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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQXs9eCp7ImA9WxNaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856</id><updated>2009-11-24T19:18:00.560+01:00</updated><title>Nonblog di Habanera</title><subtitle type="html">Momenti di piacevole lettura</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>417</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><logo>http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/fb_pwrd.gif</logo><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NonblogDiHabanera" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGQH8zcSp7ImA9WxNbFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-7371285477390404981</id><published>2009-11-16T00:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:10:21.189+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-19T16:10:21.189+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parigi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jean Béraud" /><title>Jean Béraud e la Belle Epoque</title><summary type="html">Habanera L'Attesa, 1890, Musée d’Orsay, ParisLa Belle Epoque, non a caso chiamata così, ci trasporta immediatamente a Parigi, in particolare per le grandiose Esposizioni Universali che vi si tennero in quegli anni. Nel 1889, per celebrare il centenario della Rivoluzione, fu inaugurata la Tour Eiffel destinata a essere smantellata una volta terminata la manifestazione. Divenne invece simbolo della&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/modjKSnJi-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7371285477390404981/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=7371285477390404981" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/7371285477390404981?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/7371285477390404981?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/modjKSnJi-k/jean-beraud-e-la-belle-epoque.html" title="Jean Béraud e la Belle Epoque" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/jean-beraud-e-la-belle-epoque.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMQn06eip7ImA9WxNUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-2769760061129219000</id><published>2009-11-05T16:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:06:23.312+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T18:06:23.312+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rossana Di Fazio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alda Merini" /><title>Ricordo di Alda Merini</title><summary type="html">Rossana Di Fazio(Vita di redazione)Se non mi sbaglio, era una giornata di fine inverno. 1996. Stavamo preparando il secondo numero di Golem. Siccome la parola «multimediale» sapeva ancora di nuovo e prometteva bene, pensai di telefonare ad Alda Merini, perché avevo in mente di registrare delle voci care, vicine, importanti. La sua voce - cercavo di spiegarle al telefono: avremmo potuto farla &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/5WwSqLK00R8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2769760061129219000/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=2769760061129219000" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/2769760061129219000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/2769760061129219000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/5WwSqLK00R8/ricordo-di-alda-merini.html" title="Ricordo di Alda Merini" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SvINFESeyRI/AAAAAAAAGDU/BiS-o36DhR8/s72-c/Ritratto_Alda_Merini.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/ricordo-di-alda-merini.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICSXo5fip7ImA9WxNbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-5987105123663864814</id><published>2009-10-31T00:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:02:48.426+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T16:02:48.426+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabiano Braccini" /><title>La poesia di Fabiano Braccini</title><summary type="html"> Thomas Gainsborough: The Honorable Mrs. Graham, 1775National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC, USARITRATTO DI SIGNORADipingimi con tratto elegante-tu che sai-occhi intensi che mirano lontanoe un sorriso morbido,soffuso lievemente di malìa.Pittura nell’ovale del mio viso-senza troppo marcare-labbra che si atteggiano al bacioe un filo appena di seduzione:che sia garbata, mai volgare.Disegnami un &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/0vPzExWpnJU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5987105123663864814/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=5987105123663864814" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5987105123663864814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5987105123663864814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/0vPzExWpnJU/la-poesia-di-fabiano-braccini.html" title="La poesia di Fabiano Braccini" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/Suov-nS78nI/AAAAAAAAGDE/nD3Q_NzzcwQ/s72-c/Gainsborough-Mrs-Graham.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-poesia-di-fabiano-braccini.