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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBQX49cCp7ImA9WhRUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610</id><updated>2012-01-22T13:40:50.068+01:00</updated><category term="lavoro" /><category term="ricami" /><category term="Penelope" /><category term="addii" /><category term="pepe" /><category term="New York" /><category term="punto croce" /><category term="tappe" /><category term="amore" /><category term="gocce di memoria" /><category term="laterza" /><category term="mamma" /><category term="stati uniti" /><category term="apocalittici" /><category term="viaggi" /><category term="ballerine" /><category term="monaco" /><category term="carcere" /><category term="arte" /><category term="recensione" /><category term="cioccolata" /><category term="bambini" /><category term="sesso" /><category term="ristorante" /><category term="ritratti" /><category term="passatempi" /><category term="mamme detenute" /><category term="hobby" /><category term="star treck" /><category term="pigrizia" /><category term="relazioni" /><category term="cuscini" /><category term="torino" /><category term="libro" /><category term="ricordi" /><category term="momenti" /><category term="meteore" /><category term="anno nuovo" /><category term="coppia" /><title>Sesto Potere</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1720</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SestoPotere" /><feedburner:info uri="sestopotere" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBQX48cSp7ImA9WhRUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-1398630878172109401</id><published>2012-01-22T13:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:40:50.079+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T13:40:50.079+01:00</app:edited><title>Le occasioni mancate</title><summary>Ci sono personi che cercano costantemente metodi per avere molto facendo poco. Ebbene ad essi voglio dire: non ne conosco e anche se li conoscessi, non li userei. Perchè quello che non è faticato, sudato, desiderato, non mi attrae nemmeno un po'. Voglio premi per l'impegno e l'ingegno. Mi è capitato diverse volte di dare buone idee, buoni suggerimenti e anche offrire progetti di lavoro a persone </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/1398630878172109401/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=1398630878172109401&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1398630878172109401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1398630878172109401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/g3aZBGn6Kyk/le-occasioni-mancate.html" title="Le occasioni mancate" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AloHBrWt7-k/TxwDzBiSyjI/AAAAAAAAE58/3AUHe-_nZ_I/s72-c/33333333333333333_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-occasioni-mancate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECSHgzfCp7ImA9WhRUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-9164681487604644566</id><published>2012-01-22T13:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:34:29.684+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T13:34:29.684+01:00</app:edited><title>Un mese e mezzo!!!!</title><summary>Mi sono resa conto di trascurare tantissimo il mio piccolo blog!!! Ho i sensi di colpa, questo è il primo post del 2012 e siamo già al 22. Il tempo passa troppo velocemente per i miei gusti, non faccio il tempo a smontare l'albero di Natale che devo già di nuovo tirare fuori gli scatoloni e ho messo un'altra candelina sulla torta e un'altra fialetta di filler sulla fronte :S Ora, non è che io non</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/9164681487604644566/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=9164681487604644566&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/9164681487604644566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/9164681487604644566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/Fc_iWsZIpMI/un-mese-e-mezzo.html" title="Un mese e mezzo!!!!" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5qMQhxB2Tk/TxwCTkyDmUI/AAAAAAAAE5w/KVLorXnAT3o/s72-c/0206_msl_trufflecake_xl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2012/01/un-mese-e-mezzo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBQHk8cSp7ImA9WhRQEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-2328960932098479162</id><published>2011-12-05T17:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:02:31.779+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T18:02:31.779+01:00</app:edited><title>Instabile e impulsiva</title><summary>E' evidente che ogni tanto perdo il controllo del mio umore e delle mie emozioni che in qualche modo si prendono gioco di me. In un momento in cui non so granchè del mio futuro anche le ultime cime si sciolgono e mi portano verso una strana deriva. Ho fatto il mio dovere ma in questo caso non so se sono stata ricompensata. In realtà essendo nata sotto il segno di un tradimento e di un abbandono </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/2328960932098479162/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=2328960932098479162&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/2328960932098479162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/2328960932098479162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/_Eok4X2Lo_c/instabile-e-impulsiva.html" title="Instabile e impulsiva" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/12/instabile-e-impulsiva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DQ30_eCp7ImA9WhRSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-6191335015782281959</id><published>2011-11-22T09:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:51:12.340+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T09:51:12.340+01:00</app:edited><title>L'ultima lacrima</title><summary>Lo diceva anche Carmen Consoli che a me, siciliana e con quella voce così particolare è sempre piaciuta. Il problema è forse che io di lascrime ne ho sempre meno, così con la capacità di emozionarmi e commuovermi. Forse nasciamo con un numero programmato sia di ovuli da fecondare che di lacrime da versare e io le mie temo di averle finite. Ce ne sono state tante anche non versate, che nonostante </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/6191335015782281959/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=6191335015782281959&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/6191335015782281959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/6191335015782281959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/t8uIY8qLARA/lultima-lacrima.html" title="L'ultima lacrima" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oOG4ktAMDQ/TstiehP2SQI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/-yopiKZaqmM/s72-c/139136870_4fadd2f255.