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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBQHs-cSp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:47:31.559+01:00</updated><category term="Ombre rosse - Sioux" /><category term="Sport" /><category term="Filosofia dei giorni dispari" /><category term="Il mondo è grigio il mondo è blu" /><category term="Dio" /><category term="Cinema e televisione" /><category term="Fumetti" /><category term="Emma credeva nell'amore a prima vista" /><category term="Il mio angelo custode e io" /><category term="Guccini" /><category term="Racconti" /><category term="Ho sognato di essere un eroe" /><category term="Napoli" /><category term="Antipolitica sarà la tua" /><category term="Blog e mondo virtuale" /><category term="Cruciverba" /><category term="La stagione dell'amore" /><category term="...E bastaaaaahhhhh" /><category term="Italia in macerie" /><category term="Ottocento" /><category term="Questo sono io" /><category term="Io romanzo tu romanzi" /><category term="Il pianeta delle sexy scimmie" /><category term="Io e la mia cosa cosiamo" /><category term="Noi siamo il futuro che avanza" /><category term="Facebook" /><category term="Canzoni" /><title>L'ultimo uomo sulla terra</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>505</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="penultimi" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>penultimi</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CoccodrilliBianchi" /><feedburner:info uri="coccodrillibianchi" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CQ3k7eip7ImA9WhRUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-2837558130757514009</id><published>2012-01-27T10:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:51:02.702+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T10:51:02.702+01:00</app:edited><title>La vastità di Melancholia</title><summary type="html">Un paio di giorni fa ho visto un film che mi ha lasciato senza fiato. Mi sarà capitato pochissime volte e ora non ne ricordo nemmeno una. Era seduto sul divano con le luci spente e correvano i titoli di coda del film e io me ne stavo a guardare lo schermo nero come un pugile al tappeto che osserva l’arbitro che alza il braccio all’avversario che lo ha steso. Mi sentivo veramente a disagio e per &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/cm3ABjoXeY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/uYACtTFws08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2837558130757514009/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-vastita-di-melancholia.html#comment-form" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2837558130757514009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2837558130757514009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/uYACtTFws08/la-vastita-di-melancholia.html" title="La vastità di Melancholia" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Fr9cfCU1erQ/TyJwE7GNgVI/AAAAAAAAD1E/qMpKh1UF914/s72-c/Melancholia_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-vastita-di-melancholia.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/cm3ABjoXeY4/la-vastita-di-melancholia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCQX86eSp7ImA9WhRUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-5625473393560328813</id><published>2012-01-17T15:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:29:20.111+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T19:29:20.111+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Noi siamo il futuro che avanza" /><title>Mi spaventa lo Schettino che è in noi</title><summary type="html">- Ed eccoci qui a parlare di Francesco Schettino, comandante della Costa Concordia. Mi pare che la sola concordia ottenuta sia quella di crocifiggerlo alla sua totale incapacità. - Se  vuoi il mio parere si esagera. Tutti hanno trovato il perfetto capro espiatorio. Gli armatori per dire che le loro navi e i loro equipaggi sono eccellenti tranne una sola, sfortunata mela marcia, la magistratura &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/poFAtSsF2BY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/_q4VtmhK12Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/5625473393560328813/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/mi-spaventa-lo-schettino-che-e-in-noi.html#comment-form" title="23 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/5625473393560328813?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/5625473393560328813?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/_q4VtmhK12Y/mi-spaventa-lo-schettino-che-e-in-noi.html" title="Mi spaventa lo Schettino che è in noi" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M0e0VbNz0-M/Txfcrbn_9AI/AAAAAAAAD00/0-_GLx6REBk/s72-c/t-shirt1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/mi-spaventa-lo-schettino-che-e-in-noi.