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQX49cSp7ImA9WxNVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-8098972210285390234</id><published>2009-10-28T00:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:54:30.069+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T02:54:30.069+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabiano Braccini" /><title>Lettere al Nonblog</title><summary type="html">Habanera Per caso, cercando il testo de “L’ORA DI BARGA”, ho incontrato questo vostro superlativo blog:grafica di gran classe e piacevolissima, agevole lettura, testi scritti in vero italiano, interessantissimi e colti contenuti, mai scontati e di profonda e poetica valenza.Anche gli interventi che pubblicate a commento dei vostri post sono all’altezza del contesto.Sono certo che abbiate già &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/9CoAILBX0N4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8098972210285390234/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=8098972210285390234" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/8098972210285390234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/8098972210285390234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/9CoAILBX0N4/lettere-al-nonblog.html" title="Lettere al Nonblog" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/Sud_3CkZePI/AAAAAAAAGC8/_oxt_Qg8ew4/s72-c/Cassetta-per-le-lettere.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/lettere-al-nonblog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FQX0zeyp7ImA9WxNWGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-3902837318752277380</id><published>2009-10-19T01:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:50:10.383+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T01:50:10.383+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><title>Liberi tutti</title><summary type="html">HabaneraQualche mese fa concludevo il post Una lunga vacanza dicendo: Al ritorno dalla mia lunga trasferta al mare riprenderò con rinnovato slancio, e su basi diverse, questo piacevole, laborioso, gratificante lavoro di editrice-blogger.Per una serie di motivi non è stato così e l'auspicato rinnovato slancio deve essersi nascosto chissà dove perchè io non sono riuscita a trovarlo da nessuna &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/F2J7Pn8Ysp4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3902837318752277380/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=3902837318752277380" title="15 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/3902837318752277380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/3902837318752277380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/F2J7Pn8Ysp4/liberi-tutti.html" title="Liberi tutti" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/liberi-tutti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEANSXs_cSp7ImA9WxNWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-5058778350745194694</id><published>2009-10-11T01:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:06:38.549+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T19:06:38.549+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chiara" /><title>Mia sorella a volte è insopportabile</title><summary type="html">ChiaraMia sorella si chiama Gaia e ha quasi 4 anni.Io le voglio molto bene e infatti fin da quando "non era prevista" ho fatto impazzire mia mamma col fatto che volevo una sorella, così dopo mesi e mesi di richieste in ginocchio, la mamma mi accontentò.Anche lei mi vuole un sacco di bene e la maggior parte delle volte mi ricopia.Purtroppo mia sorella ha un caratterino tutto suo e non sai mai come&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/ToVSj6jZHRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5058778350745194694/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=5058778350745194694" title="16 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5058778350745194694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5058778350745194694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/ToVSj6jZHRU/mia-sorella-volte-e-insopportabile.html" title="Mia sorella a volte è insopportabile" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/StEbEhYn8LI/AAAAAAAAGCU/0uzminen67w/s72-c/Chiara-e-Gaia-Eurodisney-2008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/mia-sorella-volte-e-insopportabile.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAAQ3o9cCp7ImA9WxNXFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-7235976380349213377</id><published>2009-10-04T01:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:29:02.468+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T18:29:02.468+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Robert Doisneau" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jacques Prévert" /><title>Jacques Prévert: Barbara</title><summary type="html">Ricordati Barbara Pioveva senza sosta quel giorno su Brest E tu camminavi sorridente Serena rapita grondante Sotto la pioggia Ricordati Barbara Come pioveva su Brest E io ti ho incontrata a rue de Siam Tu sorridevi Ed anch’io sorridevo Ricordati Barbara Tu che io non conoscevo Tu che non mi conoscevi Ricordati quel giorno ad ogni costo Non lo dimenticare Un uomo s’era rifugiato sotto un portico E&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/Ayn9Yo4wgXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7235976380349213377/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=7235976380349213377" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/7235976380349213377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/7235976380349213377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/Ayn9Yo4wgXU/jacques-prevert-barbara.html" title="Jacques Prévert: Barbara" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SsfoQWEoX9I/AAAAAAAAGB0/cp_2ctYVDKE/s72-c/Robert-Doisneau-Les-amoureux.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/jacques-prevert-barbara.