<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700</id><updated>2024-09-16T00:52:44.931+02:00</updated><category term="POESIE"/><category term="SOGNI ASTRALI"/><category term="foto"/><category term="pensieri"/><category term="who am I?"/><title type='text'>IDEE               ***              PENSIERI            ***            DESIDERI</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-2883881775213329137</id><published>2013-04-17T13:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2013-04-17T13:23:59.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSIZIONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A  cosa mi riferisco?&lt;br /&gt;Ad  oggi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Siamo  uomini e donne come ieri, ma l&#39;essere, il sentire, l&#39;agire stanno cambiando,  assumono un senso diverso. &lt;br /&gt;Quello che per ieri era scontato, ora non lo è più. I  vecchi strumenti ora sono obsoleti. Stiamo via via acquisendo sempre più  consapevolezza di noi stessi, del nostro corpo come un tutt&#39;uno armonico, e del  nostro corpo - mente - sè più profondo in unione. Siamo sempre più presenti a  noi stessi e non siamo più proiettati in un tempo futuro non ben definito, ma  viviamo il presente, attimo dopo attimo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Ecco  allora che bisogna inventarsi nuovi strumenti, utili per il nuovo modo d&#39;essere.  Ma non è semplice, perchè anche se pochi possono decidere di cambiare strada da  un giorno o l&#39;altro e manifestare il loro modo d&#39;essere con relativa semplicità,  altri sono ancora nel pieno della personale transizione, vedono uno spiraglio di  luce, ma &quot;credono&quot; ancora al vecchio modo d&#39;essere, di vivere, e questo può  creare frustrazioni, altri ancora non ne sono neanche coscienti, e non solo  singoli ma anche istituzioni sono ancorate al vecchio paradigma (secolare)...  finchè lo permettiamo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;E&#39; dura  questa transizione, serve probabilmente un atto di coraggio, avere la  consapevolezza che tutto è nelle nostre mani, che ogni singolo individuo può  decidere di seguire la nuova versione di sè (e ha la responsabilità di farlo,  per sè e per gli altri, se ne è consapevole), quella che sente più libera, più  spontanea, staccata da condizionamenti e regole che non hanno più ragione  d&#39;essere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Perchè la  luce che ci spia ci sta aspettando, desiderosa di essere NOI... Noi dobbiamo  soltanto lasciarci andare a questo meraviglioso nuovo modo d&#39;essere. Non serve  capire perchè, o come, dobbiamo solo lasciarci cullare da quella vibrazione  d&#39;amore che non può che essere il massimo del bene per noi. La sentiamo da  sempre, chi più chi meno, il 99,99 % delle volte l&#39;abbiamo trascurata o peggio  snobbata. Ora che siamo più pronti dobbiamo Esserlo, semplicemente lasciarlo  scorrere in noi, essere noi, manifestare i veri NOI. Senza più raccotarcela,  trovare scuse, ammutinarci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Ora, in  questo momento, c&#39;è Tutto, tutte le innumerevoli manifestazioni possibili...  alcuni hanno istanti di pura e completa consapevolezza di questo infinito  intreccio di energia che è tutte le cose che esistono. E ci si chiede che cosa  succederà, che cosa faremo se seguiamo il nuovo, ma conoscendo solo i vecchi  strumenti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Forse  non serviranno più strumenti, e questo ci spaventa. Nel  mondo dell&#39;essere, non ci importerà più di prevenire e preparare le condizioni  adatte e migliori per essere felici perchè in ogni istante lo saremo, in ogni  istante lo siamo già, se lo vogliamo. Un passo dopo l&#39;altro, SARA&#39; LA NUOVA  VERSIONE DI NOI STESSI AD INDICARCI LA STRADA... il prima e il dopo non avranno  più senso, perchè in ogni attimo ci sentiremo soddisfatti, &quot;l&#39;aver bisogno  di...&quot; sarà una predisposizione di cui non faremo più esperienza, saremo sempre  piena e massima manifestazione della cosa più bella che potremmo essere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Sono  consapevole che questo periodo di transizione ci aprirà un nuovo mondo, che  tecniche, discipline e consulenze, agevolano questo passaggio alla nuova e piena  consapevolezza di noi, della natura e di tutto ciò che esiste. Dopo, anch&#39;esse  saranno superate, non avranno più senso, perchè riusciremo a manifestare al  massimo tutte le nostre potenzialità, capacità, con fiducia, in trasparenza,  chissà, riusciremo a vedere attraverso il palmo della nostra mano e fusa con  questa, l&#39;essenza intelligente dell&#39;Universo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;... ma sono ancora in  transizione, c&#39;è ancora una parte di me che si chiede come sarà poi, date le  circostanza attuali... forse perchè ha il sentore che è una transizione a una  realtà che mai si era vista prima, ma nello stesso tempo vuole giustificarla,  spiegarla, con i vecchi paradigmi, interpretarla come una  &quot;semplice&quot; evoluzione