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2009</category><category>profumo</category><category>progetto</category><category>promontorio</category><category>promozione</category><category>prospettiva</category><category>prove</category><category>pubblico</category><category>pugni</category><category>pulizia</category><category>pulizie</category><category>pumbleo</category><category>punte rigide</category><category>punto di fuga</category><category>pupazzo</category><category>quaderno</category><category>qualcuno</category><category>qualunquismo relazionale</category><category>quesiti</category><category>radical chic</category><category>radio</category><category>ragazzi in cielo</category><category>ragnatela</category><category>ragnetto</category><category>rancore</category><category>rassegnazione</category><category>razionalità</category><category>razzismo</category><category>reading di chi aspira a vivere</category><category>reality Show</category><category>regalo</category><category>repliche</category><category>resa dei 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invasion</category><category>zanzare</category><category>zen</category><category>zio</category><category>zona traffico limitato</category><category>Île-d&#39;Aix</category><title>diario di chi aspira a vivere</title><description>Vivere è la cosa più rara al mondo. La maggior parte della gente esiste, ecco tutto. (Oscar Wilde)</description><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>655</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-8159367306205875981</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2016 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-16T18:01:09.417+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trilogia delle cose belle</category><title>Addii - Trilogia delle Cose Belle/3</title><atom:summary type="text">Arrivederci, Diario.È stato bello.

Grazie per questi anni insieme.Per chi volesse frequentarmi ancora, mi troverete qui.
A presto,
fRa</atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2016/02/addii-trilogia-delle-cose-belle3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-3783799751951930416</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2015 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-09-26T11:16:19.958+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">April Kepner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Greys&#39;Anatomy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jackson Avery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trilogia delle cose belle</category><title>Jackson &amp; April - Trilogia delle Cose Belle/2</title><atom:summary type="text">

Se ho una certezza nella vita, è che probabilmente avrei dovuto nascere donna.Questo non significa che io sia omosessuale (con tutto il rispetto per la categoria, intendiamoci) o che aspiri a diventarlo, in quanto le donne mi piacciono di default e questa cosa non la cambierò mai.Parlo però proprio di una sensibilità intrinseca che fa di me una specie di ridicola massa di muscoli, grasso e </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2015/09/jackson-april-trilogia-delle-cose-belle2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HV9_L4a1D-I/VgU5nFwl3OI/AAAAAAAABmk/_l8wn4DhSLc/s72-c/600x338_Greys_april_jackson.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-3815870020340515214</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2015 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-09-17T11:54:32.412+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Matt Harding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trilogia delle cose belle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Where the Hell is Matt?</category><title>Matt - Trilogia delle Cose Belle/1 </title><atom:summary type="text">

Non scrivo più tanto sul blog. Credo che la colpa stian nel fatto che non leggo abbastanza, e quindi non riesca ad avere lo spunto creativo per lasciarmi da parte qualche parola da ficcare qui.

In compenso, ho ritrovato il piacere di riscoprire delle cose che mi hanno emozionato: che non sono necessariamente cose serie, eh, intendiamoci, non pensate a poesie della Dickinson o foto di Avedon, </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2015/09/matt-trilogia-delle-cose-belle1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Pwe-pA6TaZk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-5287561551638904895</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2015 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-19T23:46:02.694+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diario di chi aspira a vivere</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">papà</category><title>Quando non so che cazzo fare, apro un blog - Life in Technicolor part 237</title><atom:summary type="text">


 La normativa della policy per i Cookie &quot;sucks&quot;.

Però è servita per scaricarmi un po&#39; di materiale da smanettone che mi ha fatto venir voglia di:
a) far rivivere questo diario, che anche se ha più di 10 anni alla fin fine un po&#39; gli voglio sempre bene.
b) farmi riscattare una molla mai sopita dallo scorso anno.

Dovete sapere che quando non so che cazzo fare apro un blog.
Ne ho aperto uno per</atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2015/08/quando-non-so-che-fare-apro-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JhHFEJ9BV8/VdRY4u4dStI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TaxNS1ZIFfg/s72-c/11209540_10206326842592996_1580408389920917446_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-6529040402734270547</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2015 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-23T09:07:13.189+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lontananza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scrittura</category><title>La Lontananza - Life in Technicolor part 236</title><atom:summary type="text">

Succede che ad un certo punto arriva il momento di dire una cosa, una cosa soltanto, e allora ti serve il posto per farlo.
Facebook? No, troppi poser.
Twitter? Troppo poco di spazi.
Al vento? Forse.