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQ3gycCp7ImA9WxNWEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-4652249007418318553</id><published>2009-09-29T00:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:00:02.698+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T02:00:02.698+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eppifemili" /><title>Appuntamento con Lupin III</title><summary type="html">Dal blog di EppifemiliIeri sera, proprio mentre io e Homo ci accingevamo a guardare un film sul satellite, da fuori appare un lampo.Seguito poi da un tuono rimbombante.Subito dopo il segnale digitale svanisce nel nulla.Niente film.Niente Doctor House dopo il film.Niente di niente.Proprio oggi che dovevo anche vedere una nuova trasmissione di design che mi interessa per lavoro!Accidenti!Beh! &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/_LHUpgNxKz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4652249007418318553/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=4652249007418318553" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/4652249007418318553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/4652249007418318553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/_LHUpgNxKz4/appuntamento-con-lupin-iii.html" title="Appuntamento con Lupin III" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SsCYZEnzdLI/AAAAAAAAGAs/vbrCADNIuLs/s72-c/evakant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/appuntamento-con-lupin-iii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBQXc8eSp7ImA9WxNUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-4526783251511979003</id><published>2009-09-22T01:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:44:10.971+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T15:44:10.971+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sandra Mastore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Racconti" /><title>Scampoli d'infanzia</title><summary type="html">Sandra Mastore(ginni)Alla fine sì.Avrebbe organizzato lei la festicciola di Halloween per la figlia e le amiche.Difficile trovare qualcosa di interessante per intrattenerle:a dodici anni tutto va in obsolescenza con rapidità impressionante, ciò che solo ieri era divertimento assicurato oggi poteva essere fonte di noia senza rimedio.Ma non voleva perdere l’occasione, pochi mesi potevano &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/msaCGsEo8as" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4526783251511979003/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=4526783251511979003" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/4526783251511979003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/4526783251511979003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/msaCGsEo8as/scampoli-dinfanzia.html" title="Scampoli d'infanzia" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SraXoQNFRxI/AAAAAAAAF9M/G3MXTbzLl7U/s72-c/Halloween_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/scampoli-dinfanzia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNSHc9eip7ImA9WxNQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-5015064043579495494</id><published>2009-09-14T00:28:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:03:19.962+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T23:03:19.962+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solimano" /><title>Pioggia d'oro (3)</title><summary type="html"> I vitelloni (1953) di Federico FelliniLa pioggia d'oro (3)di SolimanoCol mito di Danae ero rimasto a Klimt. E dopo? Dopo c'è il cinema.Propongo tredici variazioni sul tema, seguendo l'ordine cronologico dei film. In alcune il mito di Danae è lontanissimo, in altre assai vicino. Compaiono gli uomini e generalmente l'oro è sostituito dalle banconote (ma non sempre). I contesti sono diversi, ma un &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/O7wS36ErLSg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5015064043579495494/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=5015064043579495494" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5015064043579495494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5015064043579495494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/O7wS36ErLSg/pioggia-doro-3.html" title="Pioggia d'oro (3)" /><author><name>Solimano</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAUlobDjuXA/SqOp4D1e4vI/AAAAAAAAYzM/b1_vV9uNz9g/s72-c/vitelloni30.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/pioggia-doro-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4AQnw9fyp7ImA9WxNWEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-7247373247740330765</id><published>2009-09-08T00:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:32:23.267+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-11T15:32:23.267+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sub" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabio R." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montagna" /><title>Un'immersione speciale</title><summary type="html">Fabio R.Mi fa sempre lo stesso effetto alzarmi presto la mattina, ma questa volta c’è un motivo di eccitazione in più.Si parte all’alba, come al solito, ma la strada è diversa: non si prende la solita autostrada in direzione Genova, si va a Nord.Si costeggia il lago di Como, si passa dalla Val Chiavenna e poi più su fino al confine con la Svizzera, intruppati nel solito serpentone di auto che la &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/gUeBkHOKsKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7247373247740330765/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=7247373247740330765" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/7247373247740330765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/7247373247740330765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/gUeBkHOKsKk/unimmersione-speciale.html" title="Un'immersione