<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2024 10:15:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>solesino</category><category>diario</category><category>disegno</category><category>filastrocca</category><category>isola</category><category>mare</category><category>mp3</category><category>natale</category><category>podcast</category><category>premio</category><category>racconto</category><category>scuola</category><category>vacanze</category><category>web 2.0</category><title>Eleonora Blog</title><description></description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-1921164193139451852</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 21:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-22T13:54:53.105-08:00</atom:updated><title>Prova musica sottofondo</title><description>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.musik-live.net/'&gt;My Music Media Box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0' width='290' height='24'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/3087/playergv1.swf?soundFile=http://www.jamendo.com/en/track/709613&amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;rightbg=0x357DCE&amp;rightbghover=0x4499EE&amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;loader=0x8EC2F4&amp;autostart=yes&amp;loop=no' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/3087/playergv1.swf?soundFile=http://www.jamendo.com/en/track/709613&amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;rightbg=0x357DCE&amp;rightbghover=0x4499EE&amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;loader=0x8EC2F4&amp;autostart=yes&amp;loop=no' width='290' height='24' quality='high' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.musik-live.net/'&gt;Indo Music Code Generator by musik-live.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2011/02/prova-musica-sottofondo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-1052642917346136970</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T09:46:27.405-07:00</atom:updated><title>La mia prima mappa concettuale di Storia</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLXR88wRl0cczCxgC7q4k9FHi9uPdDZ8rRKZgliSbNQerqmt6jgMMSZ6nilSe9PR3Y9gYgECm2K6r075yP49wkLEprMtaG9713-iL0hsoW2rRTrGYBLfnrxQdp0nPqvxA9xNlleCmcGY/s1600-h/storia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLXR88wRl0cczCxgC7q4k9FHi9uPdDZ8rRKZgliSbNQerqmt6jgMMSZ6nilSe9PR3Y9gYgECm2K6r075yP49wkLEprMtaG9713-iL0hsoW2rRTrGYBLfnrxQdp0nPqvxA9xNlleCmcGY/s320/storia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388416035460737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-mia-prima-mappa-concettuale-di.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLXR88wRl0cczCxgC7q4k9FHi9uPdDZ8rRKZgliSbNQerqmt6jgMMSZ6nilSe9PR3Y9gYgECm2K6r075yP49wkLEprMtaG9713-iL0hsoW2rRTrGYBLfnrxQdp0nPqvxA9xNlleCmcGY/s72-c/storia.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-1734623500031421795</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-26T02:20:13.676-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">web 2.0</category><title>Buone feste</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-MPbAtrbAt5C0anN4QenIy6LX5MvmyqxfBWzm6dsWJ5MizFXUoEf1FRVp92mgmqBwDqftlVsasdD5N09eiEtwq1eGkZ0utbVvv0XRZXCZ-eYC46SeB4zWNKUGu5b6EHhF0FyVPDJORs/s1600-h/elegiu.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148224083156442162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-MPbAtrbAt5C0anN4QenIy6LX5MvmyqxfBWzm6dsWJ5MizFXUoEf1FRVp92mgmqBwDqftlVsasdD5N09eiEtwq1eGkZ0utbVvv0XRZXCZ-eYC46SeB4zWNKUGu5b6EHhF0FyVPDJORs/s400/elegiu.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1806106728"&gt;Tanti auguri a tutti da &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eleonora&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Giulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Clicca sul link)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/12/buone-feste.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-MPbAtrbAt5C0anN4QenIy6LX5MvmyqxfBWzm6dsWJ5MizFXUoEf1FRVp92mgmqBwDqftlVsasdD5N09eiEtwq1eGkZ0utbVvv0XRZXCZ-eYC46SeB4zWNKUGu5b6EHhF0FyVPDJORs/s72-c/elegiu.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-798263055622199329</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T03:59:55.077-07:00</atom:updated><title>Un giorno di tempesta</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Una sera di tempesta io e mia sorella Giulia eravamo affacciate alla finestra di casa nostra, ma all'imrovviso abbiamo sentito un rumore continuo provvenire dalla stanza di nostro papà, allora siamo subito corse a vedere, ma non avevamo visto niente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In realta, il rumore è stato provocato dal nostro cane &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fiocca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; che dalla paura per i tuoni del temporale è andata sotto il letto di nostro papà. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felici io e mia sorella siamo andate a letto anche noi a dormire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1TUJ9xxciIgC4GXvsWNZYtzKvuWN265H2QQ25OspFGBzuThOWNyUfYfWZspw5IcQfKGThR5pbn8Ck4kMeWj_D9oFErEssv6GZt9A1IQCwVvreU8Kx1jRWyPiezHZT604qdfYGsgg5RI/s1600-h/fulmini02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128567018624055106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1TUJ9xxciIgC4GXvsWNZYtzKvuWN265H2QQ25OspFGBzuThOWNyUfYfWZspw5IcQfKGThR5pbn8Ck4kMeWj_D9oFErEssv6GZt9A1IQCwVvreU8Kx1jRWyPiezHZT604qdfYGsgg5RI/s320/fulmini02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/11/un-giorno-di-tempesta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1TUJ9xxciIgC4GXvsWNZYtzKvuWN265H2QQ25OspFGBzuThOWNyUfYfWZspw5IcQfKGThR5pbn8Ck4kMeWj_D9oFErEssv6GZt9A1IQCwVvreU8Kx1jRWyPiezHZT604qdfYGsgg5RI/s72-c/fulmini02.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-1562628547958226005</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-14T01:34:09.348-07:00</atom:updated><title>Un sogno d'estate</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf47Fa2Dq-clWB1jj6kSmZcc7VXEqE43ss2cSz6e-752yUnX2Bh4Ri_MXozJqbVY82RtkfWgKDoQLiKEglx6AmXftibTkVIVhkcZQFS97LuQ0V5EwM72-f7uOoEWOKoLIM_qLLKzbD4QU/s1600-h/foto_mare_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086968037548597762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf47Fa2Dq-clWB1jj6kSmZcc7VXEqE43ss2cSz6e-752yUnX2Bh4Ri_MXozJqbVY82RtkfWgKDoQLiKEglx6AmXftibTkVIVhkcZQFS97LuQ0V5EwM72-f7uOoEWOKoLIM_qLLKzbD4QU/s320/foto_mare_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzVjjING2fYloozpLXyNgTHr1Yg9S6uDLWqTNxJ3ZR9gE1zM_bEGpJSuwrqldihzYUWFw95_U9ehTnr-VJMN2KsIWyFCiYofFU2bdbNpAS1axBbhOJn8dk4AlT1tjDcCmejrzNLpw5Wg/s1600-h/foto_mare_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questo periodo di vacanze sono stata un pò di giorni al mare.&lt;br /&gt;Una sera ho sognato che stavo nuotando nell'acqua limpida del mare, ma ad un tratto&lt;br /&gt;incominciarono le onde, allora mi son tuffata a gambe aperte su di loro facendole&lt;br /&gt;schizzare da tutte le parti.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo aver battuto tutte le altre mi ero stancata, allora avevo deciso di tornare&lt;br /&gt;nell'ombrellone, ma mentre stavo uscendo dall'acqua arrivò un'onda gigantesca, allora&lt;br /&gt;mi rituffai in acqua, chiusi gli occhi, arrivò l'onda e mi spostai in avanti per prenderla con tutto il mio corpo.&lt;br /&gt;.... all'improvviso mi sono svegliata con la sensazione di essermi divertita tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-sogno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf47Fa2Dq-clWB1jj6kSmZcc7VXEqE43ss2cSz6e-752yUnX2Bh4Ri_MXozJqbVY82RtkfWgKDoQLiKEglx6AmXftibTkVIVhkcZQFS97LuQ0V5EwM72-f7uOoEWOKoLIM_qLLKzbD4QU/s72-c/foto_mare_03.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-5482549018019467608</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-24T09:47:32.301-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">disegno</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">isola</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mare</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacanze</category><title>Vacanze al mare</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKf86t-HBMSYl_bVXUw-Bk_-fH60EsJVCtnE7R6o6i9lBPxb2APF2jBWYIfoSm3Uqmh91UIZZT_DUaFtc-DZwxDd3T_Vnup4IBv8CVzJzN9z47gZBqBifANQZEbgexAGVHzXgmRay7_ow/s1600-h/vacanze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079672796712581730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKf86t-HBMSYl_bVXUw-Bk_-fH60EsJVCtnE7R6o6i9lBPxb2APF2jBWYIfoSm3Uqmh91UIZZT_DUaFtc-DZwxDd3T_Vnup4IBv8CVzJzN9z47gZBqBifANQZEbgexAGVHzXgmRay7_ow/s320/vacanze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oggi ho fatto questo disegno. Rappresenta le vacanze che vorrei fare questa estate con la mia famiglia al mare. Nel disegno ci sono io che gioco con l'acqua e un mio amico che costruisce un castello di sabbia in un'isola!!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacanze-al-mare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKf86t-HBMSYl_bVXUw-Bk_-fH60EsJVCtnE7R6o6i9lBPxb2APF2jBWYIfoSm3Uqmh91UIZZT_DUaFtc-DZwxDd3T_Vnup4IBv8CVzJzN9z47gZBqBifANQZEbgexAGVHzXgmRay7_ow/s72-c/vacanze.