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/poFAtSsF2BY/mi-spaventa-lo-schettino-che-e-in-noi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENSXY9eip7ImA9WhRVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-8016458560195228612</id><published>2012-01-08T14:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:14:58.862+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T21:14:58.862+01:00</app:edited><title>Le poppe di Poppy e la principessa Deché</title><summary type="html">Le poppe di Poppy. C’è una signora in Inghilterra, Sarah Burge, che a Natale ha regalato un buono di 7 mila sterline alla figlia di 7 anni (che lo si creda o no si chiama Poppy) per rifarsi il seno quando di anni ne avrà 16: in poche parole vuole rifare le poppe a Poppy. La famigerata Sarah si è fatta oltre 100 operazioni di chirurgia estetica, con una spesa vicina al milione di euro, per &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/41VunkVFsZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/el3_1BwpEYU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/8016458560195228612/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-poppe-di-poppy-e-la-principessa.html#comment-form" title="17 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8016458560195228612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8016458560195228612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/el3_1BwpEYU/le-poppe-di-poppy-e-la-principessa.html" title="Le poppe di Poppy e la principessa Deché" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nb-KeP7WD4/TwmkODclJZI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/AfUnLQRFxg0/s72-c/nude-girls1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-poppe-di-poppy-e-la-principessa.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/41VunkVFsZU/le-poppe-di-poppy-e-la-principessa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGRXw-eCp7ImA9WhRWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-865409427389112494</id><published>2012-01-01T17:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:07:04.250+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T09:07:04.250+01:00</app:edited><title>Dedicato</title><summary type="html">Al barbone di Bolzano morto da solo la morte di Natale mentre tentava di riscaldarsi, che aveva rinunciato a un’eredità di 250 mila euro, case e terreni, alla coppia proletaria che controlla ansiosa i prezzi nel supermercato discount di san Giovanni a Teduccio, con l’ansia di tradire la propria ansia, dedicato alla servitù al completo del magnifico sceneggiato “Downton Abbey”, dal maggiordomo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/xEOdxqO_k3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/Wy3O_RGvet4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/865409427389112494/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/dedicato.html#comment-form" title="16 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/865409427389112494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/865409427389112494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/Wy3O_RGvet4/dedicato.html" title="Dedicato" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2012/01/dedicato.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/xEOdxqO_k3k/dedicato.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQARXY7fip7ImA9WhRXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-2225139521152822222</id><published>2011-12-24T12:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:49:04.806+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T12:49:04.806+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Napoli" /><title>Nelle chiese di Napoli</title><summary type="html">La basilica di Santa Chiara. Siamo seduti nella basilica di Santa Chiara, del monastero ispiratore di alcune canzoni indimenticabili, forse, penso, la chiesa più bella di Napoli o anche del mondo, il luogo ideale per stare in raccoglimento, che tu sia credente o no. Me ne starei per ore a rimirare l’aspetto spartano della chiesa, le sue mura chiare quasi da fortezza, il Cristo senza fronzoli sull&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/tWxUib7_5J0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/JKFleKCqkik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2225139521152822222/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/12/nelle-chiese-di-napoli.html#comment-form" title="16 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2225139521152822222?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2225139521152822222?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/JKFleKCqkik/nelle-chiese-di-napoli.html" title="Nelle chiese di Napoli" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/12/nelle-chiese-di-napoli.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/tWxUib7_5J0/nelle-chiese-di-napoli.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DRXcyfCp7ImA9WhRXEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-1613652729269631238</id><published>2011-12-18T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:16:14.994+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T12:16:14.994+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Questo sono io" /><title>Rap di Natale</title><summary type="html">


Voglio il presepe quest'anno, l'albero di una volta, il Natale in casa Cupiello, quello del primo atto della commedia, Tommasino il Nennillo che si mangia i maccheroni scaldati avanzati che sarebbero dovuti spettare a Eduardo, si vende le scarpe dello zio e non dice nemmeno sotto tortura che il presepe del padre è bello, Natale con Totò e signori si nasce, con Jimmy Stewart e René Clair, la &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/XACZIVSyV_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/hXIzk5AEMfo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/1613652729269631238/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2008/12/rap-di-natale.html#comment-form" title="34 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/1613652729269631238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/1613652729269631238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/hXIzk5AEMfo/rap-di-natale.html" title="Rap di Natale" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxNt9P3hz0I/Tu3LIl4KEeI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/uCcdQR4kIrs/s72-c/charlie+Chaplin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>34</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2008/12/rap-di-natale.