speciale" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/Smo_e5XwK_I/AAAAAAAAFyc/KUvtMA0jTkg/s72-c/Saint-Moritz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/unimmersione-speciale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBQnYzeSp7ImA9WxNWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-2647775216068101203</id><published>2009-09-01T00:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:37:33.881+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T17:37:33.881+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Giorgio Casera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Agnèr" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montagna" /><title>In cima all'Agnèr</title><summary type="html">Giorgio Casera L'Agnèr visto da AgordoL'Agnèr: 2.872 rispettabili metri e un aspetto imponente.Ma per me, nelle estati degli anni '50 trascorse nel paese dei nonni, era solo il monte del paesello, sovrastato dalla fama e dall'altezza dei vicini Civetta (3.220 m.) e Marmolada (3.343 m.). E anche nello stesso gruppo di appartenenza, quello delle Pale di S. Martino, di cui costituiva la parte &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/7VNXNkAB-eA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2647775216068101203/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=2647775216068101203" title="14 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/2647775216068101203?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/2647775216068101203?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/7VNXNkAB-eA/in-cima-allagner.html" title="In cima all'Agnèr" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SohQXfPYIgI/AAAAAAAAF2s/EI6tC9odYlg/s72-c/L-Agner-visto-da-Agordo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-cima-allagner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEARXY_eCp7ImA9WxNUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-957575664742793012</id><published>2009-08-24T01:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:00:44.840+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T23:00:44.840+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solimano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Roberto Calasso" /><title>Pioggia d'oro (2)</title><summary type="html"> Beato Angelico: Annunciazione 1430-32164 x 194 cm Madrid, PradoLa pioggia d'oro (2)di SolimanoCosa ci fa una Annunciazione del Beato Angelico in cima ad un post che tratta un mito erotico come quello di Danae? Basta guardare l'immagine senza prevenzioni - cosa non facile - per accorgersi delle somiglianze fra i Miti (maiuscoli, perché i Miti sono i fondamenti della civiltà umana). E' probabile &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/5bR9bv8fyuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/957575664742793012/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=957575664742793012" title="9 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/957575664742793012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/957575664742793012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/5bR9bv8fyuI/pioggia-doro-2.html" title="Pioggia d'oro (2)" /><author><name>Solimano</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAUlobDjuXA/Sn8-Lz6G7II/AAAAAAAAYFo/__YxS2xUbKo/s72-c/danae_beato_angelico_prado_01a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pioggia-doro-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMGQHoyeip7ImA9WxNQFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-8379537280157537564</id><published>2009-08-21T03:10:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:40:21.492+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-23T02:40:21.492+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernanda Pivano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Edgar Lee Masters" /><title>Segreto di giovinezza</title><summary type="html"> Fernanda PivanoLa mia giovane vecchiaia e il donodi Gore Vidal(Fernanda Pivano sul Corriere della Sera)Ah, la vecchiaia. Gli anni che pesano. Le parole cariche di amara rassegnazione di Guido Ceronetti alle quali ha risposto con affettuoso ottimismo Arrigo Levi, mi hanno costretto a pensare, ancora una volta, alla mia di vecchiaia. A interrogarmi. E a scavare un po' nella memoria.Mi è tornata in&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/LGGNPBUM940" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8379537280157537564/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=8379537280157537564" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/8379537280157537564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/8379537280157537564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/LGGNPBUM940/segreto-di-giovinezza.html" title="Segreto di giovinezza" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/So3u1_sykDI/AAAAAAAAF5E/pld-z4769Fs/s72-c/Fernanda-Pivano.