<?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-599686606585591112</id><updated>2012-02-11T03:21:54.280Z</updated><category term='aforismi'/><category term='autori famosi'/><category term='pensieri'/><category term='musica'/><category term='Letteratura'/><category term='ricorrenze'/><category term='saggezza indiana'/><category term='riflessioni'/><category term='citazioni tratte da film'/><category term='immagini'/><category term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Albachiara</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1041630902422913691</id><published>2009-04-12T07:55:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:06:27.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12 aprile 2009 - 1 solo post oggi - iniziativa blogger per la pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SeGW97jW0-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/pHdioVKP4KQ/s1600-h/pace-mondo-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SeGW97jW0-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/pHdioVKP4KQ/s320/pace-mondo-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323702225230812130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quello che è accaduto in questi giorni lascia tanta tristezza in tutti noi, oggi è Pasqua e il primo pensiero va a chi è provato dalla sofferenza con l'augurio che la speranza e la voglia di rinascita siano sempre presenti... nei cuori di tutti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma oggi è anche il 12 aprile, giorno di "1 solo post nel tuo blog" dedicato alla pace, e così ho pensato di postare questa poesia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché credo che il diritto alla vita sia il diritto fondamentale di tutti gli&lt;br /&gt;esseri viventi (e fra questi gli esseri umani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché credo nella bontà naturale dell'essere umano, la cui vita si deve&lt;br /&gt;sviluppare con amore e solidarietà, e non con egoismo e competizione&lt;br /&gt;esasperata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché non odio nessuno e non credo nelle campagne contro nessuno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché credo che i popoli hanno diritto a decidere liberamente del loro&lt;br /&gt;futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché la violenza dà la vittoria al più forte, che indipendentemente dalla&lt;br /&gt;sua forza, può avere o non avere ragione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché le guerre sprecano le risorse umane ed economiche delle quali&lt;br /&gt;abbiamo bisogno per combattere contro la povertà, l'emancipazione,&lt;br /&gt;l'analfabetismo e le malattie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché le guerre le decidono gli uni che le indicono ma sono gli altri,&lt;br /&gt;che debbono andare a rimetterci la propria vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché le guerre nascondono sempre interessi economici di coloro che già&lt;br /&gt;sono potenti e oppressori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perché le guerre le vincono gli stati e sempre le perdono gli individui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Perché i veri eroi dell'umanità (come Gesù, Budda, LaoTse, San Francesco,&lt;br /&gt;Ramakrishna, Gandi, M. Luther King, Madre Teresa di Calcutta ecc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ci indicano il cammino della non violenza per rivendicare e difendere i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; diritti umani e avviare un'autentica pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Perché sono un pacifista"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              Eulogio Diàz de Corral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1041630902422913691?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1041630902422913691/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1041630902422913691&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1041630902422913691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1041630902422913691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/quello-che-e-accaduto-in-questi-giorni.html' title='12 aprile 2009 - 1 solo post oggi - iniziativa blogger per la pace'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SeGW97jW0-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/pHdioVKP4KQ/s72-c/pace-mondo-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-223381437197385075</id><published>2009-04-10T09:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:02:09.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Sd78qd2K7qI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3MkEaCISwgk/s1600-h/maniCandela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SbPX_qAbrJI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VBAb5Am-OcY/s200/Bocciolo_rosa_rossa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310825874207779986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tieni sempre presente che la pelle fa le rughe, &lt;br /&gt;i capelli diventano bianchi, &lt;br /&gt;i giorni si trasformano in anni. &lt;br /&gt;Però ciò che è importante non cambia; &lt;br /&gt;la tua forza e la tua convinzione non hanno età.&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo spirito è la colla di qualsiasi tela di ragno.&lt;br /&gt;Dietro ogni linea di arrivo c`e` una linea di partenza.&lt;br /&gt;Dietro ogni successo c`e` un'altra delusione.&lt;br /&gt;Fino a quando sei viva, sentiti viva.&lt;br /&gt;Se ti manca ciò che facevi, torna a farlo. &lt;br /&gt;Non vivere di foto ingiallite,&lt;br /&gt;insisti anche se tutti si aspettano che abbandoni. &lt;br /&gt;Non lasciare che si arrugginisca il ferro che c`e` in te.&lt;br /&gt;Fai in modo che invece che compassione, ti portino rispetto. &lt;br /&gt;Quando a causa degli anni non potrai correre, cammina veloce.&lt;br /&gt;Quando non potrai camminare veloce, cammina.&lt;br /&gt;Quando non potrai camminare, usa il bastone.&lt;br /&gt;Però  non trattenerti mai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Madre Teresa di Calcutta&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Per celebrare questa ricorrenza faccio un  augurio a tutte le  donne per le conquiste sociali, economiche, politiche,  per tutte quelle battaglie che ancora oggi, in alcuni paesi del mondo, stanno combattendo. &lt;br /&gt;Questa giornata dovrebbe servire per smuovere un po’ le coscienze ricordando i drammi che tutti i giorni le donne subiscono anche tra le mura domestiche, per gli stupri che ormai, purtroppo, sono notizie di tutti i giorni, drammi che  violentano l’anima e che difficilmente si dimenticano.&lt;br /&gt;Dignità e rispetto per le persone sono fondamentali affinchè questa società cambi nel miglior modo possibile e per dare un segnale VERO di parità tra uomo e donna.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3667626021531023709?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3667626021531023709/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3667626021531023709&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3667626021531023709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3667626021531023709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/donna-tieni-sempre-presente-che-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SbPX_qAbrJI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VBAb5Am-OcY/s72-c/Bocciolo_rosa_rossa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6038363391106633295</id><published>2009-02-27T20:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:45:27.528Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;un pò di musica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=53131479"&gt;Lo sai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53131479,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53131479,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo sai è un'emozione che ti vive dentro&lt;br /&gt;saperti temporale e sole in me&lt;br /&gt;e ti vivo per intero come sei&lt;br /&gt;e ti vedo luminosa più che mai&lt;br /&gt;e ti vivo per intero più che mai&lt;br /&gt;il tuo sguardo verso me verso me&lt;br /&gt;In questa città grande&lt;br /&gt;dove occhi non ce n'è&lt;br /&gt;si muovono le ombre&lt;br /&gt;di chi ascolta e sa&lt;br /&gt;nuove realtà&lt;br /&gt;forti e dentro te dentro me&lt;br /&gt;ma io resterò&lt;br /&gt;non andrò via mai&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mai mai&lt;br /&gt;sai che il tempo&lt;br /&gt;non potrà mai mai mai&lt;br /&gt;darci il tempo&lt;br /&gt;però tu vai se vuoi&lt;br /&gt;tra i tuoi sogni vai&lt;br /&gt;parla di noi noi noi&lt;br /&gt;resti solo tu&lt;br /&gt;solo tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;se vi va ascoltatelo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6038363391106633295?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6038363391106633295/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6038363391106633295&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6038363391106633295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6038363391106633295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-sai-lo-sai-lo-sai-e-unemozione-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5250113125194117682</id><published>2009-02-20T19:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:40:04.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SZ8Gq5hVugI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6PvZlDewRq8/s1600-h/pensiero_cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SZ8Gq5hVugI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6PvZlDewRq8/s200/pensiero_cielo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304966220130662914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Un uomo camminava per un sentiero di campagna, quando sul margine di esso, tra l'erba, scorse qualcosa, forse un sasso, dalla forma strana:&lt;br /&gt;"E' un serpente", pensò.&lt;br /&gt;Il serpente si srotolò, scattò e lo morse a morte.&lt;br /&gt;Un altro pellegrino camminava per quel sentiero, anche lui scorse il sasso dalla forma strana:&lt;br /&gt;"E' un uccello", pensò.&lt;br /&gt;In un frullo d'ali, l'uccello volò via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un automobilista restò con una gomma a terra su una strada buia e solitaria. Scese dall'auto, ma si accorse di non avere in macchina il crick. Stava per lasciarsi prendere dalla disperazione, quando vide un lumicino in lontananza: era una casa colonica.&lt;br /&gt;Si avviò a piedi in quella direzione, e intanto cominciò a rimuginare: "E se nessuno venisse ad aprire?", "E se non avessero un crick ?", "E se quel tizio non me lo volesse prestare anche se ce l'ha?".&lt;br /&gt;A ogni angosciosa domanda la sua agitazione cresceva, e quando finalmente raggiunse la casa colonica, e il contadino gli aprì, era talmente fuori di sè che gli sferrò un pugno gridando: "Tieniti pure il tuo schifoso crick!".&lt;br /&gt;Ti piaccia o no, sono i tuoi pensieri a tracciare la rotta del viaggio che si chiama vita. Se hai in mente la depressione e il fallimento, è lì che ti troverai. Se pensi di essere goffo e sgradevole, così ti comporterai. Dì ad un ragazzo che è stupido, lo diventerà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bruno Ferrero dal libro "L'importante è la rosa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ho trovato questo racconto girovagando su internet mi è piaciuto e l'ho postato. &lt;br /&gt;A volte la mente ha davvero il potere di condizionare la vita, io sono convinta di si e voi?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5250113125194117682?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5250113125194117682/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5250113125194117682&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5250113125194117682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5250113125194117682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-uomo-camminava-per-un-sentiero-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SZ8Gq5hVugI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6PvZlDewRq8/s72-c/pensiero_cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1396478533221092642</id><published>2009-02-08T08:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:05:13.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LO STECCATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’ era una volta un ragazzino con un brutto carattere. Suo padre gli diede un sacchetto di chiodi e gli disse di piantarne uno nello steccato del giardino ogni volta che avesse perso la pazienza e litigato con qualcuno. Il primo giorno il ragazzo piantò 37 chiodi nello steccato.&lt;br /&gt;In seguito il numero di chiodi piantati nello steccato diminuì gradualmente. Aveva scoperto che era più facile controllarsi che piantare quei chiodi. Finalmente arrivò il giorno in cui il ragazzo riuscì a controllarsi completamente. Lo raccontò al padre e questi gli propose di togliere un chiodo dallo steccato per ogni giorno in cui non avesse perso la pazienza. I giorni passarono e finalmente il ragazzo fu in grado di dire al padre che aveva tolto tutti i chiodi dallo steccato.&lt;br /&gt;Il padre prese suo figlio per la mano e lo portò davanti allo steccato. Gli disse: "Ti sei comportato bene, figlio mio, ma guarda quanti buchi ci sono nello steccato. Lo steccato non sarà più quello di prima. Quando litighi con qualcuno e gli dici qualcosa di brutto, gli lasci una ferita come queste. Puoi piantare un coltello in un uomo e poi estrarlo. Non avrà importanza quante volte ti scuserai, la ferita rimarrà ancora lì. Una ferita verbale fa male quanto una fisica."&lt;br /&gt;(Anonimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Presi dall’istinto a volte non ci rendiamo conto delle parole che usiamo e del male che possono causare..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1396478533221092642?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1396478533221092642/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1396478533221092642&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1396478533221092642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1396478533221092642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-steccato-c-era-una-volta-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4693466990345172193</id><published>2009-01-25T20:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:30:07.020Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SXzZsP-8JJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fr6AetoQBUI/s1600-h/rami2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SXzZsP-8JJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fr6AetoQBUI/s200/rami2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346616108852370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C’era una volta un uomo che desiderava comprendere la bellezza della luna e la morbidezza dei suoi raggi e la causa di tutto ciò. Così, andò fuori a guardare il cielo. Fra lui e la luna vi era un grazioso albero dai rami delicati e dalle tenere foglie. Dimenticando la luna egli incominciò ad esaminare i rami delicati e le tenere foglie e si perdette nel pensiero di tale delicatezza. Quando di nuovo volse lo sguardo in alto, la luna era tramontata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jiddu Krishnamurti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte non riusciamo a vedere ciò che di bello abbiamo vicino....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4693466990345172193?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4693466990345172193/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4693466990345172193&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4693466990345172193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4693466990345172193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/01/cera-una-volta-un-uomo-che-desiderava.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SXzZsP-8JJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fr6AetoQBUI/s72-c/rami2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1642296530972470944</id><published>2009-01-07T15:04:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:58:46.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Quante strade deve percorrere un uomo prima         &lt;br /&gt;che si possa chiamarlo “un uomo”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanti mari deve valicare una bianca colomba prima &lt;br /&gt;di dormire sulla sabbia ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E per quanto tempo ancora dovranno volare le bombe &lt;br /&gt;prima di essere bandite per sempre? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanti anni può resistere una montagna prima di &lt;br /&gt;immergersi nel mare? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanti anni può resistere certa gente prima di &lt;br /&gt;essere lasciata libera? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La risposta, amico mio, si disperde nel vento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte un uomo può voltarsi dall’altra parte &lt;br /&gt;fingendo di non vedere? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte un uomo deve alzare gli occhi prima &lt;br /&gt;di vedere il cielo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di quante orecchie ha bisogno un uomo per poter &lt;br /&gt;sentire qualcuno che piange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quanti morti gli occorrono per sapere che è già &lt;br /&gt;morta troppa gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La risposta, amico mio, si disperde nel vento."&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                      (Bob Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ci sono bambini colpevoli solo di essere nati in luoghi dove gli adulti giocano a fare la guerra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SWXExihmL6I/AAAAAAAAApo/DrvxAdN0WNU/s1600-h/boy_barbed_wire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SWXExihmL6I/AAAAAAAAApo/DrvxAdN0WNU/s320/boy_barbed_wire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288849692776869794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2009/01/sezioni/esteri/medio-oriente-46/voci-pace-israele-gaza/voci-pace-israele-gaza.html"&gt;Voci di pace tra Israele e Cisgiordania&lt;br /&gt;"Ricordate che siamo esseri umani"     &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;da "la Repubblica" del 08.01.2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1642296530972470944?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1642296530972470944/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1642296530972470944&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1642296530972470944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1642296530972470944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2009/01/quante-strade-deve-percorrere-un-uomo.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SWXExihmL6I/AAAAAAAAApo/DrvxAdN0WNU/s72-c/boy_barbed_wire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2883375567290854877</id><published>2008-12-30T09:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:02:00.369Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2539741"&gt;Playing For Change: Song Around the World | Stand By Me&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/concord"&gt;Concord Music Group&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con questo bellissimo ed emozionante video auguro a tutti un &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BELLISSIMO ANNO NUOVO!&lt;br /&gt;.. 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PER CHI SOFFRE, PER CHI CREDE NELL'AMICIZIA, PER CHI CREDE ANCORA NEI SOGNI, NEI PICCOLI GESTI E NELLE COSE SEMPLICI DELLA VITA....LE PIU' PREZIOSE .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2883375567290854877?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2883375567290854877/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2883375567290854877&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2883375567290854877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SUy732B-jLI/AAAAAAAAApI/Lfnjh29WRP8/s200/natale2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281803031069756594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auguro a tutti voi BUON NATALE da trascorrere in armonia e serenità con le persone a voi care&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho trovato questa poesia in rete e ho voluto postarla in occasione del Natale, è un pò lunga ma vale la pena perdere 2 minuti di tempo e leggerla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ti vorrei più lento, più dolce, più profondo, Babbo Natale, che la gente ti potesse festeggiare, nella riflessione e nella semplicità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che aiuti tante persone, bisognose, a far diventare i loro sogni e desideri, realtà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desideri pieni di progetti, di idee, di aspirazioni, di diritti da conquistare e costruire nell'amicizia e nella legalità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che porti in ogni essere umano, la vera libertà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella libertà, che fa fiorire in ogni cuore, entusiasmo, collaborazione e tanta umanità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che illumini le menti, porti in ogni angolo della terra, la pace e tante belle positive novità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pace che si deve costruire, nell'educazione alla partecipazione, nella trasparenza, nella riflessione e sulla verità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che con l'impegno di tutti, ci aiuti a cercare quello che ci unisce con gli altri, con limpidità e con responsabilità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsabilità, su piccole e grandi cose concrete, che facciamo ogni giorno, per renderle di alta qualità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, dove ci sia molto amore per la vita e tanta buona volontà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volontà e una profonda umiltà, nel saper ascoltare, le persone più deboli, che soffrono, nelle malattie, nella fame, con la loro fragilità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che nelle persone prevalga, l'intelligenza, la ragione, faccia scattare in tutti la volontà, di fare qualcosa di utile, per alleviare le sofferenze e salvaguardi la loro dignità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella dignità, che tutte le persone avrebbero il diritto di avere, poi impegno totale, per portare avanti un grande progetto, per il bene comune, il disarmo dell'umanità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che aiuti gli uomini, a trovare il coraggio e la forza, di svuotare gli arsenali, riempire i granai, per poi avere a disposizione tutti, da mangiare, con regolarità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regolarità, che uomini prendano finalmente coscienza, ci sia meno egoismo, ma più generosità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che dia voce a chi non ha voce, porti a tutte le persone, giustizia sociale e solidarietà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidarietà che faccia, sparire dalla terra, la malavita organizzata, la mafia, le ingiustizie, con tempestività,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che porti nelle persone, apertura mentale, accoglienza dell'altro, con gentilezza, nella verità, per dare all'altro, sicurezza e stabilità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le differenze, di colore, di cultura, di religione, sono la magnifica e grande ricchezza, che ci offre la natura e l'umanità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che aiuti tutti a scoprirla, con il confronto, con il dialogo, per poi saperla apprezzare e donare la nostra disponibilità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disponibilità, a sentire tante persone, le loro voci, le loro parole, piene di desideri, di speranza, in grande quantità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che ci faccia, scoprire i veri valori della vita, e prevalga negli uomini tanta maturità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturità, che scuota le coscienze, per avere più cura e rispetto dell'ambiente, che un bene di tutti, ci sia più interesse per l'impegno nel sociale e si abbatta finalmente quell'indifferenza, che tanti scelgono per comodità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che ci aiuti a lasciare un ambiente migliore, ai nostri figli e alle future generazioni, porti nel mondo, nelle persone, tanta voglia di fare, per il bene comune, porti tanta luminosità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella luminosità dei bei colori dell'arcobaleno, dia agli uomini, la forza, di unirsi, per costruire un mondo migliore, più giusto, pieno di diritti e di valori veri, e di alta civiltà,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, che porti in ogni casa, in ogni persona, in ogni cuore, in particolare dei più deboli, bambini, ammalati, anziani non autosufficienti, diversamente abili, una carezza, un sorriso, la sicurezza e la tranquillità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquillità, che la colomba bianca della pace, ci conduca verso quel grande e magico albero di Natale, e faccia trovare a tutti i cittadini del mondo, ogni giorno i suoi frutti preziosi, pane, acqua, amore, salute, uguaglianza, giustizia sociale, solidarietà e tanta serenità,&lt;br /&gt;Un Natale, dove tutti gli uomini della terra, si ritrovino in un unico e grande abbraccio, nella condivisione, con grande affettuosità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francesco Lena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4641929332631828874?