<?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-8111904476219744863</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:13:39.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mrz-istantanee</title><subtitle type='html'>il mondo visto dal mio obiettivo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-8155435942618273814</id><published>2010-09-01T21:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:19:53.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole e fatti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In queste vacanze ho passato una bellissima settimana nella quale ho potuto conoscere persone splendide. Ho parlato con loro, ho visitato la loro città, le loro case. Ho mangiato e dormito sotto i loro tetti. Ho visto realtà angoscianti, sentito parole di dolore, paura e rabbia.&lt;br /&gt;Rabbia, sì.&lt;br /&gt;Rabbia per un'informazione falsa che li condanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/TH7CNnCwyKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S5loaypA6UU/s1600/040-PAROLE+E+FATTI-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/TH7CNnCwyKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S5loaypA6UU/s400/040-PAROLE+E+FATTI-01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056533022722210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sono stato all'Aquila. E a Paganica, San Demetrio, Barisciano, Onna, Fossa. E ho parlato  con i loro abitanti. Fatelo anche voi, vi renderete conto che lì, all'Aquila, &lt;a href="http://espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio/i-dimenticati-dabruzzo/2132778"&gt;non è tutto a posto&lt;/a&gt; come vogliono farci credere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-8155435942618273814?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio/i-dimenticati-dabruzzo/2132778' title='Parole e fatti'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8155435942618273814/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=8155435942618273814' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8155435942618273814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8155435942618273814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2010/09/parole-e-fatti.html' title='Parole e fatti'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/TH7CNnCwyKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S5loaypA6UU/s72-c/040-PAROLE+E+FATTI-01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-5754375743478689260</id><published>2010-01-09T12:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:51:17.974Z</updated><title type='text'>Neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;La neve cade e a poco a poco ricopre tutto quanto. Dapprima qualche sprazzo bianco qua e là, poi un velo che rende i colori appena percettibili, fino a far diventare tutto bianco. Ma anche le forme perdono di definizione: gli spigoli si arrotondano, gli spazi vuoti si riempiono, e le pendenze si addolciscono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Qui nel veneziano non nevica più come una volta. Quando ero piccolo ogni inverno aveva la sua neve. Ora non più.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adesso, l'unica cosa che ricopre, sbiadisce i colori e smussa gli angoli fino a farci percepire le cose in modo assai diverso proprio come fa la neve, è l'informazione. A guardare bene, però, non è un velo candido quello che cade sopra alle cose, e non basta neppure un po' di caldo a farlo svanire in quanto lo si vede anche in estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forse dovremmo giocare a palle di neve più spesso, perchè in effetti siamo un po' stufi di fare i soliti pupazzi di neve. Dovremmo prendere le “notizie” inutili, appallottolarle e lanciarle restituendole a chi ce le propina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chissà, forse dopo un po' di gioco torneremmo a vedere quello che sta sotto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/S0h7XDmhOAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vyCC_FCuoXU/s1600-h/039-NEVE-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/S0h7XDmhOAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vyCC_FCuoXU/s400/039-NEVE-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424721387201837058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-5754375743478689260?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5754375743478689260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=5754375743478689260' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5754375743478689260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5754375743478689260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/neve.html' title='Neve'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/S0h7XDmhOAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vyCC_FCuoXU/s72-c/039-NEVE-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-6482700099791788695</id><published>2009-10-10T14:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:12:12.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esilio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Capitano eventi in grado di cambiarti la vita da un momento per l'altro. Eventi repentini che, dopo i primi momenti di stordimento, bisogna saper affrontare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ho conosciuto una donna che di eventi di questo tipo ne ha passati tanti nella sua vita, ma la forza del suo carattere deve essere di esempio a tutti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ottanta primavere passate, si trova in esilio forzato a 140 km da casa sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/StCHuqp5KgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ihdkZ1opI0Y/s1600-h/CSC_4431-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/StCHuqp5KgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ihdkZ1opI0Y/s400/CSC_4431-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390957989756217858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Montanara di adozione costretta alla vita da spiaggia, da maggio a chissà quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Montanara abituata a non chiedere niente a nessuno, a farsi da mangiare, a fare il bucato a mano, a coltivarsi l'orto e a farsi la spesa, costretta ad una “vacanza” forzata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Donna di una dignità fuori dal comune, costretta a sentirsi chiamare dai bagnanti ferragostani “morta di fame dell'Aquila”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mi fa un'immensa tenerezza quando, con gli occhi lucidi, parla della sua casa: tutta rotta, dice.&lt;br /&gt;Non distrutta, nemmeno crollata, ma rotta. Come un oggetto qualunque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E alle promesse, quelle di avere una sistemazione nel suo paese prima dell'arrivo del freddo, lei ci crede e ci spera davvero.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè in esilio non si sta bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lo spero anch'io, per lei e per tutti coloro che sono costretti a questo, loro malgrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E spero davvero non vengano presi in giro anche dopo, con container travestiti da case, perchè la dignità è e deve essere un valore, non un pretesto.&lt;/span&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/8111904476219744863-6482700099791788695?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6482700099791788695/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=6482700099791788695' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/6482700099791788695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/6482700099791788695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2009/10/esilio.html' title='Esilio'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/StCHuqp5KgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ihdkZ1opI0Y/s72-c/CSC_4431-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-4755688023064488570</id><published>2009-04-02T18:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:56:32.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era da tanto che non prendevo in mano la macchina fotografica. Quasi tre mesi. Un'eternità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lo scorso fine settimana l'ho passato a Trieste e ho fatto molte foto. Questo mi ha ridato un po' di serenità (artistica intendo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ma non è stata l'unica cosa a mettermi serenità. Ho notato che, a parte la compagnia – quando stai con le persone a cui vuoi bene, stai bene – immergersi nella natura e dimenticare il tempo che passa è una delle migliori medicine per lo stress da lavoro. E così, nel parco del castello di Miramare, nonostante un cielo grigio e minaccioso, capita che dei tenerissimi uccellini ti si posino sulla mano in cerca di cibo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SdT731oucCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/atCDXqLdbwg/s1600-h/DSC_5064-R-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SdT731oucCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/atCDXqLdbwg/s400/DSC_5064-R-Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320153996540669986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E ti senti in sintonia con il mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E anche gli alberi in fiore, i prati e i colori di questa primavera avviliti dal plumbeo cielo minacciante pioggia,  sono un toccasana per il nostro umore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SdT732EEaOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8nqS1ftMm8/s1600-h/DSC_5069-R-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SdT732EEaOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a8nqS1ftMm8/s400/DSC_5069-R-Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320153996655356130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Che bello.&lt;/span&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/8111904476219744863-4755688023064488570?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4755688023064488570/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=4755688023064488570' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4755688023064488570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4755688023064488570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/SdT731oucCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/atCDXqLdbwg/s72-c/DSC_5064-R-Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-4651217058137331921</id><published>2008-09-12T19:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:46:55.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcobaleno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dopo la pioggia arriva sempre il sole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;A volte il sole è così rapido a far capolino tra le nubi, che coglie la pioggia ancora per aria facendola diventare colorata. E' l'arcobaleno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mi mette serenità guardare l'arcobaleno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Spero che anche i famigliari, gli amici e quanti stanno soffrendo la scomparsa prematura di Christian abbiano visto l'arcobaleno. Auguro loro di trovare serenità il prima possibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;La serenità, l'ottimismo e l'allegria tipiche del Christian che ho avuto modo di conoscere anche io.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SMq4pNQJuMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bDfQJSTM6YQ/s1600-h/DSC_3411-R-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SMq4pNQJuMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bDfQJSTM6YQ/s400/DSC_3411-R-Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245207734097918146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ciao Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-4651217058137331921?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4651217058137331921/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=4651217058137331921' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4651217058137331921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4651217058137331921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/09/arcobaleno.html' title='Arcobaleno'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/SMq4pNQJuMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bDfQJSTM6YQ/s72-c/DSC_3411-R-Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-2939382933042636422</id><published>2008-07-26T18:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:08:43.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SpazioTempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ci sono luoghi senza tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9CY_CTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T8-UkoorTfA/s1600-h/DSC_5521-R-BW-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9CY_CTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T8-UkoorTfA/s400/DSC_5521-R-BW-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227369598130522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9VsGTeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0VZiy4nYpPc/s1600-h/DSC_1003-BW-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9VsGTeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0VZiy4nYpPc/s400/DSC_1003-BW-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227369603310964194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9prwlDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/C-xmfNTc5_U/s1600-h/DSC_0955-R-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9prwlDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/C-xmfNTc5_U/s400/DSC_0955-R-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227369608678249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ma ci sono anche tempi senza luogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9swuWsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nZz0WqBnJCM/s1600-h/DSC_0746-BW2-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9swuWsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nZz0WqBnJCM/s400/DSC_0746-BW2-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227369609504381634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ad agosto andrò a visitare luoghi senza tempo e passerò del tempo senza luogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Non posso chiedere di più da una vacanza. Posti splendidi, belli anche se visti in solitudine, in splendida compagnia, bella in qualunque posto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-2939382933042636422?