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/segreto-di-giovinezza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMRX4_eyp7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-1568876553405037965</id><published>2009-08-17T00:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:58:04.043+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T17:58:04.043+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letizia Ricci" /><title>Notte italiana</title><summary type="html">Letizia RicciSenza che nessuno se ne accorga, di notte spio i tetti imbiancati dal calore che emanano le terrazze e le antenne, che si fa straticello sottile e denso e in cui vanno a ficcarsi il vociare scomposto delle ore diurne, i clacson sgarbati, le marmitte dei motorini zeeeee zzzzzeeeee zzzzeeeeeeeee, le serrande aperte e richiuse, a mano, di cui conosci il percorso nei binari storti fino &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/oUKsR3Gn1_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1568876553405037965/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=1568876553405037965" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1568876553405037965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1568876553405037965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/oUKsR3Gn1_4/notte-italiana.html" title="Notte italiana" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SoAusK74MqI/AAAAAAAAF2E/qzn7yb_rS0s/s72-c/notte_italiana.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/notte-italiana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GSXk4cCp7ImA9WxNXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-3693244060485015252</id><published>2009-08-10T00:35:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:35:28.738+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T14:35:28.738+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milano" /><title>Il mio Naviglio</title><summary type="html">Habanera Milano mia, dove le case si specchiano nell'acqua ed il Naviglio ruba i colori al cielo Milano romantica e segreta, intima e silenziosa.Quanto diversa dall'idea che ne ha chi la conosce solo di passaggio. Lo storico Vicolo dei Lavandai, in origine dettoVicol di bugandee (da bugada=bucato), prende il nome da un antico lavatoio tutt'ora esistente Inginocchiate sul brellin di legno le donne&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/rtBUu0nAUfY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3693244060485015252/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=3693244060485015252" title="11 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/3693244060485015252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/3693244060485015252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/rtBUu0nAUfY/il-mio-naviglio.html" title="Il mio Naviglio" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SmXcdLuCS2I/AAAAAAAAFx8/JivqdL7N6U4/s72-c/Il-naviglio-grande.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/il-mio-naviglio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FRX86fyp7ImA9WxNRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-8236690644042824532</id><published>2009-08-02T00:10:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:01:54.117+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T01:01:54.117+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solimano" /><title>Pioggia d'oro (1)</title><summary type="html"> Danae e la pioggia d'oro ca. 450-425 a.C.Cratere beotico a figure rosse Parigi, LouvreLa pioggia d'oro (1)di SolimanoHyginus è il mitografo che nell'età degli Antonini (II-III secolo d.C) scrisse le Fabulae, 277 racconti di miti greci organizzati per cicli. Noi lo chiamiamo Igino Astronomo dall'altra sua opera, il De astronomia.Così racconta il mito di Danae (Fabula 63):«Danae Acrisii et &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/mJGjLHNBTmw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8236690644042824532/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=8236690644042824532" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/8236690644042824532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/8236690644042824532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/mJGjLHNBTmw/pioggia-doro-1.html" title="Pioggia d'oro (1)" /><author><name>Solimano</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAUlobDjuXA/SmIMtUFRtRI/AAAAAAAAXjI/wBGrwYCvgns/s72-c/danae_cratere_beotico_01a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pioggia-doro-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHR347eip7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-2527668714392645335</id><published>2009-07-27T00:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:07:16.002+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T18:07:16.002+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabio R." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Racconti" /><title>La bella stupida e il brutto simpatico</title><summary type="html">La bella stupida e il brutto simpaticodi Fabio R.Ci conosciamo.Lei non è bella, è carina.Io alle ragazze belle preferisco le ragazze carine... le trovo più belle.Lei dice che sono carino.Preferisce i belli, ma se dice che sono carino vuol dire che sono brutto, però simpatico.Adesso siamo sdraiati accanto sul letto.Un brutto simpatico e una carina molto bella.Parliamo.Lei non è molto intelligente &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/6RrTZGhnU60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2527668714392645335/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=2527668714392645335" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/2527668714392645335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/2527668714392645335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/6RrTZGhnU60/la-bella-stupida-e-il-brutto-simpatico.html" title="La bella stupida e il brutto simpatico" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SmJPSgsPz4I/AAAAAAAAFwk/yav1BubQXHY/s72-c/alberi.