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/XACZIVSyV_k/rap-di-natale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GQ3w_cSp7ImA9WhRQF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-1134117733825384202</id><published>2011-12-10T14:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:50:22.249+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T10:50:22.249+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="...E bastaaaaahhhhh" /><title>Ormai anche i serial killer sono pantofolai</title><summary type="html">Pensierino di Natale: un po’ di tempo fa è caduto pure l’ultimo mito che avevo, quello dei serial killer. Facciamo un passo indietro. I serial killer, si sa, sono squilibrati con gravi problemi psicologici, però mi pareva che si sottraessero alla logica del comportamento umano. Con le loro azioni sanguinarie, sicuramente folli, mi pareva che attuassero una forma di primordiale protesta contro la &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/iHE_tPHgxvk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/zlv-piY8few" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/1134117733825384202/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/12/ormai-anche-i-serial-killer-sono.html#comment-form" title="16 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/1134117733825384202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/1134117733825384202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/zlv-piY8few/ormai-anche-i-serial-killer-sono.html" title="Ormai anche i serial killer sono pantofolai" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/12/ormai-anche-i-serial-killer-sono.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/iHE_tPHgxvk/ormai-anche-i-serial-killer-sono.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGSHoyeip7ImA9WhRQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-259400069877681978</id><published>2011-12-05T18:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:42:09.492+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T15:42:09.492+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog e mondo virtuale" /><title>Il blog di Celentano</title><summary type="html"> - Hai sentito la splendida notizia? Anche Celentano si fa un blog.  - Ho sentito, ma perché questa notizia dovrebbe essere splendida?  - Ti devo spiegare proprio tutto? Se Celentano si fa il blog significa che il mondo del blog, un mondo a cui siamo affezionati,  non è proprio morto come si lagnano in molti, ma è un posto vivo e vitale. Però il vero punto è un altro. Celentano è uno pieno di &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/LrLOCd-7vnI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/qENpmqDUjrA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/259400069877681978/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-blog-di-celentano.html#comment-form" title="19 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/259400069877681978?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/259400069877681978?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/qENpmqDUjrA/il-blog-di-celentano.html" title="Il blog di Celentano" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4Q0HMyoAWiE/Tt01RDdyEoI/AAAAAAAAD0E/6DaRFDUfsUY/s72-c/yuppidutvt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-blog-di-celentano.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/LrLOCd-7vnI/il-blog-di-celentano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGQng5fCp7ImA9WhRQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-6456924900356386702</id><published>2011-11-24T20:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:42:03.624+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T15:42:03.624+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italia in macerie" /><title>La politica delle facce</title><summary type="html">Le facce dei politici. È da anni che si cerca un politico capace di guidare bene la Nazione. Per anni si è fatta questa ricerca basandosi sulla storia dei politici, sul loro curriculum lavorativo ed esistenziale, sulla loro esperienza politica o sulla loro lontananza dal mondo parlamentare vista come una lontananza dalla corruzione insita in certi luoghi, sulla loro intelligenza o non &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/fAmuRv9YI8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/2tnuPUisKR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/6456924900356386702/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-politica-delle-facce.html#comment-form" title="37 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6456924900356386702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6456924900356386702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/2tnuPUisKR0/la-politica-delle-facce.html" title="La politica delle facce" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cfJd6dubBRc/Ts9faE5iUdI/AAAAAAAADz4/VdAj7v-ZZ8M/s72-c/videocc5a00e46aba%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>37</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-politica-delle-facce.