<?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-5987777059501934818</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:14:14.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if I am</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8958800018494396680</id><published>2008-11-22T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:13:02.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SSgE6A0KSxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Be9O6y9LLo/s1600-h/CIMG0156+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271468758534867730" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SSgE6A0KSxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Be9O6y9LLo/s320/CIMG0156+bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the way, step inside.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8958800018494396680?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8958800018494396680/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8958800018494396680' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8958800018494396680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8958800018494396680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-way-step-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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/_JvERkgaO-YM/SSgE6A0KSxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Be9O6y9LLo/s72-c/CIMG0156+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-9178511645165020623</id><published>2008-11-22T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:57:40.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Barleycorn II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La conclusione è proprio questa: sono i buoni, gli uomini di valore, la cui unica debolezza è di esser troppo forti, troppo intelligenti, troppo entusiasti e arditi, quelli che John Barleycorn va a cercare per rovinarli.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se John Barleycorn non fosse più a portata di mano, queste medesime nature elette nascerebbero ugualmente e potrebbero agire e compiere nobili e utili azioni senza essere rovinate e distrutte prima del tempo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di Jack London_ Ricordi di un bevitore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-9178511645165020623?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-4262733900166132255</id><published>2008-11-22T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:52:41.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Barleycorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ormai ero abbastanza allegro e non soffrivo più della mia prodigalità: imparavo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi rendevo conto che c'era qualcosa di più esilarante, nel comprar bevande, della semplice quantità di liquido; constatavo che arrivati ad un certo punto, la birra non aveva più importanza, ma lo spirito di fratellanza, il piacere di essere riuniti, quello si, contava".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di Jack London_ Ricordi di un bevitore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-4262733900166132255?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/4262733900166132255/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=4262733900166132255' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4262733900166132255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4262733900166132255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-barleycorn.html' title='John Barleycorn'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-363667152344369111</id><published>2008-11-22T04:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:44:59.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SSf-kpbuM5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/aNb8zDRn0Rs/s1600-h/P1010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271461794411328402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SSf-kpbuM5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/aNb8zDRn0Rs/s320/P1010091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..."avevo tre sedie in casa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;una per la solitudine, due per l'amicizia, tre per la compagnia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di Henry David Thoreau_ Walden, ovvero La vita nei boschi &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/5987777059501934818-363667152344369111?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/363667152344369111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=363667152344369111' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/363667152344369111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/363667152344369111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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/_JvERkgaO-YM/SSf-kpbuM5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/aNb8zDRn0Rs/s72-c/P1010091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8557520288651995244</id><published>2008-09-03T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:45:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sognatore o vincitore</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"un vincitore è solo un sognatore che non si è arreso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;di Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8557520288651995244?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8557520288651995244/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2779262801020127974</id><published>2008-09-03T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:44:24.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jackie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;em&gt;jackie contrae le mascelle da foca in uno sbadiglio, appoggia il capo sulla mano e fissa una montagna innevata, in lontananza per fermare lo sguardo su qualcosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nella sua curiosità non vi è il minimo istinto che lo spinga ad apprezzarne la bellezza".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;di Francisco Coloane_ Capo Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2779262801020127974?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2779262801020127974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2779262801020127974' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2779262801020127974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2779262801020127974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/09/jackie.html' title='jackie'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-5038732156234829440</id><published>2008-09-03T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:40:27.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>compagnia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mi piace stare con una persona intimamente perchè vuol dire correre il rischio di diventare leggermente diversi da se stessi. Alterarsi un po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perchè non è essere se stessi che mi affascina in un rapporto a due, ma avere il coraggio di essere anche altro da se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;di Fabio Volo_ Il Giorno in più.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-5038732156234829440?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/5038732156234829440/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=5038732156234829440' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/5038732156234829440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/5038732156234829440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/09/compagnia.html' title='compagnia..'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1256976917615537587</id><published>2008-07-29T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T04:58:54.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accelerate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SI8EruvURrI/AAAAAAAAADc/nHKGH8Xf2sE/s1600-h/CIMG0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228402841727813298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SI8EruvURrI/AAAAAAAAADc/nHKGH8Xf2sE/s320/CIMG0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinking fast, the weight chained to my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No time to argue with belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m not alone, a thousand others dropping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faster than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What put me here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nowhere to brake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the ripcord, the trapdoor, the key?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the cartoon escape-hatch for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No time to question the choices I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve got to follow another direction (although fall down is much cooler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last thing I remember was climbing up the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I threw the window open in challenge and despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t know what I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I needed timeI needed to escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw the future turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upside-down and hesitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the ripcord, the trapdoor, the key?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the cartoon escape-hatch for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No time to question the choices I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve got to follow another direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Accelerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The vista I see now is changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uncertainty is suffocating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our hope has never felt so great and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lit up down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A pounding pulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To make it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make it slow down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the ripcord, the trapdoor, the key?