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4641929332631828874/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4641929332631828874&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4641929332631828874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4641929332631828874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/12/auguro-tutti-voi-un-sereno-e-felice.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SUy732B-jLI/AAAAAAAAApI/Lfnjh29WRP8/s72-c/natale2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8316839261063859015</id><published>2008-08-17T18:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:00:03.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non respingere i sogni perchè sono sogni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SKhl6IarnjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Rj2z1PnF28/s1600-h/sogni1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SKhl6IarnjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Rj2z1PnF28/s320/sogni1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235546616184413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(75, 0, 130);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non respingere i sogni perché sono sogni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tutti i sogni possono essere realtà,&lt;br /&gt;se il sogno non finisce.&lt;br /&gt;La realtà è un sogno.&lt;br /&gt;Se sogniamo che la pietra è pietra,&lt;br /&gt;questo è la pietra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciò che scorre nei fiumi non è acqua,&lt;br /&gt;è un sognare, l'acqua, cristallina.&lt;br /&gt;La realtà traveste il sogno, e dice:&lt;br /&gt;"Io sono il sole, i cieli, l'amore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma mai si dilegua, mai passa,&lt;br /&gt;se fingiamo di credere&lt;br /&gt;che è più che un sogno.&lt;br /&gt;E viviamo sognandola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sognare è il mezzo che l'anima ha&lt;br /&gt;perché non le fugga mai&lt;br /&gt;ciò che fuggirebbe&lt;br /&gt;se smettessimo di sognare&lt;br /&gt;che è realtà ciò che non esiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muore solo un amore&lt;br /&gt;che ha smesso di essere sognato&lt;br /&gt;fatto materia&lt;br /&gt;e che si cerca sulla terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(75, 0, 130);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Salinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sogni.'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SKhl6IarnjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Rj2z1PnF28/s72-c/sogni1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8594708136998683953</id><published>2008-07-26T13:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:56:15.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SIwxTzUwBpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zo2V8It7Sbk/s1600-h/ombrellone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SIwxTzUwBpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zo2V8It7Sbk/s320/ombrellone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227607483734820498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blog temporaneamente chiuso.........&lt;br /&gt;Auguro  una bellissima estate a chi si affaccia da queste parti, per caso,  per sbaglio o per lasciare un saluto...&lt;br /&gt;BUONA VITA A TUTTI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8594708136998683953?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8594708136998683953/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8594708136998683953&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3541948053142895607</id><published>2008-06-14T17:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:00:04.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letteratura'/><title type='text'>parere ed essere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Le persone non sono ridicole se non quando vogliono parere&lt;br /&gt;o essere ciò che non sono. Il povero, l'ignorante, il rustico,&lt;br /&gt;il malato, il vecchio, non sono mai ridicoli mentre si contentano&lt;br /&gt;di parer tali, e si tengono nei limiti voluti da queste loro qualità:&lt;br /&gt;ma  sì bene quando il vecchio vuol parer giovane, il malato sano,&lt;br /&gt;il povero ricco, l'ignorante vuol fare dell'istruito, il rustico del cittadino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Gli stessi difetti corporali,  per gravo che fossero, non desterebbero&lt;br /&gt;che un riso passeggero, se l'uomo non si sforzasse di nasconderli,&lt;br /&gt;cioè non volesse parere di non averli, che è come dire diverso da chi egli è.&lt;br /&gt;Chi osserverà bene, vedrà che i nostri difetti e svantaggi non sono&lt;br /&gt;ridicoli essi, ma lo studio che noi poniamo per occultarli,&lt;br /&gt;e il voler fare come se non li  avessimo.&lt;br /&gt;Quelli che per farsi più amabili affettano un carattere morale diverso&lt;br /&gt;dal proprio, errano di gran lunga. Lo sforzo che dopo breve tempo&lt;br /&gt;non è possibile a sostenere che non divenga palese, e l'opposizione&lt;br /&gt;del carattere finto al vero, il quale da indi innanzi traspare di continuo,&lt;br /&gt;rendono la persona molto più disamabile e più spiacevole ch'ella non sarebbe&lt;br /&gt;dimostrando francamente e costantemente l'esser suo.&lt;br /&gt;Qualunque carattere più infelice, ha qualche parte non brutta, la quale,&lt;br /&gt;per esser vera, mettendola fuori opportunamente piacerà molto più,&lt;br /&gt;che ogni più bella qualità falsa.&lt;br /&gt;E generalmente, il voler essere ciò che non siamo, guasta ogni cosa al mondo:&lt;br /&gt;e non per altra causa riesce insopportabile una quantità di persone,&lt;br /&gt;che sarebbero amabilissime solo che si contentassero dell'esser loro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(da Pensieri - Giacomo Leopardi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3541948053142895607?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3541948053142895607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3541948053142895607&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3541948053142895607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3541948053142895607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/le-persone-non-sono-ridicole-se-non.html' title='parere ed essere'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3438956473617099183</id><published>2008-04-25T13:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:04:54.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sorriso lungo un anno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SBLidxUIQxI/AAAAAAAAAas/BXVBdjiUfZU/s1600-h/bimbi-unicef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193462321393451794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SBLidxUIQxI/AAAAAAAAAas/BXVBdjiUfZU/s200/bimbi-unicef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IL CLOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davanti allo specchio dipinge il suo viso,&lt;br /&gt;pochi tratti veloci per regalarsi un sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;per far sì che allo sguardo tu lo veda contento,&lt;br /&gt;ma nasconde sé stesso in un veloce momento.&lt;br /&gt;Nella voce e nei gesti, un po' mimo, un po' attore&lt;br /&gt;ancora una volta sa far tacere il suo cuore;&lt;br /&gt;e i dolori, i pensieri, le sue ansie di uomo&lt;br /&gt;sa trasformare per te in un piacevole dono.&lt;br /&gt;In questo mondo meschino&lt;br /&gt;che non sa più esser bambino&lt;br /&gt;sa trovar le parole per strapparti al dolore.&lt;br /&gt;E in un breve momento&lt;br /&gt;tra un sorriso e uno sguardo&lt;br /&gt;ti regala l'Amore;&lt;br /&gt;e per sé...nemmeno un rimpianto.&lt;br /&gt;[Melody-Vip Pavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clownterapia.it/sorridere/poesie.htm"&gt;http://www.clownterapia.it/sorridere/poesie.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho copiato questa poesia dal sito che appare sopra, chi più dei clown di corsia, come tutti i volontari impegnati in svariati campi, sanno regalare sorrisi a chi si trova in condizioni di sofferenza. La loro è una missione di gioia degna di grande ammirazione&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se volete aderire a questa iniziativa seguite il link di &lt;a href="http://www.comicomix.com/Sorriso_per_un_anno.asp"&gt;comicomix &lt;/a&gt;Quello che bisogna fare è dedicare soltanto 5 minuti del vostro tempo per scrivere un post che abbia come oggetto il tema del sorriso, i sorrisi non costano nulla ma possono dare tanto, possono dare un pò d'amore e scaldare il cuore. Con questo piccolo gesto anche voi potrete aiutare la lotta contro il &lt;a href="http://www.neuroblastoma.org/"&gt;neuroblastoma&lt;/a&gt; e regalare un sorriso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3438956473617099183?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3438956473617099183/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3438956473617099183&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3438956473617099183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3438956473617099183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-sorriso-lungo-un-anno.html' title='Un sorriso lungo un anno'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/SBLidxUIQxI/AAAAAAAAAas/BXVBdjiUfZU/s72-c/bimbi-unicef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1781316239723992845</id><published>2008-04-11T07:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:58:34.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content 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bruciano dentro&lt;br /&gt;affollano i pensieri e tu vorresti fuggire lontano&lt;br /&gt;Respirando tra i soffi del vento&lt;br /&gt;fremono i tuoi sensi&lt;br /&gt;L’essenza di una nuova conoscenza&lt;br /&gt;dietro l’ombra della luna&lt;br /&gt;E tu "Lacrime di ghiaccio"&lt;br /&gt;che vorresti di nuovo volare inseguendo i tuoi sogni&lt;br /&gt;questo dolore non avrà mai fine&lt;br /&gt;lascia cadere tra le onde i suoi artigli mortali&lt;br /&gt;sei sempre tu che aspetti&lt;br /&gt;un raggio di sole che illumini i passi&lt;br /&gt;un bacio rubato tra i silenzi di giovani amori&lt;br /&gt;emozioni che ti seguono nel cammino&lt;br /&gt;Tornare di nuovo nel vuoto reale, tempeste di umori&lt;br /&gt;continuare a spezzare le corde di nuovi dolori&lt;br /&gt;coscienza di un niente impalpabile di chi resta a guardare&lt;br /&gt;indifferenti passioni che scacci dall’animo tuo&lt;br /&gt;E ti lasci cadere&lt;br /&gt;senza timori&lt;br /&gt;guardi in alto e ti senti tradita&lt;br /&gt;dolce fiore che confondi&lt;br /&gt;E tu "Lacrime di ghiaccio"&lt;br /&gt;che vorresti di nuovo volare inseguendo i tuoi sogni&lt;br /&gt;questo dolore non avrà mai fine&lt;br /&gt;lascia cadere tra le onde i suoi artigli mortali&lt;br /&gt;sei sempre tu che aspetti&lt;br /&gt;un raggio di sole che illumini i passi&lt;br /&gt;un bacio rubato tra i silenzi di giovani amori&lt;br /&gt;emozioni che ti seguono nel cammino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non potevo non dedicare un post a questa canzone che trovo bellissima, non perchè sono di parte, ma perchè penso che sia veramente notevole sia per la musica, sia per la voce e sia per  i testi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se vi va ascoltatela.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1781316239723992845?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6911109956382758968</id><published>2008-03-13T16:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:17:30.697Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aspettando primavera&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R9lR79_TObI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0miPP6eLoK8/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177259337333291442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R9lR79_TObI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0miPP6eLoK8/s400/collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Risveglio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vorrei essere sempre per te, vita,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;come il fiore che durante la notte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dal sogno infinito di tesori&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;delle sue foglie chiuse,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dona, in un momento, aprendosi col giorno,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tutta l'essenza del suo sogno. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juan Ramon Jimenez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AUGURO A TUTTI VOI UNA SERENA PASQUA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6911109956382758968?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R9lR79_TObI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0miPP6eLoK8/s72-c/collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>74</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8901364754389503652</id><published>2008-02-29T20:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:45:44.854Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>il respiro del mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R8hv7jkYsFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cdo8U1MWGJ8/s1600-h/respiro+del+mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172507240985833554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R8hv7jkYsFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cdo8U1MWGJ8/s320/respiro+del+mare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il respiro del mare&lt;br /&gt;ora leggero ora energico&lt;br /&gt;un soffio dopo l’altro&lt;br /&gt;costante ritmo naturale.&lt;br /&gt;E’ una dolce melodia&lt;br /&gt;che ascolto in silenzio&lt;br /&gt;ad occhi chiusi.&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente mi abbandono&lt;br /&gt;mentre liberi i pensieri danzano&lt;br /&gt;con i ricordi più belli. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8901364754389503652?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8901364754389503652/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8901364754389503652&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6897312616933964237</id><published>2008-02-25T19:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:59:43.135Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R8MZDSchniI/AAAAAAAAAZI/g2JaSwdi6BQ/s1600-h/guardando+in+cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171004341433245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R8MZDSchniI/AAAAAAAAAZI/g2JaSwdi6BQ/s320/guardando+in+cielo.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiudi gli occhi e guarda dentro,&lt;br /&gt;con lo stesso sguardo assente,&lt;br /&gt;senza cercare nulla.&lt;br /&gt;I pensieri fluiscono, ma tu li cerchi e non li osservi:&lt;br /&gt;ti limiti a guardare.&lt;br /&gt;Se vengono, va bene; se non vengono, va bene ugualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Allora sei in grado di cogliere gli intervalli: un pensiero se ne va, un altro e' in arrivo, e, fra uno e l'atro, un intervallo.&lt;br /&gt;Poi vedrai che a poco a poco, il pensiero diviene trasparente:&lt;br /&gt;allora, anche mentre un pensiero sta passando di fronte a te,&lt;br /&gt;continui a essere cosciente dell' intervallo;&lt;br /&gt;continui a vedere il cielo che si nasconde dietro la nuvo&lt;/strong&gt;la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Osho) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6897312616933964237?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6897312616933964237/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R8MZDSchniI/AAAAAAAAAZI/g2JaSwdi6BQ/s72-c/guardando+in+cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4217044208166507547</id><published>2008-02-20T18:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:04:19.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Free love</title><content type='html'>e adesso un pò di musica! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="333"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.libero.it/static/swf/eltvplayer.swf?id=f296e19a75850244fdaa96f8e42094db.flv&amp;ap=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.libero.it/static/swf/eltvplayer.swf?id=f296e19a75850244fdaa96f8e42094db.flv&amp;ap=0" width="400" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7XkiSchnfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/20iSld3SJ4o/s320/ITW_01103_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7XjwichneI/AAAAAAAAAYo/979frf60jkQ/s1600-h/INTO%2520THE%2520WILD_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167286570497187298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7XjwichneI/AAAAAAAAAYo/979frf60jkQ/s320/INTO%2520THE%2520WILD_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nella vita quello che conta non è essere forti ma sentirsi forti e se vuoi qualcosa veramente datti da fare e prendila…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christopher McCandless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7XjjCchndI/AAAAAAAAAYg/czexyhdk5is/s1600-h/ITW_CZ_01072_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6618233703848671290?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6618233703848671290/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6618233703848671290&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6618233703848671290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6618233703848671290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/02/into-wilde.html' title='Into the wild'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7XkiSchnfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/20iSld3SJ4o/s72-c/ITW_01103_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-779471058465814491</id><published>2008-02-13T21:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:02:52.594Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buon San Valentino a tutti! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correva l'anno 1982 ricordo due ragazzi innamorati passaggiare mano nella mano...&lt;br /&gt;Anno 2008 quei ragazzi sono diventati grandi e passeggiano ancora mano nella mano..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iykqNRi7dF4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iykqNRi7dF4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correggo l'ultima frase:&lt;br /&gt;...solo per noi due passerà il tempo, ma non passerà questa lunga storia d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicato a te che mi stai ancora accanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-779471058465814491?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/779471058465814491/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=779471058465814491&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/779471058465814491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/779471058465814491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/02/buon-san-valentino-tutti-una-bellissima.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8378922016818465439</id><published>2008-02-12T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:10:37.757Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7HZ3ichnbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Yh_meFooYEA/s1600-h/rosa+bianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7HZ3ichnbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Yh_meFooYEA/s200/rosa+bianca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166149795733151154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://d-mensione.blogspot.com/2008/01/premio-d-eci-e-lode.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img alt="Premio D eci e lode" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99Y097eAQYg/R4yfLrwdnAI/AAAAAAAAALk/WW_Kys2uouk/S150/premio10elode.gif" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORPRESA!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Questo premio mi è stato assegnato da Esidra, una persona veramente speciale, ed è con enorme piacere che l'accetto. GRAZIE white rose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesso, come di consueto, devo assegnare il premio ad altre persone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saretta per la sua dolce spontaneità&lt;br /&gt;Frespirtman per la sua sensibilità  &lt;br /&gt;Orchideablu per l'amore che fa respirare nei suoi post&lt;br /&gt;Eclisse di luce per la sua tenerezza&lt;br /&gt;Faraluna per la sua dolcezza e per le emozioni che regala.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;per il regolamento cliccate sulla targa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8378922016818465439?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8378922016818465439/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8378922016818465439&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8378922016818465439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8378922016818465439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorpresa-questo-premio-mi-stato.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R7HZ3ichnbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Yh_meFooYEA/s72-c/rosa+bianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3508166058394065036</id><published>2008-02-05T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:01:25.316Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R6gzhTNgLTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Fnu710VT3Pw/s1600-h/cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163433619965881650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R6gzhTNgLTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Fnu710VT3Pw/s320/cielo.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alla fine scoprirai che le cose più leggere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;son le uniche che il vento non è riuscito a portar via&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un ritornello antico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;una carezza al momento giusto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo sfogliare un libro di poesie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l'odore stesso che aveva un giorno il vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mario Quintana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3508166058394065036?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3508166058394065036/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3508166058394065036&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3508166058394065036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3508166058394065036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/02/alla-fine-scoprirai-che-le-cose-pi.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R6gzhTNgLTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Fnu710VT3Pw/s72-c/cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4998226992010242573</id><published>2008-02-02T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:31:27.537Z</updated><title type='text'>blogaward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R6TJVjNgLRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2cvW3u_VqKA/s1600-h/blogaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162472444939742482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R6TJVjNgLRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2cvW3u_VqKA/s200/blogaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Che dire... non ho parole! Un'altra targa !!&lt;br /&gt;Per questo devo ringrazire, ancora una volta, il grande &lt;a href="http://freespiritman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freespiritman&lt;/a&gt; che mi ha nominata , devo dire che non me l'aspettavo, ed è con enorme piacere che l'accetto.&lt;br /&gt;GRAZIEEE FREE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come ho già scritto nel post precedente nominerei tutti i blog che leggo perchè, proprio perchè li leggo, li trovo interessanti e piacevoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non faccio i nomi di 10 persone ma solo di 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookingformyworld.wordpress.