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/fAmuRv9YI8E/la-politica-delle-facce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDQXY9cSp7ImA9WhRSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-3001528872047316467</id><published>2011-11-17T17:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:04:30.869+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T11:04:30.869+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italia in macerie" /><title>La raccomandazione insegnata a scuola</title><summary type="html">- Ieri hai sentito il presidente Napolitano?  - No, cosa ha detto?  - Parlando al Quirinale ha spronato gli italiani a non credere alla diffusissima convinzione che la raccomandazione serva più dell’impegno personale.  - Ma che bravo presidente, abbiamo! Dovremmo dargli una medaglia.  - I telegiornali si sono buttati a pesce sulla notizia intervistando i passanti: tutti credevano nel successo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/GQgYDzGAUGk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/y-aRbmTJS8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/3001528872047316467/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/11/ieri-hai-sentito-il-presidente.html#comment-form" title="21 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/3001528872047316467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/3001528872047316467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/y-aRbmTJS8c/ieri-hai-sentito-il-presidente.html" title="La raccomandazione insegnata a scuola" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/11/ieri-hai-sentito-il-presidente.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/GQgYDzGAUGk/ieri-hai-sentito-il-presidente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcER305cCp7ImA9WhRSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-7291489677538131650</id><published>2011-11-10T12:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:20:06.328+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T11:20:06.328+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Il mondo è grigio il mondo è blu" /><title>One</title><summary type="html">Una donna.  Kay, la bella rapita dal Mostro della laguna nera, film del 1954.  Una donna peperina con cui duettare.  L’unica donna nella base artica del film La cosa da un altro mondo del 1951.  Una donna da sposare.  La moglie dello scienziato che deve salvare il mondo nella Terra contro i dischi volanti del 1956.  Una donna con cui fare fru fru.  L’infermiera pettoruta del film L’invasione &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/xkj09jly5_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/4_3rjtHEEjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/7291489677538131650/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/11/one.html#comment-form" title="14 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/7291489677538131650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/7291489677538131650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/4_3rjtHEEjY/one.html" title="One" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ33vajkQZs/Tru6ogGEVbI/AAAAAAAADzo/Yvd9AMuQ4Ik/s72-c/indice.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/11/one.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/xkj09jly5_Y/one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGSHc-eCp7ImA9WhRSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-3718954182493177972</id><published>2011-10-31T15:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:20:29.950+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T11:20:29.950+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Antipolitica sarà la tua" /><title>Pugilato e capitalismo</title><summary type="html"> Prima parte, il pugilato. Un po’ di tempo fa morì un pugile sul ring, si chiamava Fabrizio De Chiara e nell’unica foto che ho trovato appariva un ragazzo bravo e buono quasi come il motociclista Simoncelli. Non era raro che morissero pugili in un match e anche in questo caso si aprì un dibattito. Naturalmente ci fu chi parlò di incidente, di tragica fatalità, di evento funesto e imprevedibile, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/MUyOj9srgx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/FPCWPNM77wk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/3718954182493177972/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/pugilato-e-capitalismo.html#comment-form" title="18 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/3718954182493177972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/3718954182493177972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/FPCWPNM77wk/pugilato-e-capitalismo.html" title="Pugilato e capitalismo" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrXS6Pbx7b0/Tq7sehR9bKI/AAAAAAAADzg/mbrmWXJS0mg/s72-c/pugilato+e+capitalismo+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/pugilato-e-capitalismo.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/MUyOj9srgx4/pugilato-e-capitalismo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cASH84cCp7ImA9WhdaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-8825498921229993252</id><published>2011-10-24T20:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:10:49.138+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T14:10:49.138+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Noi siamo il futuro che avanza" /><title>Eroe da Grande Fratello</title><summary type="html"> - La prima concorrente si chiama Claudia Letizia, leggo che è una spogliarellista del cosiddetto burlesque, napoletana, mamma 32enne.  - Cancellati quel sorriso ironico dalla faccia! Il burlesque è una forma d’arte. E poi non scordare che deve mantenere un bambino di otto anni. Mi pare una concorrente con tutti i numeri a posto.  - Come hai ragione! Conosco pure io diverse mamme con figli a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/B9HRwH3ppcg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/xrQwAR-auSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/8825498921229993252/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/eroe-da-grande-fratello.html#comment-form" title="21 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8825498921229993252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8825498921229993252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/xrQwAR-auSo/eroe-da-grande-fratello.html" title="Eroe da Grande Fratello" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLRlX2w_rgY/TqWwFKkF3RI/AAAAAAAADzQ/jScUOeXyVnc/s72-c/erica+talco1.JPEG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/eroe-da-grande-fratello.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/B9HRwH3ppcg/eroe-da-grande-fratello.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRn89eCp7ImA9WhdaEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-7122225527097010160</id><published>2011-10-16T22:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:15:17.160+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-22T10:15:17.160+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italia in macerie" /><title>Indignatos dagli Antindignatos</title><summary type="html">     La carezza al corteo "La Repubblica" - Scusa, potremmo parlare un po’ dei fatti di ieri a Roma?  - Ti riferisci alla manifestazione degli Indignatos? Di sicuro vuoi elevare pure tu la tua ferma condanna contro gli atti di vandalismo di cui si sono resi colpevoli i tristemente noti black block.  - Certo, voglio che la mia risoluta censura, la mia tetragona deplorazione, il mio immarcescibile &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/o46KxIgkUFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/IYhGX7J8Qls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/7122225527097010160/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/indignatos-dagli-antindignatos.html#comment-form" title="29 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/7122225527097010160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/7122225527097010160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/IYhGX7J8Qls/indignatos-dagli-antindignatos.html" title="Indignatos dagli Antindignatos" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqrSYP6cC1I/TpvhYWil0BI/AAAAAAAADzI/4JMwiXfzjPk/s72-c/la+carezza.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>29</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/indignatos-dagli-antindignatos.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/o46KxIgkUFk/indignatos-dagli-antindignatos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYBSX0zfip7ImA9WhdbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-2432574363324377044</id><published>2011-10-13T21:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:22:38.386+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T11:22:38.386+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italia in macerie" /><title>Italia in macerie - Un mistero politico alla Agatha Christie</title><summary type="html"> Questo non è un post di politica, anche se si parlerà di Berlusconi, di sinistra e di elezioni. Piuttosto si parlerà di un mistero da libro giallo, un mistero più difficile da svelare di quelli delle storie di Agatha Christie. Cercheremo di rispondere anche se non abbiamo nessun investigatore Poirot a portata di mano.  Berlusconi in un libro di Agatha Christie. Il mistero alla Agatha Christie &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/h529RmhUA4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/mhhZI_TToA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2432574363324377044/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/italia-in-macerie-un-mistero-politico.html#comment-form" title="15 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2432574363324377044?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2432574363324377044?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/mhhZI_TToA4/italia-in-macerie-un-mistero-politico.html" title="Italia in macerie - Un mistero politico alla Agatha Christie" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWTQ9T7mmWU/TpdKhmBrqBI/AAAAAAAADzA/5tVSBxjx_-g/s72-c/bombing-of-dresden1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/italia-in-macerie-un-mistero-politico.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/h529RmhUA4w/italia-in-macerie-un-mistero-politico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHQXk6cCp7ImA9WhdbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-8953117350560129516</id><published>2011-10-08T11:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:15:30.718+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T21:15:30.718+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italia in macerie" /><title>Italia in macerie - Il prossimo premier</title><summary type="html"> Siamo alla fine di un regime che crolla a causa della sua corruzione morale. Ormai ci tocca parlare di ricostruzione, come dopo una guerra o un terremoto. L’Italia infatti nell’ultimo ventennio ha dovuto sopportare potenti calamità che l’hanno indebolita economicamente e quasi hanno annientato la sua capacità di credere e rispecchiarsi in valori come la correttezza, l’onestà, la serietà o anche &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/uGusiq1StvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/2R35DIf26qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/8953117350560129516/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/italia-anno-zero-il-prossimo-premier.html#comment-form" title="10 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8953117350560129516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8953117350560129516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/2R35DIf26qo/italia-anno-zero-il-prossimo-premier.html" title="Italia in macerie - Il prossimo premier" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhmdqOiWqmI/TpAVTgDdA6I/AAAAAAAADy8/NxEQNiHlR04/s72-c/bombardamento.