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/11/lultima-lacrima.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FSHszfip7ImA9WhRSE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-5554524152488363453</id><published>2011-11-15T09:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:30:19.586+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T09:30:19.586+01:00</app:edited><title>C'è da fare...</title><summary>Ci sono state, e ci sono ancora, diverse cose da fare e altrettante da capire. E' tempo di sistemare, cambiare e assestare. E' tempo di mettere a posto le cose e cominciare qualcosa di nuovo. Mettere a frutto l'esperienza, avere nuovi stimoli, accettare una nuova sfida. Per accelerare bisogna prima rallentare, riprendere fiato. E poi tra poco è Natale e qui lo prendiamo molto sul serio tanto che </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/5554524152488363453/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=5554524152488363453&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/5554524152488363453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/5554524152488363453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/5QVujANmC68/ce-da-fare.html" title="C'è da fare..." /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BF9X9taYCgI/TsIjFVrU0pI/AAAAAAAAE5M/p3sXkjPx6xY/s72-c/il_570xN_249676886.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/11/ce-da-fare.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBQ389eip7ImA9WhdbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-8362601730241478290</id><published>2011-10-08T18:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:50:52.162+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T18:50:52.162+01:00</app:edited><title /><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/8362601730241478290/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=8362601730241478290&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/8362601730241478290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/8362601730241478290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/x5sJIrjKFjY/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDSHY6fyp7ImA9WhdUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-1804318058274086002</id><published>2011-10-02T14:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:49:39.817+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-02T14:49:39.817+01:00</app:edited><title>E se fosse...</title><summary> Ho passato un sacco di tempo a contestarti, a detestarti, a innervosirmi, a non capire perchè non riuscivo a far pace con te. Una situazione scomoda per me che non amo il conflitto e cerco l'armonia. Ho trascorso e sprecato un sacco di tempo, ma negli ultimi tempi, forse, comincio a capire. E' poco più di un dubbio sottile e tagliente, una di quelle verità così lampanti e luminose che anche </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/1804318058274086002/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=1804318058274086002&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1804318058274086002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1804318058274086002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/0gDKG23I-KI/e-se-fosse.html" title="E se fosse..." /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FNYkIuXjkk/TohpzO8oo0I/AAAAAAAAE44/0ugU-2QwD_8/s72-c/il_570xN_181313514.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-se-fosse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGR3k7fCp7ImA9WhdUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-2286292606082964880</id><published>2011-09-26T08:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:30:26.704+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T08:30:26.704+01:00</app:edited><title>Del 'rifarsi una vita'</title><summary>Poche frasi al mondo mi urtano come quella che cita di 'rifarsi una vita' dove, con questa definizione è indicato il trovare un uomo (o una donna) dopo una rottura amorosa, che sia un relazione o un matrimonio. Sancisce, senza appello, la nostra presunta incompletezza, metà di una mela altrimenti scipita. Riparsi una vita significa trovare un altro compagno e ricominciare a fare progetti. Ora, mi</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/2286292606082964880/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=2286292606082964880&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/2286292606082964880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/2286292606082964880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/_6WwymU1Ki8/del-rifarsi-una-vita.html" title="Del 'rifarsi una vita'" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIr_RTA4JcA/ToAqC0ZGITI/AAAAAAAAE4w/q9qn1eOeD08/s72-c/il_570xN_181955712.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/09/del-rifarsi-una-vita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UEQn84cCp7ImA9WhdQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-622523012379740242</id><published>2011-08-19T09:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:06:43.138+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T09:06:43.138+01:00</app:edited><title>La variabile dell'amore ed altre questioni</title><summary>