Ecco che allora viene comodo avere un blog.

Io con il blog ho cambiato il mio rapporto, nel senso che se prima lo bazzicavo praticamente quotidianamente oggi lo uso con il contagocce, ci passo </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2015/04/lontananza-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9PKUjagJ8Q/VTiZq565RvI/AAAAAAAABho/2nYsO2z4jDk/s72-c/treno.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-331202992728387240</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2014 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-29T14:51:49.655+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">buoni propositi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confermazione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">formazione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sognatore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Zibba</category><title>I buoni propositi. Come forse chiuderò il blog. Rimarrò sognatore anche se non sarò mai libraio (forse)  - Life in Technicolor part 235</title><atom:summary type="text">

Scrivo meno sul blog perché, fondamentalmente, sono successe tante cose e probabilmente alcune manco immaginavo che sarebbero successe, quindi va bene così.Non ho scritto nulla sul tema del mio 33esimo compleanno, che il mio anno del bomber (il 32esimo) si sia concluso con un primo premio in classifica cannonieri, che il 2014 sia stato un anno che oserei dire di &quot;formazione&quot;.Ormai passo di qui </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/12/anno-nuovo-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eg74K7Ki3EQ/VKEsyBPabDI/AAAAAAAABfQ/KNOvL18WH3M/s72-c/snoopy.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-4770968667414034238</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2014 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-27T17:11:51.692+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">#LaRochelle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CasaMAD</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Excel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Significati - Cose di Fra</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Voci della città</category><title>I bilanci dell&#39;Anima non si fanno in Excel - Life in Technicolor part 234</title><atom:summary type="text">

Io che da sempre odio Excel, reputerei molto strano provare a stilare un bilancio, sia esso per quantificare lo stato dell&#39;economia domestica o delle finanze personali, con questo meraviglioso software.Schiere di persone ragionano con questo bellissimo programma, e io per questo le ammiro. Io che non ho ben chiaro ancor oggi perché a volte la Sommatoria funzioni, e in altri casi no, osservo chi</atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/11/vita-bilanci-exel-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYHj6c26uOQ/VD9xDOH3wNI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ma7ERcJI-TQ/s72-c/Excel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-3192327459381956577</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2014 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-23T14:10:40.971+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cinema Lux</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Piazza San Carlo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Torino</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">via Roma</category><title>Il lunedì sera a Torino - Un racconto 92</title><atom:summary type="text">

C&#39;è che il lunedì sera in piazza San Carlo hanno montato un&#39;installazione fatta a forma di X, dove per ogni lato c&#39;è uno su un pilone, che legge. Intorno, venti persone sparse in tutta la piazza.Che sapore ha il tuo lunedì, Torino?L&#39;ho sempre immaginato uguale a quello dei bar dove si ritrovano gli uomini soli a bere un drink, da bambino pensavo stessero tutti quei bar, su corso Massimo, in </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/09/il-lunedi-sera-torino-un-racconto-92.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vX933qEiPn8/VCFgn0yotKI/AAAAAAAABdw/Y2l3znEiDJ0/s72-c/Torino_piazza%2BCastello.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-7133119474804952060</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2014 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-03T18:30:01.282+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pace</category><title>Mi piacerebbe che l&#39;11 settembre tutti dicano #GivePeaceAChance - Life inTechncolor part 233</title><atom:summary type="text">Non so voi, ma io in questi giorni sto pensando di continuo alla guerra.
Ucraina e Iraq, oltre a Gaza, e la guerra ad Ebola, e gli embarghi e le frontiere chiuse e tutto il resto.Ci penso mentre cammino per andare al lavoro e quando torno a casa e mangio. Quando ovviamente ascolto i tg, e quando parlo con i miei amici. E quando penso al futuro, cazzo, mi chiedo a cosa pensino quelli che con tanta</atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/09/give-peace-a-chance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-2089031958263351464</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2014 12:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-29T14:08:45.956+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intellettuali</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">radical chic</category><title>La mia scarsa sopportazione all&#39;arroganza del presunto intellettuale - Life in Technicolor part 232</title><atom:summary type="text">

Nella foto, un vero intellettuale. 