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/10/italia-anno-zero-il-prossimo-premier.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/uGusiq1StvA/italia-anno-zero-il-prossimo-premier.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBQ345eCp7ImA9WhdbFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-4284791606518073133</id><published>2011-09-30T16:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:17:32.020+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T15:17:32.020+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italia in macerie" /><title>I molti successi del governo Berlusconi</title><summary type="html"> Nelle recenti elezioni politiche del 20 e 21 maggio 2012, come è noto lo schieramento di Silvio Berlusconi ha subito una sconfitta disastrosa, che ha messo fine, nelle opinioni degli osservatori politici, a un ventennio di potere, alcuni dicono di regime, berlusconiano. L’ex presidente del Consiglio stesso ha dichiarato che abbandonerà la politica, vivrà recluso e ritirato nella villa di Arcore,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/iBvCVpAi2SY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/HUDz0y0yHY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/4284791606518073133/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-molti-successi-del-governo-berlusconi.html#comment-form" title="33 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/4284791606518073133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/4284791606518073133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/HUDz0y0yHY0/i-molti-successi-del-governo-berlusconi.html" title="I molti successi del governo Berlusconi" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-molti-successi-del-governo-berlusconi.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/iBvCVpAi2SY/i-molti-successi-del-governo-berlusconi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGR3Y4fCp7ImA9WhdbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-4899977945580387730</id><published>2011-09-26T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:03:46.834+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T12:03:46.834+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filosofia dei giorni dispari" /><title>Dio è morto alla velocità della luce</title><summary type="html"> Vado alcuni giorni fa sul sito del Corriere della Sera e leggo le notizie. In grande evidenza i soliti battibecchi politici. Berlusconi si deve dimettere, no, non si deve dimettere, ancora in evidenza l’Inter ha che licenziato l’allenatore, Gasperini pare che si chiami. E poi Giuliano Ferrara che si arrabbia con un conduttore di Rai 3 reo di aver paragonato Berlusconi al francese Strauss-Kahn, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/BNxSKmIeKYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/PQj8LpVF340" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/4899977945580387730/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/dio-e-morto-alla-velocita-della-luce.html#comment-form" title="19 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/4899977945580387730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/4899977945580387730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/PQj8LpVF340/dio-e-morto-alla-velocita-della-luce.html" title="Dio è morto alla velocità della luce" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr3TgAHXOKU/ToBmGQxOO4I/AAAAAAAADy0/YJlzuY-7_3Y/s72-c/velocitadellaluce.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/dio-e-morto-alla-velocita-della-luce.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/BNxSKmIeKYE/dio-e-morto-alla-velocita-della-luce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcASX05cCp7ImA9WhdUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-5403606140737693735</id><published>2011-09-23T14:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:37:28.328+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T17:37:28.328+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Noi siamo il futuro che avanza" /><title>L’ingegnere sadomaso, ovvero x uguale a pi greco</title><summary type="html"> La situazione è nota a tutti, un ingegnere di Facebook intrattiene due ragazze con pratiche sadomaso in un garage. Una ci lascia la pelle, l’altra va in coma farmacologico all’ospedale. Perché ne parlo? Perché in giro c’è molta confusione e quasi nessuno sa come sono andate realmente le cose, a cominciare da qualche blogger fascista sadomaso che tromboneggia sulla questione senza averci capito &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/CZhUF0MBLcU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/3qmg2P26Ca0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/5403606140737693735/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/lingegnere-sadomaso-ovvero-x-uguale-pi.html#comment-form" title="17 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/5403606140737693735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/5403606140737693735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/3qmg2P26Ca0/lingegnere-sadomaso-ovvero-x-uguale-pi.html" title="L’ingegnere sadomaso, ovvero x uguale a pi greco" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/lingegnere-sadomaso-ovvero-x-uguale-pi.