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the cartoon escape-hatch for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No time to question the choices I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve got to follow another direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The city’s burning, it’s like it’s ready to explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Accelerate to make it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make it goAccelerate to make it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;di R.E.M. _Accelerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1256976917615537587?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1256976917615537587/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-469803031650273460</id><published>2008-07-10T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:23:11.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>docks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SHYNNe6yyOI/AAAAAAAAADU/L8aq0mtWysw/s1600-h/CIMG0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221375343271790818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SHYNNe6yyOI/AAAAAAAAADU/L8aq0mtWysw/s320/CIMG0277.JPG" 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/5987777059501934818-469803031650273460?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/469803031650273460/comments/default' title='Commenti 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1325440410476799352</id><published>2008-07-10T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:16:02.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>request..</title><content type='html'>"Nor wars did men molest&lt;br /&gt;when only beechen bowls&lt;br /&gt;were in request".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ne turbavano gli uomini le guerre&lt;br /&gt;quando solo scodelle di betulla&lt;br /&gt;erano chieste".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di Alexander Pope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1325440410476799352?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1325440410476799352/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-3211486598980185630</id><published>2008-07-10T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:12:15.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perdersi</title><content type='html'>"Solo quando ci siamo perduti - in altre parole solo quando abbiamo perduto il mondo - cominciamo a trovare noi stessi, e a capire dove siamo, e l'infinita ampiezza delle nostre relazioni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di H. D. Thoreau_ Walden ovvero vita nei boschi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-3211486598980185630?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/3211486598980185630/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=3211486598980185630' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3211486598980185630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3211486598980185630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/07/perdersi.html' title='perdersi'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1464929815370638744</id><published>2008-06-26T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:19:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1464929815370638744?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1464929815370638744/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1464929815370638744' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1464929815370638744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1464929815370638744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/06/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8912913650159939017</id><published>2008-06-26T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:02:42.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le pretese della povertà</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Troppo è ciò che pretendi, sventurato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esigendo d'avere in cielo stanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Perchè il tuo umile albergo o la tua tinozza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nutre qualche virtù, pigra e pedante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alla misera luce del sol, o presso fonti ombrose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Con radici ed erbe dolci; la tua mano destra, quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Strappa quelle umane passioni dalla mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sopra i cui ceppi la virtù fiorisce con bocci belli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Degrada la natura e ottunde i sensi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E, pari a Gorgona, l'uomo attivo in pietra trasforma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Non ci occorre la stolta compagnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Della vostra costretta temperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nè quella innaturale stupidezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Che gioia e duolo ignora; nè ancora quella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Forzata fortezza falsamente esaltata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sovra quella che è attiva di contro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Questa bassa e abbietta razza, che agli scranni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Della mediocrità stretta vive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;S'addica alle vostre menti servili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ma noi spingiamo innanzi solo quelle virtù&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Che ammettono gli eccessi, atti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Di coraggio e munifici, magnificenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Regia, prudenza ch'ogni cosa vede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Magnanimità sconfinata, e quell'eroica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Virtù di cui l'antichità non lasciò nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ma solo esempi - Ercole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Achille, Teseo. Via, va' via, ritorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alla tua cella odiosa; e quando vedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La nuova sfera colma di luce, studia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Per saper chi mai quei grandi uomini sia stati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di &lt;em&gt;Thomas Carew 1598-1639, poeta inglese, primo fra i poeti cavalieri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8912913650159939017?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8912913650159939017/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8912913650159939017' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8912913650159939017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8912913650159939017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/06/le-pretese-della-povert.html' title='Le pretese della povertà'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2843177152219556641</id><published>2008-06-04T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:35:15.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tatto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"..mancava in modo assoluto di tatto con lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come tutti coloro che hanno trascorso molto tempo nella solitudine, si adattava meglio alle idee che alle persone".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;di George Orwell_ Giorni in Birmania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2843177152219556641?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2843177152219556641/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2843177152219556641' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2843177152219556641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2843177152219556641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/06/tatto.html' title='tatto'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8804339647759186736</id><published>2008-06-04T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:30:05.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SEZEXMEL_dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Nqi2ZQlZP40/s1600-h/dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207925184267025874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SEZEXMEL_dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Nqi2ZQlZP40/s320/dylan.jpg" 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/5987777059501934818-8804339647759186736?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8804339647759186736/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8804339647759186736' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8804339647759186736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8804339647759186736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/06/butterfly.html' title='butterfly..'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SEZEXMEL_dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Nqi2ZQlZP40/s72-c/dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-5514438266610853326</id><published>2008-05-27T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T05:02:19.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nel giro giusto..</title><content type='html'>i miei contatti son sempre gli stessi&lt;br /&gt;potrò mai averne diversi&lt;br /&gt;qualcuno che non sappia chi sono&lt;br /&gt;se nella cassaforte io tengo dell'oro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;nel tuo giro giusto...&lt;br /&gt;ho bisogno di socializzare&lt;br /&gt;di uscire dal mio guscio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io devo uscire dalla mia alienazione&lt;br /&gt;ti chiedo se mi fai promozione&lt;br /&gt;una buona parola per conoscere gli altri che&lt;br /&gt;che mi sembrano sempre più felici di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;nel tuo giro giusto...