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-7858079239449868727</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-23T08:57:02.071-07:00</atom:updated><title>Il Grest a Solesino</title><description>Oggi sono andata al &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, è il penultimo giorno, e all'inizio anche se non sapevo che cos'era avevo un pò di timore, poi ho partecipato e conosciuto molti miei compagni di gruppo (Fazzoletto rosa e i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ricci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), le mie animatrici che sono tutte delle femmine.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso vi scrivo le canzoni che abbiamo inventato noi del gruppo dei Ricci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92RgTH0O4MuXzubwSrfpvw-PJeCSR7nUbRZFOtJh2MRbfqfSTYuSIHfMSVZw34z_y_wCtUgstRnAy5ycg4qP9ln4OWkL1B6bHxHAuTb0127i00Qk9A_SYc4wbBE0SQrRpCHhUmhhV6EQ/s1600-h/riccio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079288826636319314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92RgTH0O4MuXzubwSrfpvw-PJeCSR7nUbRZFOtJh2MRbfqfSTYuSIHfMSVZw34z_y_wCtUgstRnAy5ycg4qP9ln4OWkL1B6bHxHAuTb0127i00Qk9A_SYc4wbBE0SQrRpCHhUmhhV6EQ/s320/riccio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fonte Jpergrafando&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forza Ricci, senza capricci!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comabttimao senza paura e se poi non vinceremo,... una risata ci faremo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;per i Ricci... hip hip ... urrà!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma alla fine sarà un peccato lasciare il Grest, perchè ci siamo divertiti molto.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/06/il-grest-solesino.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92RgTH0O4MuXzubwSrfpvw-PJeCSR7nUbRZFOtJh2MRbfqfSTYuSIHfMSVZw34z_y_wCtUgstRnAy5ycg4qP9ln4OWkL1B6bHxHAuTb0127i00Qk9A_SYc4wbBE0SQrRpCHhUmhhV6EQ/s72-c/riccio.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-4515945304261065513</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-18T15:17:31.383-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">filastrocca</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mp3</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">podcast</category><title>Filastrocca del Ghiro</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao a tutti&lt;br /&gt;oggi ri-propongo qui una mia "vecchia" filastrocca creata in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gianni.podomatic.com/entry/2006-03-05T02_30_35-08_00"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;StudioUno's podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gianni.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-03-05T02_30_35-08_00.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ascolatatela!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/06/filastrocca-del-ghiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><enclosure length="344192" type="audio/mpeg" url="http://gianni.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-03-05T02_30_35-08_00.mp3"/><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Ciao a tutti oggi ri-propongo qui una mia "vecchia" filastrocca creata in StudioUno's podcast. Ascolatatela!!</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Ciao a tutti oggi ri-propongo qui una mia "vecchia" filastrocca creata in StudioUno's podcast. Ascolatatela!!</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>filastrocca, mp3, podcast</itunes:keywords></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-233207625221935507</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-17T04:12:31.648-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">premio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">racconto</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">solesino</category><title>Wow sono arrivata seconda al Concorso di Solesino</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33DxVHAtjEWMWDkob636ubN2sG866v75kAQO2UofqiceqBBgsUtAfviLLJVuMgE3JULUpOFrk-UvLLp0yrbdTapsB21Kx-QvIDOpdTGFfitXSze-00rgqUhqQJLqovXdp8cHW7inYMCg/s1600-h/hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076989528779307522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33DxVHAtjEWMWDkob636ubN2sG866v75kAQO2UofqiceqBBgsUtAfviLLJVuMgE3JULUpOFrk-UvLLp0yrbdTapsB21Kx-QvIDOpdTGFfitXSze-00rgqUhqQJLqovXdp8cHW7inYMCg/s320/hs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Z-iGGyTNaLouLShqKx0asqe6rTRPqRuCcbtoTvf2UCKIn90t_qa6PPBvVMU0RK1RyIeBVZbMoYxxdEerSjdp_YSjedb8zpz4qixf4HZQZyc9D0gUPDr82bjgzFETG0DRQntSp6BDrkM/s1600-h/hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bhè, la notizia è di qualche giorno fa, ma sono arrivata seconda al Concorso letterario del Comitato biblioteca di Solesino.