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; perchè mi piace come scrive, e &lt;a href="http://alinuska-koala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alinuska&lt;/a&gt; per il suo coraggio di affrontare nuove avventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4998226992010242573?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4998226992010242573/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4998226992010242573&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4998226992010242573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4998226992010242573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogaward.html' title='blogaward'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R6TJVjNgLRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2cvW3u_VqKA/s72-c/blogaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3862052940005285923</id><published>2008-01-30T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:18:08.436Z</updated><title type='text'>"Devo finire un sogno" di Antonio Porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwXMjOeHyag&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwXMjOeHyag&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per caso mentre tu dormi&lt;br /&gt;per un involontario movimento delle dita&lt;br /&gt;ti faccio il solletico e tu ridi&lt;br /&gt;ridi senza svegliarti&lt;br /&gt;così soddisfatta del tuo corpo ridi&lt;br /&gt;approvi la vita anche nel sonno&lt;br /&gt;come quel giorno che mi hai detto:&lt;br /&gt;lasciami dormire, devo finire un sogno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tratta da “Come può un poeta essere amato?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3862052940005285923?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3862052940005285923/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3862052940005285923&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3862052940005285923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3862052940005285923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/devo-finire-un-sogno-di-antonio-porta.html' title='&quot;Devo finire un sogno&quot; di Antonio Porta'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5291534484422141003</id><published>2008-01-27T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:12:25.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Per non dimenticare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R50EITNgLMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Bce9hQGS5T0/s1600-h/Mauthausen2-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160285288678829250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R50EITNgLMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Bce9hQGS5T0/s320/Mauthausen2-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 27 GENNAIO 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Considerate se questo è un uomo&lt;br /&gt;Che lavora nel fango&lt;br /&gt;Che non conosce pace&lt;br /&gt;Che lotta per un pezzo di pane&lt;br /&gt;Che muore per un sì o per un no. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;em&gt;Primo LEVI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5291534484422141003?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5291534484422141003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5291534484422141003&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5291534484422141003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5291534484422141003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/per-non-dimenticare.html' title='Per non dimenticare'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R50EITNgLMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Bce9hQGS5T0/s72-c/Mauthausen2-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4955360759110901292</id><published>2008-01-27T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:48:38.162Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ggx2-NqTDQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ggx2-NqTDQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/599686606585591112-4955360759110901292?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4955360759110901292/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4955360759110901292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4955360759110901292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4955360759110901292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/penso-che-trasmetta-emozioni-con-le-sue.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5474248862939946050</id><published>2008-01-23T21:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:01:56.747Z</updated><title type='text'>thinking blogger award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R5hge6vjqKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EdKMjR_3-Do/s1600-h/thinkingblogger2ql6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158979457433970850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R5hge6vjqKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EdKMjR_3-Do/s200/thinkingblogger2ql6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e toccata anche a me la nomination e, anche se non amo molto i meme, a questo non potevo proprio sottrarmi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ringrazio &lt;a href="http://freespiritman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freespirtman &lt;/a&gt;e &lt;a href="http://equilibriotraleparti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saretta&lt;/a&gt; perchè hanno pensato a me motivando la scelta con pensieri molto carini di cui sono stata onorata e che mi hanno reso davvero molto contenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A questo punto devo nominare qualcuno (nominerei tutti i blog che leggo) ma, visto che ormai quasi tutti hanno avuto la targa, non mi resta che fare il nome di:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelirossana.blogspot.com/"&gt;ECLISSE DI LUCE&lt;/a&gt; per la sua dolcezza e sensibità che traspare da quello che scrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dovrà accettare la nomina&lt;br /&gt;- lasciare un link al post originale &lt;a href="http://www.thethinkungblog.com/"&gt;http://www.thethinkungblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- inserire nel post il logo del "THINKING BLOGGER AWARD"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- nominare a sua volta chi desidera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5474248862939946050?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5474248862939946050/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5474248862939946050&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5474248862939946050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5474248862939946050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/thinking-blogger-award.html' title='thinking blogger award'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R5hge6vjqKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EdKMjR_3-Do/s72-c/thinkingblogger2ql6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2015421827628689896</id><published>2008-01-19T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:30:10.614Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R5H_FViSxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aasaDir3UC8/s1600-h/butterfly-copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157183515461338418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R5H_FViSxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aasaDir3UC8/s200/butterfly-copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Non farsi condizionare dai problemi di ogni giorno, avere sempre un atteggiamento positivo, pensare serenamente e lasciar volar la fantasia...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Solo dei poeti, ormai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;solo della gente che lascia il cuore volare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;che lascia la propria fantasia senza la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pesantezza del quotidiano, è capace di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensare diversamente, ed è questo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;di cui oggi avremmo bisogno"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(T.Terzani) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2015421827628689896?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2015421827628689896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2015421827628689896&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2015421827628689896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2015421827628689896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/non-farsi-condizionare-dai-problemi-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R5H_FViSxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aasaDir3UC8/s72-c/butterfly-copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2575559518104031372</id><published>2007-12-30T08:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:03:55.252Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149685958556435714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R3dcGFiSxQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GH9Lrs8QSsk/s320/ti_auguro_buon_anno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......ti auguro il tempo autentico dove tu possa sentirti felice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUON ANNO A TUTTI!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2575559518104031372?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2575559518104031372/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2575559518104031372&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2575559518104031372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2575559518104031372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/12/buon-anno-tutti.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R3dcGFiSxQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GH9Lrs8QSsk/s72-c/ti_auguro_buon_anno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7158415458392230905</id><published>2007-12-22T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:34:51.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Buone Feste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R3KswliSxPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LdNltPW2Pvo/s1600-h/Buone-Feste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148367274747544818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R3KswliSxPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LdNltPW2Pvo/s400/Buone-Feste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R2zXoliSxDI/AAAAAAAAATw/s1gorb5WfwY/s1600-h/buon_natale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146725566448321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R2zXoliSxDI/AAAAAAAAATw/s1gorb5WfwY/s400/buon_natale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A TUTTI GLI AMICI CHE PASSERANNO DI QUA' E ANCHE A QUELLI CHE NON PASSERANNO , AUGURO UN NATALE RICCO DI SERENITA' E PACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGURI MONDO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN ABBRACCIO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7158415458392230905?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7158415458392230905/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7158415458392230905&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7158415458392230905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7158415458392230905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/12/buon-natale.html' title='Buone Feste'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/R3KswliSxPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LdNltPW2Pvo/s72-c/Buone-Feste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1619663056919664248</id><published>2007-11-06T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:24:37.165Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RzCNpxz3VXI/AAAAAAAAATY/g4nr5jj4Abo/s1600-h/rosa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129755724460021106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RzCNpxz3VXI/AAAAAAAAATY/g4nr5jj4Abo/s320/rosa+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ebbene si..è arrivato anche questo compleanno! AUGURI A ME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sono un bel pò di anni che vivo questa bellissima avventura che è la vita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con i suoi sentieri impervi, dove sembra che ti manchi la terra sotto i piedi e le difficoltà nell'attraversarli sono grandi, con le sue strade alberate, illuminate dai raggi del sole dove camminare è meraviglioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voglio viverla tutta questa vita in ogni suo risvolto emozionandomi, sorridendo, amando e se serve anche piangendo, e....... continuare questa meravigliosa avventura spero per molto tempo ancora.... Grazie vita! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1619663056919664248?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1619663056919664248/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1619663056919664248&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1619663056919664248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1619663056919664248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/11/ebbene-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RzCNpxz3VXI/AAAAAAAAATY/g4nr5jj4Abo/s72-c/rosa+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8748936407260126045</id><published>2007-10-10T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:31:43.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>Per il mio cuore basta il tuo petto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rw02HTbmmGI/AAAAAAAAATM/rxEeErNfmM4/s1600-h/3msc28md.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119807850493155426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rw02HTbmmGI/AAAAAAAAATM/rxEeErNfmM4/s320/3msc28md.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Per il mio cuore basta il tuo petto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;per la tua libertà bastano le mie ali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dalla mia bocca arriverà fino al cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ciò che stava sopito sulla tua anima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E' in te l'illusione di ogni giorno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Giungi come la rugiada sulle corolle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Scavi l'orizzonte con la tua assenza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eternamente in fuga come l'onda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ho detto che cantavi nel vento come i pini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e come gli alberi maestri delle navi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Come quelli sei alta e taciturna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E di colpo ti rattristi, come un viaggio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Accogliente come una vecchia strada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ti popolano echi e voci nostalgiche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Io mi sento svegliato e a volte migrano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e fuggono gli uccelli che dormivano nella tua anima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(P.Neruda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8748936407260126045?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rw02HTbmmGI/AAAAAAAAATM/rxEeErNfmM4/s72-c/3msc28md.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1171274637254866160</id><published>2007-10-06T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:16:39.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RwfCEjbmmFI/AAAAAAAAATE/y4XeHMb06kQ/s1600-h/raingeisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118272885016139858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RwfCEjbmmFI/AAAAAAAAATE/y4XeHMb06kQ/s200/raingeisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girerò per le strade finché non sarò stanca morta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saprò vivere sola e fissare negli occhi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ogni volto che passa e restare sempre la stessa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo fresco che sale a cercarmi le vene &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;è un risveglio che mai nel mattino ho provato &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;così vero: soltanto, mi sento più forte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;che il mio corpo, e un tremore più feddo&lt;br /&gt;accompagna il mattino. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son lontani i mattini che avevo vent'anni. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E domani, ventuno: domani uscirò per le strade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ne ricordo ogni sasso e le strisce di cielo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da domani la gente riprende a vedermi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sarò ritta in piedi e potrò soffermarmi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e specchiarmi in vetrine. I mattini di un tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ero giovane e non lo sapevo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nemmeno sapevo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;di essere io che passavo-una donna, padrona &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;di se stessa. La magra bambina che fui &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;si è svegliata da un pianto non fosse mai stato. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desidero solo colori. I colori non piangono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sono come un risveglio: domani i colori &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;torneranno. Ciascuna uscirà per la strada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ogni corpo un colore-perfino i bambini. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo corpo vestito di rosso leggero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dopo tanto pallore riavrà la sua vita. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentirò intorno a me scivolare gli sguardi e&lt;br /&gt;saprò d'esser io: gettando un'occhiata, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi vedrò tra la gente. Ogni nuovo mattino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uscirò per le strade cercando i colori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(di Cesare Pavese) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1171274637254866160?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1171274637254866160/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1171274637254866160&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1171274637254866160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1171274637254866160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/10/girer-per-le-strade-finch-non-sar.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RwfCEjbmmFI/AAAAAAAAATE/y4XeHMb06kQ/s72-c/raingeisha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7033377554972834698</id><published>2007-09-30T17:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:38:33.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme "Aiutiamo la Birmania"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rv_PgEZsFkI/AAAAAAAAASs/FFngN8QURLs/s1600-h/uid_11551f3c7f7_580_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116035851560425026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rv_PgEZsFkI/AAAAAAAAASs/FFngN8QURLs/s320/uid_11551f3c7f7_580_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: questo è un nuovo tipo di protesta on-line che usa i blog per diffondere una petizione a livello globale. Per partecipare, aggiungi il tuo blog seguendo le istruzioni che troverai in questo post.&lt;br /&gt;Questa non è una questione di partiti politici, questo è un problema di diritti umani basilari e democrazia.&lt;br /&gt;Per piacere aiutate a prevenire una tragedia nella Birmania/Myanmar aggiungendo il vostro blog e chiedendo ad altri di fare lo stesso. Facendo circolare questo meme attraverso la blogosfera probabilmente potremmo portare più sensibilità sul problema ed evitare una seria tragedia.&lt;br /&gt;Come cittadini del mondo, questo è qualcosa che i blogger possono fare per aiutare.Come partecipare. 1. Copiare questo intero post nel tuo blog, compreso questo numero: 1081081081234;2. Dopo alcuni giorni puoi &lt;a href="http://www.google.it/search?hl=it&amp;amp;q=1081081081234&amp;amp;btnG=Cerca+con+Google&amp;amp;meta="&gt;cercare con Google il numero 1081081081234&lt;/a&gt; per trovare tutti i blog che partecipano a questa protesta e petizione.Nota: Google indicizza i blog a differenti livelli, per cui è possibile che ci voglia più tempo perché il tuo blog appaia tra i risultati. Indipendentemente dalla traduzione il numero rimane identico e perciò valido.&lt;br /&gt;La situazione nella Birmania/Myanmar ci riguarda tutti.Non c'è libertà di stampa nella Birmania/Myanmar e il governo ha incominciato a bloccare Internet e altri mezzi di comunicazione, per cui è difficile ottenere le notizie dall'esterno. Singole persone sul campo stanno mandando i loro comunicati alla BBC e sono sconcertanti. &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7011884.stm"&gt;Vi incoraggio a leggere questi resoconti per vedere da voi quello che sta succedendo nella Birmania/Myanmar&lt;/a&gt; (in inglese). &lt;a href="http://news.google.it/news?q=birmania&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=news_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;Qui, invece, le notizie raccolte da Google in italiano sulla Birmania&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La situazione nella Birmania/Myanmar è sempre più pericolosa. Centinaia di migliaia di protestanti pacifici e disarmati, compresi monaci e monache, stanno rischiando le loro vite marciando per la democrazia contro una dittatura impopolare, ma ben armata che non si fermerà pur di continuare il suo dominio repressivo.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre i generali al potere e le loro famiglie sono letteralmente grondanti di oro e diamanti, la popolazione della Birmania/Myanmar è impoverita, privata dei diritti umani basilari, tagliata fuori dal resto del mondo e sempre più sotto la minaccia della violenza.Questa settimana la popolazione della Birmania/Myanmar si è sollevata collettivamente nella più grande dimostrazione pubblica contro la dittatura militare dominante da decenni. È una dimostrazione di coraggio, decoro e democrazia attiva sorprendente. Ma nonostante queste proteste siano pacifiche, i despoti militari stanno incominciando a reprimerle con la violenza.&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono già state almeno alcune morti confermate, e centinaia di feriti gravi causati dagli scontri tra soldati e cittadini disarmati.In numero attuale di vittime e feriti è probabilmente di gran lunga peggiore, ma le uniche notizie che abbiamo vengono da singole persone che riescono a far passare i loro resoconti attraverso il cordone imposto dalle autorità. Sfortunatamente sembra che presto potrà esserci un bagno di sangue su larga scala, e le vittime saranno per lo più donne, bambini, gli anziani e i monaci e monache disarmate.&lt;br /&gt;Contrariamente a quello che i governi birmano, cinese e russo hanno affermato, questo non è solo un problema di politica interna, è un problema di importanza globale e colpisce la comunità globale. Come cittadini interessati non possiamo permettere che qualunque governo, in nessun luogo al mondo, usi la sua forza militare per attaccare e uccidere cittadini disarmati che stanno dimostrando pacificamente.In questi tempi moderni, la violenza contro civili disarmati non è accettabile e se è permesso che accada, senza serie conseguenze per i suoi perpetratori, questo crea un precedente perché succeda ancora da qualche altra parte.&lt;br /&gt;Se vogliamo un mondo pacifico, spetta ad ognuno di noi opporre resistenza personalmente contro questi problemi fondamentali, dovunque essi si presentino.Per piacere unitevi a me nel chiedere al governo birmano di negoziare pacificamente con i suoi cittadini, e alla Cina di intervenire per prevenire ulteriore violenza. E per piacere, aiutate a sollevare l'attenzione degli sviluppi della Birmania/Myanmar così che sia possibile evitare un disastro umano su larga scala.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie.&lt;br /&gt;Ringrazio Faraluna per avermi nominata e Ross. Non potevo tirarmi indietro per una questione umanitaria così importante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nomino tre persone sperando nella loro disponibilità:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eclisse di luce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saretta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7033377554972834698?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7033377554972834698/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7033377554972834698&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7033377554972834698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7033377554972834698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/09/nota-questo-un-nuovo-tipo-di-protesta.html' title='Meme &quot;Aiutiamo la Birmania&quot;'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rv_PgEZsFkI/AAAAAAAAASs/FFngN8QURLs/s72-c/uid_11551f3c7f7_580_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-917070511787132826</id><published>2007-09-27T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:16:58.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RvvoCEZsFjI/AAAAAAAAASk/yEdGXffj_FA/s1600-h/autunno_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114936924048201266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RvvoCEZsFjI/AAAAAAAAASk/yEdGXffj_FA/s400/autunno_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;è arrivato.....lentamente....l'autunno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-917070511787132826?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/917070511787132826/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=917070511787132826&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/917070511787132826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/917070511787132826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/09/arrivato.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RvvoCEZsFjI/AAAAAAAAASk/yEdGXffj_FA/s72-c/autunno_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3196536973980301024</id><published>2007-09-20T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:04:37.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RvK1p5xuR0I/AAAAAAAAASc/71xUF_7VV-U/s1600-h/riflessi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112348258507573058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RvK1p5xuR0I/AAAAAAAAASc/71xUF_7VV-U/s320/riflessi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seduta qui…in balia dei miei pensieri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che pensieri non sono.&lt;br /&gt;Immagini che scorrono velocemente ..&lt;br /&gt;come diapositive senza ordine temporale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improvvise sensazioni di gioia , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;di tristezza, di ansia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....per qualcosa che avverrà o forse no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disordine mentale.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attendo l'arrivo delle nubi, so che arriveranno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;per destare questa calma apparente che è in me.&lt;br /&gt;e nell’attesa rimango inerme&lt;br /&gt;...senza me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3196536973980301024?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3196536973980301024/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3196536973980301024&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3196536973980301024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3196536973980301024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/09/seduta-quiin-balia-dei-miei-pensieri.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RvK1p5xuR0I/AAAAAAAAASc/71xUF_7VV-U/s72-c/riflessi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5884495063503431161</id><published>2007-08-31T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:29:40.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>il vento dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rthd0chFG0I/AAAAAAAAASI/wiraHy0ha7E/s1600-h/il-vento-non-sa-leggere-800x560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104933333213977410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rthd0chFG0I/AAAAAAAAASI/wiraHy0ha7E/s320/il-vento-non-sa-leggere-800x560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io...&lt;br /&gt;sento che devo uscire,&lt;br /&gt;diventare vento,&lt;br /&gt;ostinato,&lt;br /&gt;e soffiare&lt;br /&gt;per pulire il mio cielo&lt;br /&gt;dalle nuvole di piombo&lt;br /&gt;che lo turbano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbattere gli alberi morti&lt;br /&gt;che popolano il mio bosco interiore&lt;br /&gt;e far cadere le foglie secche&lt;br /&gt;nell'autunno della mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soffiare caparbio&lt;br /&gt;negli spazi nascosti&lt;br /&gt;nei sentieri dell'anima,&lt;br /&gt;senza mai lasciare&lt;br /&gt;che la polvere si depositi&lt;br /&gt;sulla mia felicità&lt;br /&gt;seppelendola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Massimo Zanetti da Il Vento dentro) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5884495063503431161?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5884495063503431161/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5884495063503431161&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5884495063503431161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5884495063503431161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/il-vento-dentro.html' title='il vento dentro'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rthd0chFG0I/AAAAAAAAASI/wiraHy0ha7E/s72-c/il-vento-non-sa-leggere-800x560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2488122941894679503</id><published>2007-08-29T19:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:43:22.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCSkWr7zJYs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCSkWr7zJYs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'unica cosa che ho capito è: SOLIDARIETA' e COLLETTIVITA'!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2488122941894679503?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://acmedelpensiero.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-20-e-collettivit.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2488122941894679503/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2488122941894679503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2488122941894679503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2488122941894679503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8081949643866422965</id><published>2007-08-22T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:06:22.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ATTIMI............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsyHYshFGxI/AAAAAAAAARw/WYvJFXDdCZ0/s1600-h/tramonto+con+Stromboli+by+Alba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101601336240446226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsyHYshFGxI/AAAAAAAAARw/WYvJFXDdCZ0/s400/tramonto+con+Stromboli+by+Alba.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; DI LUCE........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsyG_chFGwI/AAAAAAAAARo/MQzR9SPsPYY/s1600-h/sole+nascosto+by+Alba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101600902448749314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsyG_chFGwI/AAAAAAAAARo/MQzR9SPsPYY/s400/sole+nascosto+by+Alba.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foto by Albachiara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8081949643866422965?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8081949643866422965/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8081949643866422965&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8081949643866422965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8081949643866422965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/attimi.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsyHYshFGxI/AAAAAAAAARw/WYvJFXDdCZ0/s72-c/tramonto+con+Stromboli+by+Alba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2805242348656194029</id><published>2007-08-16T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:35:45.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVRB3ZW4TtM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVRB3ZW4TtM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiagge...e mare!&lt;br /&gt;Loro si che hanno la capacità di liberare la nostra mente!&lt;br /&gt;Il corpo si scalda al sole, i pensieri brutti volano via; ti ritrovi tu e l'orizzone dove ti perdi!&lt;br /&gt;In un momento solo non pensi nè al futuro nè al passato! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2805242348656194029?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2805242348656194029/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2805242348656194029&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2805242348656194029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2805242348656194029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8422973679946489123</id><published>2007-08-14T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:21:44.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsH_TR9cJXI/AAAAAAAAARA/0b3n1XWl7ww/s1600-h/calabria+83.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098636959863809394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsH_TR9cJXI/AAAAAAAAARA/0b3n1XWl7ww/s320/calabria+83.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto di Albachiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siamo arrivati a Ferragosto...certo mi sarebbe piaciuto starmene al mare e magari la sera un bel falò sulla spiaggia, un pò di amici, una chitarra....come qualche anno fa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUON FERRAGOSTO a chi è ancora in vacanza, a chi ancora deve andare, a chi è rimasto in città, a chi lavora, insomma a tutti....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8422973679946489123?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8422973679946489123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8422973679946489123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8422973679946489123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8422973679946489123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/foto-di-albachiara-siamo-arrivati.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RsH_TR9cJXI/AAAAAAAAARA/0b3n1XWl7ww/s72-c/calabria+83.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7013215896775689475</id><published>2007-07-24T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:53:20.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RqYQzB9cJTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xwhS3Kt84_I/s1600-h/spiaggia-tropea+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090774897674429746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RqYQzB9cJTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xwhS3Kt84_I/s400/spiaggia-tropea+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Spiaggia di Tropea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lascio il blog per qualche giorno..VADO IN FERIE                                                                                 Il mare mi aspetta.....                                                                                                                                 Un saluto speciale a tutte le persone che passeranno da queste parti!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CIAO.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7013215896775689475?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7013215896775689475/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7013215896775689475&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7013215896775689475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7013215896775689475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/spiaggia-di-tropea-lascio-il-blog-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RqYQzB9cJTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xwhS3Kt84_I/s72-c/spiaggia-tropea+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-36782987160650481</id><published>2007-07-20T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:51:04.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RqD_7F647mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/d1-akXxvWYA/s1600-h/sabbia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089348969595203170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RqD_7F647mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/d1-akXxvWYA/s320/sabbia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME FAR DURARE UN AMORE&lt;br /&gt;(di Anonimo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mamma e un bambino stanno camminando sulla spiaggia. Ad un certo punto il bambino dice: "Come si fa a mantenere un amore?"La mamma guarda il figlio e poi gli risponde: "Raccogli un po' di sabbia e stringi il pugno...."&lt;br /&gt;Il bambino stringe la mano attorno alla sabbia e vede che più stringe più la sabbia gli esce dalla mano. "Mamma, ma la sabbia scappa!!!""Lo so, ora tieni la mano completamente aperta..."&lt;br /&gt;Il bambino ubbidisce, ma una folata di vento porta via la sabbia rimanente. "Anche così non riesco a tenerla!"La mamma, sempre sorridendo: "Adesso raccogline un altro po' e tienila nella mano aperta come se fosse un cucchiaio... abbastanza chiusa per custodirla e abbastanza aperta per la libertà."&lt;br /&gt;Il bambino riprova e la sabbia non sfugge dalla mano ed e protetta dal vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ecco come far durare un amore..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;penso che sia una grande verita.!! Lo pensate anche voi?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-36782987160650481?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/36782987160650481/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=36782987160650481&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/36782987160650481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/36782987160650481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/come-far-durare-un-amore-di-anonimo-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RqD_7F647mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/d1-akXxvWYA/s72-c/sabbia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1214013601860006616</id><published>2007-07-16T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:52:02.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immagini'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpueV1647lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gRIMautwPMs/s1600-h/roma+notte+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087834302133628498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpueV1647lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gRIMautwPMs/s320/roma+notte+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpudRV647kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mgRGybACa84/s1600-h/roma+notte+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087833125312589378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpudRV647kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mgRGybACa84/s320/roma+notte+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpucBF647hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7PVPGNB-IYM/s1600-h/roma+notte+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087831746628087314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpucBF647hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7PVPGNB-IYM/s320/roma+notte+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dalla terrazza di Castel Sant'Angelo.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peccato che le foto non rendono, quello che si vede da lassù è qualcosa di meraviglioso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....Roma è Roma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1214013601860006616?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1214013601860006616/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1214013601860006616&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1214013601860006616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1214013601860006616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/dalla-terrazza-di-castel-santangelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpueV1647lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gRIMautwPMs/s72-c/roma+notte+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8023601815177007484</id><published>2007-07-14T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:07:14.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpkCIF647gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fxyCI9YQR_o/s1600-h/Nicotera3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099592143072770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpkCIF647gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fxyCI9YQR_o/s320/Nicotera3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E va bene carissima Orchideablu mi hai nominata e non posso certo tirarmi indietro!! &lt;/div&gt;Rispondo alle domande del "meme" (ho appreso dolo adesso il significato di questa parola)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domande:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Vacanze al mare, in montagna o altro?&lt;br /&gt;2- Cosa apprezzate di più dalle vacanze?&lt;br /&gt;3- Se ci andate, dove andate quest'anno e in che pieriodo?&lt;br /&gt;4- Quale vacanza sognate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risposte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Mare...mare... mare... decisamente mare, perchè potrei stare delle ore a guardarlo e sentire&lt;br /&gt;     il rumore delle onde, per poter camminare sulla sabbia e sentire l'acqua che ti bagna i piedi,&lt;br /&gt;     perchè adoro i tramonti sul mare, perchè quando fa tanto caldo posso tuffarmi in acqua, e...&lt;br /&gt;     insomma il mare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- dalle vacanze apprezzo il fatto che non c'è la sveglia che suona al mattino, che la sera posso&lt;br /&gt;     fare tardi tranquillamente, che non ci sono orari e non ci sono impegni, insomma che posso&lt;br /&gt;     fare quello che mi pare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- 15 giorni ultima settimana di luglio e la prima d'agosto, destinazione Nicotera in Calabria che&lt;br /&gt;     è il paese dove sono nata, naturalmente al mare! (vedi foto sopra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Un viaggio in giro per i paesi del nord Europa , Irlanda, Norvegia, Svezia, Finlanda, Islanda&lt;br /&gt;     per poter guardare il sole di mezzanotte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non nomino nessuno anche perchè ormai penso che siano stati tutti nominati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8023601815177007484?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8023601815177007484/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8023601815177007484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8023601815177007484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8023601815177007484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpkCIF647gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fxyCI9YQR_o/s72-c/Nicotera3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8655010941366937314</id><published>2007-07-12T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:52:41.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpaGJ1647fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6log8hJ7g8M/s1600-h/20060402191858_tramonto_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086400332812578290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpaGJ1647fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6log8hJ7g8M/s320/20060402191858_tramonto_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La sera, come tutte le sere, venne la sera. Non c'è niente da fare: quella è una cosa che non guarda in faccia a nessuno. Succede e basta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non importa che razza di giorno arriva a spegnere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magari era stato un giorno eccezionale, ma non cambia nulla. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arriva e lo spegne. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A.Baricco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8655010941366937314?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8655010941366937314/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8655010941366937314&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8655010941366937314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8655010941366937314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-sera-come-tutte-le-sere-venne-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpaGJ1647fI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6log8hJ7g8M/s72-c/20060402191858_tramonto_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7401759214773665000</id><published>2007-07-08T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:05:51.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpDZIIkME4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5y2SxpDDmkc/s1600-h/b06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084802713062740866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpDZIIkME4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5y2SxpDDmkc/s320/b06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il tempo passa…inesorabilmente passa..&lt;br /&gt;i minuti scorrono… veloci..&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei poterlo fermarlo questo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;ma lui passa…passa…&lt;br /&gt;è più veloce di me…&lt;br /&gt;Penso a tutte le volte che&lt;br /&gt;lo sprechiamo, facciamo passare anche giorni&lt;br /&gt;ad essere arrabbiati, a non parlare, ad essere tristi&lt;br /&gt;chiudendoci nei nostri pensieri&lt;br /&gt;senza pensare che quel tempo prezioso&lt;br /&gt;non possiamo più recuperarlo&lt;br /&gt;sono giorni persi….è tempo perso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E intanto il corso della vita prosegue&lt;br /&gt;…inevitabilmente… inesorabilmente….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7401759214773665000?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7401759214773665000/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7401759214773665000&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7401759214773665000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7401759214773665000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/il-tempo-passainesorabilmente-passa-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RpDZIIkME4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5y2SxpDDmkc/s72-c/b06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7262362877494855588</id><published>2007-07-02T21:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:53:34.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rolhj4kME3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/lY-ndzrX6bk/s1600-h/mare+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082700923571802994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rolhj4kME3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/lY-ndzrX6bk/s400/mare+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amare se stessi e' l'inizio di una storia d'amore lunga tutta la vita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7262362877494855588?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7262362877494855588/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7262362877494855588&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7262362877494855588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7262362877494855588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/amare-se-stessi-e-linizio-di-una-storia.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rolhj4kME3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/lY-ndzrX6bk/s72-c/mare+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7499508186116149020</id><published>2007-06-29T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:13:49.