&lt;br /&gt;ho bisogno di socializzare&lt;br /&gt;di uscire dal mio guscio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se frequento te&lt;br /&gt;è la volta giusta che trovo uno spazio per me&lt;br /&gt;se frequento te&lt;br /&gt;se frequento te&lt;br /&gt;è la volta giusta che trovo uno spazio per me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;nel tuo giro giusto...&lt;br /&gt;ho bisogno di socializzare&lt;br /&gt;di uscire dal mio guscio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;fammi entrare per favore&lt;br /&gt;nel tuo giro giusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di Bugo_ album "Contatti"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-5514438266610853326?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/5514438266610853326/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=5514438266610853326' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/5514438266610853326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/5514438266610853326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/nel-giro-giusto.html' title='nel giro giusto..'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-6075374134632574132</id><published>2008-05-24T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:56:17.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bellezza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3XTaU1yKtM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3XTaU1yKtM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-6075374134632574132?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/6075374134632574132/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=6075374134632574132' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/6075374134632574132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/6075374134632574132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/bellezza.html' title='bellezza'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-7105875868714080478</id><published>2008-05-24T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:29:48.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>azioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Prima agisci poi pensa, in questo modo avrai qualcosa a cui pensare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;di Marcia Tucker_ fu curatrice del New Museum of Contemporary Art in New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-7105875868714080478?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/7105875868714080478/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=7105875868714080478' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7105875868714080478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7105875868714080478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/azioni.html' title='azioni'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-7458032842239496735</id><published>2008-05-23T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:16:39.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pioggia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..non può piovere per sempre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShEkDQcQovo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShEkDQcQovo&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/5987777059501934818-7458032842239496735?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/7458032842239496735/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=7458032842239496735' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7458032842239496735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7458032842239496735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/pioggia.html' title='pioggia..'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-4597533715996124881</id><published>2008-05-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:57:08.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?? : ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDZ2L0pk51I/AAAAAAAAADE/erDcVGEbuEs/s1600-h/PDVD_011.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203476364956854098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDZ2L0pk51I/AAAAAAAAADE/erDcVGEbuEs/s320/PDVD_011.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ore.. bah! non so che ore siano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e non lo voglio sapere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quello che so è che finalmente sono a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ho guidato per tutta la notte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;senza fare neppure una sosta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ma anche senza avere allucinazioni o pensieri cupi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Malgrado ciò rimango ancora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;un po fuori dalla porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;voglio capire se è tutto vero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;se è tutto reale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I lampioni sono spenti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;forse a causa di qualche guasto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Un cane abbaia lontano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Il camion della nettezza urbana gracchia dietro l'angolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mi chiedo se usare le chiavi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;al faro non dovevo certo preoccuparmi del sonno di Groucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oppure dei buoni rapporti con il vicinato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ci ragiono su un attimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;finchè capisco che non sono i vicini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;quelli che devono svegliarsi una volta per tutte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guardo la mano alzarsi al rallentatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e scopro che è proprio la mia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;la mia non quella di qualcun altro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Poi sorrido perchè improvvisamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so che stanotte non ci sarà una luce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;..a squarciare il buio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tratto da Dylan Dog_ Il guardiano del faro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-4597533715996124881?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/4597533715996124881/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=4597533715996124881' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4597533715996124881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4597533715996124881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='?? : ??'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDZ2L0pk51I/AAAAAAAAADE/erDcVGEbuEs/s72-c/PDVD_011.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2018938866839648763</id><published>2008-05-23T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:43:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17:20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDZ0iEpk50I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LM8aF4LOKcQ/s1600-h/PDVD_009.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203474548185687874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDZ0iEpk50I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LM8aF4LOKcQ/s320/PDVD_009.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ore 17:20 inspiro profondamente, mentre cerco di capire come mi sento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sono come un superstite che tira fuori la testa dall'acqua, credendo di poter vivere un istante in più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O come un relitto umano, che striscia apprezzando il dolore solo per il fatto stesso di provarlo ancora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Prima dell'ultimo istante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Prima dell'ultima immagine confusa dell'ultima constatazione incredula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;prima di tornare nel buio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tratto da Dylan Dog_ Il guardiano del faro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2018938866839648763?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2018938866839648763/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2018938866839648763' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2018938866839648763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2018938866839648763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/1720.html' title='17:20'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDZ0iEpk50I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LM8aF4LOKcQ/s72-c/PDVD_009.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-393204249900648490</id><published>2008-05-22T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:31:59.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vai.. vai.. vai..</title><content type='html'>"Vai e quello che vedi ricordalo, altrimenti tornerà nel vento"&lt;br /&gt;di Paolo Rumiz_ La leggenda dei monti naviganti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-393204249900648490?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/393204249900648490/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=393204249900648490' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/393204249900648490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/393204249900648490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/vai-vai-vai.html' title='vai.. vai.. vai..'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2602350015331874396</id><published>2008-05-22T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:21:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frammenti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDVW0Epk5zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2LQZPD1iO3E/s1600-h/frammenti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203160397097789234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDVW0Epk5zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2LQZPD1iO3E/s320/frammenti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"uso frammenti del carattere degli altri per costruire il mio" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;di Kurt Cobain&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/5987777059501934818-2602350015331874396?