Le conseguenze delle scelte. Tutto ciò che facciamo ne ha. Anche il silenzio, anche il non fare, il non scegliere, il non comunicare. Su di noi, va da sé, ma anche sugli altri. E' a questo che dobbiamo prestare attenzione. A quello che le nostre scelte provocano alla vita degli altri. Perchè il margine tra la nostra libertà e il danno è molto labile. Non siamo poi così liberi. E', o dovrebbe, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/622523012379740242/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=622523012379740242&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/622523012379740242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/622523012379740242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/W-wdXvjYiow/la-variabile-dellamore-ed-altre.html" title="La variabile dell'amore ed altre questioni" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXZnpv06Y7A/Tk4ZbHejsKI/AAAAAAAAE4o/mFSX1QubdzM/s72-c/il_430xN_115457678.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-variabile-dellamore-ed-altre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GQHo7fip7ImA9WhdQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-6531273150944560040</id><published>2011-08-19T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:00:21.406+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T09:00:21.406+01:00</app:edited><title>Le ore delle donne</title><summary>

Sono quelle poste ai limiti estremi della giornata, spesso di primo mattino, quando respiro dei bambini ancora lieve, la casa immersa in un silenzio sospeso. Le donne in camicia da notte sorseggiano lentamente un caffè appena fatto, e con una mano sistemano fili colorati, spianano tele, scelgono abbinamenti. Sono le ore di libertà che rubiamo alla miriade di impegni che abbiamo scelto ogni </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/6531273150944560040/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=6531273150944560040&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/6531273150944560040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/6531273150944560040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/P5NFdNdvpgU/le-ore-delle-donne.html" title="Le ore delle donne" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvP_vqConsU/Tk4X3kzw_1I/AAAAAAAAE4g/rw36RpV3r6E/s72-c/IMG01784-20110818-1614.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/08/le-ore-delle-donne.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQ3o8cCp7ImA9WhdSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-1616591288853705805</id><published>2011-07-27T09:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:10:22.478+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-27T10:10:22.478+01:00</app:edited><title>Prendi il cliente...per il naso</title><summary> Oggi voglio parlare del marketing multisensoriale e in particolare di una delle più nuove e intriganti frontiere delle tecniche di vendita: il marketing olfattivo. Già da alcuni anni esistono studi che sostengono come odori particolari siano in grado di attrarre e trattenere il cliente sino ad indurlo ad acquistare. Il caso più noto è quello dei negozi di abbigliamento americani Abercrombie &amp; </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/1616591288853705805/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=1616591288853705805&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1616591288853705805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1616591288853705805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/eyDPE8QKnUc/prendi-il-clienteper-il-naso.html" title="Prendi il cliente...per il naso" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cblOdEhQ4yQ/Ti_SsfCpfYI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/pPFWje8PEiI/s72-c/5928073236_38c288057f_z.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/07/prendi-il-clienteper-il-naso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQH87eip7ImA9WhdSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-7679035211470213119</id><published>2011-07-27T09:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:54:11.102+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-27T09:54:11.102+01:00</app:edited><title>Meno crisi, più divorzi</title><summary> Succede che negli Stati Uniti, quando la pressione della crisi si fa meno pesante, gli avvocati comincino a strofinarsi le mani e a spalancare le porte degli studi. Dal 2009 infatti i legali matrimonialisti avevano constatato un crollo nelle richieste di separazioni e divorzi che hanno avuto una impennata del 25% appena la ripresa economica si è affacciata all'orizzonte. Ecco che quindi anche </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/7679035211470213119/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=7679035211470213119&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/7679035211470213119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/7679035211470213119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/TNL0lG9k2gk/meno-crisi-piu-divorzi.html" title="Meno crisi, più divorzi" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7upF9i3R3Lg/Ti_PXMRzR7I/AAAAAAAAE4Q/xSRQiliakf4/s72-c/006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/07/meno-crisi-piu-divorzi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNSXk4eyp7ImA9WhdSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-9050416745590744654</id><published>2011-07-27T09:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:29:58.733+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-27T09:29:58.733+01:00</app:edited><title>Mancata...