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/CZhUF0MBLcU/lingegnere-sadomaso-ovvero-x-uguale-pi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcHQHc6eyp7ImA9WhdUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-3462187076062856123</id><published>2011-09-16T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:37:11.913+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T17:37:11.913+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Antipolitica sarà la tua" /><title>Sta per succedere qualcosa di grosso</title><summary type="html"> In questo post proveremo a fare una previsione sul futuro del mondo. Non siamo futurologi, non abbiamo alte competenze economiche, non siamo politologi, sociologi o storici. Però ci diciamo: nessuno aveva previsto l’attuale crisi economica in questa dimensione e durata nel tempo. Nessun capoccione di quelli che scrivono volumoni sullo stato del mondo aveva mai presagito il crollo improvviso del &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/PeewNbEWrTI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/1DRN8ZadAiI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/3462187076062856123/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/sta-per-succedere-qualcosa-di-grosso.html#comment-form" title="16 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/3462187076062856123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/3462187076062856123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/1DRN8ZadAiI/sta-per-succedere-qualcosa-di-grosso.html" title="Sta per succedere qualcosa di grosso" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OghSgl1K1qo/TnMMURQlolI/AAAAAAAADys/b4wxGLUuLhY/s72-c/norimberga-1934.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/sta-per-succedere-qualcosa-di-grosso.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/PeewNbEWrTI/sta-per-succedere-qualcosa-di-grosso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4GRHc7fip7ImA9WhdUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-8170509236008237079</id><published>2011-09-10T12:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:35:25.906+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T17:35:25.906+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Racconti" /><title>Avanti popolo</title><summary type="html"> Filomena era stanca di camminare, sarebbe tornata volentieri alle crostate di mele che preparava la domenica per i fratelli disoccupati o precari che cercavano di raggranellare qualche risparmio per sposarsi e lasciare la casa dei genitori o per lasciare la casa dei genitori anche senza sposarsi. “Dove stiamo andando? Sono stanca, vorrei fermarmi” disse rivolta al giovanotto che camminava &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/XckZPYcupcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/Z24EPpZB8qQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/8170509236008237079/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/avanti-popolo.html#comment-form" title="26 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8170509236008237079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/8170509236008237079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/Z24EPpZB8qQ/avanti-popolo.html" title="Avanti popolo" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ6-uVD8s5I/Tms4Q_O3rGI/AAAAAAAADyo/QIw4l_Xpits/s72-c/avanti+popolo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/avanti-popolo.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/XckZPYcupcc/avanti-popolo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBQHg9eyp7ImA9WhdUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-6898518979524120589</id><published>2011-09-01T15:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:59:11.663+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T17:59:11.663+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dio" /><title>L’atomo e Dio</title><summary type="html"> PARTE PRIMA. L’ATOMO - Chi sono, io?  - Sei un essere pensante evolutosi dalla materia inerte, un’aggregazione complessa di atomi e molecole guidata dall’evoluzione attraverso miliardi di anni, passando dalla fucina delle stelle a quella del brodo primordiale di un pianeta.  - Dove vado?  - La domanda non ha senso. Non vai da nessuna parte. Vivrai la tua vita per il tempo stabilito dai tuoi geni&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/Aw5ATNVXFsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/lzitQGHRAhM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/6898518979524120589/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/latomo-e-dio-prima-parte.html#comment-form" title="39 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6898518979524120589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6898518979524120589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/lzitQGHRAhM/latomo-e-dio-prima-parte.html" title="L’atomo e Dio" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyYTSACH5cM/Tl-sWx3MMGI/AAAAAAAADyg/3riU1PuFZks/s72-c/Atom.Man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>39</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/09/latomo-e-dio-prima-parte.