sCw/s1600-h/fluttuante.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGEkZQi_XHOcAjon9tc5FlP_7c09qJlqOm6Q_bSPC86fGtCUdoTxKqlKMJMPSfQO0Wpd8VBFCSFa6TYDGpn1Y4MdaQCtPmvN13thj2j63-sfE5ShTKRUxHY_u93e9ODSlheNPczcC1zk/s400/fluttuare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342396298862938514" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125424581173972054.post-56576170108751435912009-05-25T13:38:00.003+07:002009-05-25T13:57:21.011+07:00in primavera...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfs7ov89rXVqBUtY_mNYXUsNsqviT0m-UvaLWj-CkZvB6yUhDVwaUkvP3JbXosmca9iAZSy_urRKmYb6A-Z159v5CAtZ6psFotPidaCdFax-l-1QNpx213Rdx_N4pKPH7JCyTKlMOUfcw/s1600-h/DSCF5905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfs7ov89rXVqBUtY_mNYXUsNsqviT0m-UvaLWj-CkZvB6yUhDVwaUkvP3JbXosmca9iAZSy_urRKmYb6A-Z159v5CAtZ6psFotPidaCdFax-l-1QNpx213Rdx_N4pKPH7JCyTKlMOUfcw/s400/DSCF5905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651866480548978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In primavera (...) abitata dagli dei e gli dei parlano nel sole e nell'odore degli assenzi, nel mare corazzato d'argento, nel cielo d'un blu crudo, fra le rovine coperte di fiori e nelle grosse bolle di luce, fra i mucchi di pietre. In certe ore la campagna è nera di sole. Gli occhi tentano invano di cogliere qualcosa che non sian le gocce di luce e di colore che tremano sulle ciglia<br />(Albert Camus)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflZyXo22-cpKb1jNeL0vwUQ2nll-aEH5TVVDiKCnuYOQPwaYL7bSXh3t1R75uyGXC2DqpEfJ3h-K2ZPyJ9Ck3nt7baP9_U0PzMSIS3tvH0N5sf4GwCuvDk198VVSQzcBA9Cn-yBKZw0Q/s1600-h/DSCF58912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflZyXo22-cpKb1jNeL0vwUQ2nll-aEH5TVVDiKCnuYOQPwaYL7bSXh3t1R75uyGXC2DqpEfJ3h-K2ZPyJ9Ck3nt7baP9_U0PzMSIS3tvH0N5sf4GwCuvDk198VVSQzcBA9Cn-yBKZw0Q/s400/DSCF58912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339647602378499682" border="0" /></a>JANAShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298737903297101070noreply@blogger.com6