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2602350015331874396/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2602350015331874396' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2602350015331874396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2602350015331874396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/05/frammenti.html' title='frammenti'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/SDVW0Epk5zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2LQZPD1iO3E/s72-c/frammenti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-5764338691111499594</id><published>2008-04-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:53:26.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bellezza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disapprovi dunque che io resti quì dove sento di appartenere e di essere tutt'uno col mondo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E' vero mi manca compagnia intelligente, ma sono così poche le persone con le quali posso condividere ciò che per mè è tanto importante che ho imparato a contenermi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La bellezza intorno a me è sufficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Di Everett Ruess_ da una lettera scritta al fratello in data 11.11.1934&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;presente nel libro di Jon Krakauer "Nelle Terre Estreme"&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/5987777059501934818-5764338691111499594?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/5764338691111499594/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=5764338691111499594' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/5764338691111499594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/5764338691111499594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/04/bellezza.html' title='bellezza'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-3649948567933049331</id><published>2008-04-18T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:46:42.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sensazioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Per mesi mi ero convinto che l'assenza di intimità, la mancanza di contatti umani, non mi sarebbe pesata granchè, ma il piacere procuratomi dalla compagnia di questa donna, il suono della sua risata, il tocco innocente di una mano sul mio braccio rivelarono quanto mi fossi ingannato e mi procurarono sofferenza e senso di vuoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tratto da: "Nelle terre estreme di Jon Krakauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-3649948567933049331?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/3649948567933049331/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=3649948567933049331' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3649948567933049331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3649948567933049331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/04/sensazioni.html' title='sensazioni'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1239060268016424251</id><published>2008-01-19T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:45:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bocca Di Rosa_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La chiamavano bocca di rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;metteva l'amore, metteva l'amore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la chiamavano bocca di rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;metteva l'amore sopra ogni cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Appena scese alla stazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nel paesino di Sant'Ilario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tutti si accorsero con uno sguardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;che non si trattava di un missionario. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C'è chi l'amore lo fa per noia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chi se lo sceglie per professione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bocca di rosa né l'uno né l'altro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lei lo faceva per passione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma la passione spesso conduce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a soddisfare le proprie voglie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;senza indagare se il concupito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ha il cuore libero oppure ha moglie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E fu così che da un giorno all'altro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bocca di rosa si tirò addosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l'ira funesta delle cagnette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a cui aveva sottratto l'osso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma le comari di un paesino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;non brillano certo in iniziativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;le contromisure fino a quel punto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si limitavano all'invettiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si sa che la gente dà buoni consigli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sentendosi come Gesù nel tempio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si sa che la gente dà buoni consigli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se non può più dare cattivo esempio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Così una vecchia mai stata moglie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;senza mai figli, senza più voglie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si prese la briga e di certo il gusto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;di dare a tutte il consiglio giusto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E rivolgendosi alle cornute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;le apostrofò con parole argute: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"il furto d'amore sarà punito- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;disse- dall'ordine costituito". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E quelle andarono dal commissario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e dissero senza parafrasare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"quella schifosa ha già troppi clienti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;più di un consorzio alimentare". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E arrivarono quattro gendarmi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con i pennacchi con i pennacchi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e arrivarono quattro gendarmi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con i pennacchi e con le armi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Il cuore tenero non è una dote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;di cui sian colmi i carabinieri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ma quella volta a prendere il treno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l'accompagnarono malvolentieri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alla stazione c'erano tutti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dal commissario al sagrestano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alla stazione c'erano tutti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con gli occhi rossi e il cappello in mano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a salutare chi per un poco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;senza pretese, senza pretese, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a salutare chi per un poco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;portò l'amore nel paese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C'era un cartello giallo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con una scritta nera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;diceva "Addio bocca di rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con te se ne parte la primavera". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma una notizia un po' originale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;non ha bisogno di alcun giornale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come una freccia dall'arco scocca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vola veloce di bocca in bocca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E alla stazione successiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;molta più gente di quando partiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chi mandò un bacio, chi gettò un fiore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chi si prenota per due ore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Persino il parroco che non disprezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fra un miserere e un'estrema unzione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;il bene effimero della bellezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la vuole accanto in processione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E con la Vergine in prima fila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e bocca di rosa poco lontano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si porta a spasso per il paese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l'amore sacro e l'amor profano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fabrizio de Andrè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1239060268016424251?