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/Aw5ATNVXFsM/latomo-e-dio-prima-parte.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DQ3Yyeip7ImA9WhdXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-6257607008129819951</id><published>2011-08-25T12:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:19:32.892+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-27T18:19:32.892+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filosofia dei giorni dispari" /><title>Il bilancio della vita (parabola)</title><summary type="html"> Un uomo di mezz’età andò da un vecchio saggio che viveva in una grotta e rifletteva tutto il giorno. Maestro, gli disse, sono giunto a un età in cui devo fare il bilancio della mia vita, mi devi aiutare. Il bilancio della vita?, disse il vecchio saggio. E che cos’è? Di certo sopravvaluti la mia saggezza. L’uomo di mezz’età inarcò un sopracciglio: tu mi prendi in giro. Sanno tutti cos’è il &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/-rUhvkDaKH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/fhu9OwjY5TE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/6257607008129819951/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/08/il-bilancio-della-vita-parabola.html#comment-form" title="24 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6257607008129819951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6257607008129819951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/fhu9OwjY5TE/il-bilancio-della-vita-parabola.html" title="Il bilancio della vita (parabola)" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeQC5xgPFOE/TleFDlPHDfI/AAAAAAAADyc/FgL0Uohh230/s72-c/filosofia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/08/il-bilancio-della-vita-parabola.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/-rUhvkDaKH8/il-bilancio-della-vita-parabola.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CRXo6eip7ImA9WhdXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-2490196626346833753</id><published>2011-08-16T12:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:19:24.412+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-27T18:19:24.412+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Napoli" /><title>L’Uomo Ombra</title><summary type="html">Ho visto l’Uomo Ombra ieri sera a Vico Equense, località della penisola sorrentina dove peraltro nacque mio padre. Si teneva una messa all’aperto, dopo la quale veniva offerta una cena a base di pasta e fagioli con le cozze. Dato che siamo gente semplice, la pasta e fagioli con le cozze a noi va benissimo, specie se te la mangi – in piedi, non si può avere tutto dalla vita – facendoti ammaliare &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/YH9an7kL5_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/568BpLdDyt4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2490196626346833753/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/08/luomo-ombra.html#comment-form" title="18 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2490196626346833753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/2490196626346833753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/568BpLdDyt4/luomo-ombra.html" title="L’Uomo Ombra" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/08/luomo-ombra.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/YH9an7kL5_c/luomo-ombra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBSXsyfCp7ImA9WhdQEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771909787906997627.post-6179729938567398750</id><published>2011-08-08T19:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:05:58.594+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-13T14:05:58.594+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filosofia dei giorni dispari" /><title>Filosoquiz 2 - La scatola</title><summary type="html">Non molto tempo fa ho iniziato una serie di post basati su semplici quesiti filosofici, tratti da film o telefilm popolari. Il film che esamineremo oggi si chiama The Box ed è interpretato da Cameron Diaz e Frank Langella, bravo protagonista di un vecchio film di Dracula. Uno strano signore si presenta a casa di una coppia di sposi con una scatola con un pulsante rosso. Propone uno scambio da &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/penultimi/~4/aVb5Dgyl5XI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~4/pBNCepEmIyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/feeds/6179729938567398750/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/08/filosoquiz-2-la-scatola.html#comment-form" title="15 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6179729938567398750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771909787906997627/posts/default/6179729938567398750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoccodrilliBianchi/~3/pBNCepEmIyk/filosoquiz-2-la-scatola.html" title="Filosoquiz 2 - La scatola" /><author><name>Mio Capitano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16504432435403061258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChvNcquRclI/SlfCFnuA9eI/AAAAAAAACeQ/OrQgmroSuFc/S220/uomoombrello.jpg" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://penultimi.blogspot.com/2011/08/filosoquiz-2-la-scatola.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/penultimi/~3/aVb5Dgyl5XI/filosoquiz-2-la-scatola.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