sociale, come tante altre già avvenute nella  storia... Caratteristica del mio modo di essere, mio come di tutti noi (o  quasi), ancora &quot;affezionati&quot; ad un mondo classico, macroscopico (per  forza di cose) di causa - effetto della manifestazione degli eventi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Nonostante  martelli costantemente, sempre con maggior insolenza, la coscienza. Non ha  bisogno di presentarsi, di raccontarsi, di spiegarsi o di dimostrare la sua  essenza... per essere noi. Vuole forse solo essere accolta. Non credo di essere  la sola a sentire questo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;E, mi rincresce dirlo, anche  perchè renderò forse vano ciò che ho scritto, cercare di spiegare il perchè, il  come, ciò stia succendendo, non fa che alimentare il vecchio paradigma, quando è  ormai tempo di ESSERE e basta. Ciò che è stato, ora non è più, o fa parte  dell&#39;eterno presente... possiamo però conservarlo in un cassetto, chiuso per  bene in un posto sicuro, e DARCI ALLA NUOVA ISPIRAZIONE, CHE SENTIAMO SEMPRE PIU&#39;, e prima o poi dimenticheremo anche di averlo conservato da qualche parte,  perchè ogni singola parte del nostro essere ne ha memoria, ma ormai sarà ben  mescolata con altro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;E&#39; come dimenticare un Amore.  Non si può. Si accoglie in qualcosa di più grande, sempre più grande, come in un  frattale. Non è quindi l&#39;importanza maggiore o minore di un amore, ma è  l&#39;importanza di darsi a sè completamente e di fidarsi del nuovo sentire più  profondo.&lt;br /&gt;F.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/2883881775213329137/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2013/04/transizione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/2883881775213329137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/2883881775213329137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2013/04/transizione.html' title='TRANSIZIONE'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnXBunF_4efUH6MnhIiyo2TlVzT7lCAlIZHXMmL5hYiaiB0urPolsLn-kYUSR1-7aX0wgKUyMIXPZ-tMv5rUqkB8LOpNQyOrpcbwSxjIs-HyOoSsQXZklPv_aHl-caC8JqzvJyh2bQns0/s72-c/intelligenza+emotiva1%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-5580938131276298358</id><published>2011-12-21T09:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T14:35:24.490+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensieri"/><title type='text'>Da un papà...</title><content type='html'>L’attesa, così come si dice…… era “dolce”. &lt;br /&gt;
Tensione, contentezza, &lt;br /&gt;
apprensione, letizia, &lt;br /&gt;
timore, allegria, &lt;br /&gt;
emozione, gioia, &lt;br /&gt;
era ciò veleggiava nella mia mente. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sensazioni che certamente &lt;br /&gt;
orientarono il mio Io alla maturità sempre incolmabile.&lt;br /&gt;
La mia prima metamorfosi……. .&lt;br /&gt;
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Tutto fu vinto da un bagliore.&lt;br /&gt;
La meravigliosa consapevolezza di amare intensamente &lt;br /&gt;
una persona ancora prima di conoscerla.&lt;br /&gt;
Venerdì 15 dicembre 1978, ore 23,25.&lt;br /&gt;
Auguri, Lilli.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/5580938131276298358/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-un-papa.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/5580938131276298358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/5580938131276298358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-un-papa.html' title='Da un papà...'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-4937743155393237277</id><published>2011-01-16T01:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:21:56.414+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who am I?"/><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Since I was a child, I have felt the push to try in my mind the meaning of the world and the sense of our being here, with the feeling to have already known it and to obtain its knowledge again. I tried and I tried, till when I was ten years old, I succeeded to cancel the &quot;ego&quot; (the “I” or self of any person, explaining with the words of the meditation, me then unknown) and to find to me there where beyond I could not be pushed, there where the memory was stopped, there where I felt the knowledge that beyond that wall the answer was found, an answer not to words, not to images, but to feelings, because pulled down that wall, I would have been participant together with the truth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was difficult to explain what I felt and to visualize it also in my mind.Why I write this between the personal information?&lt;br /&gt;