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2939382933042636422/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=2939382933042636422' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2939382933042636422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2939382933042636422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/07/spaziotempo.html' title='SpazioTempo'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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://bp0.blogger.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SItY9CY_CTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T8-UkoorTfA/s72-c/DSC_5521-R-BW-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-5685034645943293173</id><published>2008-06-10T14:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:13:09.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiamme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Forse non ho molta “lungimiranza” politica. O forse proprio non ci arrivo. Davvero, non lo capisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In questo periodo ci sono argomenti che vengono trattati in maniera ossessionante nei vari canali informativi, i cosiddetti mass-media, dei quali però io non ne capisco la ragione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ad esempio, secondo i mass-media dovremmo essere tutti con il fiato sospeso in attesa di sapere chi vincerà le primarie americane tra i democratici. Non capisco perchè, ma non dovrei più stare nella pelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oppure parlano della de-tassazione degli straordinari, “così il consumatore avrà più soldi da spendere”. Ma parliamoci chiaro: a quanti di voi gli straordinari vengono regolarmente riconosciuti e pagati? E se già ve li pagano, a voi cosa viene in tasca dalla de-tassazione?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E il nucleare? Stanno spendendo fiumi di parole in favore del nucleare, poi arriva l'incidente e torna tutto a tacere per qualche giorno. Questa volta però, per giustificarlo, sono arrivati a dire che il nucleare risolverà il problema della dipendenza dell'Italia da gas e petrolio esteri. Quasi grottesco. Intanto il gasolio vola a 1 euro e mezzo, e ci dicono che è colpa dell'euro forte. Ma allora i conti non mi tornano: cosa ci guadagniamo ad avere la moneta forte se ci crea problemi ad esportare e se acquistiamo le materie prime in dollari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Certo: è una domanda retorica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SE59Kikr1PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MvJWcgO2Z50/s1600-h/DSC_5708-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239438947079410" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SE59Kikr1PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MvJWcgO2Z50/s400/DSC_5708-R-Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Non so voi, però a me dà molto fastidio vedere che le mie fatiche quotidiane finiscono ad arricchire in maniera tanto spropositata così poche persone.&lt;br /&gt;E' evidente: sono io che sbaglio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma cosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SE59Kikr1PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MvJWcgO2Z50/s1600-h/DSC_5708-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-5685034645943293173?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5685034645943293173/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=5685034645943293173' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5685034645943293173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5685034645943293173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/06/fiamme.html' title='Fiamme'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/SE59Kikr1PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MvJWcgO2Z50/s72-c/DSC_5708-R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-8434346222657262500</id><published>2008-06-02T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:28:09.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggerezza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SERXsk5JJII/AAAAAAAAAOs/61HPIDmy9fQ/s1600-h/DSC_8307-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SERXsk5JJII/AAAAAAAAAOs/61HPIDmy9fQ/s400/DSC_8307-Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207383492476347522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-8434346222657262500?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8434346222657262500/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=8434346222657262500' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8434346222657262500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8434346222657262500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/06/leggerezza.html' title='Leggerezza'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/SERXsk5JJII/AAAAAAAAAOs/61HPIDmy9fQ/s72-c/DSC_8307-Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-105701493132078123</id><published>2008-04-27T21:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:09:38.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Non conosco quale sia il meccanismo che scatena tutto ciò. E neppure conosco i motivi che ci sono alla base di questa reazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fatto sta che ascoltare una canzone può provocare un pianto improvviso e dirotto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chissà quali ricordi, emozioni, rimpianti e forse rimorsi sono stati evocati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Un pianto doloroso e inconsolabile, visibilmente inconsolabile, che è stato mosso da qualcosa di profondo e intoccabile.&lt;br /&gt;Un pianto che mi fa stare malissimo, non tanto  perchè quella canzone l'ho scelta io, bensì perchè di fronte a tanto impeto mi sento completamente impotente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vorrei usare parole consolatrici per calmare questo pianto e allontanare per sempre il dolore che lo provoca, ma mi è impossibile, non so da dove arrivi e cosa lo causi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Scusami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SBTcQ-idiYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qTVwbK676yI/s1600-h/DSC_0697-RR+%28Custom%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/SBTcQ-idiYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qTVwbK676yI/s400/DSC_0697-RR+%28Custom%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194018454488582530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8111904476219744863-105701493132078123?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/105701493132078123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=105701493132078123' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/105701493132078123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/105701493132078123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/04/lacrime.html' title='Lacrime'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/SBTcQ-idiYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qTVwbK676yI/s72-c/DSC_0697-RR+%28Custom%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-9011175519780635576</id><published>2008-03-22T13:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:08:30.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Abbraccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La razionalità e l'irrazionalità sono in eterno conflitto tra loro. Almeno in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sebbene riconosca che la prima la spunta spesso e volentieri, io mi trovo decisamente a tifare per la seconda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Non so dire se la razionalità porta a fare le scelte giuste o meno, di sicuro aiuta a ridurre determinati rischi. Tuttavia, l'irrazionalità spesso aiuta a vivere meglio, in pace con sé stessi e senza rimpianti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quello che ho appena scritto, lo riconoscerete, è sicuramente valido, ma riconoscerete anche che è ugualmente valido il suo contrario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Allora come salvarsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mi vengono in mente due possibili risposte entrambe scontate, una razionale, l'altra irrazionale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E così siamo da capo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Forse le due possibilità dovrebbero andare a braccetto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O meglio, dovrebbero abbracciarsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Finalmente ci siamo! Un ragionamento razionale mi ha portato alla risposta esatta: un abbraccio può irrazionalmente dire molte più cose di tante razionali parole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R-USfDR9U7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vsCYlG54c3E/s1600-h/DSC_7542-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R-USfDR9U7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vsCYlG54c3E/s400/DSC_7542-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180567271025497010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-9011175519780635576?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/9011175519780635576/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=9011175519780635576' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/9011175519780635576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/9011175519780635576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-razionalit-e-lirrazionalit-sono-in.html' title='Abbraccio'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R-USfDR9U7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vsCYlG54c3E/s72-c/DSC_7542-R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-7938187005078353467</id><published>2008-03-08T16:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:19:09.277Z</updated><title type='text'>Rimorso e Rimpianto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tra tutte le emozioni ce ne sono due che strettamente riguardano l'intimità di ciascuno di noi e non necessariamente le facciamo trasparire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Il rimorso, ovvero il tormento derivante dalla coscienza di avere fatto male, e il rimpianto, ovvero il ricordo dolente di qualcosa o qualcuno che si è perduto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Spesso sono uno la conseguenza dell'altro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Altrettanto spesso lo sono all'interno di relazioni sentimentali finite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Questa canzone parla di me. Forse anche di voi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Non ci resta che accettarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chris Cornell - Arms Around Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh no, da qui viene il dolore che non puoi ignorare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno alla tua ragazza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lui farà tutte le cose che te non hai fatto prima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hai avuto tutte le possibilità, ma hai chiuso la porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ora devi solo accettarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(perchè, se non lo sapessi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lei te la sta facendo pagare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(ad un prezzo che non puoi permetterti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;devi solo accettarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OH, sì&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fingi che non te ne importi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ma sai bene tutto quello che ti sei lasciato dietro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E sarebbe andato tutto bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;se solo le avessi detto la metà dei complimenti che ti sei tenuto dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hai pensato che lei avrebbe aspettato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ora devi solo accettarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(perchè, se non lo sapessi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lei te la sta facendo pagare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(ad un prezzo che non puoi permetterti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;devi solo accettarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Confessarsi sembra così pericoloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;una piccola parte sarebbe stata sufficiente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ma non hai mai detto tutte le parole che trattenevi nella tua testa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Come se il tuo cuore fosse morto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;beh, adesso di sicuro sanguina ed è spezzato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E sarebbe andato tutto bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;se solo le avessi detto la metà dei complimenti che ti sei tenuto dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hai pensato che lei avrebbe aspettato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ora devi solo accettarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(perchè, se non lo sapessi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lei te la sta facendo pagare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(ad un prezzo che non puoi permetterti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;devi solo accettarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Con le sue braccia intorno al tuo amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R9K5Waie8dI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cMd3hhv64G0/s1600-h/DSC_6971-R+%28Custom%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R9K5Waie8dI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cMd3hhv64G0/s400/DSC_6971-R+%28Custom%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175402716534338002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ad  una finta-"finta bionda"&lt;br /&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-7938187005078353467?