</title><summary> Ok lo ammetto, non si gestisce così un blog, abbandonandolo per un mese e più, ma ci sono momenti in cui anche Wonder Woman di Roma Nord non ce la fa...Con due libri in scrittura, un lavoro vero, una famiglia, sfizi, amici e diversi Aperol Spritz, rischio di lasciare indietro qualcosa. Ciononostante le visite al blog continuano e mi immagino il disappunto dei miei affezionati che si domandano: </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/9050416745590744654/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=9050416745590744654&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/9050416745590744654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/9050416745590744654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/v5LtHn3WU9Y/mancata.html" title="Mancata..." /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1mJN85HpvI/Ti_K0MKOIqI/AAAAAAAAE4I/Q_nb6Wlhgow/s72-c/cane_opt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/07/mancata.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHR3g5eSp7ImA9WhZaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-5876929902719307897</id><published>2011-06-27T08:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:18:56.621+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T08:18:56.621+01:00</app:edited><title>Coltivare la pazienza</title><summary>Mi sto rendendo conto in questi anni che la vita non è altro che un susseguirsi incessante di rogne e sollievi. O almeno così è la mia e quella di molte persone che conosco. La stabilità è dentro, se ad esempio vivi senza che ti tremino le gambe all'idea della solitudine. Per il resto i fatti ti mettono continuamente alla prova e così le persone. L'amicizia e l'amore sono un continuo compromesso </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/5876929902719307897/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=5876929902719307897&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/5876929902719307897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/5876929902719307897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/AEBsBpYWYbA/coltivare-la-pazienza.html" title="Coltivare la pazienza" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZTnjIO_UCY/Tggu2qsH7TI/AAAAAAAAE3o/0gvqNAnvWas/s72-c/264599_217030735003658_112397672133632_675995_2960135_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/coltivare-la-pazienza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBQHk8eCp7ImA9WhZbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-1537156805964485695</id><published>2011-06-25T11:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:52:31.770+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-25T11:52:31.770+01:00</app:edited><title>La sottile competizione tra amiche</title><summary>Anche le migliori possono cadere nell'errore della competizione. Specialmente se entrambe hanno la stessa età e la stessa condizione di 'singletudine' e allora capita che una pensa all'altra e l'altra pensa...a se stessa. Non sono tutte generose le donne, le più insucure hanno bisogno di credere di essere le più ammirate e desiderate, raccogliere tutti i complimenti, salvo non saper distinguere </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/1537156805964485695/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=1537156805964485695&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1537156805964485695?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1537156805964485695?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/RqiOOHsilW0/la-sottile-competizione-tra-amiche.html" title="La sottile competizione tra amiche" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5KQ74D4qYE/TgW93yTYl-I/AAAAAAAAE3g/gof9Thth2uQ/s72-c/1308241374_5_hCqR_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-sottile-competizione-tra-amiche.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AASXk8fip7ImA9WhZbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-497524693756234828</id><published>2011-06-24T10:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:02:28.776+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T11:02:28.776+01:00</app:edited><title>The "popcorn brain"</title><summary>Elena, il nome è di fantasia, è una giovane trentenne single che lavora in una multinazionale. Dal computer dell'azienda alla possibilità di connettersi in rete e andare su Facebook per mantenere alcuni contatti con gli amici anche durante le ore lavorative. Ma anche al ritorno a casa si connette con il portatile per svariate attività: postare qualche foto, inviare un simpatico tweet, mandare </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/497524693756234828/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=497524693756234828&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/497524693756234828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/497524693756234828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/aKddVg1VnRg/popcorn-brain.html" title="The &quot;popcorn brain&quot;" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3sjIqj7dSM/TgRgmpX5FRI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/iCPYCdFpjSM/s72-c/popcorn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/popcorn-brain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHQXc7fip7ImA9WhZbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-6558581328946392920</id><published>2011-06-17T11:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:10:30.906+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-17T11:10:30.906+01:00</app:edited><title>Lasciatemi sognare...</title><summary> Solo pochi giorni, poche ore, poi tornerò in me, poi tornerò la persona matura che sono e non vi inganni l'abito postato, non sono i fiori d'arancio il mio sogno, ma di essere una principessa si. E una principessa che si rispetti ha un abito voluminoso, l'aria radiosa e gli occhi trasparenti di gioia, proprio come me. Una luce che viene dal profondo, dalla speranza. Alle volte hai bisogno di una</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/6558581328946392920/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=6558581328946392920&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/6558581328946392920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/6558581328946392920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/cAyDyMDFvMs/lasciatemi-sognare.html" title="Lasciatemi sognare..." /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSFZ-QA-GTQ/TfsmsTtQu-I/AAAAAAAAE3I/ZjLcb-A8_8k/s72-c/Vera-Wang-2011-Vestido-largo-violeta-en-organza-y-seda-satinada-corte-princesa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/lasciatemi-sognare.