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1239060268016424251/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1239060268016424251' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1239060268016424251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/R49IUCshfwI/AAAAAAAAACs/89KMvQccOHw/s320/The_weather_project_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather project 2003Turbine Hall, Tate Modern London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(The Unilever Series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8829291467357097473?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8829291467357097473/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8829291467357097473' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-4324582385627130666</id><published>2008-01-17T04:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T04:16:42.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sempre moderno_mai contemporaneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-4324582385627130666?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/4324582385627130666/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=4324582385627130666' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1374863350545213383?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1374863350545213383/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1374863350545213383' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1374863350545213383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1374863350545213383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-true.html' title='it&apos;s true'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1641062700811013522</id><published>2008-01-10T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:24:53.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renè Magritte_ "golconda" 1953</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/R4YObyshfvI/AAAAAAAAACk/YP5YlwK_1mc/s1600-h/Rene-Magritte-Golconda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153822694199885554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/R4YObyshfvI/AAAAAAAAACk/YP5YlwK_1mc/s320/Rene-Magritte-Golconda.jpg" 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/5987777059501934818-1641062700811013522?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1641062700811013522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1641062700811013522' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1641062700811013522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1641062700811013522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/01/ren-magritte-golconda-1953.html' title='Renè Magritte_ &quot;golconda&quot; 1953'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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/_JvERkgaO-YM/R4YObyshfvI/AAAAAAAAACk/YP5YlwK_1mc/s72-c/Rene-Magritte-Golconda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2380964245504261330</id><published>2008-01-10T04:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:16:20.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speranza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sperare? Cosa devo sperare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Il giorno non mi promette altro che il giorno e io so che esso ha un decorso e una fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La luce mi anima ma non mi migliora, perchè uscirò da qui come sono arrivato qui: più vecchio di ore, più allegro di una sensazione, più triste di un pensiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;da "Il libro dell'inquietudine"_ di Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2380964245504261330?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2380964245504261330/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2380964245504261330' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2380964245504261330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2380964245504261330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/01/speranza.html' title='speranza'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-6420272051340723277</id><published>2008-01-10T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:02:46.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saggezza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Il saggio è colui che riesce a rendere monotona l'esistenza, poichè allora ogni piccolo incidente possiede il privilegio di stupirlo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;da "Il libro dell'inquietudine"_ di Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-6420272051340723277?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-6248936741740162137</id><published>2008-01-08T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:44:08.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayoi kusama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/R4NwDyshfuI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZtGYyqP_qOw/s1600-h/Kusama_Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153085609092415202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/R4NwDyshfuI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZtGYyqP_qOw/s320/Kusama_Untitled.jpg" 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/5987777059501934818-6248936741740162137?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/R4NwDyshfuI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZtGYyqP_qOw/s72-c/Kusama_Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-3157853998106987302</id><published>2008-01-08T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:22:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled d</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Io credo che chiunque non riesca a stare bene da solo non possa conoscere il vero amore; dubito sempre di chi dice "non posso vivere senza di te"".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;da "esco far due passi" _di Fabio Volo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-3157853998106987302?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1617303419813307088</id><published>2008-01-06T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:16:06.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled c</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nulla sa di nulla, finchè non c'è un incontro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1617303419813307088?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1617303419813307088/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1617303419813307088' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1617303419813307088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1617303419813307088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled-c.html' title='untitled c'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1259093415954319781</id><published>2008-01-06T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:13:25.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled b</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"..ho sognato di vivere in sale di marmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con servi e vassalli al mio fianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e di tutti coloro riuniti in quelle mura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;io ero la speranza e l'orgoglio.. avevo ricchezze incalcolabili,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;potevo vantare nome d'alta fama, ma ho anche sognato e ciò mi è più caro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;che tu m'amavi ancora come prima".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da Gente di Dublino _di J. Joyce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1259093415954319781?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1259093415954319781/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1259093415954319781' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1259093415954319781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1259093415954319781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled-b.html' title='untitled b'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8799355106610781733</id><published>2008-01-06T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:05:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"L'amore fra uomo e uomo è impossibile per il divieto di un rapporto sessuale e l'amicizia fra uomo e donna è impossibile per la necessità di questo rapporto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_da &lt;em&gt;Gente di Dublino&lt;/em&gt; di J. Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8799355106610781733?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8799355106610781733/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8799355106610781733' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8799355106610781733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8799355106610781733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-710774754628558707</id><published>2008-01-06T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:00:45.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working class hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As soon as your born they make you feel small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By giving you no time instead of it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then they expect you to pick a career,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you can't really function you're so full of fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be,&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you think you're so clever and classless and free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's room at the top they are telling you still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want to be like all the folks on the hill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want to be a hero well just follow me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want to be a hero well just follow me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;john lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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hero'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2792505720570696591</id><published>2007-12-19T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:08:33.