Because I believe that given this thought and this feeling of when I was small, have made chosen in the course of my life…And after to have obtained the bachelor in Physics, thinking that the science could explain all, I became account than the mathematical outline that filters the physical law (...) weights down the thought, not for its difficulty, but because it dims the inborn abilities of men to become compartecipe of all this that exists, of all this that happens, of as our inner world and that outside evolves…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The curio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;sity to know the world and to perceive the truth, has pushed to me to study Physics, always with the deep attempt of giving an answer to that it has happened to me when I was small,but when I began to discover to the quantic theory and the last theories on the active function that every senziente being has on the evolution of the world, is rendered me account than it has underrated the function of the mind and the emotions of the man, of the entire humanity, of the power of the man, and therefore on the fact that natural sciences and science of the mind (but more than other emotions - love), ARE TIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s man who studies, It&#39;s man who feels, It&#39;s man who searches. “The MAN not only is IN the WORLD”, but also and rather “the MAN IS the WORLD”! Therefore we know already the answers, they are in us; we must only learn to recognize them and to take of conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ccffff; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I am still in search, I have not complete answers, but beginning to feel within of me a different consciousness. It doesn&#39;t push to me to rinnegate and pulling down this that I have studied up to now and that continue to study, neither science in itself for himself (it has been able and can realize a lot!) and not to contrast the scientific method; simply I believe that man would have, (after obviously having taken conscience that can) to focus own energies on different processes of thought and not strictly based on logic, thus revealing new potentialities,…, you would see some of the beautiful ones! We have always said that we know thus little of same us, of our mind and heart… But they are the western ones to say it… The oriental world knew them “slightly” (for irony and essence) something in more… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then let we inquire ourselves, let we read, let we search, let we study, with the mind freed from social, religious and conditionings, from scientific inertia, all this that the past offers to us. Let we try to think different, to reason different. Let we make it with critical eye, but open heart. Let we make it as men, trusting us this who we feel (the subject comes revalued) and we will find sure (is not a hope, but a certainty), features of union between newest science and the more ancient acquaintances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To the scientist today: dedicate to this trade with the enthusiasm that marks the majority of the scientists, based on the curiosity, on the talent, on the beauty of the discovery; but don&#39;t transform that a lot refined scientific method in a ruotine to absorb, to learn thus well, but coldly, to freeze the free thought (the crib of new ideas), in order to obtain the wished place in the search, and only even to be accepted from the academic status; don&#39;t yield your mind to a praxis by now consolidated and instrumentalized… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ccffff; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Be brave, MEDITATES more, open new doors, pull down of it others, go beyond those mind processes of analysis, if you feel them crystallized within of you; if you already feel a new way, a new process within of you, don&#39;t repress it, do not have fear; it&#39;s not said that is not equally valid and efficient, it&#39;s not said that it cannot coexist with the precedence, but it&#39;s not even said that it is not positive and that does not overturn and does not take the place of the old one. Observe with new eyes since you participate to this that watches! We are in evolution, we accept the changes then! More than changes, discovery of our power, to be here and now and in conditioning this that permeates all and to be conditioned by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;It continues…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wished to offer you a picture of same me, not still completely clear, always capable of improvement… Naturally debatable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/4937743155393237277/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/4937743155393237277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/4937743155393237277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-4505811358293742083</id><published>2010-11-25T02:09:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2016-04-07T09:20:27.897+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SOGNI ASTRALI"/><title type='text'>Sdoppiamento Astrale: quel giorno... la prima volta in compagnia di me stessa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TPVD3cL2GJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/w441NTLV8ik/s1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545413135914375314&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TPVD3cL2GJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/w441NTLV8ik/s400/images.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; display: block; height: 204px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 248px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avevo 17 anni quando in un sonnellino pomeridiano ebbi una particolare esperienza...&lt;br /&gt;