Stamane leggevo come ogni mattina una serie di post su un gruppo di Facebook dedicato al cinema. Un utente aveva postato un suo parere su un regista italiano molto noto e molto capace, che risultava essere oggettivamente discutibile nel giudizio verso alcune pellicole del suddetto regista, ma abbastanza propositivo verso gli altri utenti per alimentare un </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/08/poca-resistenza-arroganza-intellettuale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPCk0oYsL0U/U_8ct14OpNI/AAAAAAAABdI/2cVvQsoRGCs/s72-c/solone.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-4724462230602205922</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2014 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-24T20:12:47.340+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iraq</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preghiera</category><title>Avevo un fratello che abitava in Iraq - Life in Technicolor part 231</title><atom:summary type="text">

Mio fratello abitava lontano.Era uguale a me: parlava come me, mangiava come me, guardava dove guardavo io.Viveva lontano, eppure lo sentivo vicino. Aveva il volto rugoso e la mia stessa età. Portava i sandali ed era sorridente, alla luce del deserto. Non avrei saputo dire quanto fosse distante, in miglia. Però non importava, perchè i suoi passi, i suoi sorrisi, erano gli stessi miei.Avevo un </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/08/avevo-un-fratello-che-abitava-in-iraq.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xgRjyO7CbQ/U_onvnklxMI/AAAAAAAABc0/LojGzJJAWL8/s72-c/iraq.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-3128405763442086933</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2014 11:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-18T15:27:42.036+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guerra</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><title>Un aereo cade sulle case, una guerra esplode ad est, e io che qui guardo il calciomercato - Life in Technicolor part 230</title><atom:summary type="text">

Ho scritto un post lungo lungo lungo su quello che penso rispetto a questa settimana.A Gaza, dove c&#39;è un amico di Nichelino che fa il reporter e racconta le cose bruttissime che capitano laggiù.In Ucraina, dove gente che non avrebbe mai immaginato di incrociare quel pezzo di storia lì, è morta per mano di gente che non conosceva e che, magari, non riteneva amica o nemica.Ho scritto un post </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/07/guerra-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUWqn6b-ZLs/U8j9DV_J1EI/AAAAAAAABcc/bQKVhXBGgnk/s72-c/mh17-malaysia-airlines.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-351007895129711624</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2014 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-09T14:01:31.515+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brasile Germania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">famiglia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messias</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ricordi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vicini di casa</category><title>Chissà cosa ha pensato ieri sera il mio amico Messias durante #BrasileGermania - Life in Technicolor part 229</title><atom:summary type="text">

Nella foto: il mio idolo David Luiz dopo una rhumba
sostanzialmente imprevedibile.

Fino a qualche anno fa, diciamo tipo 5 ma potrebbero essere molti di più, mia mamma aveva come vicini di casa una famiglia di brasiliani.Erano molto simpatici e gentili: ogni domenica cucinavano la grigliata sul balcone, e quando c&#39;è stata occasione hanno anche organizzato delle belle mangiate nel cortile, con </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/07/brasile-germania-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1CeeSZVGCA/U70k_B5fI6I/AAAAAAAABbo/IlF-W_uvgu8/s72-c/david+luiz.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-6081928610521367226</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2014 11:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T13:21:36.299+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cena in bianco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tempo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Torino</category><title>Il tempo passa e io alla Cena in Bianco continuo a non andare, chissà perché - Life in Technicolor part 228</title><atom:summary type="text">

Io durante un momento di riflessione sul 
mio abbigliamento, chiaramente inadeguato 
per la Cena in Bianco.


Ho un po&#39; paura del tempo che passa. Meno del tempo atmosferico, più di quello che scorre e non puoi fermare. Lo sento nelle ginocchia che dopo ogni partita di calcetto mi fanno sempre più male e della sempre più difficile perdita di tessuto adiposo sulla fascia addominale.Però ogni </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/07/cena-in-bianco-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oFhj7yG2qM/U7PHiI3ac2I/AAAAAAAABa8/eKvTjyZODyA/s72-c/stoccolma.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-3081595781715096301</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2014 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-16T13:01:18.525+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meg</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Un racconto</category><title>Cosa ci lega? - Un racconto 91</title><atom:summary type="text">

La foto l&#39;ho fatta io, sì. ndr

Siamo due e il salotto è stretto più del solito, e come al solito lui parla di Meg e di cosa diceMeg, io di me e di cosa penso io. Capita sempre così, da un po&#39; a questa parte. - Dice Meg che per poco non ci muori, ad aspettare che ti passino le ansie.- Meg ha ragione. 
- Dice Meg che la corrente gira sempre al contrario. 
- Meg ha ragione anche stavolta, passa </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/06/cosa-ci-lega-un-racconto-91.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee6yaNmCllE/U5xeKoHcUMI/AAAAAAAABaU/OkqXjgUqrHo/s72-c/torino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-61868512722040794</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2014 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-09T17:00:06.943+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Priorità</category><title>Le priorità  - Life in Technicolor part 227</title><atom:summary type="text">

Ho sofferto tanto, nella vita, per gli altri. 
Come tutti.