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7938187005078353467/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=7938187005078353467' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7938187005078353467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7938187005078353467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/03/rimorso-e-rimpianto.html' title='Rimorso e Rimpianto'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R9K5Waie8dI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cMd3hhv64G0/s72-c/DSC_6971-R+%28Custom%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-2078296471552437946</id><published>2008-02-21T21:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:39:10.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Colpi di sole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mi trovo in una città grigia, fredda e nebbiosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La osservo, distaccato e diffidente. Un po' impaurito, forse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ma è inutile: lo sguardo non riesce a penetrare, troppa profondità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se insisto finisce nuovamente che mi ci perdo. Eppure comincia a piacermi, il perdermi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ad un tratto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mi accorgo che c'è il sole e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mi domando: può essere sufficiente qualche colpo di sole per innamorarsene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R73tnsQc-jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uckd2rB8VLk/s1600-h/DSC_7638-R+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R73tnsQc-jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uckd2rB8VLk/s400/DSC_7638-R+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169549213442046514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A volte le cose non sono come sembrano; e a volte le cose non sembrano quello che sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Si rischia di rimanere ingannati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quel sole d'inverno ha diradato per un poco la nebbia, ma sono rimasti il grigiore ed il freddo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me ne accorgo solamente ora che in quella città non ci sono più: sono rimasti solo il grigiore ed il freddo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-2078296471552437946?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2078296471552437946/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=2078296471552437946' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2078296471552437946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2078296471552437946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/02/colpi-di-sole.html' title='Colpi di sole'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R73tnsQc-jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uckd2rB8VLk/s72-c/DSC_7638-R+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-5903248689437041959</id><published>2008-02-02T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:29:36.242Z</updated><title type='text'>La Repubblica delle Banane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Il potere logora... chi non ce l'ha, diceva qualcuno. Eppure, a vedere le pagine di politica interna, sembra che la cosa più logorante, per chi detiene il potere, sia trovare il modo per mantenerlo. E così accade che i due strumenti che più esprimono il concetto di democrazia – le elezioni e i referendum – diventano pretesto prima e strumento poi a disposizione di quella marmaglia di politicanti che vive sulle nostre spalle da tempo ormai immemorabile, con il nobile  fine di preservare più a lungo possibile il loro status di cittadini privilegiati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Destra e sinistra, non cambia nulla, sono tutti d'accordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Si è arrivati al punto di far cadere un governo per evitare un referendum che ne avrebbe mandati a casa un bel po'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E' inutile dire quanto siano diventati spudorati ed arroganti nello sfoggiare la loro presunta superiorità. E' sotto gli occhi di tutti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E' fastidioso, non trovate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Allora mi domando: perchè dobbiamo essere sempre costretti a scegliere il meno peggio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R6RuukOQ0BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5MKZgziF3G8/s1600-h/DSC_2028-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R6RuukOQ0BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5MKZgziF3G8/s400/DSC_2028-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162372819149967378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8111904476219744863-5903248689437041959?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5903248689437041959/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=5903248689437041959' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5903248689437041959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5903248689437041959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-repubblica-delle-banane.html' title='La Repubblica delle Banane'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R6RuukOQ0BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5MKZgziF3G8/s72-c/DSC_2028-R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-5145295637580010158</id><published>2008-01-16T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:15:39.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Terra di Puglia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sabato e domenica siamo stati protagonisti, con la &lt;a href="http://www.teatro-arte-povera.com/"&gt;Compagnia Teatrale Arte Povera&lt;/a&gt;, di una splendida esperienza in terra pugliese. Invitati nel Gargano per tenere uno spettacolo, abbiamo fatto una gita che ci ha colpito e rimarrà sempre nei nostri cuori per il calore con cui gli abitanti di Monte S. Angelo (FG) ci hanno accolto. Speriamo di aver ricambiato regalando loro due ore di divertimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R45qvlwjFFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DvlfyL3Y28c/s1600-h/DSC_9211+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R45qvlwjFFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DvlfyL3Y28c/s400/DSC_9211+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156175989207929938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invito tutti a visitare quelle terre, ricche di paesaggi suggestivi, ottima cucina e gente splendida pronta ad accogliervi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R45qv1wjFGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z7VtdJu-vT8/s1600-h/DSC_9229+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R45qv1wjFGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z7VtdJu-vT8/s400/DSC_9229+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156175993502897250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-5145295637580010158?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5145295637580010158/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=5145295637580010158' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5145295637580010158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5145295637580010158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/01/terra-di-puglia.html' title='Terra di Puglia'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R45qvlwjFFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DvlfyL3Y28c/s72-c/DSC_9211+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-9090567199791848805</id><published>2008-01-07T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:43:30.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Cos'è questo silenzio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tranquilli, sono ancora qui! E' da un po' che non pubblico niente, è vero, ma un motivo c'è. Qualcuno magari se n'è accorto perchè in questi giorni ha notato un po' di trambusto nel digitare il mio indirizzo www.sartorel.it; mi scuso per eventuali disagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ebbene, ormai ci siamo: è iniziato il conto alla rovescia per la pubblicazione della prima relase del sito sartorel.it!! State all'erta dunque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R4KpOlwjFEI/AAAAAAAAANs/XW1DoM6kZCo/s1600-h/001+-+Home1+%28Custom%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R4KpOlwjFEI/AAAAAAAAANs/XW1DoM6kZCo/s400/001+-+Home1+%28Custom%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152866991784268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-9090567199791848805?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/9090567199791848805/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=9090567199791848805' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/9090567199791848805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/9090567199791848805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2008/01/cos-questo-silenzio.html' title='Cos&apos;è questo silenzio?'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R4KpOlwjFEI/AAAAAAAAANs/XW1DoM6kZCo/s72-c/001+-+Home1+%28Custom%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-509640244433813962</id><published>2007-12-16T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:15:28.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Uno, nessuno e centomila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No, non è narcisismo. Non mi vedrete molto spesso ritratto, state tranquilli. Ma questa foto volevo mostrarla per cercare di descrivere uno dei momenti che fa del teatro qualcosa di incredibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Avevo da poco finito la mia parte, piccolissima per carità, ma sempre in grado di creare quella fortissima sensazione alla pancia. Fino a che il calore dei fari non ti fa rendere conto che ormai sei di fronte ad un bel po' di persone ed è troppo tardi per tirarti indietro. Mi sono seduto in camerino, in pochissimi centimetri quadri un concentrato di oggetti di tortura che le donne conoscono alla perfezione, e ho cercato di vedermi come il pubblico mi aveva appena visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Impossibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uno, nessuno e centomila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R2WUjVwjE_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/13qYcFywzDI/s1600-h/DSC_8843-R-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R2WUjVwjE_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/13qYcFywzDI/s400/DSC_8843-R-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144681484197762034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-509640244433813962?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/509640244433813962/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=509640244433813962' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/509640244433813962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/509640244433813962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/12/uno-nessuno-e-centomila.html' title='Uno, nessuno e centomila'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R2WUjVwjE_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/13qYcFywzDI/s72-c/DSC_8843-R-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-4282617446489473262</id><published>2007-12-07T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:49:34.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Natura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;L'uomo e la Natura assieme potrebbero fare grandi cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Invece l'uomo ha tentato prima di rendere la Natura sua serva, poi ha deciso di dichiararle guerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Perchè?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R1mwt68Ev6I/AAAAAAAAAME/FyeiIr7VB7U/s1600-h/DSC_8349-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R1mwt68Ev6I/AAAAAAAAAME/FyeiIr7VB7U/s400/DSC_8349-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141334752581959586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-4282617446489473262?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4282617446489473262/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=4282617446489473262' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4282617446489473262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4282617446489473262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/12/natura.html' title='Natura'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R1mwt68Ev6I/AAAAAAAAAME/FyeiIr7VB7U/s72-c/DSC_8349-blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-4171357311216968058</id><published>2007-11-25T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:35:49.629Z</updated><title type='text'>Ricordi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Quante volte capita di associare una canzone ad un particolare evento? E quante altre invece capita di legarla a un luogo? Quale esclamazione emettiamo risentendola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E con gli odori? Quante volte sentendo un profumo o un odore facciamo un salto nel passato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ma capita anche di legare particolari oggetti a  luoghi, persone, eventi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tantissime volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ogni volta è un viaggio. Nel tempo e nello spazio. Improvviso, rapido, inaspettato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Un viaggio che ogni volta, però, ci lascia un po' di amara malinconia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R0nARV3_PII/AAAAAAAAAL8/OnrNNO3NG5g/s1600-h/DSC_8775-Seppia-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/R0nARV3_PII/AAAAAAAAAL8/OnrNNO3NG5g/s400/DSC_8775-Seppia-Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136848254155046018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-4171357311216968058?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4171357311216968058/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=4171357311216968058' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4171357311216968058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4171357311216968058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/11/ricordi.html' title='Ricordi'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/R0nARV3_PII/AAAAAAAAAL8/OnrNNO3NG5g/s72-c/DSC_8775-Seppia-Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-2926690546991746462</id><published>2007-11-13T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:51:59.