<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603</id><updated>2026-02-14T21:14:50.072+01:00</updated><category term="Fantasmi"/><category term="Storie e Leggende"/><category term="Italia"/><category term="Castelli infestati"/><category term="Lombardia"/><category term="Lazio"/><category term="Emilia Romagna"/><category term="Veneto"/><category term="Podcast"/><category term="Toscana"/><category term="Puglia"/><category term="Ville maledette"/><category term="Liguria"/><category term="Borghi misteriosi"/><category term="Sicilia"/><category term="Campania"/><category term="Umbria"/><category term="Friuli Venezia Giulia"/><category term="Misteri Rosso Sangue"/><category term="Piemonte"/><category term="Basilicata"/><category term="Oggetti misteriosi"/><category term="Piccoli Misteri"/><category term="Leggende Metropolitane"/><category term="Marche"/><category term="Trentino Alto Adige"/><category term="Valle d&#39;Aosta"/><category term="Abruzzo"/><category term="Calabria"/><category term="Europa"/><category term="Sardegna"/><category term="Strade perdute"/><category term="Luoghi maledetti"/><category term="Speciale"/><category term="Streghe"/><category term="America"/><category term="Itinerari"/><category term="Scozia"/><category term="Australia"/><category term="Germania"/><category term="Inghilterra"/><category term="La Versione del Lupo"/><category term="Molise"/><category term="Personaggi Meledetti"/><title type='text'>Storie Inspiegabili</title><subtitle type='html'>Storie e leggende che ti toglieranno il fiato</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5096460698848272896</id><published>2025-09-08T10:00:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2025-09-08T10:00:00.110+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lazio"/><title type='text'>Il Cavaliere Inginocchiato: il fantasma del Castello di Santa Severa</title><summary type="text">Cominciò tutto con un colpo secco. Un bussare sommesso, ostinato, proveniente da una porta che non avrebbe dovuto esistere. E da lì, il silenzio cominciò a farsi più pesante.

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Il Castello di Santa Severa si </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5096460698848272896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/09/fantasma-castello-santa-severa-leggende-misteri.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5096460698848272896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5096460698848272896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/09/fantasma-castello-santa-severa-leggende-misteri.html' title='Il Cavaliere Inginocchiato: il fantasma del Castello di Santa Severa'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4V9kq_l4cI1tHaEbeJmOYA4Dzt8f2lq3EeDnPS7HZiUXgV9Fr62A3CmCsYs5b0XtEhqxpITIMhyphenhyphenCMMUtRhhx1fjMM_ti1lkzelBeGXQt5LOzgFiXFX_FPFp18fZp4iIjCehib-VseMCZsPxye7p7lGAGfAS2-BUP1zUoE9btukh2DepUXAVotndSpYU/s72-c/fantasma-castello-santa-severa.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>00058 Santa Severa RM, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.0263126 11.9483357</georss:point><georss:box>13.716078763821152 -23.2079143 70.33654643617885 47.1045857</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5494596690085716509</id><published>2025-09-01T10:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2025-09-01T10:00:00.115+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Puglia"/><title type='text'>Il fantasma della Dama Bianca di Trani: la leggenda del libro che si apre da solo a Palazzo Broquier</title><summary type="text">Nel cuore del centro storico di Trani, a pochi passi dalla Cattedrale affacciata sul mare, sorge uno degli edifici più affascinanti e misteriosi della città: Palazzo Broquier. Dietro la sua elegante facciata in pietra si cela una leggenda che, da anni, si tramanda di voce in voce, senza mai trovare conferma né smentita. Una storia fatta di silenzi, di presenze appena percepibili, e di un gesto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5494596690085716509/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/07/fantasma-dama-bianca-palazzo-broquier-trani.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5494596690085716509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5494596690085716509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/07/fantasma-dama-bianca-palazzo-broquier-trani.html' title='Il fantasma della Dama Bianca di Trani: la leggenda del libro che si apre da solo a Palazzo Broquier'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEaBtx5b0Bc2Zl0G-Xac_WenB3zB_KjhkkEHzIHeqLKG0K28j8lXavLDJVPdxwOvNkpE0uWyvQoHqqxxIrHgeE1fotV7S69ME9K-18A6VwOUKBvLIpWbH_Rl7Fc-oFHopblOLdO58vD-O0eUeMKFYkNbiePMHHHViuesrhLcmOSMJMVEiPqap0rJtXRY/s72-c/dama-bianca-palazzo-broquier-trani.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Via Giovanni Beltrani, 76125 Trani BT, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.2810134 16.4171147</georss:point><georss:box>12.970779563821154 -18.7391353 69.591247236178845 51.5733647</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-1431592689065294357</id><published>2025-04-07T10:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2025-04-07T10:00:00.130+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lazio"/><title type='text'>L&#39;ombra di Filippo a Campo de Fiori</title><summary type="text">Certe notti, quando la nebbia si insinua tra i vicoli e il vento spira freddo su Roma, Campo de’ Fiori cambia volto. Le voci dei turisti si affievoliscono, le ombre si allungano sulle pietre antiche, e chi si trova a passare sente un brivido scendere lungo la schiena. Dicono che sia solo suggestione, ma chi conosce la storia, chi ha osato sussurrare il nome proibito, giura che non è così.Si </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/1431592689065294357/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/04/lombra-di-filippo-campo-de-fiori.