Ho un&#39;atavica incapacità di fidarmi del prossimo perché, forse, scottato dal resto del mondo in qualche occasione.Come tutti.Ho anche avuto il piacere di frequentare brave persone, nella vita.Come tutti.Per come sono fatto, ho fatto delle persone una malattia.Soprattutto di quelle a cui voglio bene.Non capisco e non continuerò a capire</atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/06/priorita-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Brx3ICXLFjA/U5W27e3mBcI/AAAAAAAABaA/BvX5soCPw40/s72-c/priorita%CC%80_fiume_Po.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-534317674274707831</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2014 11:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-04T13:59:56.233+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vivi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vivo</category><title>Volevo solo dirvi che sono vivo - Life in Technicolor part 226</title><atom:summary type="text">

E niente, in pratica non ho nulla da scrivere. 
Però ho ben 4 minuti prima di ricominciare la mia giornata.

Quindi ho pensato a un messaggio semplice, genuino, easy, light, non complicato.

Sono vivo.

Fortunatamente.

Ineditamente.

Rinnovatamente.

Sono vivo e, come direbbe Jocker in Full Metal Jacket, prossimo al congedo.

Però questa citazione l&#39;ho usata altre volte non ricordo più dove, e</atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/06/vivo-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePFa_FNGmfA/U48I3opFzCI/AAAAAAAABZo/etFMDhcFAZc/s72-c/vivo.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-5411364024405429685</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2014 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-20T15:21:41.015+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita</category><title>La sottile linea che divide il Prima da il Dopo - Life in Technicolor part 225</title><atom:summary type="text">

Succede così.Che all&#39;improvviso, arriva l&#39;alba. Poi, come se niente fosse, arriva il tramonto.
E poi continua, va avanti così per un po&#39;, la vita.

I giorni sono un blocco unico fatto di parti, come il domino. Toccane uno e cominciano a cadere tutti.Poi ad un certo punto capita qualcosa. Qualcosa che segna una specie di trasformazione, come se i piccoli pezzi del domino senza che tu possa </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/05/la-sottile-linea-divide-prima-dopo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6dzRXYPNDc/U3tDVn17UAI/AAAAAAAABZE/HZ4Emqh9984/s72-c/linea.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-2072471399132606348</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2014 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-20T13:59:02.874+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Felicità</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hurt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nine Inch Nails</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Piangere</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stoccolma</category><title>L&#39;improvvisa voglia di piangere che viene al mattino presto mentre ripensi ai sabati sera in compagnia dei Nine Inch Nails - Life in Technicolor part 224</title><atom:summary type="text">


Capita talvolta che senza un preciso momento al mattino presto venga una superba voglia di piangere.Di quelle immotivate e assolutamente chiarificatrici. Di quelle che possono sovvenire, chessò, quando il ciclo lunare s&#39;esaurisce, non sei diventato licantropo e scopri di essere ancora irreversibilmente umano. Piangere di commozione, proprio.In quella voglia c&#39;è un tratto distintivo che si </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/05/piangere-nine-inch-nails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-8206428219241064217</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2014 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-18T18:30:01.427+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marlene Kuntz</category><title>Avrei voluto essere parte dei Marlene Kuntz se fossi nato abbastanza chic e se avessi imparato a suonare - Life in Technicolor part 233</title><atom:summary type="text">







 «Ci sono cose brutte in giro e a volte non mi basto più 
Tu sei la mia Beatrice ispirami l’anima 
Tu sei il mio capogiro e provo la vertigine 
di sentirmi vivo nella tua luminosità.»