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Occhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ci sono occhi che sanno essere incredibilmente espressivi. Non importa che colore o che forma abbiano, sono ugualmente in grado di trasmettermi delle sensazioni a volte molto forti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjOKvoyI/AAAAAAAAALc/LAyp7kx65gQ/s1600-h/DSC_2065-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjOKvoyI/AAAAAAAAALc/LAyp7kx65gQ/s400/DSC_2065-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132445017254634274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E così, occhi molto chiari, occhi color ghiaccio, possono trasmettermi una sensazione di distacco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Occhi molto scuri invece mi comunicano una sensazione di profondità impenetrabile, come l'oscurità della notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjeKvozI/AAAAAAAAALk/qgyDSWgeNuc/s1600-h/DSC_2789-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjeKvozI/AAAAAAAAALk/qgyDSWgeNuc/s400/DSC_2789-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132445021549601586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi capita spesso di perdermi nello sguardo di qualcuno. Mi rendo conto di fissarne gli occhi, e, come ipnotizzato, non riesco a distogliere lo sguardo se non con gran sforzo di volontà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjuKvo0I/AAAAAAAAALs/O5GCI_wTEpQ/s1600-h/DSC_7083-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjuKvo0I/AAAAAAAAALs/O5GCI_wTEpQ/s400/DSC_7083-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132445025844568898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questi frangenti ho fatto grandi viaggi. Mi sono ritrovato per esempio a pattinare sullo specchio ghiacciato di un lago, ho esplorato caverne senza fine e mi sono tuffato da scogli altissimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjuKvo1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/x8hO2ZZ1Po8/s1600-h/DSC_8212-RR-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjuKvo1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/x8hO2ZZ1Po8/s400/DSC_8212-RR-Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132445025844568914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte la sensazione è così forte da provocarmi un sussulto dello stomaco. Come un salto con l'elastico. Tre o quattro lunghissimi secondi con lo sguardo nello sguardo a comunicarci qualcosa che non so ancora decifrare. &lt;/span&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/8111904476219744863-2926690546991746462?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2926690546991746462/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=2926690546991746462' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2926690546991746462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2926690546991746462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/11/occhi.html' title='Occhi'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RzobjOKvoyI/AAAAAAAAALc/LAyp7kx65gQ/s72-c/DSC_2065-R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-1011398316465848641</id><published>2007-10-29T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:01:31.892Z</updated><title type='text'>Mondo Gatto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A volte mi piacerebbe essere un gatto. E non solo per le 7 vite di cui può godere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKSh-6-I/AAAAAAAAALE/JTPnalsYASg/s1600-h/DSC_6985-R-blog-bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKSh-6-I/AAAAAAAAALE/JTPnalsYASg/s400/DSC_6985-R-blog-bw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864567418153954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il gatto, a differenza del cane e dell'uomo, sceglie come farsi passare la giornata: a passeggio, in ozio, a caccia inseguendo una lucertola o un topolino, a farsi fare le coccole, o in tanti altri modi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKih-6_I/AAAAAAAAALM/KZWCK1_iAFI/s1600-h/DSC_7056-R-blog-bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKih-6_I/AAAAAAAAALM/KZWCK1_iAFI/s400/DSC_7056-R-blog-bw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864571713121266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il gatto fa quello che vuole. L'altra sera uno strano esemplare ha deciso di giocarsi una delle sue vite in una specie di roulette russa contro le ruote della mia macchina. Per sua fortuna ha calcolato male i tempi ed è finita che, invece di rimanere investito, si è schiantato contro la mia portiera... deve aver avuto problemi di vista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKCh-69I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ta58bqWPyaA/s1600-h/DSC_5295-blog-bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKCh-69I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ta58bqWPyaA/s400/DSC_5295-blog-bw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864563123186642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il gatto sa aspettare. Ha un sacco di pazienza.&lt;br /&gt;Il gatto è attento: osserva, prende le misure, e parte all'attacco, ma solo se ha buone probabilità di successo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIJSh-68I/AAAAAAAAAK0/BCQEXlVSLH0/s1600-h/DSC_1622-R-Blog-bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIJSh-68I/AAAAAAAAAK0/BCQEXlVSLH0/s400/DSC_1622-R-Blog-bw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864550238284738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il gatto è vagabondo. Va e torna solo quando vuole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Il gatto sa essere ruffiano e opportunista. Ha imparato che c'è sempre un uomo pronto a cascarci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Il gatto è tagliente. Con un colpo di zampa può ferirti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKyh-7AI/AAAAAAAAALU/QUIGYN9F6IM/s1600-h/DSC_7113-R-blog-bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKyh-7AI/AAAAAAAAALU/QUIGYN9F6IM/s400/DSC_7113-R-blog-bw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864576008088578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il gatto è libero. Difficilmente riesci a mettergli il guinzaglio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-1011398316465848641?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1011398316465848641/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=1011398316465848641' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1011398316465848641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1011398316465848641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/10/volte-mi-piacerebbe-essere-un-gatto.html' title='Mondo Gatto'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RyZIKSh-6-I/AAAAAAAAALE/JTPnalsYASg/s72-c/DSC_6985-R-blog-bw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-3106553535642856615</id><published>2007-10-22T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:04:52.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;La vita non è certo facile. Capita di dover attraversare passaggi stretti, ripidi e a volte bui. Ci sono momenti in cui si può arrivare a credere di non riuscire più a rivedere la luce. Ma la luce c'è sempre, bisogna solo imparare a vederla. Spesso è molto più vicina di quanto possiamo credere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rx0Bdde4xBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c9fkqYQrPx4/s1600-h/DSC_7136-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rx0Bdde4xBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c9fkqYQrPx4/s400/DSC_7136-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124253556659504146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conosco persone che stanno attraversando un momento di buio.&lt;br /&gt;Qualche giorno fa un sorriso mi ha fatto capire che per una di loro questo momento sta finendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rx0Bdde4xCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FIptr-Dxyrw/s1600-h/DSC_7137-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rx0Bdde4xCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FIptr-Dxyrw/s400/DSC_7137-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124253556659504162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha reso felice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-3106553535642856615?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3106553535642856615/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=3106553535642856615' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/3106553535642856615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/3106553535642856615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/10/luce.html' title='Luce'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rx0Bdde4xBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c9fkqYQrPx4/s72-c/DSC_7136-R-blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-271491084072617015</id><published>2007-10-15T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:47:25.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apecar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Com'è divertente andare in giro con l'Apecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Su e giù per le contrade i cartoni a raccattar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ho passato mezza vita sopra a un Apecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Da quando ero bambino insieme al mio papà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Su e giù con l'Apecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La vita è tutta qua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Su e giù con l'Apecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La vita è tutta qua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RxPB0a0W7UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sdjoATqbn7Y/s1600-h/DSC_7163-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RxPB0a0W7UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sdjoATqbn7Y/s400/DSC_7163-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121650307546672450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mercanti di liquore - La musica dei poveri - 2002&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-271491084072617015?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/271491084072617015/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=271491084072617015' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/271491084072617015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/271491084072617015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/10/apecar.html' title='Apecar'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RxPB0a0W7UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sdjoATqbn7Y/s72-c/DSC_7163-R-blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-5149761392576492853</id><published>2007-10-06T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:48:21.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrietà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E' meglio non bere. Intendo dire alcolici. Restare sobri, insomma. Perchè il rischio è grande e grave. Quando sei sotto l'effetto dell'alcol, non distingui più tanto bene tra sogno e realtà. E allora può capitare che finisci con il credere, caro bamboccione, che con mille euro all'anno, per tre anni, riesci a farti una casa, o a prenderla in affitto. Dico, ben ottantatré euro al mese per una casa. L'ho scritto in lettere, così sembra un numero più grande.&lt;br /&gt;Poi potresti credere che i contratti a progetto siano una grande opportunità per la tua vita professionale poichè ti permettono di scegliere tra molte offerte di lavoro. Così in breve tempo riesci ad avere un lavoro che ti rende felice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E una casa.&lt;br /&gt;Sei fortunato.&lt;br /&gt;C'è chi dimora su una panchina. E pure in condizione di &lt;a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2007/10/sezioni/cronaca/evade-panchina/evade-panchina/evade-panchina.html"&gt;arresti domiciliari&lt;/a&gt;, per essere stato condannato a 8 mesi per aver rubato due bottiglie di vino!&lt;br /&gt;Pensa ai nostri &lt;a href="http://www.camera.it/deputatism/4385/documentotesto.asp"&gt;poveri&lt;/a&gt; parlamentari che invece si sono &lt;a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2007/09/sezioni/politica/sprechi-politica/sprechi-politica/sprechi-politica.html"&gt;bloccati lo stipendio&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;E allora è meglio restare sobri. Almeno si può provare a reagire a queste prese in giro, senza cadere a terra da soli, miseramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RwgO9q0W7TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e16aLn6yTag/s1600-h/DSC_2147-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RwgO9q0W7TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e16aLn6yTag/s400/DSC_2147-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118357429135273266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-5149761392576492853?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5149761392576492853/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=5149761392576492853' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5149761392576492853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5149761392576492853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/10/sobriet.html' title='Sobrietà'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RwgO9q0W7TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e16aLn6yTag/s72-c/DSC_2147-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-8027919814086676589</id><published>2007-10-02T22:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:10:32.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RwKzpa0W7SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jkfL9RnkLa4/s1600-h/DSC_6910-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RwKzpa0W7SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jkfL9RnkLa4/s400/DSC_6910-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116849650801241378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-8027919814086676589?