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>esperienze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Perchè la personalità di un uomo riveli qualità veramente eccezionali, bisogna avere la fortuna di poter osservare la sua azione nel corso degli anni. Se tale azione è priva di ogni egoismo, se l'idea che la dirige è una generosità senza pari, se con assoluta certezza non ha mai ricercato alcuna ricompensa e per di più ha lasciato sul mondo tracce visibili, ci troviamo allora, senza rischio d'errore, di fronte a una personalità indimenticabile".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...di Jean Giono_ L'uomo che piantava gli alberi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2792505720570696591?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2792505720570696591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-5517111912061246903</id><published>2007-10-09T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T04:12:07.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"this"....probabilmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;questo.. ciò che si vuole, ciò che potrebbe essere.. ciò che nasce da un'idea, ciò che prende forma, aria, luce, colore.. ciò che noi vogliamo, un sogno, un simbolo, un sentimento, forse un'utopia, chi lo sà, chi lo può dire, questo è ciò che noi vogliamo, sensazioni..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-5517111912061246903?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8489541599099140621</id><published>2007-10-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:21:47.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la crisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sto vivendo una crisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e una crisi c'è sempre ogni volta che qualcosa non va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sto vivendo una crisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e una crisi è nell'aria ogni volta che mi sento solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so che rimarrò distratto per un pò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quindi rimarrò altrettanto distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quando inizia una crisi è un po tutto concesso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quasi come a carnevale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quando è in corso una crisi dimentico tutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e posso farmi perdonare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so che rimarrò un pò assente da scuola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;forse non andrei nemmeno al lavoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quando arriva una crisi riaffiorano alcuni ricordi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;che credevo persi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cosa penso di me cosa voglio da te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dove sono cosa sono e perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ho il sospetto che non sia un buon esempio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;camminare a un metro e mezzo da terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;molto spesso una crisi è tutt'altro che folle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;è un eccesso di lucidità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stà finendo la crisi e ogni volta che passa una crisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;resta qualche traccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;infatti ultimamente rido per niente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e non mi nascondo più facilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e malgrado sembri male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cambia solo il modo di giudicare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bluvertigo_ la crisi  da Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8489541599099140621?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8489541599099140621/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8489541599099140621' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8489541599099140621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8489541599099140621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-crisi.html' title='la crisi'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-1193316027606184233</id><published>2007-09-15T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:14:22.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>non ho nessuna risposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/Ruxz_HkoiWI/AAAAAAAAABM/RhBFSp89ZnY/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110587205360322914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/Ruxz_HkoiWI/AAAAAAAAABM/RhBFSp89ZnY/s320/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…sullo schermo appare una linea.. e su quella sono bloccato.. molte cose mi stanno passando nella mente.. veloci rapide.. idee.. frammenti di ipotesi.. incongruenze.. tutto mi spinge a ricordare che sono solo.. nuovamente e sempre.. solo a dovermela sbrigare solo a risolvere il prossimo ennesimo fondamentale quesito… tutto tende ad oscillare dice Morgan.. ma verso dove.. non c’è destra e non c’è sinistra quando si è soli… allora perché oscillare… non lo so! forse sarà questo calice di vino rosso che ho deciso di assaporare per concludere questa ennesima mia giornata.. ancora una volta inconcludente.. mi aspetto forse troppo o forse non faccio nulla per aspettarmi qualcosa… domande.. si.. ma le risposte.. quali sono le risposte.. devo essere felice o triste.. come posso dirlo quando sono solo e il solo parametro che mi permette di decidere se è giusto o sbagliato è il mio giudizio stesso?&lt;br /&gt;_domande certo ma dove trovare le risposte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forse non lo scoprirò mai…&lt;br /&gt;forse…&lt;br /&gt;sicuramente..&lt;br /&gt;sono solo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-1193316027606184233?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/1193316027606184233/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=1193316027606184233' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1193316027606184233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/1193316027606184233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/09/non-ho-nessuna-risposta.html' title='non ho nessuna risposta'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/Ruxz_HkoiWI/AAAAAAAAABM/RhBFSp89ZnY/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-3895002714441838396</id><published>2007-08-22T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:49:14.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always trying..</title><content type='html'>"..provaci sempre, progredire sempre"_ lyndon johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com'è che hai tanta paura delle&lt;br /&gt;cose che tanto non capisci&lt;br /&gt;nemmeno? la gente finge&lt;br /&gt;di non vederti quando sei per&lt;br /&gt;strada? le auto ti ignorano quando&lt;br /&gt;sei in autostrada? com'è che hai&lt;br /&gt;tanta paura delle cose che tanto non&lt;br /&gt;capisci nemmeno? annaffi&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi marroni tutti i giorni? ma ce&lt;br /&gt;li hai dei marroni? c'è&lt;br /&gt;qualcosa che ti sembra davvero di&lt;br /&gt;capire? hai paura degli abiti&lt;br /&gt;a dodici bottoni? com'è che hai&lt;br /&gt;tanta paura di smettere di parlare?&lt;br /&gt;il tuo puliscivalvole&lt;br /&gt;Grasso Tuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_bob dylan _tarantula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-3895002714441838396?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/3895002714441838396/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=3895002714441838396' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3895002714441838396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3895002714441838396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/08/always-trying.html' title='always trying..'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-4497894942438222427</id><published>2007-07-29T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T05:34:50.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sensazioni</title><content type='html'>...io non ho sentimenti...&lt;br /&gt;...solo sensazioni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marta sui tubi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-4497894942438222427?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/4497894942438222427/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=4497894942438222427' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4497894942438222427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4497894942438222427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/sensazioni.html' title='sensazioni'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8854719447393523974</id><published>2007-07-29T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T05:33:49.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Breathe, breathe in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't be afraid to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Leave but don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Look around, choose your own ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For long you live and high you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And all you touch and all you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is all your life will ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Run rabbit run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dig that hole, forget the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And when at last the work is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For long you live and high you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But only if you ride the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And balanced on the biggest wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You race towards an early grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gilmour_Waters_Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8854719447393523974?