Nell&#39;estate del 2007 mi sono successe tante cose un po&#39; così. Faceva caldo, avevo spesso mal di testa e passavo il tempo a lavorare e a giocare a Football Manager, e nelle pause scrivevo. Scrivevo </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/04/marlene-kuntz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-2574296405914500481</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2014 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-17T12:39:20.513+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Africa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><title>Il mal d&#39;Africa è un ricordo di qualcosa che non hai mai vissuto - Life in Technicolor part 232</title><atom:summary type="text">Conosco diverse persone che sono state in Africa. Mio cugino ad esempio c’è stato due volte, non c’è tornato solo per cause di forza maggiore, sennò ci sarebbe andato una terza e forse anche una quarta.  Mio cugino parla spesso dell’Africa. Non come ne parlò Veltroni, che disse che ci sarebbe andato e non ci andò mai. 

Lui ne parla con cognizione di causa, l’ha vista. 

Dice che l’Africa è una </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/04/il-mal-dafrica-ce-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icmlBWpDbNo/U06LH90g0BI/AAAAAAAABYY/GQbyYSh5jvM/s72-c/africa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-1907145207570474880</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-18T14:26:07.393+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kurt Cobain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><title>Quando è morto Kurt Cobain un po&#39; siamo morti tutti - Life in Technicolor part 231</title><atom:summary type="text">


Se hai conosciuto gli anni &#39;90 come li ho conosciuti io, ossia durante il mix pazzesco ottenuta dall&#39;adolescenza post Guerra Fredda e l&#39;inizio della crescita precoce con una punta di fine del mondo pre-web, ecco: allora forse capirai cosa intendo con questo post. Altrimenti ti sembrerà un&#39;accozzaglia di puttanate, ma ti dirò: poco male. 


Quando è morto Kurt Cobain, 20 anni fa, io facevo le </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/04/kurt-cobain-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdXvxIPzZNc/UzwuWDSMtYI/AAAAAAAABYA/xPUBsFp4heM/s72-c/kurt-cobain.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-8440893875116189042</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2014 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-12T13:50:10.434+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grazie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nichelino</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ricordi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">storie</category><title>Le mie storie sono tutte a Nichelino - Life in Technicolor part 230 </title><atom:summary type="text">

Stasera sono felice di partecipare a Voci della città, quello slam di narrazione di cui vi ho già parlato qualche tempo fa.Il tema è &quot;Storie di terra&quot; e mi toccherà raccontare qualcosa che è capitato veramente, e a cui ogni tanto penso per ritrovare un po&#39; di speranza. Non voglio spoilerare, quindi se vi va di sentire la storia venite direttamente al Sud, in San Salvario, sarò lì dalle 21.30 </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/03/nichelino-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26vyD0or7Hk/UyBXdlq_JQI/AAAAAAAABXU/S0NTpBz6964/s72-c/piazza+rossa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-7155562452899376304</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2014 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-19T16:23:16.635+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alino Diamanti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bologna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brescia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">calcio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guangzhou Evergrande Football Club</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Juventus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Livorno</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marcello Lippi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">West Ham</category><title>Il fattore Alino Diamanti - Life in Technicolor part 229</title><atom:summary type="text">

Per svariate ragioni, nelle ultime settimane ho dovuto fare un po&#39; di introspezione e cercare di capire i motivi per cui stavo (e sto) vivendo una certa, difficile situazione. Di solito, ci si pone le domande e si fatica a trovare le risposte e le conseguenti soluzioni, soprattutto se le questioni vengono poste in maniera diretta, cruda, senza fronzoli. 
Per facilitare questo processo, ho </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/02/alino-diamanti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMm_ucxkzbA/UwStorS5IjI/AAAAAAAABXA/TAccGlA1yhc/s72-c/Alessandro_Diamanti.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12215271.post-9037383366635583357</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2014 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-14T13:52:29.387+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amici</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amicizia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Generale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in technicolor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scuola Holden</category><title>Stanotte ho sognato la vecchia Scuola Holden e il Generale - Life in Technicolor part 228</title><atom:summary type="text">

Io e il Generale, in uno dei primi selfie
che mi sia mai fatto, maggio 2011.

Ho fatto un sogno, ed è proprio questo qui che sto per raccontarvi.

Anzi, no.

Non ve lo racconto, ho cominciato a scriverlo, poi l&#39;ho cancellato, vi dico la verità, ho desistito perché non so quanto si sarebbe capito e facevo solo la figura di quello che mangia pesante o che forse fa sogni strani.Comunque: stanotte </atom:summary><link>http://franzk62.blogspot.com/2014/02/io-e-Generale-life-in-technicolor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZdi7x8yQIM/Uv4OwgGCkcI/AAAAAAAABWg/vwS74AYBPdw/s72-c/selfie+io_generale.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>