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8027919814086676589/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=8027919814086676589' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8027919814086676589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8027919814086676589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiete.html' title='Quiete'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RwKzpa0W7SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jkfL9RnkLa4/s72-c/DSC_6910-R-blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-5098976006421511351</id><published>2007-09-30T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:06:49.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La strada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ognuno dovrebbe cercare di fare il possibile per seguire la propria strada. Non è facile individuarla, però. Bisogna cercare bene e quando si ha la sensazione che una scelta possa farci prendere la direzione giusta, non bisogna temere di effettuarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1q0W7PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GJHBGj0BTJw/s1600-h/DSC_7205-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1q0W7PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GJHBGj0BTJw/s400/DSC_7205-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981247068695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tutte le strade presentano delle difficoltà. A volte il percorso è semplicemente accidentato e va percorso con cautela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1a0W7NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AEeNUVZPHAM/s1600-h/DSC_7194-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1a0W7NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AEeNUVZPHAM/s400/DSC_7194-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981242773728466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Altre volte si trovano lungo il percorso degli ostacoli più o meno difficili da superare, che vanno valutati con attenzione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1a0W7OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/U0FLxfdmY5U/s1600-h/DSC_7195-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1a0W7OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/U0FLxfdmY5U/s400/DSC_7195-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981242773728482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In altre occasioni può succedere che la nostra strada incroci quella di qualcun altro, e quindi capita di dover decidere se affrontare una parte del cammino assieme oppure dividersi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1q0W7QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KnmYZdff7fI/s1600-h/DSC_7213-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1q0W7QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KnmYZdff7fI/s400/DSC_7213-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981247068695810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In ogni caso però bisogna essere costanti, avere fiducia nelle proprie capacità e non avere fretta di arrivare bruciando le tappe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d160W7RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BvyvTj0hfoQ/s1600-h/DSC_7218-R-blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d160W7RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BvyvTj0hfoQ/s400/DSC_7218-R-blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115981251363663122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-5098976006421511351?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5098976006421511351/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=5098976006421511351' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5098976006421511351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/5098976006421511351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-strada.html' title='La strada'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rv-d1q0W7PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GJHBGj0BTJw/s72-c/DSC_7205-R-blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-2057820288086495888</id><published>2007-09-22T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:52:09.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Punti di vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Non succede spesso. Almeno dalle mie parti. Ma quando succede lo spettacolo che viene offerto si pone esattamente al limite tra il bello e l'inquietante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In una zona in cui l'aria è sempre carica di umidità, smog e inquinamento industriale, vedere paesaggi in lontananza diventa, ogni volta che accade, un'emozione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Capita così, che una mattina, recandomi al lavoro in una giornata di fine estate, con l'aria frizzantina del dopo temporale, passando per qualche campo, noto un bel paesaggio rurale e decido di immortalarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RvV_fa0W7LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L0w8KWq9Sp4/s1600-h/DSC_6775-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RvV_fa0W7LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L0w8KWq9Sp4/s400/DSC_6775-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113133129700666546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Realizzato lo scatto, ho provato a cambiare prospettiva girandomi un poco alla mia sinistra: è cambiato tutto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lascio a voi decidere che tipo di emozione sia la prima, e quale la seconda, ma dalla campagna aperta vedere palazzoni con queste fattezze e gru addirittura più alte nonostante la notevole distanza che li separa e che separa me dai palazzoni stessi, la sensazione che mi è rimasta è un po' amara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RvV_fa0W7MI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gOpajQWnftA/s1600-h/DSC_6798-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RvV_fa0W7MI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gOpajQWnftA/s400/DSC_6798-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113133129700666562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-2057820288086495888?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2057820288086495888/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=2057820288086495888' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2057820288086495888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/2057820288086495888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/09/punti-di-vista.html' title='Punti di vista'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RvV_fa0W7LI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L0w8KWq9Sp4/s72-c/DSC_6775-R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-6459741389603350021</id><published>2007-09-05T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:33:54.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ho già detto che guardo pochissimo la televisione. Oggi mi hanno fatto tornare alla mente uno dei motivi per cui la guardo poco: la pubblicità. Già è fastidioso vedersi interrompere una proiezione, ma interromperla con delle vere e proprie stupidaggini (uso un eufemismo, sia chiaro) è davvero insopportabile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Si vedono cose assurde tipo la tv che fa la pubblicità a sé stessa. E qui mi si para davanti l'allegra famiglia Abatantuono che mi fa credere che anche il cane ha diritto a vedersi le partite di calcio. A pagamento. Anzi, gratis. Sono comprese nell'abbonamento. Ma se è un diritto, perchè lo devo pagare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8REl0VPpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JOLN2UNG-V4/s1600-h/DSC_4893-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8REl0VPpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JOLN2UNG-V4/s400/DSC_4893-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106819273030188690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Evidentemente adesso funziona così, per vedere lo stesso film 20 volte in un anno, bisogna sborsare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E così mi tocca vedere Del Piero parlare con un passero che si congratula con lui per l'acqua che beve. Devo ancora capirne il senso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8REF0VPoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2vTrLmpyFIY/s1600-h/DSC_2665-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8REF0VPoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2vTrLmpyFIY/s400/DSC_2665-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106819264440254082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Per non parlare di quella che mangia il biscotto e si mette a ridere perchè è senza zucchero. Ma che ci sarà mai da ridere??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E ogni tanto appare uno scoiattolo che, dopo aver masticato una gomma, congela una foresta tramite un'enorme pernacchia. Ma voi avete mai fatto pernacchie gelide???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E le banche? Quanta pubblicità fanno di banche e assicurazioni in questo periodo? Chiamano “servizi” le operazioni studiate per rubarti i soldi. Invece di renderti partecipe del guadagno che ottengono usandoli, cercano di portarteli via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E le televendite? Se compri una poltrona ti regalano il resto del salotto. E se mi compro un salotto, cosa mi regalano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8RFF0VPqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e8f2oTIMq-o/s1600-h/DSC_5344-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8RFF0VPqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e8f2oTIMq-o/s400/DSC_5344-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106819281620123298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;E poi, provate a fare attenzione, tra i vari canali le interruzioni sembrano sincronizzate, che sia un caso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-6459741389603350021?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6459741389603350021/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=6459741389603350021' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/6459741389603350021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/6459741389603350021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/09/spot.html' title='Spot'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rt8REl0VPpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JOLN2UNG-V4/s72-c/DSC_4893-R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-4385232140634629118</id><published>2007-08-23T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:04:11.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacanze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Il tipo di vacanza che preferisco è quella che permette di scoprire e conoscere posti e realtà diverse dalla mia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Non sopporto la vacanza in villaggio turistico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2hqKt89uI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ciHgqIiK8_A/s1600-h/DSC_5302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2hqKt89uI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ciHgqIiK8_A/s400/DSC_5302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101911698684311266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quest'anno la mia vacanza è stata faticosa ma decisamente gratificante. Con tre compagni di viaggio, più o meno inconsapevoli di quello a cui andavano incontro, abbiamo inforcato le nostre bici e siamo andati a scoprire la terra u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mbra, fuggendo dalle nostre maltrattate e trafficate pianure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dXqt89nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VfXy0YBrAAE/s1600-h/DSC_5353-R.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dXqt89nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VfXy0YBrAAE/s400/DSC_5353-R.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101906982810220146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo spettacolo che ci è stato offerto è di assoluto rilievo: colline incontaminate, montagne ben curate, borghi medioevali splendidi, gente cortese e ospitale e paesaggi mozzafiato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dXqt89oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v4pTwc5sgi8/s1600-h/DSC_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dXqt89oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v4pTwc5sgi8/s400/DSC_5444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101906982810220162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringrazio Enrico, Matteo e Stefano per aver voluto condividere questa esperienza, sperando che anche a loro sia piaciuta quanto a me, pur nella fatica e, in un paio di occasioni, nella difficoltà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dX6t89pI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yBGyW8C18WE/s1600-h/DSC_5478-R.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dX6t89pI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yBGyW8C18WE/s400/DSC_5478-R.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101906987105187474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringrazio anche i Frati Francescani del Terzo Ordine Regolare di Massa Martana che ci hanno ospitati nel loro convento offrendoci una buonissima cena e un letto dove passare la notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dYKt89qI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jx6EpdTaJwM/s1600-h/DSC_5584-R.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2dYKt89qI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jx6EpdTaJwM/s400/DSC_5584-R.