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso vi scriverò il mio racconto breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VIAGGIO IMMAGINARIO IN UN VILLAGGIO PREISTORICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno i miei compagni di classe, la maestra ed io siamo andati a visitare il Museo dei Grandi Fiumi a Rovigo.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre stavamo per entrare nel grande edificio, abbiamo incontrato una signorina che, in realtà, era la nostra guida la quale ci portò, per prima cosa, ad osservare una capanna costruita con pali, paglia e fango.&lt;br /&gt;L'interno di questa semplice abitazione conteneva una riproduzione della vita degli uomini preistorici. Mentre osservavo incuriosita quella scena, la mia immaginazione mi trasportò lontana nel tempo fino a ritrovarmi nel Neolitico.&lt;br /&gt;Immaginai che anche i miei compagni si trovassero lì da me, ed insieme a quei manichini, che nel frattempo avevano preso vita, fossimo abitanti di quella capanna in un villaggio Neolitico. Anche noi, come gli uomini e le donne di quel tempo, dovevamo svolgere i lavori faticosi ma necessari per la vita.&lt;br /&gt;Immaginavo i miei compagni maschi mentre spingevano un pesante aratro con la sola forza delle braccie; altri allevavano il bestiame oppure fabbricavano armi e strumenti da lavoro fondendo i metalli.&lt;br /&gt;Noi bambine, invece, svolgevamo attività più facili e riservate alle donne. Qualcuna faceva la guardia al bestiame, altre lavoravano la pelle degli animali, tessevano la lana e lavoravano l'argilla. Era divertente lavorare quell'impasto: era morbido al tatto e si poteva dargli la forma desiderata. Costruivamo grossi vasi per contenere il grano, ciotole, scodelle per il cibo e persino delle piccole biglie per fare collane e altri monili.&lt;br /&gt;Eravamo belle noi "donne" con quei gioielli. Finalmente non eravamo più solo occupate a cercare il cibo per sfamarci, ma avevamo voglia di renderci più carine prendendo anche un pò di quell'aria "scimmiesca".&lt;br /&gt;Infatti, da quando era stata scoperta l'agricoltura e l'allevamento, e il cibo non scarseggiava più, ma ce n'era in abbondanza.&lt;br /&gt;Ad un certo punto la voce lontana della maestra, che rivolgeva una domanda, interruppe il mio "viaggio" e mi riportò alla realtà. Mi ritrovai nella capanna degli uomini primitivi che in un momento prima, grazie alla mia immaginazione, si erano animati e , insieme, abbiamo vissuto un bellissimo momento della preistoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine del racconto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-sono-arrivata-seconda-al-concorso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33DxVHAtjEWMWDkob636ubN2sG866v75kAQO2UofqiceqBBgsUtAfviLLJVuMgE3JULUpOFrk-UvLLp0yrbdTapsB21Kx-QvIDOpdTGFfitXSze-00rgqUhqQJLqovXdp8cHW7inYMCg/s72-c/hs.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371811456365335036.post-7541936325332269617</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-17T04:11:33.118-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diario</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scuola</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">solesino</category><title>Ciao a tutti</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGICpTb90vB14EkCtp-1vcrpHk4t97Z_bcKHcgB_ncGH5zctkwGjhieH5RvHg1hrX8NKqlkAPAsXJXcSxgct0fBWoY6JINJwuEfJjPgAbkmLn2pZSUwX-MsXPLJ0HjMydmUB9WNQdRw4/s1600-h/eleblog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076989236721531378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGICpTb90vB14EkCtp-1vcrpHk4t97Z_bcKHcgB_ncGH5zctkwGjhieH5RvHg1hrX8NKqlkAPAsXJXcSxgct0fBWoY6JINJwuEfJjPgAbkmLn2pZSUwX-MsXPLJ0HjMydmUB9WNQdRw4/s320/eleblog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bmoVo6NxaoufICe55vntXTix3hMnC38U2DiKrA9hhvzbQIA6_Z6vZ45jhXQrB9mCh7Okk420IHBwppfThP8YDp2aIqtyAci-LztCab1YD0YVCEMxi3qzCH-9xpy92dNoKhXkJL0V8tM/s1600-h/eleblog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao a tutti&lt;br /&gt;sono Eleonora, una bambina di 9 anni, frequento la classe terza elmentare nella scuola Dante Alighieri nella località di Pisana a Stanghella. Io però abito a Solesino in provincia di Padova.&lt;br /&gt;Da oggi, grazie all'aiuto di mio papà Gianni, inizio a scrivere in questo mio diario online.&lt;br /&gt;.... ah dimenticavo!! sono stata promossa alla classe 4° elementare :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://elediario.blogspot.com/2007/06/ciao-tutti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGICpTb90vB14EkCtp-1vcrpHk4t97Z_bcKHcgB_ncGH5zctkwGjhieH5RvHg1hrX8NKqlkAPAsXJXcSxgct0fBWoY6JINJwuEfJjPgAbkmLn2pZSUwX-MsXPLJ0HjMydmUB9WNQdRw4/s72-c/eleblog1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>