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHSHk5eip7ImA9WhZbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-8014411330183077172</id><published>2011-06-16T08:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:18:59.722+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T08:18:59.722+01:00</app:edited><title>Sempre più...libellula</title><summary> Il che non vuol dire 'farfallona' ma 'leggera'. Mai stata in vita mia peraltro, sempre un macigno di pensieri, parole e opere. Invece ora, ormai sicura di me, posso svolazzare e creare cose nuove. Stabilizzata emotivamente e psicologicamente posso volare. Niente mi assomiglia come la libellula in questi anni. Poch che cresce e io che affronto le cose con un sorriso e la dolcezza, io che lascio </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/8014411330183077172/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=8014411330183077172&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/8014411330183077172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/8014411330183077172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/h3p89Rvlrps/sempre-piulibellula.html" title="Sempre più...libellula" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzQ8np3Bf94/TfmtT7_a5sI/AAAAAAAAE3A/W3igTxmp8PE/s72-c/il_570xN_228997628.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/sempre-piulibellula.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGQXs8eCp7ImA9WhZbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-69651216395091599</id><published>2011-06-16T08:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:13:40.570+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T08:13:40.570+01:00</app:edited><title>Senza etichette</title><summary> Senza etichette nè definizioni, è la prima volta che in 40 anni riesco ad evitare di definire le cose ed ha un sapore nuovo, di grande libertà. Io la rigida, io l'implacabile, io l'integralista dei sentimenti. Eppur, probabilmente, si cresce ed ora va così, senza una meta precisa, senza un progetto, navigare a vista il che non significa senza un sentimento profondo. Libertà assoluta di gestirsi,</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/69651216395091599/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=69651216395091599&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/69651216395091599?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/69651216395091599?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/TKiC1sHsr1w/senza-etichette.html" title="Senza etichette" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiemDHUv0IE/TfmsNg5OeGI/AAAAAAAAE24/7QMLYMsCKKk/s72-c/il_570xN_247577655.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/senza-etichette.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNR34zeCp7ImA9WhZUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-573373288192820162</id><published>2011-06-07T10:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:51:36.080+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T10:51:36.080+01:00</app:edited><title>Stati Uniti: una nazione medicalizzata</title><summary>Per Alessandra il tutto è cominciato con un'insonnia. Nel 93 aveva problemi di coppia e il suo matrimonio non andava fatto bene. L'ansia la assaliva la notte così il suo medico di base le prescrisse delle pillole per dormire, i farmaci funzionavano benissimo Alessandra si sentiva rilassata e dormiva molto meglio, ma dopo alcune settimane iniziarono a insorgere nuovi sintomi. Inizialmente si </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/573373288192820162/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=573373288192820162&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/573373288192820162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/573373288192820162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/jQXM4oMwPzw/stati-uniti-una-nazione-medicalizzata.html" title="Stati Uniti: una nazione medicalizzata" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PhoSK6Ol9s/Te3zOVE0yoI/AAAAAAAAE2w/f_bn0lbprwg/s72-c/115648215-e9c741f1-0174-49dd-8b8b-3b00d45ec777.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/stati-uniti-una-nazione-medicalizzata.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDRHg4eSp7ImA9WhZUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-3251675237213028920</id><published>2011-06-02T11:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:37:55.631+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-02T11:37:55.631+01:00</app:edited><title>Cervello di riserva o 'della riserva cognitiva'</title><summary>Oggi vi voglio raccontare la storia di Suor Bernadette, che faceva parte di una ricerca effettuata da David Snowdon dell'Università del Kentuky nel 1986. In questo progetto di ricerca le suore appartenenti al convento delle School of Sisters of Notre Dame erano periodicamente sottoposte a dei test mentali, come ad esempio quanti animali riuscivano a ricordare in un minuto, quante monete contavano</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/3251675237213028920/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=3251675237213028920&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/3251675237213028920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/3251675237213028920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/0HrSDdPNU3s/cervello-di-riserva-o-della-riserva.html" title="Cervello di riserva o 'della riserva cognitiva'" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY0ZQKHQY2o/TednzdfUjJI/AAAAAAAAE2k/rc_uvQwx_AA/s72-c/vg2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/cervello-di-riserva-o-della-riserva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDSH85cCp7ImA9WhZUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-2268095704120310345</id><published>2011-06-02T09:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:49:39.128+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-02T10:49:39.128+01:00</app:edited><title>Due cervelli is meglio che uno...