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RoU58IkME1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4bEJb5595MM/s1600-h/seagull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081531459811677010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RoU58IkME1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4bEJb5595MM/s400/seagull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Da bambina mi chiedevo quali mondi sconosciuti potevano esserci oltre l'orizzonte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era un mistero chi mi affascinava e mi faceva stare lì ad osservare quella linea immaginaria per lungo tempo, facendomi fantasticare e sognare. Chissà cosa c'era, chissà come era quel posto, impossibile da raggiungere, dove il cielo e il mare si toccavano dove anche il sole, quando tramontava, si univa a loro creando bellissimi giochi di colore. Allo stesso tempo mi assaliva una sottile tristezza perché non potevo vedere cosa si nascondeva oltre. Un giorno, dicevo, andrò a scoprire cosa c'è dietro quella linea, cosa c'è dietro l'orizzonte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E' buffo come ancora adesso, a distanza di tanti anni, guardando quella linea lontana mi ritrovo a sognare e a fantasticare, ancora....adesso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7499508186116149020?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7499508186116149020/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7499508186116149020&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7499508186116149020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7499508186116149020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/quando-ero-piccola-mi-chiedevo-quali.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RoU58IkME1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4bEJb5595MM/s72-c/seagull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5855093213146631628</id><published>2007-06-23T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:54:10.894+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Ascolterai il mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rn0uW-WBQaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JZRNScuAQaw/s1600-h/Glamour07G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079266926971142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rn0uW-WBQaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JZRNScuAQaw/s400/Glamour07G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/doppialinea"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/doppialinea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASCOLTERAI IL MARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/doppialinea"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Così dal mondo&lt;br /&gt;proverai a capire&lt;br /&gt;allineando&lt;br /&gt;in fretta le tue idee&lt;br /&gt;per capire cose che&lt;br /&gt;nessuno ti sa dire&lt;br /&gt;cercherai oltre&lt;br /&gt;un mare di parole&lt;br /&gt;le tue emozioni&lt;br /&gt;armi per lottare&lt;br /&gt;per capire quello che&lt;br /&gt;è scritto nel destino&lt;br /&gt;E ascolterai il mare&lt;br /&gt;nel vento le tue paure&lt;br /&gt;è un linguaggio di&lt;br /&gt;onde un essenza universale&lt;br /&gt;vivrai nel suo canto vivrai la poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Lontana e sottile linea&lt;br /&gt;divide invisibile il mare dal cielo&lt;br /&gt;allineando&lt;br /&gt;in fretta le tue idee&lt;br /&gt;per capire quello che&lt;br /&gt;è scritto nel destino&lt;br /&gt;E ascolterai il mare&lt;br /&gt;nel vento le sue paure&lt;br /&gt;è un linguaggio di&lt;br /&gt;onde un essenza universale&lt;br /&gt;vivrai nel suo canto vivrai la poesia&lt;br /&gt;in te. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;se volete, potete ascoltare questa canzone cliccando sul sito che appare sotto la foto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5855093213146631628?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5855093213146631628/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5855093213146631628&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5855093213146631628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5855093213146631628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/ascolterai-il-mare-cos-dal-mondo.html' title='Ascolterai il mare'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rn0uW-WBQaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JZRNScuAQaw/s72-c/Glamour07G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8901705011452691998</id><published>2007-06-21T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:54:32.728+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnroJuWBQWI/AAAAAAAAANs/PdEMrYYXyIM/s1600-h/corpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078626783570510178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnroJuWBQWI/AAAAAAAAANs/PdEMrYYXyIM/s320/corpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"T'amo senza sapere come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;né quando né da dove,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t'amo direttamente senza problemi ne' orgoglio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti che così, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in questo modo in cui non sono e non sei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;così vicino che la tua mano sul mio petto è mia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;così vicino che si chiudono i tuoi occhi col mio sonno."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(P.Neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8901705011452691998?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8901705011452691998/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8901705011452691998&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8901705011452691998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8901705011452691998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/tamo-senza-sapere-come-n-quando-n-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnroJuWBQWI/AAAAAAAAANs/PdEMrYYXyIM/s72-c/corpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6379183483540931054</id><published>2007-06-20T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:54:53.324+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnmF1OWBQPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iaZOgrhKLuQ/s1600-h/tristezza.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078237204266959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnmF1OWBQPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iaZOgrhKLuQ/s400/tristezza.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TRISTEZZA VAI VIA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;questa foto mi si addice in questo periodo.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6379183483540931054?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6379183483540931054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6379183483540931054&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6379183483540931054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6379183483540931054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/tristezza-vai-via-ecco-come-il-mio.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnmF1OWBQPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iaZOgrhKLuQ/s72-c/tristezza.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3624981222478277828</id><published>2007-06-18T21:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:55:12.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rnbw0-WBQOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Tma45WYiKAw/s1600-h/serenita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077510422786031842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rnbw0-WBQOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Tma45WYiKAw/s320/serenita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Non sto pensando a niente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Non sto pensando a niente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;e questa cosa centrale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;che a sua volta non è niente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;mi è gradita come l'aria notturna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;fresca in confronto all'estate calda del giorno.&lt;br /&gt;Che bello, non sto pensando a niente!&lt;br /&gt;Non pensare a niente è avere l'anima propria e intera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Non pensare a niente è vivere intimamente il flusso e riflusso della vita... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Non sto pensando a niente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;E' come se mi fossi appoggiato male. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Un dolore nella schiena o sul fianco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;un sapore amaro nella bocca della mia anima:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;perché, in fin dei conti, non sto pensando a niente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;ma proprio a niente, a niente...- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3624981222478277828?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3624981222478277828/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3624981222478277828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3624981222478277828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3624981222478277828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/non-sto-pensando-niente-non-sto_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rnbw0-WBQOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Tma45WYiKAw/s72-c/serenita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-507565735828246866</id><published>2007-06-13T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:55:29.731+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnBJ--WBQKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_Z6bMWHQYw/s1600-h/0c534af76b663e775eed97d4165ea89e_fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075638126282621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnBJ--WBQKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_Z6bMWHQYw/s320/0c534af76b663e775eed97d4165ea89e_fu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ecco così vorrei stare adesso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insieme alla luna..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che mi sorregge e mi tiene compagnia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ad ammirare la notte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perdendomi nella sua magia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-507565735828246866?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/507565735828246866/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=507565735828246866&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/507565735828246866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/507565735828246866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/ecco-come-vorrei-stare-adesso.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RnBJ--WBQKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_Z6bMWHQYw/s72-c/0c534af76b663e775eed97d4165ea89e_fu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4318950041351306808</id><published>2007-06-13T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:38:54.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Riporto la notizia di oggi del quotidiano La Repubblica, finalmente un pò di buon senso!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ministro delle Comunicazioni interviene sullo spazio web che pubblicizza l'iniziativa  Il tam-tam ribalzava da settimane su internet: "Il 23 giugno non sarà un'abominevole giornata"&lt;br /&gt;Orgoglio pedofilo, sito bloccato Gentiloni contro "Love boy&lt;br /&gt;Oscurato in Italia il sito tedesco che sostiene la giornata dell'orgoglio pedofilo&lt;br /&gt;Almeno in Italia, il sito tedesco che sostiene il Love boy day, la giornata dell'orgoglio pedofilo, è stato oscurato. Dopo lunghe e accese polemiche, non si farà più pubblicità online "sull'abominevole giornata", come l'ha definita il Ministro delle Comunicazioni Paolo Gentiloni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4318950041351306808?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4318950041351306808/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4318950041351306808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4318950041351306808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4318950041351306808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/riporto-la-notizia-di-oggi-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-9109413339734551385</id><published>2007-06-10T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:12:19.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fermiamo gli orchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmxP6-WBQJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YyHhng6K8Pc/s1600-h/pedofilia1601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074518754726068370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmxP6-WBQJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YyHhng6K8Pc/s320/pedofilia1601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;APPELLO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il 23 giugno su Internet è in programma il Boy Love Day, la giornata dell’orgoglio pedofilo. Decine di persone si metteranno in contatto attraverso siti e chat per diffondere quella che loro chiamano la “cultura della pedofilia” ed esprimere la loro solidarietà verso chi è stato accusato di questo reato.Questo è il loro sito: &lt;a href="http://www.ibld.net/ibld.cgi" target="_blank"&gt;www.ibld.net/ibld.cgi&lt;/a&gt;. Non è illegale ed è online da otto anni, sotto gli occhi di tutti, nella quasi totale indifferenza degli organismi internazionali.Coloro che festeggiano il Boy Love Day sono in maggioranza professionisti e uomini di cultura che affermano che la pedofilia sia un normale orientamento sessuale e cercano di darle dignità e persino una collocazione nella società. Per far questo si richiamano anche a ciò che avveniva nell’antica Roma e soprattutto nell’antica Grecia, dove la pederastia veniva considerata una pratica educativa facente parte di un percorso pedagogico: l’amore di un adulto per un fanciullo si credeva fondato sulla trasmissione del sapere e della virtù, e la relazione amorosa fra maestro e alunno era vissuta come uno scambio reciproco.Inoltre sostengono che se il minore non oppone resistenza o rifiuto al rapporto sessuale non sussiste reato in quanto il bambino è consenziente.Preferisco non commentare queste affermazioni, non ce la faccio. Scusatemi.EPolis, il quotidiano gratuito distribuito in 15 città italiane, ha lanciato un appello all’Unione Europea, all’Unicef e alle altre istituzioni internazionali per bloccare questa vergognosa iniziativa e per oscurare tutti i siti internet che la pubblicizzano.Per aderire all’appello si può spedire una mail a &lt;a href="mailto:italia@epolis.sm" target="_blank"&gt;italia@epolis.sm&lt;/a&gt; specificando nome, cognome e città; oppure inviare un sms indicando solo nome e cognome al numero 3391819641, pubblicato in ogni pagina del quotidiano; o ancora collegarsi al sito &lt;a href="http://www.epolis.sm/"&gt;http://www.epolis.sm/&lt;/a&gt; e seguire le istruzioni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In molti paesi e in Italia stanno organizzando manifestazioni e fiaccolate contro il Boy Love Day per esprimere lo SDEGNO !!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Io ho già firmato fatelo anche voi, è un APPELLO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(ho seguito il suggerimento di altri amici che hanno il blog, Ross, Zeifirina, L'Intruso, La Banca dei Favori......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi ringrazio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-9109413339734551385?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/9109413339734551385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=9109413339734551385&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/9109413339734551385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/9109413339734551385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/fermiamo-gli-orchi.html' title='Fermiamo gli orchi'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmxP6-WBQJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YyHhng6K8Pc/s72-c/pedofilia1601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7476930088429982601</id><published>2007-06-10T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:55:53.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmvdQ-WBQII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fURSF7oTkpc/s1600-h/buon_fine_sett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074392688845996162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmvdQ-WBQII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fURSF7oTkpc/s320/buon_fine_sett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buona domenica a tutti.....a chi lascia un saluto passando da queste parti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7476930088429982601?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7476930088429982601/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7476930088429982601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7476930088429982601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7476930088429982601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/buona-domenica-tutti.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmvdQ-WBQII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fURSF7oTkpc/s72-c/buon_fine_sett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3457365190211866547</id><published>2007-06-07T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:56:17.254+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rmh02eWBQHI/AAAAAAAAALw/hN-9qfuDHDM/s1600-h/Bloody_Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073433459440042098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rmh02eWBQHI/AAAAAAAAALw/hN-9qfuDHDM/s320/Bloody_Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in punta di piedi....per augurarvi la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUONA NOTTE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L'ORA&lt;br /&gt;PIU'&lt;br /&gt;BUIA&lt;br /&gt;E'&lt;br /&gt;QUELLA&lt;br /&gt;CHE&lt;br /&gt;PRECEDE&lt;br /&gt;IL&lt;br /&gt;SORGERE&lt;br /&gt;DEL&lt;br /&gt;SOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paulo coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3457365190211866547?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3457365190211866547/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3457365190211866547&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3457365190211866547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3457365190211866547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-punta-di-piedi.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rmh02eWBQHI/AAAAAAAAALw/hN-9qfuDHDM/s72-c/Bloody_Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4813343266834454336</id><published>2007-06-05T07:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:56:57.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni tratte da film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmUBouWBQGI/AAAAAAAAALo/2_MEaW46Q08/s1600-h/ioui1cm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072462354449514594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmUBouWBQGI/AAAAAAAAALo/2_MEaW46Q08/s320/ioui1cm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando si accende, l'amore è una pazzia temporanea.L'amore scoppia come un terremoto ed in seguito si placa e quando si è placato bisogna prendere una decisione. Bisogna riuscire a capire se le nostre radici sono così inestricabilmente intrecciate che è inconcepibile il solo pensiero di separarle.Perché questo è, l'amore è questo.L'amore non è turbamento, non è eccitazione, non è il desiderio di accoppiarsi ogni istante della giornata, non è restare sveglia la notte immaginando che lui sia lì, a baciare ogni parte del tuo corpo. Questo è semplicemente essere innamorati e chiunque può facilmente convincersi di esserlo.L'amore, invece, è quello che resta del fuoco quando l'innamoramento si è consumato.Non sembra una cosa molto eccitante ma ... lo è."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- tratto dal film "Il mandolino del Capitano Corelli".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;si lo è è proprio così, siete daccordo anche voi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4813343266834454336?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4813343266834454336/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4813343266834454336&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4813343266834454336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4813343266834454336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/quando-si-accende-lamore-una-pazzia.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmUBouWBQGI/AAAAAAAAALo/2_MEaW46Q08/s72-c/ioui1cm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8889061448923663860</id><published>2007-06-03T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:57:37.905+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmKaTiaMsiI/AAAAAAAAALg/LMDpLB-o5iU/s1600-h/stelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071785790817481250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmKaTiaMsiI/AAAAAAAAALg/LMDpLB-o5iU/s320/stelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giornata tristissima....un angelo ha spiegato&lt;br /&gt;le ali ed è volato in alto....&lt;br /&gt;lasciando il vuoto...quaggiù..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ti voglio ricordare con il tuo sorriso.....&lt;br /&gt;con la tua voglia di vivere..la tua dignità, la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tua forza e il tuo coraggio per aver scalato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le tante montagne incontrate nel tuo cammino.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;questa però era troppo alta..e non ce l'hai fatta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti auguro buon viaggio... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da stasera il cielo avrà una stella in più....&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Olga.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8889061448923663860?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8889061448923663860/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8889061448923663860&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8889061448923663860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8889061448923663860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/giornata-tristissima.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RmKaTiaMsiI/AAAAAAAAALg/LMDpLB-o5iU/s72-c/stelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6314455796534468127</id><published>2007-06-01T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:57:59.516+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>Una mano sulla porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rl_y-iaMseI/AAAAAAAAALA/wye9MG9W3so/s1600-h/34FY-LA-TERAPIA-DEL-SORRISO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071038861644968418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rl_y-iaMseI/AAAAAAAAALA/wye9MG9W3so/s200/34FY-LA-TERAPIA-DEL-SORRISO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leggendo questa poesia ho pensato a mio figlio a quando se ne sta rinchiuso in camera sua col il suo p.c., con le sue cose da fare, insomma nel suo mondo. Succede anche a me di aprire la sua porta, di sorridergli e chiedergli se và tutto bene. Qualche volta noto in lui un certo fastidio nell’essere disturbato ma non me ne preoccupo perché il mio bisogno è saperlo vicino e sono sicura che anche a lui fa piacere, in fondo!&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo tutti bisogno di qualcuno anche solo per un sorriso……per essere sorretti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Una mano sulla porta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando sto zitto arriva mia madre.&lt;br /&gt;Sta sola mia madre nella stanza di là.&lt;br /&gt;E io solo e zitto nella stanza di qua.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre si alza e arriva di quando in quando.&lt;br /&gt;Con una mano sulla porta cerca di leggere il mio cuore:&lt;br /&gt;io zitto mi lascio leggere.&lt;br /&gt;Intanto mi nascono affetti e le sorrido:&lt;br /&gt;"Che sei venuta a fare?".&lt;br /&gt;Ma so bene perché viene da me.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo aver scambiato con me due,tre parole, mia madre se ne và.&lt;br /&gt;E io penso a tutti gli uomini:&lt;br /&gt;noi viviamo sostenendoci l'un l'altro.&lt;br /&gt;E' come reggersi colle mani sulle spalle di chi è accanto.&lt;br /&gt;Si ha bisogno perfino delle persone che danno fastidio.&lt;br /&gt;Chi sa se mia madre non pensa a questo&lt;br /&gt;quando viene e mi guarda con la mano appoggiata sulla porta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poesia dal Giappone (K.Nakagawa) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6314455796534468127?