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-bella-stupida-e-il-brutto-simpatico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQHw_eSp7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-6334059412446862344</id><published>2009-07-20T00:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:01:41.241+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T18:01:41.241+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zena Roncada" /><title>Torture &amp; tesori</title><summary type="html">Torture &amp; tesoridi Zena RoncadaEppure c’erano giornate lunghe, senza capo né coda, col tempo che non lasciava un segno, solo quello struggimento che viene verso sera, quando pare di non aver niente da trattenere, neanche per dire “domani invece…”C’è che il tempo ha bisogno di sussulti per essere ricordato, sassi a tradimento per il salto dal prima al poi: basta il poco di una cavalletta &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/DStUiYkdQVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6334059412446862344/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=6334059412446862344" title="9 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/6334059412446862344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/6334059412446862344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/DStUiYkdQVc/torture-tesori.html" title="Torture &amp; tesori" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAUlobDjuXA/SlngTiOEAWI/AAAAAAAAXU4/NeSe3PXBeNY/s72-c/brueghel_scrigno_01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/torture-tesori.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMGQHoyfSp7ImA9WxNQFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-1046113705499442835</id><published>2009-07-13T00:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:40:21.495+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-23T02:40:21.495+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Habanera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Giovanni Pascoli" /><title>L'ora di Barga</title><summary type="html"> Barga - Disegno di Swietlan KraczynaL'ora di BargaGiovanni PascoliAl mio cantuccio, donde non sentose non le reste brusir del grano,il suon dell'ore viene col ventodal non veduto borgo montano:suono che uguale, che blando cade,come una voce che persuade.Tu dici, E' l'ora; tu dici, E' tardi,voce che cadi blanda dal cielo.Ma un poco ancora lascia che guardil'albero, il ragno, l'ape, lo stelo,cose &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/GD4VbNz_Yvs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1046113705499442835/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=1046113705499442835" title="8 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1046113705499442835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1046113705499442835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/GD4VbNz_Yvs/lora-di-barga.html" title="L'ora di Barga" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SlZvIbmLXVI/AAAAAAAAFuk/RVZpWKbx5iA/s72-c/KraczynaBarga.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lora-di-barga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQHg_eip7ImA9WxNSF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-1512878817315873674</id><published>2009-07-06T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:35:21.642+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T20:35:21.642+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nicolas Poussin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solimano" /><title>Il ballo della vita humana (2)</title><summary type="html">Il ballo della vita humana (2)di SolimanoGuadiamoli più da vicino, i quattro personaggi che danzano: Povertà, Lavoro, Ricchezza e Piacere. Non abbiamo ancora scoperto tutto quello che ci vuol dire Poussin e come ce lo dice. Anzitutto, la Povertà e il Lavoro sono in secondo piano: la Povertà (che è di sesso maschile) non mostra il volto, il Lavoro è una donna che nei muscoli esprime fatica &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/e5eH_O9GNpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1512878817315873674/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=1512878817315873674" title="8 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1512878817315873674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1512878817315873674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/e5eH_O9GNpg/il-ballo-della-vita-humana-2.html" title="Il ballo della vita humana (2)" /><author><name>Solimano</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAUlobDjuXA/Siv-hntP2hI/AAAAAAAAWsU/8eMgHMp48Fk/s72-c/poussin_musica_tempo_01i.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/il-ballo-della-vita-humana-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQHw_eyp7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-1419464007785896072</id><published>2009-06-29T00:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:01:41.243+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T18:01:41.243+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lilli Guacci" /><title>Parole</title><summary type="html">Paroledi Lilli GuacciE se improvvisamente scomparissero le parole?Se piano piano evaporassero… prima quelle corte corte, come le congiunzioni, tipo le e… o le semplici o… tra una parola e l’altra?Poi i… di, a, da, in, con, su, per, tra, fra.Via, sparite, lentamente dissolte dal foglio, lasciando voragini bianche. Certo, leggendo tutta la frase, riusciremmo a capire che una volta erano lì… ma poi…&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/zVr6ZJ3nYJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1419464007785896072/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=1419464007785896072" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1419464007785896072?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1419464007785896072?