Ricordo che mi ero addormentata sul divano del salotto della nostra vecchia casa.&lt;br /&gt;
Guardavo la tv, quando mi addormentai...&lt;br /&gt;
dopo un pò provai una strana sensazione di volermi alzare...con leggerezza.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi alzai per sedermi, piano piano, mi guardai attorno e semplicemente vedevo il salotto di casa, con il pianoforte di fronte, la tv a destra e la finestra a sinistra, dietro il divano su cui ero seduta...&lt;br /&gt;
mi dicevo: quanta luce che c&#39;è!!&lt;br /&gt;
Poi mi voltai sulla mia destra e, con una meraviglia che mi congelò, vidi il mio volto, il mio corpo, ancora steso...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ricordo con chiarezza quel pomeriggio, non lo dimentico più!&lt;br /&gt;
Non sapevo cosa stesse succedendo e perchè stesse succedendo, non me lo spiegavo, ma sentivo che era eccezionalmente REALE. Solo dopo, prima per caso e poi per mia ricerca, seppi cosa mi successe: sdoppiamento astrale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quindi, quando vidi me stessa, il mio corpo, presi comunque coscienza che si trattava di un sogno in cui sapevo di sognare (poi appresi che era un sogno lucido) o, più che sognare, esperivo una realtà diversa, si, era questa la senzazione.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;RIUSCIVO A GUARDARE A 360° OVUNQUE, NON SO COME POTReI SPIEGARLO CON IL NOSTRO COMUNE LINGUAGGIO...PERCEPIVO UN POTERE ENORME DENTRO DI ME...PARAGONABILE A QUELLA SENSAZIONE DI &quot;PELLE D&#39;OCA&quot; QUANDO SI PROVA UNA GRANDE EMOZIONE, ELEVATA PERO&#39; ALL&#39;ENNESIMA POTENZA, DIMINUITA PERO&#39; DELLA VULNERABILITA&#39; DEL NOSTRO &quot;NORMALE&quot; STATO UNANO DI VEGLIA E AUMENTATA DI QUELLA PARTICOLARE SICUREZZA DI &quot;POTER RIUSCIRE A FARE TUTTO CIO&#39; CHE SI VUOLE&quot;, PLANARE, VOLARE, ANDARE AL DI LA&#39;, QUALSIASI SIA NEL NOSTRO IMMAGINARIO....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;Ora riderete, perchè sentivo dentro di me e attorno a me proprio questo potere inebriante di leggerezza ed energia,, immersa in un&#39;atmosfera di luce soffusa ma omogeneamente brillante...ma tanta fu la meraviglia di tutto questo &quot;potere&quot; (di capacità che sentivo di poter sperimentare), tanto lo sentivo in ogni parte di me stessa, la doppia me stessa, la parte, chiamiamola volatile, per non dire altro ;) che mi spaventai, porka miseria...rientrai nel mio corpo e mi svegliai. Se solo mi fossi alzata in piedi, chissà dove sarei volata, avrei fatto un bel giro nell&#39;Universo, si penso proprio di si...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando mi svegliai, sentivo ancora quella forza, enorme, rimase in me, anche se persi la capacità di vedere a 360°, non so spiegarlo, ma ero FELICE, ENTUSIASTA una sensazione diversa dalle solite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/4505811358293742083/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/11/quel-giorno-la-prima-volta-in-compagnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/4505811358293742083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/4505811358293742083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/11/quel-giorno-la-prima-volta-in-compagnia.html' title='Sdoppiamento Astrale: quel giorno... la prima volta in compagnia di me stessa!'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TPVD3cL2GJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/w441NTLV8ik/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-722902096311605808</id><published>2010-08-14T11:48:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T14:35:24.498+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIE"/><title type='text'>Condivisione</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;In un momento vi ho ritrovato,&lt;br /&gt;
le vostre voci ritornate familiari,&lt;br /&gt;
è stato bellissimo riabbracciarvi&lt;br /&gt;
come se non ci fossimo mai allontanati...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mille ricordi di attimi felici insieme,&lt;br /&gt;
risate gare e manifestazioni a più non posso&lt;br /&gt;
ci legano per sempre...&lt;br /&gt;
condivisione,&lt;br /&gt;