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8854719447393523974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8854719447393523974' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8854719447393523974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8854719447393523974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2619781873615851531</id><published>2007-07-24T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:47:12.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fiori di Vetro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RqX0hfLa8SI/AAAAAAAAABE/oHvNMSKQ7Bw/s1600-h/leger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090743809954476322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RqX0hfLa8SI/AAAAAAAAABE/oHvNMSKQ7Bw/s320/leger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Opere mute ma parlanti, come le grandi tele di un pittore, opere che ritrovano nelle proprie radici la loro più totale espressione, opere che parlano di sè e degli altri, che mettono in gioco tutte le proprie teorie rivendicandone precisione e apertura; dettagli continuamente nuovi che riverberano e sorprendono gli animi degli spettatori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sconcerto_ Incredulità_?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Questo propongono gli autori "Dada", Duchamp e Lèger, un cinema anemico il primo, un balletto meccanico, il secondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Titoli, termini forse, ma evidenti segnali di una dissacrante e provocatoria ironia nei confronti della persistente cultura accademica borghese; un netto e ridicolo distacco dai modi consueti del vivere quotidiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La rappresentazione acquista l'aspetto di qualcosa che và al di là della realtà, ricreata attraverso il pensiero libero e depurato da qualsiasi condizionamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ecco allora che l'utilizzo di una girandola quasi inebriante o la ripetuta visione di un altalenante sorriso femminile, diventano stimolo per un pacifico rinnovo dell'arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;L'azione dell'artista non sarà più solamente quella del dipingere una tela o dello scolpire una pietra, ma sarà anche, molto semplicemente, quella di accostare oggetti già presenti nella realtà, di rappresentarli assieme, metterli in movimento nello spazio scenico e, togliendoli alla loro primitiva funzione, creare un nuovo oggetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Idee ed immagini che ruotano attraverso l'alternanza di momenti rapidi, frenetici e periodi blandi, statici, in cui si può carpire la relazione che il quotidiano spettatore ha nel determinare il peso dell'opera sulla bilancia estetica.&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/5987777059501934818-2619781873615851531?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2619781873615851531/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2619781873615851531' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2619781873615851531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2619781873615851531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-fiori-di-vetro.html' title='I Fiori di Vetro'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RqX0hfLa8SI/AAAAAAAAABE/oHvNMSKQ7Bw/s72-c/leger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8442666420610660150</id><published>2007-07-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:05:57.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scritto a... io so chi..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Quello ch'io cerco non è complicato affatto. Si tratta anzi di trovare una parola, una sola e la troverò! Ma non questa notte perchè farò tutto un sonno, senza il più piccolo pensiero."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ho paura che non saprò dire a te quello che penso, solo perchè tu hai l'abitudine di ridere di tutto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ciao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da La Coscienza di Zeno_ Italo Svevo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8442666420610660150?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8442666420610660150/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8442666420610660150' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8442666420610660150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8442666420610660150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/scritto-io-so-chi.html' title='scritto a... io so chi..!'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8732818747761457159</id><published>2007-07-05T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:06:20.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicato ad una persona</title><content type='html'>"Tutte le cose si rinnovano&lt;br /&gt;i sentieri che si incrociano&lt;br /&gt;si incrociano di nuovo&lt;br /&gt;i sentieri che si incroceranno&lt;br /&gt;si incroceranno di nuovo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patti Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8732818747761457159?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8732818747761457159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8732818747761457159' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8732818747761457159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8732818747761457159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/dedicato-ad-una-persona.html' title='dedicato ad una persona'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8796885717991046231</id><published>2007-07-05T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:03:36.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contaminazione</title><content type='html'>C'è qualcosa in mè, suppongo, che rispetta sempre l'aspetto fisico delle enunciazioni umane, aprescindere dal loro contenuto; il movimento stesso delle labbra altrui è più essenziale di ciò che le fa muovere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;di Iosif Brodskji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8796885717991046231?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8796885717991046231/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8796885717991046231' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8796885717991046231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8796885717991046231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/contaminazione.html' title='contaminazione'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-7763519109500066634</id><published>2007-07-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:59:38.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musicante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/Ro13hhhOQUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K3I0z5tzBG0/s1600-h/P1010315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083850972188262722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/Ro13hhhOQUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K3I0z5tzBG0/s320/P1010315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sono convinto che se la gente non riuscisse ad ascoltarci si perderebbe qualcosa, perchè stiamo facendo delle cose veramente buone!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queste sono state le sue parole...devo dire che mi hanno veramente impressinato, forse a dire il vero avrei voluto dirle io quelle cose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo che sono rari i casi, in questo momento, dove incontri qualcuno con questa fiducia e questa positività, rari è vero, ma molto intensi anche se presi così in una serata di Giugno, dove sei uscito giusto per non rimanere a fissare il solito schermo, lì, nella solita camera, nella solita sedia, nella solita scrivania....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-7763519109500066634?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/7763519109500066634/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=7763519109500066634' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7763519109500066634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7763519109500066634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/07/musicante.html' title='musicante'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/Ro13hhhOQUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K3I0z5tzBG0/s72-c/P1010315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-3374729681844721501</id><published>2007-05-28T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T04:47:42.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..for me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RlrBJFKz1SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WrFFkXoZb8g/s1600-h/my+self.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069576692309415202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RlrBJFKz1SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WrFFkXoZb8g/s320/my+self.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..è difficile scrivere qualcosa, ma anche oggi in alcune rapide mail ho concentrato sensazioni che in questo momento mi rendono fortemente interessato ad una possibile nuova esperienza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..una città, rapida, frenetica.. una città che ti permette di essere invisibile.. e forse è proprio quell'invisibilità che cerco.. un'occultamento capace di permettere la propria massima espressione.. cioè diventare più se stessi.. tralasciando i soliti "veli" che indossiamo per fare si che il giudizio altrui non sia negativo.. forse è questa la cosa che al momento sto cercando.. diventare più me stesso.. liberarmi e provare forse a vivere, ad abbandonare quegli abiti infatili che ancora mi "stanno bene" e che l'usura ancora non ha del tutto sciupato..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-3374729681844721501?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/3374729681844721501/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=3374729681844721501' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3374729681844721501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/3374729681844721501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-me.html' title='..for me??'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp3.