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101906991400154786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ringraziamento del tutto particolare va fatto alle Ferrovie, o Trenitalia che dir si voglia, per offrire un servizio di trasporto biciclette solo sui treni regionali, ovviamente a pagamento, senza però mettere sempre a disposizione l'apposito vagone attrezzato, obbligando a viaggi in situazioni di assoluto rischio, rimettendosi alla “bontà” del capotreno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2eUKt89rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AKPet1FQUMw/s1600-h/DSC_5599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2eUKt89rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AKPet1FQUMw/s400/DSC_5599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101908022192305842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sentito ringraziamento va fatto anche allo scorpione di Montegabbione e al cane di La Scarzauola, per aver lasciato vivere Enrico ed averci regalato momenti di pura ilarità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2eUKt89sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DJ70Z-H-CU8/s1600-h/DSC_5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2eUKt89sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DJ70Z-H-CU8/s400/DSC_5606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101908022192305858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infine non posso non menzionare in un ringraziamento corale tutte le persone incontrate durante la pedalata, da quelle che ci hanno ospitato, a quelle che ci hanno dato una semplice indicazione, comprese quelle che non conoscono le strade attorno alla propria casa, o quelle che le conoscono fin troppo bene e le percorrono a velocità folli considerati i semplici mezzi a due ruote mossi da pedali quali le nostre biciclette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2eUqt89tI/AAAAAAAAAIU/te8aJFNjYNU/s1600-h/DSC_5735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2eUqt89tI/AAAAAAAAAIU/te8aJFNjYNU/s400/DSC_5735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101908030782240466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8111904476219744863-4385232140634629118?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4385232140634629118/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=4385232140634629118' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4385232140634629118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/4385232140634629118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacanze.html' title='Vacanze'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rs2hqKt89uI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ciHgqIiK8_A/s72-c/DSC_5302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-7207744251172774311</id><published>2007-08-12T13:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:56:34.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormiamo tranquilli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Raramente guardo la televisione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Di solito guardo il telegiornale, sebbene mi renda conto che nessuno di quelli proposti in tv faccia vera informazione. A volte però capito di fronte a qualche cosa di interessante (cosa rara, visto il palinsesto attuale), come ieri mattina, che, trovando la tele accesa, mentre facevo colazione mi sono fatto coinvolgere da Minoli e dalla triste vicenda del sottomarino russo Kursk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAYn8gNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvxpc2ALdTU/s1600-h/DSC_2085-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAYn8gNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvxpc2ALdTU/s400/DSC_2085-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097796608351568082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ci sono situazioni nel mondo che mi fanno rabbrividire, come la povertà, la fame, l'oppressione, la censura.&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono persone che mi danno molta speranza, che lottano e danno loro stessi per creare un mondo migliore dove non esistano le situazioni sopra accennate. Queste persone lavorano a tutti i livelli per creare situazioni di benessere diffuso e un clima sereno in tutte le relazioni quotidiane. Sono persone che ammiro molto perchè arrivano dove io probabilmente non avrei mai il coraggio di andare.&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono persone invece che fanno esattamente l'opposto, e lottano affinchè il povero rimanga povero, l'affamato resti affamato e l'oppresso resti oppresso. Per loro queste condizioni sono essenziali per mantenere il proprio status in cui l'unico riferimento è il soldo. La censura per queste persone resta un argomento a parte, poiché spesso loro stessi rappresentano l'unica “informazione” possibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAon8gOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wujoFEILjho/s1600-h/DSC_3528-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAon8gOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wujoFEILjho/s400/DSC_3528-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097796612646535394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cosa centra con Minoli e con il sottomarino russo tutto ciò? Beh, oggi mi è sembrato lampante più che mai (e del tutto avvilente) come la seconda categoria di persone che ho descritto riesca regolarmente a ricoprire ruoli istituzionali e a governarci, rendendo vane le fatiche della prima categoria di persone. A loro infatti ben poco interessano i problemi della gente, la popolazione diventa una misera cartina al tornasole per misurare la propria popolarità, poiché a loro interessa solo il potere e come mantenerlo, al fine di accumulare quanta più ricchezza possibile.&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente a seguito di quell'incidente, con la politica e uno scambio di tanti, ma davvero tanti soldi e favori (di certo non a favore delle famiglie delle vittime), si è evitata una guerra nucleare.&lt;br /&gt;E noi, cosa facciamo di fronte a questa realtà? Continuiamo a dormire.&lt;br /&gt;Del resto, in mano a questa gente, possiamo dormire sonni tranquilli, perchè tra loro, un accordo, lo trovano sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAIn8gMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QnSDZES21ms/s1600-h/DSC_2046-R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAIn8gMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QnSDZES21ms/s400/DSC_2046-R-Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097796604056600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8111904476219744863-7207744251172774311?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7207744251172774311/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=7207744251172774311' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7207744251172774311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7207744251172774311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/08/dormiamo-tranquilli.html' title='Dormiamo tranquilli'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rr8DAYn8gNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvxpc2ALdTU/s72-c/DSC_2085-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-8039613547197414000</id><published>2007-07-26T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:37:02.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Osservavo la Luna e pensavo a quanto è bella, così lontana, misteriosa, silenziosa e discreta.&lt;br /&gt;Pensavo alla Luna piena, alla mezza Luna e allo spicchio di Luna.&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte desidero la Luna?&lt;br /&gt;Quante altre invece ce l'ho di fronte e non me ne accorgo?&lt;br /&gt;E quante altre ancora mi sembra di toccarla con un dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkDkYn8gDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wqLOX6OTNME/s1600-h/DSC_4829-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091604777339224114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkDkYn8gDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wqLOX6OTNME/s400/DSC_4829-Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A volte si mostra soltanto a metà.&lt;br /&gt;O si nasconde per metà.&lt;br /&gt;Dipende se è crescente o calante dirà qualcuno.&lt;br /&gt;Dipende dal mio umore, dico io.&lt;br /&gt;Altre volte invece sembra non esserci, invece è solo il mio punto di vista che è sbagliato e quindi non mi riesce di vederla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkEKon8gEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LheAIR7aqmY/s1600-h/DSC_4334_Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091605434469220418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkEKon8gEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LheAIR7aqmY/s400/DSC_4334_Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Per attrarre la nostra attenzione certe volte si rende splendente, altre si nasconde dietro ad un velo che ne rende i contorni impercettibili, altre ancora danza tra le nuvole.&lt;br /&gt;Quando manca vorremmo ci fosse, per illuminare il nostro sentiero. Quando invece c'è, vorremmo non ci fosse, per poter vedere anche le altre stelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkEKon8gFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uOK2aNichJg/s1600-h/DSC_3980-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091605434469220434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkEKon8gFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uOK2aNichJg/s400/DSC_3980-Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Luna è una donna affascinante che sa farsi desiderare e allo stesso tempo sa concedersi, può influenzare le maree del nostro umore, illuminare la nostra strada od oscurarla.&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/8111904476219744863-8039613547197414000?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8039613547197414000/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=8039613547197414000' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8039613547197414000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/8039613547197414000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/07/osservavo-la-luna-e-pensavo-quanto.html' title='Luna'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RqkDkYn8gDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wqLOX6OTNME/s72-c/DSC_4829-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-1895196985263877828</id><published>2007-07-14T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:26:49.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prurito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cos'è che in questo momento mi fa così tanto prurito?&lt;br /&gt;Le punture di zanzara, ovviamente, ma non solo.&lt;br /&gt;Per esempio mi provoca fastidio sentire i politici parlare dei lavori logoranti, loro che non hanno mai lavorato.&lt;br /&gt;Mi fa prurito pensare a quanto si investe in relazioni umane e quanto poco spesso si raccoglie.&lt;br /&gt;Mi infastidisce l'ipocrisia che bisogna avere nei rapporti professionali.&lt;br /&gt;Non riesco a trattenermi dal grattarmi quando sento la chiesa parlare di coppie di fatto.&lt;br /&gt;Mi dà molto prurito la mia incapacità, a volte, di esprimere i miei sentimenti.&lt;br /&gt;Mi spellerei piuttosto che compilare gli studi di settore.&lt;br /&gt;Mi dà enorme fastidio pensare all'impotenza che abbiamo di fronte alle grandi ingiustizie del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi fa prurito l'incoerenza a tutti i livelli, chi predica bene e razzola male, chi fa morali o dà lezioni di vita.&lt;br /&gt;Gratterei via volentieri coloro che sfruttano il lavoro degli altri, e chi fa leggi che permettono loro di farlo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi dà noia il non potermi esprimere come vorrei, il non poter disporre a pieno del mio tempo e il non riuscire a creare rapporti profondi quanto vorrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rpkw_zQOvkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iPMUfT-oTfY/s1600-h/DSC_2646_R-Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087151126739861058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rpkw_zQOvkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iPMUfT-oTfY/s400/DSC_2646_R-Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La cosa però che mi fa più prurito di tutte, è che quando si presenta uno di questi pruriti, solitamente lo fa in uno di quei punti che non ci si arriva a grattare!&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/8111904476219744863-1895196985263877828?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1895196985263877828/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=1895196985263877828' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1895196985263877828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1895196985263877828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/07/prurito.html' title='Prurito'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rpkw_zQOvkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iPMUfT-oTfY/s72-c/DSC_2646_R-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-6555692230317291560</id><published>2007-07-07T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:33:13.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ho voglia di vacanza&lt;br /&gt;di prendere e partire&lt;br /&gt;di andare avanti&lt;br /&gt;nessuna meta precisa&lt;br /&gt;qualunque direzione&lt;br /&gt;per scoprire e vedere&lt;br /&gt;quanto non conosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Ro-_9LDAwmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5VKJfMNJrFw/s1600-h/DSC_1925_Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084493561982927458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Ro-_9LDAwmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5VKJfMNJrFw/s400/DSC_1925_Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-6555692230317291560?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6555692230317291560/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=6555692230317291560' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/6555692230317291560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/6555692230317291560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/07/libert.html' title='Libertà'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Ro-_9LDAwmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5VKJfMNJrFw/s72-c/DSC_1925_Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-3486293412487270941</id><published>2007-06-28T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:21:59.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La scelta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mi sta capitando una cosa strana. Devo scegliere una foto per una persona, e non so proprio come e quale scegliere.&lt;br /&gt;Mi è capitato di scegliere foto perchè tecnicamente ben riuscite, ho scelto foto per concorsi, ho scelto foto per il blog, ma questa volta sono davvero in difficoltà.