infanzia d&#39;amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;La vostra Kekka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;ComeTe&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/722902096311605808/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/08/condivisione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/722902096311605808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/722902096311605808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/08/condivisione.html' title='Condivisione'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-2081474614711484217</id><published>2010-06-21T15:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T14:35:24.483+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIE"/><title type='text'>Ci sei solo tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCR-HrL3s8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/So4xxKzrap4/s1600/alba-spiaggia-250.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486648916360803266&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCR-HrL3s8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/So4xxKzrap4/s400/alba-spiaggia-250.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; display: block; height: 232px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCR9DUjPEyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8TSUukSzEoU/s1600/alba-spiaggia-250.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #6fa8dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei trovarmi in una spiaggia deserta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E&#39; l&#39;alba e il mare, ancora una tavola mezza nera,&lt;br /&gt;
s&#39;illumina onda dopo onda fino all&#39;orizzonte.&lt;br /&gt;
Il Sole, dietro di me, mi riscalda piano piano le spalle...&lt;br /&gt;
Il rumore dei raggi che toccano l&#39;acqua e la bruciano mi sfiora&lt;br /&gt;
la pelle, tesa per l&#39;emozione.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Provo a camminare, e la sabbia, fredda che era,&lt;br /&gt;
comincia ad intiepidirsi, a riscaldarsi, fino a bruciare, e a far saltare.&lt;br /&gt;
E&#39; ancora presto, ma ora il tempo non esiste.&lt;br /&gt;
Non è necessario contare i minuti, i secondi.&lt;br /&gt;
Nessuno c&#39;è che può darti fastidio.&lt;br /&gt;
Ci sei solo tu, il Sole, la Luna, il cielo chiaro - scuro e il mare,&lt;br /&gt;
un manto di lucciole dorate che pulsano come stelle&lt;br /&gt;
e che si disperdono nei tuoi occhi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Più il Sole avanza, più l&#39;acqua ti chiama in una melodia senza fine.&lt;br /&gt;
L&#39;incontro dell&#39;onda con la riva è ritmatico e dolce,&lt;br /&gt;
e l&#39;avvolgersi e il ritirarsi delle piccole onde, ti affascinano, ti attirano.&lt;br /&gt;
Vorresti sfiorare con la punta dei piedi&lt;br /&gt;
quella purezza quella freschezza che ti dona benessere.&lt;br /&gt;
Ma continui a stare fermo, rimani sbalordito, attratto da quello&lt;br /&gt;
che vedi e non vuoi lasciartelo sfuggire almeno per una volta.&lt;br /&gt;
L&#39;acqua ti laverebbe da tutte quelle forze che assorbi e che ti potenziano.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
L&#39;alba si ripete ogni giorno, da sempre.&lt;br /&gt;
Per questo può sembrare banale raccontarla... ma se...&lt;br /&gt;
almeno una volta ci sei tu a vederla, a integrarti in lei,&lt;br /&gt;
diventi parte del Tutto,&lt;br /&gt;
e capisci che, come Tu vedi lo spettacolo della Natura,&lt;br /&gt;
così la Natura vede lo spettacoo del tuo Essere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ComeTe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/2081474614711484217/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/ci-sei-solo-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/2081474614711484217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/2081474614711484217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/ci-sei-solo-tu.html' title='Ci sei solo tu'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCR-HrL3s8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/So4xxKzrap4/s72-c/alba-spiaggia-250.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-809786897606776002</id><published>2010-06-21T15:49:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T14:35:24.502+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIE"/><title type='text'>Immaginazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCSEm81TIEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bDKQ2ZuiI20/s1600/cascate.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486656050743681090&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCSEm81TIEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bDKQ2ZuiI20/s400/cascate.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; height: 300px; width: 400px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #b4a7d6; color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vedevo l&#39;acqua scivolare via&lt;br /&gt;
luminosa e argentea dalle cascate imponenti.&lt;br /&gt;
Ricca era quell&#39;immaginazione di una sensazione di libertà&lt;br /&gt;
e di comunione con lo spirito della vita,&lt;br /&gt;
che combatteva contro la lucidità contro la realtà.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ero quasi assopita quando ad un tratto un fuoco si accese&lt;br /&gt;
sulla sommità di una di quelle cascate e,&lt;br /&gt;
come fanno le ninfee acquatiche galleggiava morbidamente&lt;br /&gt;