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6314455796534468127/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6314455796534468127&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6314455796534468127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6314455796534468127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/leggendo-questa-poesia-ho-pensato-mio.html' title='Una mano sulla porta'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rl_y-iaMseI/AAAAAAAAALA/wye9MG9W3so/s72-c/34FY-LA-TERAPIA-DEL-SORRISO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6691132160133603214</id><published>2007-05-29T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:58:25.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlyDCyaMsbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O2L5ID1INBI/s1600-h/tramzanzi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070071364426969522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlyDCyaMsbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O2L5ID1INBI/s320/tramzanzi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tra voi vi sono quelli che cercano uomini loquaci per timore di restare soli.&lt;br /&gt;Il silenzio della solitudine mette a nudo il loro essere, ed essi vorrebbero fuggirlo.&lt;br /&gt;E vi sono quelli che, senza consapevolezza o prudenza, parlano di verità che non comprendono.&lt;br /&gt;E quelli invece che hanno dentro di sé la verità, ma non la esprimono in parole.&lt;br /&gt;Nel loro petto lo spirito dimora in armonico silenzio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K. Gibran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6691132160133603214?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6691132160133603214/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6691132160133603214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6691132160133603214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6691132160133603214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/tra-voi-vi-sono-quelli-che-cercano.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlyDCyaMsbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O2L5ID1INBI/s72-c/tramzanzi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2584325244277088920</id><published>2007-05-27T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:58:51.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>nel molo di San Blas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rln6xiaMsXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DCnFqhEz0Ck/s1600-h/molo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069358584539427186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rln6xiaMsXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DCnFqhEz0Ck/s200/molo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lei salutò il suo amore&lt;br /&gt;lui partì su una barca nel molo di San Blas&lt;br /&gt;lui giurò che sarebbe tornato&lt;br /&gt;e lei inzuppata di lacrime giurò che lo avrebbe aspettato&lt;br /&gt;mille lune passarono&lt;br /&gt;e lei stava sempre nel molo aspettando&lt;br /&gt;molti pomeriggi si annidarono nei suoi capelli&lt;br /&gt;e nelle sue labbra&lt;br /&gt;portava sempre lo stesso vestito&lt;br /&gt;così se lui fosse tornato non si sarebbe sbagliato&lt;br /&gt;i granchi le mordevano le sue vesti,&lt;br /&gt;la sua tristezza e la sua illusione&lt;br /&gt;ma il tempo volò&lt;br /&gt;e i suoi occhi si riempirono di albe&lt;br /&gt;e si innamorò del mare&lt;br /&gt;e il suo corpo si radicò nel molo&lt;br /&gt;Sola&lt;br /&gt;Sola nell’oblio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sola con il suo spirito&lt;br /&gt;sola con il suo amore il mare&lt;br /&gt;sola nel molo di San Blas&lt;br /&gt;i suoi capelli diventarono bianchi&lt;br /&gt;ma nessuna barca le riportò il suo amore&lt;br /&gt;e nel paese la chiamavano&lt;br /&gt;la pazza del molo di San Blas&lt;br /&gt;e un pomeriggio di Aprile&lt;br /&gt;tentarono di portarla al manicomio&lt;br /&gt;nessuno poté strapparla da lì&lt;br /&gt;e nessuno mai più l’avrebbe separata dal mare&lt;br /&gt;sola nell’oblio&lt;br /&gt;sola con suo spirito&lt;br /&gt;sola con il suo amore il mare&lt;br /&gt;sola nel molo di San Blas&lt;br /&gt;Rimase sola&lt;br /&gt;Con il sole e con il mare&lt;br /&gt;Rimase lì&lt;br /&gt;Rimase sola fino alla fine&lt;br /&gt;Rimase lì&lt;br /&gt;Rimase nel molo di San Blas&lt;br /&gt;Sola, sola, sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;em&gt;bellissimo...anche il testo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2584325244277088920?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2584325244277088920/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2584325244277088920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2584325244277088920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2584325244277088920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/lei-salut-il-suo-amore-lui-part-su-una.html' title='nel molo di San Blas'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rln6xiaMsXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DCnFqhEz0Ck/s72-c/molo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5018729562171164999</id><published>2007-05-26T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:59:12.944+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>fiocco di neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rlf9ACaMsRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eBXdBqaiURI/s1600-h/neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068798082717364498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rlf9ACaMsRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eBXdBqaiURI/s400/neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma l’alba che cosa è?&lt;br /&gt;E’ la luce che schiarisce le tenebre,&lt;br /&gt;riscaldando il cuore, illuminando&lt;br /&gt;l’anima di purezza come un fiocco&lt;br /&gt;di neve&lt;br /&gt;….la sua purezza non ha confini.&lt;br /&gt;Giorno dopo giorno noto che la maggior parte di noi&lt;br /&gt;Ha perso questa genuinità, dobbiamo&lt;br /&gt;sempre apparire, metterci in prima linea&lt;br /&gt;essere protagonisti. “Sai sono avvocato,&lt;br /&gt;Pompiere, attore, carabiniere, maestra,&lt;br /&gt;ragioniere”, sporcando così il candore del fiocco.&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno dice: sai sono io.. sono così... come mi vedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma cadranno ancora fiocchi di neve pura&lt;br /&gt;e allora sarà di nuovo luce&lt;br /&gt;nei cuori di quelli che erano rimasti nell’ombra&lt;br /&gt;Per non essere sporcati.&lt;br /&gt;Quei fiocchi riscalderanno i cuori delle anime che&lt;br /&gt;soffrono e la luce risplenderà. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gianfranco S.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensiero di una persona a me cara, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;alla quale auguro che la luce splenda sempre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nella sua anima...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;e che nel suo cuore regni sempre la serenità e l'amore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5018729562171164999?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5018729562171164999/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5018729562171164999&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5018729562171164999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5018729562171164999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/ma-lalba-che-cosa-e-la-luce-che.html' title='fiocco di neve'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rlf9ACaMsRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eBXdBqaiURI/s72-c/neve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4700157572970139804</id><published>2007-05-24T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:29:07.433+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlXBpiaMsQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ktcm8_rmzVE/s1600-h/egremni+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068169875030847746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlXBpiaMsQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ktcm8_rmzVE/s400/egremni+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEFKADA (Egremni) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camminare su una spiaggia deserta&lt;br /&gt;Sentire la sabbia sotto i piedi&lt;br /&gt;che lentamente scivola via.&lt;br /&gt;Natura selvaggia, incontaminata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dove il tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sembra essersi fermato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentire solo il respiro del mare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dolce melodia che fa bene all’anima….&lt;br /&gt;Sensazione di libertà…&lt;br /&gt;Sensazione di pace …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' lì che vorrei essere adesso......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4700157572970139804?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4700157572970139804/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4700157572970139804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4700157572970139804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4700157572970139804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/lefkada-egremni-camminare-su-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlXBpiaMsQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ktcm8_rmzVE/s72-c/egremni+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-568650379278567981</id><published>2007-05-23T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:59:55.007+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>il paradosso della nostra epoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlRtdSaMsNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YKrkwiIxnoI/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067795830624006354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlRtdSaMsNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YKrkwiIxnoI/s200/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Il paradosso della nostra epoca storica è che abbiamo edifici più alti ma temperamenti più corti, strade più larghe ma punti di vista più ristretti. Spendiamo di più, ma abbiamo di meno; compriamo di più, ma gustiamo di meno. Abbiamo case più grandi ma famiglie piccole, più comodità, ma meno tempo; abbiamo più lauree e poco buon senso. Abbiamo più conoscenze, ma meno criterio; più specialisti, ma ancora più problemi, più medicine, ma meno benessere. Beviamo troppo, fumiamo troppo, spendiamo troppo incautamente, ridiamo troppo poco, guidiamo in maniera spericolata, ci arrabbiamo troppo, rimaniamo alzati fino a tardi, ci svegliamo troppostanchi, leggiamo troppo poco, guardiamo troppo la TV e preghiamo raramente. Abbiamo moltiplicato le nostre proprietà, ma ridotto i nostri valori. Parliamo troppo, amiamo troppo poco, e odiamo troppo spesso. Abbiamo imparato a condurre un'esistenza, non una vita, abbiamo aggiunto anni alla vita, non vita agli anni. Abbiamo raggiunto la luna e ne siamo tornati, ma abbiamo problemi ad attraversare la strada per incontrare un nuovo vicino.&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo conquistato lo spazio esterno, ma non quello interiore. Abbiamo fatto cose più eclatanti, ma non cose migliori. Abbiamo pulito l'aria, ma inquinato l'anima. Abbiamo conquistato l'atomo, ma non il nostro pregiudizio. Scriviamo di più, ma impariamo di meno. Progettiamo di più, ma completiamo di meno. Abbiamo imparato ad affrettarci, ma non ad aspettare. Costruiamo più computer per contenere più informazioni e produrre più copie che mai, ma comunichiamo sempre meno. Questi sono i tempi dei fast food e della digestione lenta; grandi uomini con deboli caratteri; profitti esorbitanti e relazioni poco profonde. Questi sono i giorni in cui nelle case entrano due stipendi, ma aumentano i divorzi. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(...) Ricordati di passare un po' di tempo con i tuoi cari, perché non ci saranno per sempre. Ricordati di dare un caloroso abbraccio a chi ti sta accanto, perché è l'unico tesoro che puoi dare con il tuo cuore e non costa un centesimo. Ricordati di dire "Ti Amo" al tuo partner e ai tuoi cari, ma soprattutto sentilo. Un bacio e un abbraccio sanano una ferita se provengono dal profondo del cuore. Ricordati di stringere le mani e conservare nell'anima ogni istante, perché un giorno quella persona non sarà lì ancora. Dai tempo all'Amore, dai tempo al parlare, dai tempo al condividere i preziosi pensieri che nutri nella tua mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dr. Moorehead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-568650379278567981?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/568650379278567981/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=568650379278567981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/568650379278567981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/568650379278567981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/il-paradosso-della-nostra-epoca.html' title='il paradosso della nostra epoca'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlRtdSaMsNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YKrkwiIxnoI/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7128482219919023142</id><published>2007-05-20T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:00:27.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlC5RSaMsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1pdlA2qbPq0/s1600-h/arcobaleno+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066753287442444482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlC5RSaMsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1pdlA2qbPq0/s320/arcobaleno+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Da qualche parte sopra l'arcobaleno, molto in alto c'è un paese del quale ho sentito parlare in una ninna-nanna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da qualche parte sopra questo arcobaleno i cieli sono blu e i sogni che osi sognare si realizzano".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;da Il mago di Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7128482219919023142?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7128482219919023142/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7128482219919023142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7128482219919023142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7128482219919023142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-qualche-parte-sopra-larcobaleno.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RlC5RSaMsMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1pdlA2qbPq0/s72-c/arcobaleno+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1052443272424385191</id><published>2007-05-19T08:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:01:05.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rk600iaMsII/AAAAAAAAAIM/TuI_T7dNIho/s1600-h/gocce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066185445521272962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rk600iaMsII/AAAAAAAAAIM/TuI_T7dNIho/s320/gocce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spesso rimandiamo a domani quello che possiamo fare oggi, per pigrizia, per timore o semplicemente perchè manca la voglia. E se domani per qualche svariato motivo non potremmo farlo? Allora forse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;perderemmo un'occasione importante che probabilmente non ci capiterà un'altra volta...domani è un'incognita...la vita è oggi è adesso! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L´esistenza è un´occasione, esistere è l´occasione! Non dire: "Domani farò, domani amerò, domani avrò un rapporto festoso con l´esistenza".Perché domani? Il domani non arriva mai. Perché non ora? Perché rinviare? Rinviare è un trucco della mente; ti mantiene nella speranza, e nel frattempo l´opportunità sfuma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OSHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1052443272424385191?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1052443272424385191/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1052443272424385191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1052443272424385191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1052443272424385191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/spesso-rimandiamo-domani-quello-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rk600iaMsII/AAAAAAAAAIM/TuI_T7dNIho/s72-c/gocce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1698569650573410148</id><published>2007-05-15T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:01:35.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkoWj_oYn3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DPfKDuqamtE/s1600-h/indaco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064885538563596146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkoWj_oYn3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DPfKDuqamtE/s320/indaco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L'umiltà che si conquista attraverso uno sforzo cessa di essere umiltà. Una mente che si fa umile non è più una mente umile. Solo quando si è umili, ma non di un'umiltà coltivata, solo allora si è in grado di affrontare i tanti problemi pressanti della vita, perché non ci si ritiene importanti, non si guarda alle cose attraverso il filtro delle proprie urgenze e del proprio senso di importanza; si considera invece il problema in sé e così si è in grado di risolverlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krisnamurti (La ricerca della felicità)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1698569650573410148?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1698569650573410148/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1698569650573410148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1698569650573410148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1698569650573410148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/lumilt-che-si-conquista-attraverso-uno.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkoWj_oYn3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DPfKDuqamtE/s72-c/indaco3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8099418500071462557</id><published>2007-05-13T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:04:45.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkcyL_oYn1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aT5mK66Xvxw/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064071487642181458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkcyL_oYn1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aT5mK66Xvxw/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mamma, mi hai dato la vita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;non saprò mai ringraziarti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbastanza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8099418500071462557?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8099418500071462557/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8099418500071462557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8099418500071462557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8099418500071462557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/mamma-mi-hai-dato-la-vita-non-sapr-mai.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkcyL_oYn1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aT5mK66Xvxw/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3443636092580499519</id><published>2007-05-12T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:05:08.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkYQ7voYn0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5PVs_ptBEjk/s1600-h/flybykatrinastrangerry6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063753449608879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkYQ7voYn0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5PVs_ptBEjk/s320/flybykatrinastrangerry6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Il caos non è all’esterno, l’esterno è un cosmo, mentre all’interno esiste un caos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ed è a causa del caos interiore che le persone non guardano dentro di sé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanno paura, sono terrorizzate e non osano guardare dentro di sé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si tengono occupate in tutti i modi, in modo tale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;che non rimanga tempo utile per guardare all’interno, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;né spazio per farlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OSHO) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3443636092580499519?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3443636092580499519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3443636092580499519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3443636092580499519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3443636092580499519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/il-caos-non-allesterno-lesterno-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkYQ7voYn0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5PVs_ptBEjk/s72-c/flybykatrinastrangerry6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7580750851952630235</id><published>2007-05-10T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:15:15.901+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkNV-_oYnzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D3kdBswsCZY/s1600-h/La20luce20della20Speranza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062984946815639346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkNV-_oYnzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D3kdBswsCZY/s320/La20luce20della20Speranza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L' imprevedibilità della vita&lt;br /&gt;spesso lascia sconcertati....&lt;br /&gt;un giorno la gioia,&lt;br /&gt;le risate, la serenità&lt;br /&gt;il giorno dopo la tristezza,&lt;br /&gt;le lacrime, l' ansia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvvisamente ti senti&lt;br /&gt;catapultato in un baratro....&lt;br /&gt;L'impotenza prende il posto&lt;br /&gt;dell'azione, fino a farti&lt;br /&gt;sentire nullità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vorresti ritornare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indietro nel tempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vorresti indietro l'incoscenza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;del bambino che eri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vorresti.....vorresti..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei sicuro che certe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;situazioni soltanto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chi è più in alto di noi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ha il potere di risolverle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E allora... c'è soltanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una cosa che ti fa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andare avanti, l'unica che ti aiuta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nei momenti di disperazione è &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la luce.... della speranza......&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7580750851952630235?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7580750851952630235/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7580750851952630235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7580750851952630235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7580750851952630235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/l-imprevedibilit-della-vita-spesso.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkNV-_oYnzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D3kdBswsCZY/s72-c/La20luce20della20Speranza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8836389815182701243</id><published>2007-05-08T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:06:05.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>il dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkAvMvoYnvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WecROrlZo8s/s1600-h/osa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062097877155225330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkAvMvoYnvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WecROrlZo8s/s320/osa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ridere si rischia di apparire pazzi.