</title><summary> Si chiama 'bilateralizzazione' ed è una delle più affascinanti scoperte del cervello adulto, di mezza età. Dopo decenni in cui si credeva che il cervello di mezza età fosse condannato ad un innarestabile declino, le più moderne ricerche e indagini di imaging cerebrale hanno dimostrato che le cose non sono affatto così. Lo spiega Barbara Strauch nel suo libro "I tuoi anni migliori devono ancora </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/2268095704120310345/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=2268095704120310345&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/2268095704120310345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/2268095704120310345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/HyigVos1A2Q/due-cervelli-is-meglio-che-uno.html" title="Due cervelli is meglio che uno..." /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDCXXAvFUGc/TedSiE4Kn8I/AAAAAAAAE2c/OZu_yqvNR7c/s72-c/dimensione-cervello.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/due-cervelli-is-meglio-che-uno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NQHg5eCp7ImA9WhZUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-7288717953672734217</id><published>2011-06-02T09:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:39:51.620+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-02T09:39:51.620+01:00</app:edited><title>La notte ti fa bella</title><summary> Che una buona notte di sonno con le ore giuste facessero apparire più sani, in forma, attenti e ristorati si sapeva, ma i ricercatori del Karolinska Institute hanno fatto di più e hanno cercato conferma con uno studio scientifico. Non solo dormire abbastanza fa bene all'umore e alle prestazioni cognitive ma è il più economico ed efficace trattamento di bellezza. Hanno quindi arruolato 23 tra </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/7288717953672734217/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=7288717953672734217&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/7288717953672734217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/7288717953672734217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/4SGFhtG_q9s/la-notte-ti-fa-bella.html" title="La notte ti fa bella" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UjKIh-AXho/TedKPbZLMHI/AAAAAAAAE2U/jnMW4L-fgsU/s72-c/de-lempicka-donna_dorme.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-notte-ti-fa-bella.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQ3k9fip7ImA9WhZVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-7112055387086907364</id><published>2011-05-31T10:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:04:52.766+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-31T11:04:52.766+01:00</app:edited><title>Un 'movimento' pericoloso</title><summary> Ai giovani piace il rischio e hanno endemicamente una minore percezione del pericolo. Oltre alla mancanza di informazione sull'HIV di cui non parla più nessuno, e alla nuova epidemia di malattie sessuali come la gonorrea, si aggiungono tutte le MTS che in un'epoca di grande libertà dei costumi non fanno che proliferare. Per questo apprendere dell'esistenza di un movimento 'no condom' è quanto </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/7112055387086907364/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=7112055387086907364&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/7112055387086907364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/7112055387086907364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/Mvrik6_FR9M/un-movimento-pericoloso.html" title="Un 'movimento' pericoloso" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykBN9I5Vc74/TeS7sfAeXNI/AAAAAAAAE2M/qOUfqw_Gu34/s72-c/condom-6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-movimento-pericoloso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINR3wyeip7ImA9WhZVFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978735428214453610.post-1402008499014736793</id><published>2011-05-29T09:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:26:36.292+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-29T09:26:36.292+01:00</app:edited><title>Derive...cosmetiche: si trucca anche lui</title><summary>Dopo aver postato su Facebook la mia indignazione relativa al fatto che anche gli uomini fanno la ceretta all'inguine ho scoperto che la deriva cosmetica maschile continua inesorabile. Sono state infatti create linee di mascara maschile con matita occhi per approfondire lo sguardo e copriocchiaie, saloni di bellezza specializzati dove lui può fare mani e piedi, smalti sbiancanti e naturali, anche</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/feeds/1402008499014736793/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978735428214453610&amp;postID=1402008499014736793&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1402008499014736793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978735428214453610/posts/default/1402008499014736793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SestoPotere/~3/viJUsOJ3hGQ/derivecosmetiche-si-trucca-anche-lui.html" title="Derive...cosmetiche: si trucca anche lui" /><author><name>MissPurple</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSmoliMyONM/TeIBrDmtxnI/AAAAAAAAE2E/UCHdIg2MHW0/s72-c/632689970.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sestopotere.blogspot.com/2011/05/derivecosmetiche-si-trucca-anche-lui.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