sulla superficie come venisse cullato.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Non si sarebbe spento anzi si ingrandiva sempre di più.&lt;br /&gt;
Sentivo che quel fuoco era solo l&#39;immagine onirica&lt;br /&gt;
di una stretta impetuosa che sentivo dentro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sarebbe esplosa prima o poi&lt;br /&gt;
per competere e vincere contro l&#39;acqua,&lt;br /&gt;
la leggera pesantezza del mio essere,&lt;br /&gt;
l&#39;apparente bellezza e disinvoltura&lt;br /&gt;
delle immagini perlate e luccicanti&lt;br /&gt;
che suscitano meraviglia ma che quasi sempre illudono&lt;br /&gt;
e deludono lo spettatore e lo stesso protagonista.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ComeTe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/809786897606776002/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/vedevo-lacqua-scivolare-via-luminosa-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/809786897606776002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/809786897606776002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/vedevo-lacqua-scivolare-via-luminosa-e.html' title='Immaginazione'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TCSEm81TIEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bDKQ2ZuiI20/s72-c/cascate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-2205478716652991225</id><published>2010-06-18T22:48:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T14:35:24.487+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIE"/><title type='text'>MAMMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TBvmol47vNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oZHPyTjynJI/s1600/lucw+diffusa.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una memoria per sempre&lt;br /&gt;
radici lontane e ritrovate&lt;br /&gt;
pan di stelle e abbracci&lt;br /&gt;
filastrocca mattutina:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sorpresa sorpresissima, sorpresa,&lt;br /&gt;
sorpresa sorpresissima,&lt;br /&gt;
che buona che bontà... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi cantavi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;svegliandomi dal mio sonno...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiabe raccontate nel letto,&lt;br /&gt;
la tua voce, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;il tuo tono amorevole&lt;br /&gt;
toccava la parte più importante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vitale di me,&lt;br /&gt;
quella di cui non ho preso coscienza subito,&lt;br /&gt;
perchè coperta di un rigore logico &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;di parte&quot; ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;non però condannato, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perchè affiancato anch&#39;esso da tanto amore...&lt;br /&gt;
tu mi capisci...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
La tua voce mi ha però accompagnato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;
e mi ha insegnato ad amare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora che ci siamo capite&lt;br /&gt;
non ci &quot;allontaneremo&quot; mai più...&lt;br /&gt;
Mi devi ancora insegnare tanto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essere speciale sei per me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in questo mondo&lt;br /&gt;
in tutte le dimensioni&lt;br /&gt;
in tutto l&#39;universo&lt;br /&gt;
perchè hai toccato corde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che vanno oltre ogni limite &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimento che permea tutto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ComeTe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/2205478716652991225/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/2205478716652991225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/2205478716652991225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_18.html' title='MAMMA'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-7061388469733348921</id><published>2010-06-17T17:17:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T14:35:24.494+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIE"/><title type='text'>ARMONIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #66ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi cullano i tuoi pensieri&lt;br /&gt;
mi baciano i tuoi sguardi&lt;br /&gt;
mi carezzano il volto le tue mani&lt;br /&gt;
e il loro effetto si trasmette su tutto il corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Il mio cuore non rallenta&lt;br /&gt;
va sempre più forte,&lt;br /&gt;
ma i gesti si fanno sempre più appassionati&lt;br /&gt;
e calpestano la &quot;velocità&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Si danno alla lentezza&lt;br /&gt;
assaporano gli &quot;stop&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
su tutti gli incroci possibili.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Non c&#39;è mai stata una strada&lt;br /&gt;
così meravigliosa,&lt;br /&gt;
così ordinata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