&lt;br /&gt;A piangere si rischia di apparire sentimentali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cercare gli altri si rischia di rimanere coinvolti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A esprimere i propri sentimenti si rischia di essere respinti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A esporre i propri sogni di fronte a tutti si rischia il ridicolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ad amare si rischia di non essere corrisposti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A continuare, pur con pronostici sfavorevoli, si rischia la sconfitta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma bisogna saper correre dei rischi perché il rischio più grande nella vita è non rischiare nulla. Quelli che non rischiano nulla non fanno nulla, non hanno nulla, non sono nulla. E' possibile che evitino di soffrire, ma non possono imparare, sentire, cambiare, crescere od amare. Solo chi rischia è libero.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            riflessione trovata in rete (anonimo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8836389815182701243?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8836389815182701243/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8836389815182701243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8836389815182701243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8836389815182701243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/il-dilemma.html' title='il dilemma'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RkAvMvoYnvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WecROrlZo8s/s72-c/osa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6341510470210731050</id><published>2007-05-06T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:51:58.167+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>vivi con entusiasmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rj3cAfoYnuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gBG1Z1jXGaA/s1600-h/bolla+di+sapone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061443457283301090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rj3cAfoYnuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gBG1Z1jXGaA/s320/bolla+di+sapone.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;È una gran verità questa riflessione, entusiasmarsi sempre come fanno i bambini,&lt;br /&gt;è questo l’elisir della giovinezza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anche se gli anni passano e c’è &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qualche &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruga in più, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anche se la stanchezza talvolta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prende il sopravvento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anche se siamo sopraffatti dagli eventi;&lt;br /&gt;bisogna sempre far rinascere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;il bambino che è in ognuno di noi….,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivi con entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gioventù non è un periodo della vita: è una forma del pensiero, è una condizione della volontà, una facoltà dell’immaginazione, una forza pura dei sentimenti, un predominio del coraggio sulla timidezza e della aspirazione di avventura sull’amore di comodità. Nessuno diviene vecchio semplicemente perché vive un certo numero di anni : gli individui invecchiano solo perché disertano i loro ideali.Gli anni rendono rugosa la pelle, ma rinunciare all’entusiasmo rende rugosa l’anima.Preoccupazione, dubbio, mancanza di fiducia, paura e disperazione, fanno piegare il capo e rigettare nella polvere lo spirito che vuole elevarsi.Sia a sessant’anni che a sedici, vi è nel cuore di ogni essere umano l’amore per la meraviglia, la dolce sorpresa delle stelle e delle cose e dei pensieri che assomigliano alle stelle, indomabile sfida agli eventi, l’inesauribile giovanile appetito per il "poi" e la gioia del gioco della vita.Siamo giovani quanto la nostra fede, vecchi quanto il nostro dubbio; giovani quanto la fiducia di noi stessi, vecchi quanto la nostra paura; giovani quanto la nostra speranza, vecchi quanto la nostra delusione.Rimarrete giovani finché il vostro cuore sarà recettivo ai messaggi di bellezza, gioia, coraggio, grandiosità e forza della natura, dall’uomo e dall’infinito.Quando tutto sarà a terra, quando il più recondito angolo del vostro cuore sarà ricoperto dalla neve del pessimismo e dal ghiaccio del cinismo, allora e solo allora sarete veramente vecchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Samuel Ullman)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6341510470210731050?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6341510470210731050/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6341510470210731050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6341510470210731050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6341510470210731050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/vivi-con-entusiasmo.html' title='vivi con entusiasmo'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rj3cAfoYnuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gBG1Z1jXGaA/s72-c/bolla+di+sapone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3106026547285979615</id><published>2007-05-05T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:16:14.750+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjzdDPoYnsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kDE252hTK9A/s1600-h/fiore10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061163129062858434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjzdDPoYnsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kDE252hTK9A/s320/fiore10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devi aver coraggio e forza per affrontare&lt;br /&gt;gli uragani che arrivano inaspettatamente,&lt;br /&gt;distruggendo il giardino che con&lt;br /&gt;amore e pazienza avevi curato&lt;br /&gt;nella tua anima e nel tuo cuore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non rimanere lì fermo a guardare quel fiore&lt;br /&gt;reciso e ormai inerme, prendi invece la sua&lt;br /&gt;essenza e conservala in un angolo riparato&lt;br /&gt;del tuo cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Abbi cura di lei e.. con pazienza e speranza&lt;br /&gt;un altro fiore nascerà, e poi un altro e un&lt;br /&gt;altro ancora. ..sarà più forte, più vigoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel viaggio della vita&lt;br /&gt;è possibile che le tempeste ci travolgano&lt;br /&gt;ed è allora che non bisogna arrendersi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma lottare…. per far nascere un altro fiore…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3106026547285979615?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3106026547285979615/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3106026547285979615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3106026547285979615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3106026547285979615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/devi-aver-coraggio-e-forza-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjzdDPoYnsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kDE252hTK9A/s72-c/fiore10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5383854380317344158</id><published>2007-05-05T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:29:34.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjyWz_oYnrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QIwdy54eppE/s1600-h/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories____by_smashmethod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061085901255909042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjyWz_oYnrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QIwdy54eppE/s320/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories____by_smashmethod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caos, stress, confusione… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisogno di tranquillità,&lt;br /&gt;bisogno di non pensare a nulla,&lt;br /&gt;bisogno di stare da sola&lt;br /&gt;con i miei pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;Bisogno di fare quello che&lt;br /&gt;mi va di fare,&lt;br /&gt;Bisogno di pace… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5383854380317344158?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5383854380317344158/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5383854380317344158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5383854380317344158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5383854380317344158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/caos-stress-confusione-bisogno-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjyWz_oYnrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QIwdy54eppE/s72-c/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories____by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7463732150757339955</id><published>2007-05-05T09:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:30:04.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>lascia che...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjxYwvoYnqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s_Quasu_sS4/s1600-h/infinito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061017675700412066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjxYwvoYnqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s_Quasu_sS4/s320/infinito.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjxAI_oYnpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9fHt-EnHZsw/s1600-h/uomo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lascia che un soffio di vita, un raggio di luce&lt;br /&gt;entri dalle finestre socchiuse&lt;br /&gt;del tuo cuore,&lt;br /&gt;accendi quella luce.. spenta nel tuo cuore,&lt;br /&gt;spalanca le finestre e afferra la sua essenza,&lt;br /&gt;non essere sordo al richiamo della vita.&lt;br /&gt;Svegliati dal torpore,&lt;br /&gt;sorridi mentre guardi il cielo,&lt;br /&gt;lascia che l’anima si colori,&lt;br /&gt;……hai l’infinito dentro&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7463732150757339955?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7463732150757339955/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7463732150757339955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7463732150757339955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7463732150757339955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/un-soffio-di-vita-un-raggio-di-luce.html' title='lascia che...'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjxYwvoYnqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s_Quasu_sS4/s72-c/infinito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3031415629599965991</id><published>2007-05-04T07:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:19:07.831+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saggezza indiana'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjreS_oYnoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5T4DwEHFoSo/s1600-h/e3427c58cb32dbe70b0c16ca2ec96d3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060601549204004482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjreS_oYnoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5T4DwEHFoSo/s320/e3427c58cb32dbe70b0c16ca2ec96d3f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come l’albero non finisce con le punte&lt;br /&gt;delle sue radici o dei suoi rami,&lt;br /&gt;e l’uccello non finisce con le sue piume&lt;br /&gt;e col suo volo, e la Terra non finisce&lt;br /&gt;con i suoi monti più alti:&lt;br /&gt;così anch’io non finisco con le mie braccia,&lt;br /&gt;i miei piedi, la mia pelle,&lt;br /&gt;ma mi espando di continuo con la mia voce&lt;br /&gt;e il mio pensiero, oltre ogni spazio e&lt;br /&gt;ogni tempo, perché la mia anima è il mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poesia di Norman H. Russel, Cherokee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3031415629599965991?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3031415629599965991/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3031415629599965991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3031415629599965991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3031415629599965991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/come-lalbero-non-finisce-con-le-punte.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjreS_oYnoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5T4DwEHFoSo/s72-c/e3427c58cb32dbe70b0c16ca2ec96d3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7761065116201190821</id><published>2007-05-03T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:16:49.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjmzhfoYnnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c87x0ZoY2JQ/s1600-h/lacrima16dw3kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060273044335402610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjmzhfoYnnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c87x0ZoY2JQ/s320/lacrima16dw3kt.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frammenti di vita…&lt;br /&gt;Reminescenze del passato&lt;br /&gt;assopite nella mente&lt;br /&gt;destate da piccoli ed improvvisi segnali&lt;br /&gt;del cuore.&lt;br /&gt;….lentamente&lt;br /&gt;una lacrima scivola....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7761065116201190821?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7761065116201190821/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7761065116201190821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7761065116201190821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7761065116201190821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjmzhfoYnnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c87x0ZoY2JQ/s72-c/lacrima16dw3kt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-1184434255722374774</id><published>2007-04-30T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:09:28.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saggezza indiana'/><title type='text'>ringrazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjZu3_oYnjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EYIvq7zjxd4/s1600-h/indiani005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059353139650010674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjZu3_oYnjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EYIvq7zjxd4/s320/indiani005.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando al mattino ti svegli, ringrazia il tuo Dio per la luce dell'aurora, per la vita che ti ha dato e per la forza che ritrovi nel tuo corpo. Ringrazia il tuo Dio anche per il cibo che ti dà e per la gioia della vita. Se non trovi un motivo per elevare una preghiera di ringraziamento, allora vuol dire che sei in errore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tecumseh (Shawnee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-1184434255722374774?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1184434255722374774/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=1184434255722374774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1184434255722374774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/1184434255722374774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-al-mattino-ti-svegli-ringrazia.html' title='ringrazia'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjZu3_oYnjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EYIvq7zjxd4/s72-c/indiani005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-7574220741133323644</id><published>2007-04-30T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:10:19.667+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saggezza indiana'/><title type='text'>ci sono quattro......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjZtVPoYniI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AycZg4YVgYY/s1600-h/indians-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059351443137928738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjZtVPoYniI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AycZg4YVgYY/s320/indians-33.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ci sono quattro strade che possono portarti dove vuoi andare. La prima ti conduce dove ti manda il tuo primo pensiero. Non è la strada giusta. Rifletti un poco. Affronti allora la seconda. Rifletti nuovamente ma non scegli ancora. Finalmente, alla quarta riflessione tu sarai sulla strada giusta. Così non rischierai più nulla. Qualche volta, lascia passare una giornata prima di risolvere il tuo problema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Diablo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-7574220741133323644?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7574220741133323644/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=7574220741133323644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7574220741133323644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/7574220741133323644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/ci-sono-quattro-strade-che-possono.html' title='ci sono quattro......'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjZtVPoYniI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AycZg4YVgYY/s72-c/indians-33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8020788437802173007</id><published>2007-04-29T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:38:34.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>cammino verso l'infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjTRyvoYnhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eOpm7x5SfVQ/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058898951153425938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjTRyvoYnhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eOpm7x5SfVQ/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Non avere paura del mio silenzio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;non ti voglio mai rinchiudere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in una gabbia di parole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ma incontrarti ogni volta come per caso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e fare un po' di strada insieme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;per condividere un sorso di vita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;con chi ha la borraccia più piena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e magari sederci sotto un albero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ai bordi di quella che chiamano realtà &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sul nostro cammino verso l'Infinito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Nicholas Bawtree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8020788437802173007?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8020788437802173007/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8020788437802173007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8020788437802173007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8020788437802173007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/cammino-verso-linfinito.html' title='cammino verso l&apos;infinito'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjTRyvoYnhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eOpm7x5SfVQ/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8134864888563499865</id><published>2007-04-26T06:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:19:46.718+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>Nebbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjBHefoYngI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PaxRNXtp5bg/s1600-h/nebbia+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057620970749599234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjBHefoYngI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PaxRNXtp5bg/s320/nebbia+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alcuni giorni il tempo&lt;br /&gt;è come se si fermasse..&lt;br /&gt;vago per le strade senza meta,&lt;br /&gt;l’anima spenta senza luce,&lt;br /&gt;incrocio persone ma&lt;br /&gt;sono solo ombre grigie..&lt;br /&gt;nei miei occhi c’è il nulla…&lt;br /&gt;intorno a me solo nebbia……&lt;br /&gt;a rendere incerto il mio cammino..&lt;br /&gt;cerco qualcosa, un riferimento&lt;br /&gt;che possa destare la mia mente&lt;br /&gt;ma vago senza meta…&lt;br /&gt;il respiro affannoso, le gambe&lt;br /&gt;pesanti…&lt;br /&gt;davanti a me una panchina,&lt;br /&gt;decido di sedermi ed aspettare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aspetto…. so che arriverà ……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo so che un raggio di sole arriverà… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8134864888563499865?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8134864888563499865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8134864888563499865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8134864888563499865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8134864888563499865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/alcuni-giorni-il-tempo-come-se-si.html' title='Nebbia'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RjBHefoYngI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PaxRNXtp5bg/s72-c/nebbia+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-411864245591836819</id><published>2007-04-25T06:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:09:02.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>Notte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Ri7uEPoYneI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IfFtqXg2RDE/s1600-h/allegoria_della_notte+(Elio+Pastore).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057241188266450402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Ri7uEPoYneI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IfFtqXg2RDE/s320/allegoria_della_notte+(Elio+Pastore).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notte di silenzi, notte di veglia,&lt;br /&gt;notti di pensieri che non abbandonano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno sguardo al cielo, immenso su di me&lt;br /&gt;sfarfallio di lucciole&lt;br /&gt;diamanti incastonati nell’universo.&lt;br /&gt;Un alito di vento accarezza dolcemente il mio viso&lt;br /&gt;brividi sulla pelle…..&lt;br /&gt;chiudo gli occhi… sensazioni di libertà&lt;br /&gt;i pensieri volano&lt;br /&gt;portati via da una leggera brezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimango con gli occhi chiusi&lt;br /&gt;la mente svuotata e…&lt;br /&gt;ascolto la magia dell’infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-411864245591836819?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/411864245591836819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=411864245591836819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/411864245591836819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/411864245591836819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/notte.html' title='Notte'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Ri7uEPoYneI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IfFtqXg2RDE/s72-c/allegoria_della_notte+(Elio+Pastore).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8265307351993006516</id><published>2007-04-24T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:27:43.700+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>A te....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Ri7u4foYnfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0Tw3op3ejjk/s1600-h/Lovers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057242085914615282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Ri7u4foYnfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0Tw3op3ejjk/s320/Lovers-1.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi sorreggerai, ti sorreggerò&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come facciamo da tanti anni,&lt;br /&gt;sempre insieme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abbiamo diviso gioie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandi... e piccole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abbiamo superato problemi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandi... e piccoli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giorno dopo giorno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abbiamo costruito un amore grande,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un amore forte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La tua mano, la mia mano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre unite....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La tua stella su nel cielo a cui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ti rivolgi sempre, guarda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accanto c'è ne una più piccola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quella è la mia, è sempre lì .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....insieme sempre.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8265307351993006516?