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/zVr6ZJ3nYJo/parole.html" title="Parole" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SkeI7-c9sCI/AAAAAAAAFjo/gfRJfWkVQa4/s72-c/alfabeto_francese.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/parole.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCQ344eyp7ImA9WxNUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-5742762695610852945</id><published>2009-06-21T11:45:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:29:22.033+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T16:29:22.033+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Erwin Panofsky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nicolas Poussin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solimano" /><title>Il ballo della vita humana (1)</title><summary type="html">“Il ballo della vita humana” (1)di SolimanoTutto cominciò la mattina del 6 gennaio 2004, sfogliando l'Unità.A pagina 23 c'era un articolo di Sergio Givone titolato “Verità vo' cercando”; fui attratto da una immagine de “La verità svelata dal tempo” del Bernini, che è alla Galleria Borghese. La statua fu eseguita fra il 1646 e il 1652, anni in cui il Bernini si trovò in difficoltà con la corte &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/pY5VW2sFh8Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5742762695610852945/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=5742762695610852945" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5742762695610852945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/5742762695610852945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/pY5VW2sFh8Q/il-ballo-della-vita-humana-1.html" title="Il ballo della vita humana (1)" /><author><name>Solimano</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAUlobDjuXA/Siv_nAllRxI/AAAAAAAAWss/b64eaxRHLRg/s72-c/poussin_musica_tempo_01g.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/il-ballo-della-vita-humana-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHR347fCp7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-1499391016875680413</id><published>2009-06-14T19:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:07:16.004+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T18:07:16.004+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appunti personali" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sandra Mastore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Racconti" /><title>Tra un minuto nevica</title><summary type="html"> Gustav Klimt: Donna anziana, 1909Tra un minuto nevicadi Sandra Mastore(ginni)Freddo e fretta mettono le ali ai piedi, per raggiungere il parcheggio basta solo attraversare la piazza tra impavide biciclette, baveri allerta, frasi attutite. La carrozzina che si avvicina è spinta da una delle solite, trasognate badanti che, squittendo imperterrita al cellulare, non bada alla coperta scivolata (da &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/I9nX48fni7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1499391016875680413/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=1499391016875680413" title="9 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1499391016875680413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1499391016875680413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/I9nX48fni7c/tra-un-minuto-nevica.html" title="Tra un minuto nevica" /><author><name>Habanera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04490216457081919776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17848720957818200464" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SjLqRjwZLMI/AAAAAAAAE7M/MxcusmnkYg4/s72-c/Gustav-Klimt-Donna-Anziana.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/tra-un-minuto-nevica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGR3s8eyp7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975412562164221856.post-1188106626927317406</id><published>2009-06-03T02:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:48:46.573+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T17:48:46.573+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Irène Némirovsky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letteratura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Giulia" /><title>La valigia di Irène Némirovsky</title><summary type="html">La valigia di Irène Némirovskydi GiuliaUna valigia può contenere molte cose. Ma la valigia che le figlie di Irène Némirovsky, Denise ed Elisabeth, si porteranno dietro dopo la deportazione dei loro genitori in un campo di concentramento, conteneva qualcosa di molto prezioso: un manoscritto e gli appunti della mamma.Era la valigia che il marito disperato aveva consegnato alla figlia maggiore, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~4/Qx3-RgmafHg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1188106626927317406/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8975412562164221856&amp;postID=1188106626927317406" title="10 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1188106626927317406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975412562164221856/posts/default/1188106626927317406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NonblogDiHabanera/~3/Qx3-RgmafHg/la-valigia-di-irene-nemirovsky.html" title="La valigia di Irène Némirovsky" /><author><name>giulia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eHMpJMuq6I/SiGTOxaF6tI/AAAAAAAAE5c/5rsqm4iWskM/s72-c/ValigiaNemirovsky.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habanera-nonblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-valigia-di-irene-nemirovsky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