L&#39;obbedienza alle precedenze è perfetta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mai il &quot;rosso&quot; è stato così amato,&lt;br /&gt;
desiderato, atteso...&lt;br /&gt;
tanto da giungere ardenti e più ansiosi che mai&lt;br /&gt;
allo scatto del &quot;verde&quot;,&lt;br /&gt;
il &quot;via&quot;!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Via libera dunque...&lt;br /&gt;
... Percorriamo insieme queste strade,&lt;br /&gt;
dritte curve illuminate e buie,&lt;br /&gt;
in un vortice di &quot;segnali&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
che danno stranamente carta bianca alla nostra volontà,&lt;br /&gt;
non ci impongono niente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto da far si che quell&#39; &quot;ordine&quot; sparisca,&lt;br /&gt;
quegli stop non siano più rispettati&lt;br /&gt;
in un mondo in cui quella città non è più la stessa&lt;br /&gt;
e le cui &quot;redini&quot; sono completamente nostre.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E&#39; una città fatta solamente per noi,&lt;br /&gt;
è unica nel suo genere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Non potrebbe mai essere di nessun altro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ComeTe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/7061388469733348921/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/armonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/7061388469733348921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/7061388469733348921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/armonia.html' title='ARMONIA'/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-7325926980699654015</id><published>2010-06-15T23:02:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T20:45:29.071+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIE"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TBfqmRY0YnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PTYkNyG9N-8/s1600/100_4890.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483109014570295922&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TBfqmRY0YnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PTYkNyG9N-8/s400/100_4890.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; height: 400px; width: 298px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao Piccolino,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre gironzoli fiero e un pò assonnato nella mia via,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ti spalmi sul muretto di fronte casa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ami assorbire i raggi del sole fino alle undici e poi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quatto quatto te ne vai là dove solo tu sai per trovare&lt;br /&gt;
un pò di fresco ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aspettiamo tutti la tua passeggiatina pomeridiana,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ormai sempre più tarda, nelle ore più tiepide,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;per sfoggiare la tua eleganza da signor randagio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;libero e tanto ammirato...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e per contemplare la tua figura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regale e un pò sorniona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando il tuo sguardo si posa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;su quel qualcosa che là per là&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coglie la tua attenzione...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao Piccolino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff66; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ComeTe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff66;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/feeds/7325926980699654015/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/ciao-piccolino-sempre-gironzoli-fiero-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/7325926980699654015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664880970484792700/posts/default/7325926980699654015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tralarealta-tralenuvole.blogspot.com/2010/06/ciao-piccolino-sempre-gironzoli-fiero-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Il Tuo Operatore Olistico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09947666182867872893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TBfqmRY0YnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PTYkNyG9N-8/s72-c/100_4890.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664880970484792700.post-2042185011047940884</id><published>2010-05-28T20:58:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2015-07-20T17:28:10.337+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto"/><title type='text'>THREE WONDERFUL DAYS: 3rd Workshop of Italian Astrobiology Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NFeMxCEwaQ/TAAStWGknCI/AAAAAAAAADY/u3AvfXjZM5g/s1600/100_4715.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; 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