&lt;br /&gt;Il modo in cui ciascuno vede ed interpreta un'immagine è estremamente soggettivo e personale, dipendendo, tra le altre cose, anche dal bagaglio di esperienze che chi guarda quell'immagine ha accumulato fino a quel momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoQk3LDAwlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lKW3uD8HEpw/s1600-h/DSC_2676_Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081226809857589842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoQk3LDAwlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lKW3uD8HEpw/s400/DSC_2676_Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Allora penso al carattere e alla personalità di questa persona, alle esperienze comuni che ci hanno legato, alle sue aspettative per il futuro, ai suoi sogni. Niente.&lt;br /&gt;Potrei provare a rappresentarla con un fiore, un paesaggio o qualsiasi altra cosa. Niente ancora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoQk27DAwkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Oy8morwAZZg/s1600-h/DSC_2542_R_Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081226805562622530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoQk27DAwkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Oy8morwAZZg/s400/DSC_2542_R_Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Forse dovrei fare un collage di immagini. Forse una sola immagine è troppo poco per una persona. A pensarci ne avrei una moltitudine da mettere assieme per rappresentarla.&lt;br /&gt;Ma alla fine è come cercare di descrivere un'emozione a parole: ne servono tante e non sono comunque mai sufficienti.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo questo lungo discorso non so ancora cosa sceglierò, ma l'importante è che l'immagine scelta riesca comunque ad esprimere un'emozione, poco importa se è uguale a quella che provo io guardandola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-3486293412487270941?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3486293412487270941/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=3486293412487270941' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/3486293412487270941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/3486293412487270941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-scelta.html' title='La scelta'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoQk3LDAwlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lKW3uD8HEpw/s72-c/DSC_2676_Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-1612875476544246703</id><published>2007-06-27T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:39:31.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezia - Il bello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ad essere sincero, faccio molta meno fatica a trovare e presentare il bello di Venezia rispetto al brutto. Lo trovo molto più facile da scovare, anche uscendo dalla banale foto da cartolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVrDAwjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GrPidig2v6c/s1600-h/DSC_1948_R2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080844703797133874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVrDAwjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GrPidig2v6c/s400/DSC_1948_R2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Forse è questione di carattere, ma ho la sensazione di essere colpito molto più facilmente da qualcosa di bello piuttosto che dal contrario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVbDAwiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gvFQJrI0H5Q/s1600-h/DSC_3865_R2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080844699502166562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVbDAwiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gvFQJrI0H5Q/s400/DSC_3865_R2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E' vero, Mestre mi ha abituato al brutto fin da piccolo, ma mi auguro profondamente che la mia non sia una sorta di assuefazione, altrimenti vorrebbe dire che sono quasi irrecuperabile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVbDAwhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5d1LOjmviFs/s1600-h/DSC_3901_R2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080844699502166546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVbDAwhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5d1LOjmviFs/s400/DSC_3901_R2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In compenso scopro che sono ancora in grado di meravigliarmi per un lucchetto appeso ad una porta, per un lampione rosa, per dei coloratissimi dipinti su tele che ricoprono un'arca o per un piccione che si disseta in una fontana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVLDAwgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dEq97y4tBf8/s1600-h/DSC_3906_R2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080844695207199234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVLDAwgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dEq97y4tBf8/s400/DSC_3906_R2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se ci si ferma in un campo per un po' di tempo e osservare i passanti, è possibile poi scorgere persone dagli atteggiamenti così pittoreschi che risulterà impossibile resistere alla tentazione di scattargli una foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLIK7DAwfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NusVIKL5vaI/s1600-h/DSC_3935_R2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080843419601912306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLIK7DAwfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NusVIKL5vaI/s400/DSC_3935_R2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Venezia è bella per tutte le singolarità che offre, sembra sempre uguale a se stessa, e invece è sempre così diversa da riservare sempre qualcosa di nuovo.&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/8111904476219744863-1612875476544246703?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1612875476544246703/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=1612875476544246703' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1612875476544246703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1612875476544246703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/venezia-il-bello.html' title='Venezia - Il bello'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoLJVrDAwjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GrPidig2v6c/s72-c/DSC_1948_R2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-1388257975010935232</id><published>2007-06-26T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:41:48.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezia: il brutto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Assieme ad un gruppo di appassionati di fotografia e all'associazione culturale Blog Territori &amp;amp; Paradossi, sto cercando di dare il mio contributo per l'allestimento di una mostra fotografica su Venezia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Il tema è: “Venezia: città più bella del mondo?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Questo tema non è affatto semplice da svolgere, tuttavia, passeggiando per calli e campielli, qualche spunto interessante è possibile trovarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF1yLA1fJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IzfjETqnv6A/s1600-h/DSC_1910_R.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080471359460834450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF1yLA1fJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IzfjETqnv6A/s400/DSC_1910_R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quello che però ho scoperto passeggiando a caso in questo labirinto, è che Venezia bisognerebbe sempre guardarla con questo spirito, cercando di vederla da punti di vista che siano il più lontano possibile da quelli delle cartoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF21rA1fMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yzmGN16RSMg/s1600-h/DSC_3885_R.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080472519102004418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF21rA1fMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yzmGN16RSMg/s400/DSC_3885_R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Questa regola, che vale in generale per qualunque soggetto tanto più quanto più famoso e conosciuto esso sia, a Venezia acquista una forza del tutto particolare.&lt;br /&gt;Infatti è facilissimo che spostandosi per cambiare il punto di vista si scoprano scorci normalmente ignorati o angoli mai visti anche se Venezia la si frequenta da anni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF2dLA1fLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NQ6DsQRSdIw/s1600-h/DSC_3891_R.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080472098195209394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF2dLA1fLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NQ6DsQRSdIw/s400/DSC_3891_R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vorrei ringraziare Roberto che ci ha permesso di fare una bellissima esperienza: entrare a Venezia direttamente in barca remando, e “passeggiare” in Canal Grande, sul pelo dell'acqua, con un angolo di visuale davvero insolito! Alcune foto potete vederle &lt;a href="http://blogterritorieparadossi.blogspot.com/2007/06/bellissimoooo.html"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF2PbA1fKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z3HvCYi58RI/s1600-h/DSC_3904_R.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080471861972008098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF2PbA1fKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z3HvCYi58RI/s400/DSC_3904_R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La cosa che più mi rattrista è che alcuni problemi di Venezia sono causati dagli stessi veneziani, vedi per esempio il moto ondoso o le innumerevoli scritte sui muri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-1388257975010935232?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1388257975010935232/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=1388257975010935232' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1388257975010935232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/1388257975010935232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/assieme-ad-un-gruppo-di-appassionati-di.html' title='Venezia: il brutto'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RoF1yLA1fJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IzfjETqnv6A/s72-c/DSC_1910_R.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-7727675346338687558</id><published>2007-06-19T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:54:57.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenerezza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ci sono immagini che hanno qualcosa dentro che le rende in grado di trasmettere emozioni, anche se il soggetto è apparentemente molto semplice.&lt;br /&gt;Spesso capita che queste immagini derivino da situazioni assolutamente casuali e inattese. Capita infatti che, mentre si sta seguendo un particolare soggetto e si è in attesa della posa giusta, un nuovo soggetto passi davanti al nostro obiettivo.&lt;br /&gt;La fortuna di rendersene conto e scattare può portare a risultati di incredibile intensità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi capiterà di pubblicare delle foto, come oggi, senza un testo di accompagnamento, ma solo con il titolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella di oggi, per esempio, mi ispira molta tenerezza.&lt;br /&gt;Scattata a Lazise a inizio maggio, ovviamente per caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rngz9rA1fII/AAAAAAAAAEM/fZESnU5M8Ao/s1600-h/DSC_28920001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077865714471500930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rngz9rA1fII/AAAAAAAAAEM/fZESnU5M8Ao/s400/DSC_28920001HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-7727675346338687558?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7727675346338687558/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=7727675346338687558' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7727675346338687558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7727675346338687558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/ci-sono-immagini-che-hanno-qualcosa.html' title='Tenerezza'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rngz9rA1fII/AAAAAAAAAEM/fZESnU5M8Ao/s72-c/DSC_28920001HQ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-7796194427683429576</id><published>2007-06-13T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:58:08.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era solo aprile quando si vedeva la natura sbocciare e i colori nei prati esplodere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsX7A1fHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gmZBv3LFHPo/s1600-h/DSC_06580003HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075605569536359538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsX7A1fHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gmZBv3LFHPo/s400/DSC_06580003HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era solo aprile quando ci si preoccupava per le piante sbocciate prematuramente, per le api, e per il possibile danno in caso di un brusco abbassamento delle temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsM7A1fGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J2Kjoh2KeC4/s1600-h/DSC_06360002HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075605380557798498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsM7A1fGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J2Kjoh2KeC4/s400/DSC_06360002HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era solo aprile quando già ci si lamentava per il caldo che faceva.&lt;br /&gt;Era solo aprile quando cominciava a farsi sentire l'allarme siccità, e si misuravano i livelli dei fiumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsDbA1fFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8Y0VQ2JFGo4/s1600-h/DSC_14860005HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075605217349041234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsDbA1fFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8Y0VQ2JFGo4/s400/DSC_14860005HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era solo aprile quando ci si chiedeva quanto caldo avrebbe fatto quest'estate.