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RlrBJFKz1SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WrFFkXoZb8g/s72-c/my+self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2680041963803129972</id><published>2007-05-17T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:26:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ricordando londra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkwfE1Kz1RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/koWQsYUm6Kg/s1600-h/trafalgar+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065457848737322258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkwfE1Kz1RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/koWQsYUm6Kg/s320/trafalgar+square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...un paio di giorni fa ero a Londra... una settimana coinvolgente... ho respirato aria nuova, ho ripreso energia, ho visto nuove prospettive per me.. per il mio futuro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;devo proprio farlo questo passo?... niente ho ora.. se non la mia famiglia... gli amici, certo, ma se sono amici li rivedrò.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2680041963803129972?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2680041963803129972/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2680041963803129972' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2680041963803129972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2680041963803129972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/ricordando-londra.html' title='ricordando londra'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkwfE1Kz1RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/koWQsYUm6Kg/s72-c/trafalgar+square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2276339918203611011</id><published>2007-05-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T04:36:45.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da un'amica...</title><content type='html'>L'essenziale è invisibile agli occhi_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2276339918203611011?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2276339918203611011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2276339918203611011' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2276339918203611011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2276339918203611011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-unamica.html' title='da un&apos;amica...'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-6388103645808442144</id><published>2007-05-12T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T03:04:48.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ricordando l'inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkWQ8uGUTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ek5CPzZ-8T8/s1600-h/neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063612728889068578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkWQ8uGUTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ek5CPzZ-8T8/s320/neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Comunque, l'inverno è una stagione astratta; somorza i colori, anche in Italia, e impone le leggi del freddo e delle giornate brevi.&lt;br /&gt;Queste circostanze addestrano l'occhio a studiare il mondo esterno con un'intensità superiore a quella della lampadina elettrica che la sera ti aiuta a esaminare la tua fisionomia.&lt;br /&gt;Se questa stagione non ti calma necessariamente i nervi, li subordina però ai tuoi istinti; alle basse temperature la bellezza è bellezza".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da "Fondamenta degli incurabili" di Iosif Brodskij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-6388103645808442144?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/6388103645808442144/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=6388103645808442144' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/6388103645808442144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/6388103645808442144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/ricordando-linverno.html' title='ricordando l&apos;inverno'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkWQ8uGUTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ek5CPzZ-8T8/s72-c/neve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-4893412545003897288</id><published>2007-05-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:38:13.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ma esiste ancora la famiglia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063095846754864146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkO62OGUTBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BKYmtXFOzcY/s320/famiglia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In questi giorni mi capita spesso di uscire.. e passeggiare per le vie della mia città.. spesso capita anche che mi soffermi ad osservare le persone.. oggi ho visto una famiglia... una giovane famiglia.. non ho molte parole da dire... ma quando sono tornato a casa ho disegnato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-4893412545003897288?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/4893412545003897288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=4893412545003897288' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4893412545003897288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/4893412545003897288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/ma-esiste-ancora-la-famiglia.html' title='ma esiste ancora la famiglia?'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkO62OGUTBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BKYmtXFOzcY/s72-c/famiglia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-7874074416396117982</id><published>2007-05-09T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T05:57:00.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>il destino dell'artista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Essere incompresi e bistrattati è la paga degli artisti; un destino che loro stessi si tirano addosso. La sensibilità stà qualche metro più avanti della rozzezza, perciò non può essere compresa. E se per puro caso un rozzo la rifiuta, state sicuri che vi si scaglierà contro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mauro Corona "I fantasmi di Pietra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La Bellezza secondo Borges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"E' un modo di destare allarme o inquietudine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-7874074416396117982?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/7874074416396117982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=7874074416396117982' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7874074416396117982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7874074416396117982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/il-destino-dellartista.html' title='il destino dell&apos;artista'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-8480808798293292710</id><published>2007-05-09T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T04:54:39.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from kurt</title><content type='html'>Essere positivi sempre è ignorare tutto ciò che è importante, sacro o di valore! Essere negativi sempre è essere minacciati dal proprio senso del ridicolo e dall'istantanea inaffidabilità.&lt;br /&gt;Tradurre le opinioni è una ricerca ovvia per la prova dell'intelligenza.&lt;br /&gt;L'abuso di parole descrittive ma oscure riflette la volontà disperata e sincera, per quanto idiota, di esprimersi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Cobain_ diari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-8480808798293292710?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/8480808798293292710/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=8480808798293292710' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8480808798293292710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/8480808798293292710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-kurt.html' title='from kurt'/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-2735076732809564186</id><published>2007-05-09T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T04:49:30.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Non ho paura di niente se non della paura stessa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Patti Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987777059501934818-2735076732809564186?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/2735076732809564186/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=2735076732809564186' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2735076732809564186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/2735076732809564186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/non-ho-paura-di-niente-se-non-della.html' title=''/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987777059501934818.post-7430766122737398066</id><published>2007-05-09T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T04:22:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkGu_-GUS_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N5MkrOH-J-I/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062519870165634034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkGu_-GUS_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N5MkrOH-J-I/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1st day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1st illusion&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/5987777059501934818-7430766122737398066?l=michelecandiotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/feeds/7430766122737398066/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987777059501934818&amp;postID=7430766122737398066' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7430766122737398066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987777059501934818/posts/default/7430766122737398066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelecandiotto.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-time-1st-day-1st-illusion.html' title=''/><author><name>michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546409529505984464</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JvERkgaO-YM/RkGu_-GUS_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N5MkrOH-J-I/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