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8265307351993006516/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8265307351993006516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8265307351993006516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8265307351993006516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/te.html' title='A te....'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Ri7u4foYnfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0Tw3op3ejjk/s72-c/Lovers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-3024514040269959582</id><published>2007-04-22T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:13:55.129+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>Se tracci..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RitxRfVq-MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WHugiw0vYXo/s1600-h/By_Ennio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056259551937624258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RitxRfVq-MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WHugiw0vYXo/s320/By_Ennio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se tracci col gesso una riga sul pavimento,&lt;br /&gt;è altrettanto difficile camminarci sopra che&lt;br /&gt;avanzare sulla più sottile delle funi.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure chiunque ci riesce tranquillamente&lt;br /&gt;perché non è pericoloso. Se fai finta che la&lt;br /&gt;fune non è altro che un disegno fatto col&lt;br /&gt;gesso e l’aria intorno è il pavimento,&lt;br /&gt;riesci a procedere sicuro su tutte le funi del&lt;br /&gt;mondo. Ciò che conta è tutto dentro di noi;&lt;br /&gt;da fuori nessuno ci può aiutare.&lt;br /&gt;Non essere in guerra con se stessi,&lt;br /&gt;vivere d’amore e d’accordo con se stessi:&lt;br /&gt;allora tutto diventa possibile.&lt;br /&gt;Non solo camminare su una fune,&lt;br /&gt;ma anche volare.&lt;br /&gt;(Hermann Hesse) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-3024514040269959582?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3024514040269959582/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=3024514040269959582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3024514040269959582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/3024514040269959582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/se-tracci-col-gesso-una-riga-sul.html' title='Se tracci..'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RitxRfVq-MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WHugiw0vYXo/s72-c/By_Ennio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5078299928481861303</id><published>2007-04-21T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:21:31.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>Orme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rin-P_Vq-LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HU01Zm8289c/s1600-h/spiaggia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055851607353915570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rin-P_Vq-LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HU01Zm8289c/s320/spiaggia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cammino, cammino lasciandomi&lt;br /&gt;dietro orme sulla sabbia, ognuna di&lt;br /&gt;esse è un giorno passato,&lt;br /&gt;un giorno che ha lasciato segni indelebili,&lt;br /&gt;un giorno che mi ha emozionato,&lt;br /&gt;un giorno che mi ha arricchito,&lt;br /&gt;un giorno che mi ha reso triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammino….. mentre la marea&lt;br /&gt;trascina i miei giorni nel mare&lt;br /&gt;dell’esistenza lasciando però&lt;br /&gt;tracce incancellabili.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciando...ricordi….&lt;br /&gt;di un viaggio meraviglioso…&lt;br /&gt;il viaggio della vita…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5078299928481861303?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5078299928481861303/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5078299928481861303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5078299928481861303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5078299928481861303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/cammino-cammino-lasciandomi-dietro-orme_21.html' title='Orme'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rin-P_Vq-LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HU01Zm8289c/s72-c/spiaggia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8289260141229656107</id><published>2007-04-20T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:17:33.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>dubbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rija9PVq-HI/AAAAAAAAADY/-ONBSd2kkKU/s1600-h/piuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055531327347685490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rija9PVq-HI/AAAAAAAAADY/-ONBSd2kkKU/s320/piuma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Prima di dover affrontare qualcosa&lt;br /&gt;mi pongo mille domande e mi creo&lt;br /&gt;mille problemi su cosa è giusto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;o cosa è sbagliato.&lt;br /&gt;Poi alla fine mi accorgo che a forza di&lt;br /&gt;pensare non riesco a fare né la cosa giusta.&lt;br /&gt;né la cosa sbagliata.&lt;br /&gt;Forse la cosa migliore da fare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;è quella di seguire il mio istinto senza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;domandarmi niente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8289260141229656107?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8289260141229656107/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8289260141229656107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8289260141229656107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8289260141229656107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/prima-di-dover-affrontare-qualcosa-mi.html' title='dubbi'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rija9PVq-HI/AAAAAAAAADY/-ONBSd2kkKU/s72-c/piuma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6401214825045058533</id><published>2007-04-19T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:14:44.982+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>La forza del seme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RifTo_Vq-FI/AAAAAAAAADI/OWeJUIom_90/s1600-h/43a9558986ad2_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055241807897229394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RifTo_Vq-FI/AAAAAAAAADI/OWeJUIom_90/s320/43a9558986ad2_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Osho "La forza del seme"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ricorda, dove c´è volontà c´è vita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e dove non c´è volontà &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non c´è vita alcuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La volontà del seme diviene il suo potere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e con questo potere le sue piccole radici &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;germogliano, finche´un giorno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spezzano quella roccia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6401214825045058533?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6401214825045058533/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6401214825045058533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6401214825045058533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6401214825045058533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/osho-la-forza-del-seme-ricorda-dove-c.html' title='La forza del seme'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RifTo_Vq-FI/AAAAAAAAADI/OWeJUIom_90/s72-c/43a9558986ad2_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2705789455666005544</id><published>2007-04-19T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:15:03.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>Amare è....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055123992649332802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RidofPVq-EI/AAAAAAAAADA/nwDZDGJVOns/s320/frammento-di-tenerezza-2.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RidnkfVq-CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Urk1KvIc32k/s1600-h/tramontoinnamorati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055122983332018210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RidnkfVq-CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Urk1KvIc32k/s320/tramontoinnamorati.jpg" width="2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amare una persona è... - Omar Falworth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Averla senza possederla.&lt;br /&gt;Dare il meglio di sé senza pensare di ricevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voler stare spesso con lei, ma senza essere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mossi dal bisogno di alleviare la propria solitudine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temere di perderla,ma senza essere gelosi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aver bisogno di lei,ma senza dipendere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiutarla, ma senza aspettarsi gratitudine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere legati a lei,pur essendo liberi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essere un tutt'uno con lei,pur essendo se stessi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma per riuscire in tutto ciò, la cosa più importante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da fare è...accettarla così com'è, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;senza pretendere che sia come si vorrebbe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2705789455666005544?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2705789455666005544/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2705789455666005544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2705789455666005544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2705789455666005544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/amare-una-persona.html' title='Amare è....'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RidofPVq-EI/AAAAAAAAADA/nwDZDGJVOns/s72-c/frammento-di-tenerezza-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5511531306327410547</id><published>2007-04-17T07:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:09:09.428+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiRsbuUNJrI/AAAAAAAAACo/65Gq4FaXmHs/s1600-h/blackwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054283905361585842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiRsbuUNJrI/AAAAAAAAACo/65Gq4FaXmHs/s320/blackwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ore 07.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;è già mattina....&lt;br /&gt;Morfeo mi ha già abbandonata..... troppo presto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dove è finito il sogno che mi ha tenuta a letto fino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ad ora....svanito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi ritrovo catapultata nella realtà quotidiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cosa mi riserverà questa giornata,&lt;br /&gt;che domanda eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beh intanto posso cominciare ad accogliere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;questo nuovo giorno con un sorriso e poi...e poi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo VIVO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5511531306327410547?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5511531306327410547/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5511531306327410547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5511531306327410547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5511531306327410547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-gi-mattina.html' title=''/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiRsbuUNJrI/AAAAAAAAACo/65Gq4FaXmHs/s72-c/blackwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-6768673198343679740</id><published>2007-04-15T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:30:21.802+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>perdersi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiJvZeUNJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/wQPlIXvMpC4/s1600-h/getmedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053724215288342178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiJvZeUNJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/wQPlIXvMpC4/s320/getmedia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seduta su una sedia in terrazza&lt;br /&gt;contemplo il cielo, azzurro come lo zaffiro,&lt;br /&gt;un passaggio di rondini venute&lt;br /&gt;da chissà dove.&lt;br /&gt;I miei pensieri le inseguono, volano con esse,&lt;br /&gt;spaziano verso l’immenso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alla ricerca di non so cosa!&lt;br /&gt;Chiudo gli occhi e mi ritrovo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;su una lunga spiaggia deserta.&lt;br /&gt;Il solo rumore delle onde che si infrangono&lt;br /&gt;mi tiene compagnia, non so dove mi trovo.&lt;br /&gt;I miei pensieri viaggiano verso mete sconosciute&lt;br /&gt;Ed io. …mi perdo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-6768673198343679740?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6768673198343679740/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=6768673198343679740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6768673198343679740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/6768673198343679740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/seduta-su-una-sedia-in-terrazza.html' title='perdersi'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiJvZeUNJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/wQPlIXvMpC4/s72-c/getmedia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-2983625503404994164</id><published>2007-04-15T07:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:20:55.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>dedicato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiHJqeUNJpI/AAAAAAAAACU/HKQNQ4zye_Y/s1600-h/albaangelo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053541988415907474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiHJqeUNJpI/AAAAAAAAACU/HKQNQ4zye_Y/s320/albaangelo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fossi un angelo, ti regalerei la tua giovinezza.&lt;br /&gt;Ti restituirei gli anni migliori, smarriti dentro un’illusione.&lt;br /&gt;Ti porgerei la mano di una bimba per poterla accompagnare&lt;br /&gt;nella sua vita, vederla crescerla e starle vicino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riporterei la gioia nel tuo cuore, costantemente distante.&lt;br /&gt;Distante come la lontananza, nostra compagna di vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti regalerei gli abbracci mai ricevuti e direi parole mai dette.&lt;br /&gt;Dipingerei un arcobaleno affinché i suoi colori&lt;br /&gt;Portino luce nella tua anima e ti offrirei sorrisi, per scaldare il tuo cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Se fossi un angelo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le nostre vite, un viaggio, treni diversi,&lt;br /&gt;destinazioni differenti, vite separate da eventi sconosciuti.&lt;br /&gt;I tuoi pensieri però sono arrivati sempre, dritti al cuore,&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi abbracci hanno attraversato mille paesi, per arrivare fino a me.&lt;br /&gt;Ho sentito sempre la tua vicinanza….. nonostante tutto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-2983625503404994164?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2983625503404994164/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=2983625503404994164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2983625503404994164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/2983625503404994164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/dedicato.html' title='dedicato'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiHJqeUNJpI/AAAAAAAAACU/HKQNQ4zye_Y/s72-c/albaangelo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-4007200252235343746</id><published>2007-04-14T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:17:58.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>riflessione di oggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiETi-UNJoI/AAAAAAAAACM/zYAwxdj1ZTE/s1600-h/panchina+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053341748450633346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiETi-UNJoI/AAAAAAAAACM/zYAwxdj1ZTE/s320/panchina+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spesso l’altruismo e la bontà d’animo non vengono ripagate&lt;br /&gt;con le stesse monete, prima di acconsentire ad ogni genere di richiesta,&lt;br /&gt;prima di dare disponibilità o accettare situazioni che non ci&lt;br /&gt;appartengono, bisogna guardare bene, molto bene, chi si ha di fronte.&lt;br /&gt;Per non rimanere delusi, per non arrabbiarsi, per non perdere la serenità.&lt;br /&gt;Oggi l’ennesima delusione, per essere stata troppo disponibile e altruista!&lt;br /&gt;Ma va bene, c’è sempre da imparare!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-4007200252235343746?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4007200252235343746/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=4007200252235343746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4007200252235343746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/4007200252235343746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/spesso-laltruismo-e-la-bont-danimo-non.html' title='riflessione di oggi'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RiETi-UNJoI/AAAAAAAAACM/zYAwxdj1ZTE/s72-c/panchina+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5698913847656049538</id><published>2007-04-13T08:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:04:26.248+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>ritaglio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh-HoeUNJlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hqv-0AAkIXc/s1600-h/OCCHIBLU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052906436335314514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh-HoeUNJlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hqv-0AAkIXc/s320/OCCHIBLU.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh-HO-UNJkI/AAAAAAAAABs/NYyP7LgRsrE/s1600-h/occhi.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052905998248650306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 10px" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh-HO-UNJkI/AAAAAAAAABs/NYyP7LgRsrE/s320/occhi.png" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh8xyOUNJjI/AAAAAAAAABk/1aFGawskBHA/s1600-h/occhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052812045839050290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh8xyOUNJjI/AAAAAAAAABk/1aFGawskBHA/s320/occhi.jpg" width="6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…Seguir con gli occhi un airone sopra il fiume e poi ritrovarsi a volare e sdraiarsi felice sopra l'erba ad ascoltare un sottile dispiacere. E di notte passare con lo sguardo la collina per scoprire dove il sole va a dormire. Domandarsi perche' quando cade la tristezza in fondo al cuore come la neve non fa rumore…...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh8xNOUNJiI/AAAAAAAAABc/eIxOkZyrXlc/s1600-h/Immagini_fantasy_352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052811410183890466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" height="239" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh8xNOUNJiI/AAAAAAAAABc/eIxOkZyrXlc/s320/Immagini_fantasy_352.jpg" width="5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L. Battisti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5698913847656049538?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5698913847656049538/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5698913847656049538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5698913847656049538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5698913847656049538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/seguir-con-gli-occhi-un-airone-sopra-il.html' title='ritaglio'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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/_Sj37mpfXcYI/Rh-HoeUNJlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hqv-0AAkIXc/s72-c/OCCHIBLU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-8298027804361359812</id><published>2007-04-09T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:15:43.195+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autori famosi'/><title type='text'>piccola onda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RhoP0iCHOFI/AAAAAAAAABU/iaM3tVUgEHA/s1600-h/onde%2520stupende.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051367327212714066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RhoP0iCHOFI/AAAAAAAAABU/iaM3tVUgEHA/s320/onde%2520stupende.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E' la storia di una piccola onda, che danza sull'oceano - su e giù , su e giù - divertendosi un mondo. Si gode il vento e l'aria pura, fino a che non s'accorge che le altre onde davanti a lei s'infrangono sulla riva.&lt;/div&gt;"Oh, mio Dio, ma è terribile, esclama, guarda cosa sta per capitarmi!"&lt;br /&gt;"In quel mentre sopraggiunge un'altra onda e notando quanto sia rabbuiata le chiede: Come mai sei così triste? "E la prima risponde: Ma non capisci? Stiamo per scomparire tutte! Tutte noi onde finiremo in nulla, non è tremendo?" "E la seconda onda spiega: Sei tu che non capisci. Tu non sei un'onda, sei parte dell'oceano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dal libro "I miei martedì col professore" di Mitch Alborn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-8298027804361359812?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8298027804361359812/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=8298027804361359812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8298027804361359812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/8298027804361359812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-la-storia-di-una-piccola-onda-che.html' title='piccola onda'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RhoP0iCHOFI/AAAAAAAAABU/iaM3tVUgEHA/s72-c/onde%2520stupende.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599686606585591112.post-5259606889331208361</id><published>2007-04-06T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:21:58.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri'/><title type='text'>Occhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RhZ2CiCHN-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uv5PW0YWi-8/s1600-h/slide0008_image024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050353818010073058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RhZ2CiCHN-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uv5PW0YWi-8/s320/slide0008_image024.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ho incontrato l’amore&lt;br /&gt;l’ho incontrato per strada,&lt;br /&gt;nel sorriso di un bimbo,&lt;br /&gt;negli occhi di un uomo con la mano tesa,&lt;br /&gt;nell’abbraccio di un amico.&lt;br /&gt;Ho incontrato l’amore&lt;br /&gt;nel sole che tutte le mattine&lt;br /&gt;mi illumina e mi riscalda,&lt;br /&gt;nella notte guardando il cielo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perdendomi nella sua immensità ,&lt;br /&gt;ascoltando il suono di una dolce melodia,&lt;br /&gt;leggendo una poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con un semplice gesto l’ho incontrato, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;l'ho incontrato&lt;br /&gt;guardando la vita con gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;del cuore ……… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Albachiara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599686606585591112-5259606889331208361?l=albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5259606889331208361/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=599686606585591112&amp;postID=5259606889331208361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5259606889331208361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599686606585591112/posts/default/5259606889331208361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://albachiara-pensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/ho-incontrato-lamore-lho-incontrato-per.html' title='Occhi'/><author><name>Albachiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05185430812158874525</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sj37mpfXcYI/RhZ2CiCHN-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uv5PW0YWi-8/s72-c/slide0008_image024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