&lt;br /&gt;Era solo aprile quando i meteorologi prevedevano per l'Italia l'estate più torrida di cui uomo vivo potesse avere memoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAr47A1fEI/AAAAAAAAADs/EdZnky3i9xE/s1600-h/DSC_14890006HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075605036960414786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAr47A1fEI/AAAAAAAAADs/EdZnky3i9xE/s400/DSC_14890006HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ora siamo a metà giugno e sono diverse settimane ormai che di pioggia ne cade in abbondanza e le temperature sono rientrate nelle medie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnArsbA1fDI/AAAAAAAAADk/QnquZu_8BL0/s1600-h/DSC_20660007HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075604822212049970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnArsbA1fDI/AAAAAAAAADk/QnquZu_8BL0/s400/DSC_20660007HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anzi, ci stiamo lamentando di questo tempo che non ci permette di goderci i fine settimana in tranquillità, attanagliati dal dubbio se pioverà o meno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnArcrA1fCI/AAAAAAAAADc/h9_ZRehE3W4/s1600-h/DSC_36030001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075604551629110306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnArcrA1fCI/AAAAAAAAADc/h9_ZRehE3W4/s400/DSC_36030001HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La Natura nel frattempo ha fatto il suo corso nonostante i nostri fiumi di inutili parole sprecate in previsioni che ultimamente sono sempre più derise e umiliate dalla realtà dei fatti. Ci ha regalato un'esplosione di colori incredibilmente intensi, tanto quanto inattesi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnArPLA1fBI/AAAAAAAAADU/Vo6TuceEIUE/s1600-h/DSC_36110001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075604319700876306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnArPLA1fBI/AAAAAAAAADU/Vo6TuceEIUE/s400/DSC_36110001HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La Natura ha un suo equilibrio, e se lo perde, sa ritrovarlo. L'uomo, poveretto, si è infilato in un meccanismo che non può controllare, e si preoccupa di quanto egli stesso è causa di questo disequilibrio. La sua coscienza, evidentemente, non è pulita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAq8bA1fAI/AAAAAAAAADM/f7C3OHp7SGU/s1600-h/DSC_36160001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075603997578329090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAq8bA1fAI/AAAAAAAAADM/f7C3OHp7SGU/s400/DSC_36160001HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-7796194427683429576?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7796194427683429576/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=7796194427683429576' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7796194427683429576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7796194427683429576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RnAsX7A1fHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gmZBv3LFHPo/s72-c/DSC_06580003HQ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-7459792121303064229</id><published>2007-06-07T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:04:12.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuvole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Da qualche tempo a questa parte, guardando il telegiornale, mi prende una strana sensazione di disgusto. Effettivamente non c'è da stupirsene vista la qualità dell'informazione italiana, tuttavia è una sensazione che da un po' si fa sentire sempre più forte e che solo da pochi giorni sono riuscito a spiegarmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhgC7A1e_I/AAAAAAAAADE/dPe1WC9v7vU/s1600-h/DSC_0001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073410583550065650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhgC7A1e_I/AAAAAAAAADE/dPe1WC9v7vU/s400/DSC_0001HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ho notato infatti che l'apice del disgusto lo raggiungo alla “pagina” della politica, soprattutto quella interna. Riguardando queste foto che ho fatto alle nuvole ho capito il perchè di tanto malessere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rmhf47A1e-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1hfmkFTP3ME/s1600-h/DSC_0002HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073410411751373794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rmhf47A1e-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1hfmkFTP3ME/s400/DSC_0002HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I politici, proprio come le nuvole, si fanno trasportare dal vento e dalla corrente che tira, cambiando spesso la propria forma, spinti da pressioni e movimenti di aria, così come anche i loro partiti. Sanno essere sempre così diversi e allo stesso tempo uguali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhfrbA1e9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fUgbcttrRd0/s1600-h/DSC_0003HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073410179823139794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhfrbA1e9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fUgbcttrRd0/s400/DSC_0003HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alcune di queste nuvole assumono un aspetto rasserenante, altre buffo, altre ancora minaccioso, ma sono tutte fatte di acqua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhfaLA1e8I/AAAAAAAAACs/1ojYnaJRwX8/s1600-h/DSC_0004HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073409883470396354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhfaLA1e8I/AAAAAAAAACs/1ojYnaJRwX8/s400/DSC_0004HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ci sono momenti in cui si fanno molto scure e sembrano non lasciare spazio alla luce del giorno, ma tra loro ogni tanto qualche raggio di sole riesce a filtrare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhfIbA1e7I/AAAAAAAAACk/j_4odTb8GSw/s1600-h/DSC_0005HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073409578527718322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhfIbA1e7I/AAAAAAAAACk/j_4odTb8GSw/s400/DSC_0005HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A volte, abbastanza spesso per la verità, capita che facciano piovere sulle nostre teste, e, come sempre accade, i più penalizzati sono coloro che non possono permettersi un adeguato ombrello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Una differenza però c'è: le nuvole sanno essere belle e guardarle rasserena; al contrario i politici....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rmhe3bA1e6I/AAAAAAAAACc/fj0iYA__j7g/s1600-h/DSC_00006HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073409286469942178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/Rmhe3bA1e6I/AAAAAAAAACc/fj0iYA__j7g/s400/DSC_00006HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-7459792121303064229?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7459792121303064229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=7459792121303064229' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7459792121303064229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/7459792121303064229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/nuvole.html' title='Nuvole'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmhgC7A1e_I/AAAAAAAAADE/dPe1WC9v7vU/s72-c/DSC_0001HQ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-294408273229047346</id><published>2007-06-04T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:30:01.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro in Filanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A volte si fa fatica a scegliere un'immagine che esprima l'emozione di una giornata intera. A volte invece la scelta viene da sé, e l'immagine non ha neppure bisogno di un commento.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri, per lo spettacolo andato in scena nella splendida cornice della Filanda di Campocroce, abbiamo lavorato per una giornata intera, condividendo fatica prima, gioia dopo, e nuovamente fatica poi. Fino a notte fonda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le immagini che ho scelto sono solo due e ai più sembreranno banali, ma vogliono essere un ringraziamento a tutte le persone che si sono date da fare per la buona riuscita dello spettacolo, e di tutta la giornata passata assieme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmSCxI80QwI/AAAAAAAAACE/mxbAIG1k2B0/s1600-h/DSC_34360001_BN.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072322861053788930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmSCxI80QwI/AAAAAAAAACE/mxbAIG1k2B0/s400/DSC_34360001_BN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gli attori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmSCi480QvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/io-AYL9Gc5Q/s1600-h/DSC_34290001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmSDJY80QxI/AAAAAAAAACM/rGf0aZWxhbU/s1600-h/DSC_34290001HQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072323277665616658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmSDJY80QxI/AAAAAAAAACM/rGf0aZWxhbU/s400/DSC_34290001HQ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La compagnia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-294408273229047346?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/294408273229047346/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=294408273229047346' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/294408273229047346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/294408273229047346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/teatro-in-filanda.html' title='Teatro in Filanda'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmSCxI80QwI/AAAAAAAAACE/mxbAIG1k2B0/s72-c/DSC_34360001_BN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-3661790800627356462</id><published>2007-06-02T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:59:25.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto e Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tra le passioni che al momento mi coinvolgono maggiormente posso citare senza ombra di dubbio la fotografia e il teatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlZ480QpI/AAAAAAAAABM/qaoZE3pZ63c/s1600-h/IL+TACCHINO_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516519598670482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlZ480QpI/AAAAAAAAABM/qaoZE3pZ63c/s320/IL+TACCHINO_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ad entrambe mi ci sono avvicinato piano piano, esagerando direi “per caso”, ma entrambe mi hanno saputo coinvolgere sempre più in maniera completamente diversa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlnY80QqI/AAAAAAAAABU/-GO9pbw19Zg/s1600-h/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516751526904482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlnY80QqI/AAAAAAAAABU/-GO9pbw19Zg/s320/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La fotografia ho cominciato ad affrontarla da solo, trovandomi in eredità una vecchia ma splendida reflex, la Miranda, circa una decina di anni fa. Con poche nozioni di base e nessuna esperienza, ho affrontato parecchie delusioni, ma con tanta buona volontà e autocritica un po' alla volta ho imparato ad esprimermi attraverso la lente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlxY80QrI/AAAAAAAAABc/UTK3DYp8MBE/s1600-h/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516923325596338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlxY80QrI/AAAAAAAAABc/UTK3DYp8MBE/s320/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il teatro invece l'ho conosciuto tramite alcune persone, le quali mi stanno attirando sempre più dentro a questo magnifico mondo, da circa un anno. Grazie a queste persone, un po' alla volta sto imparando ad esprimermi anche in quest'arte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Una delle cose favolose che mi è successa è stato quella di fondere queste due passioni e conoscere quindi la fotografia di scena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGmA480QsI/AAAAAAAAABk/yvBNwSPlB3k/s1600-h/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071517189613568706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGmA480QsI/AAAAAAAAABk/yvBNwSPlB3k/s320/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pubblico alcune immagini che ritengo essere particolarmente emozionanti e ringrazio i soggetti e chi mi ha permesso di realizzarle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per chi volesse informazioni in merito alla compagnia teatrale di cui faccio parte, rimando al sito &lt;a href="http://www.teatro-arte-povera.com"&gt;www.teatro-arte-povera.com&lt;/a&gt;, e anzi, vi invito ai nostri spettacoli, promettendovi che non rimarrete affatto delusi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGmV480QtI/AAAAAAAAABs/OEpf3S8ElTc/s1600-h/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071517550390821586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGmV480QtI/AAAAAAAAABs/OEpf3S8ElTc/s320/LA_DAMA_DI_CHEZ_MAXIM_1841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-3661790800627356462?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3661790800627356462/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=3661790800627356462' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/3661790800627356462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/3661790800627356462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/tra-le-passioni-che-al-momento-mi.html' title='Foto e Teatro'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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/_vkROAaO8YYM/RmGlZ480QpI/AAAAAAAAABM/qaoZE3pZ63c/s72-c/IL+TACCHINO_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8111904476219744863.post-9189191914669938022</id><published>2007-06-02T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:02:50.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Benvenuti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Un saluto a tutti coloro che capiteranno loro malgrado in queste pagine.&lt;br /&gt;Pubblicherò le mie immagini e commenterò le mie varie attività, ovviamente quando avrò il tempo di farlo!&lt;br /&gt;Buona lettura a tutti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8111904476219744863-9189191914669938022?l=mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/feeds/9189191914669938022/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8111904476219744863&amp;postID=9189191914669938022' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/9189191914669938022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8111904476219744863/posts/default/9189191914669938022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrz-istantanee.blogspot.com/2007/06/benvenuti.html' title='Benvenuti!'/><author><name>MRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16071742500871096760</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></feed>