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/1431592689065294357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/1431592689065294357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/04/lombra-di-filippo-campo-de-fiori.html' title='L&#39;ombra di Filippo a Campo de Fiori'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Yu4A9oObz44nc8IZpQMSBuQFEp-diezq5LCpWCatw0RqydsZQtY7529hncWvdv-imvwJeECPGS9ptz2P_avQXn4EWmDwyDMtVOcD4jUeNhXgJh0FLZ4fgoUOEyiGQZi-IwHSzwydM7WZjkiGF3mhqC3zKKBB0gdyLoe9tNLMS_hzuHBWyKp37vLqGmI/s72-c/L&#39;ombra%20di%20Filippo%20a%20Campo%20de%20Fiori.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Campo de&#39; Fiori, 00186 Roma RM, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.8956045 12.4721757</georss:point><georss:box>13.585370663821152 -22.6840743 70.205838336178843 47.6284257</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-8871646098157891786</id><published>2025-03-31T10:00:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2025-03-31T10:00:00.117+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lazio"/><title type='text'>Il sussurro del Liri</title><summary type="text">C&#39;è qualcosa che non si spiega, qualcosa che sfugge alla logica e si insinua nei sussurri della notte. Isola del Liri, con la sua cascata spettacolare e il Castello Boncompagni Viscogliosi, sembra uscita da una fiaba. Ma le fiabe, si sa, nascondono sempre un lato oscuro. E qui, dietro le mura imponenti del castello, nel fragore delle acque che cadono, c&#39;è chi giura di aver sentito voci, visto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/8871646098157891786/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/03/il-sussurro-del-liri.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/8871646098157891786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/8871646098157891786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/03/il-sussurro-del-liri.html' title='Il sussurro del Liri'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeyF9JFjcOrgyqY6pfqoJx3-Cxf1Nv9N6BgGZ5EoIhyphenhyphenOLEny3NSBsA3g2Jttkq9pvD3ORHvzTj6E38BY4kuxW0UBTwFyZxcDlr2JpkhtkcGQJ0x18Q616ZcJ9nXs2tRVRDNB1x70qQOyZS95f0Wyt-bbWP5x6RMa3jpkqfNxUiLcHzsHALuSvX29r6uI/s72-c/Il%20sussurro%20del%20Liri.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>03036 Isola del Liri FR, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.6771631 13.574893</georss:point><georss:box>13.366929263821156 -21.581357 69.98739693617884 48.731143</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-3766445856667871582</id><published>2025-03-24T10:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2025-03-24T10:00:00.232+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Basilicata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><title type='text'>Il cavallo senza testa di Craco</title><summary type="text">Ci sono posti che sembrano dimenticati dal tempo. Luoghi in cui il vento soffia tra le case abbandonate, insinuandosi nei vicoli deserti, portando con sé sussurri di storie mai dimenticate. Craco è uno di quei posti. Un borgo fantasma, un paese di pietra sospeso tra la storia e la leggenda, dove ogni angolo sembra custodire un segreto.Nel cuore della Basilicata, Craco si erge su una collina a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/3766445856667871582/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/03/il-cavallo-senza-testa-di-craco.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/3766445856667871582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/3766445856667871582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/03/il-cavallo-senza-testa-di-craco.html' title='Il cavallo senza testa di Craco'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2NwjhmkKfLgG0mxcfJROAmIIC9xBsK8RFchj5PM-a8X2NXiOhjuVc7GCPjXxICa6zfN1QbOBN2KGsi3ruCjv_BrgOsGwRYyDZP410ykNZp5WtCw6Q8xp169nZo8h9TMasaHOlb9XZ1uU7TXSvl592Xn_xsnM-cvMQ9NulP7mW9dWLKAoYWL3V6z7tuc/s72-c/Il%20cavallo%20senza%20testa%20di%20Craco.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>75010 Craco MT, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.3813706 16.4345756</georss:point><georss:box>12.071136763821151 -18.7216744 68.691604436178835 51.5908256</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-378551561174919438</id><published>2025-03-20T09:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2025-03-20T09:54:44.206+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friuli Venezia Giulia"/><title type='text'>La Maledizione di Miramare</title><summary type="text">Il Castello di Miramare si erge sul promontorio di Grignano, il suo marmo candido riflette la luce, un sogno di pietra sospeso sul mare di Trieste, ma dietro la bellezza si cela l’ombra della tragedia. Qui vissero Massimiliano d’Asburgo e sua moglie Carlotta, uniti dall’amore e divisi dal destino: lui, fucilato in Messico, lei, impazzita dal dolore. E prima di lasciare il castello un anatema che </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/378551561174919438/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/03/la-maledizione-di-miramare.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/378551561174919438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/378551561174919438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/03/la-maledizione-di-miramare.html' title='La Maledizione di Miramare'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJwouyTrSu1ygv3TD_GHlf6F50udkICnrdAr4G94j0TO9QLYBkQKw8_o3stjA-C15alpyFXfWzUMi_jAKtziPtBI8tbZe-rWv5-XUWzk1yxN8L5vs3VFZ1QeEZVP1KLZQuKJxZQfn64i3nVfwZtRMC-meutlv5tgwchZIGRL7t8wNxBhXOgYt4wVBxjo/s72-c/La%20Maledizione%20di%20Miramare.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>34151 Grignano TS, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.7061268 13.7161918</georss:point><georss:box>21.1967756589398 -21.4400582 70.2154779410602 48.872441800000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-642890813005038584</id><published>2025-02-24T10:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2025-02-24T10:00:00.116+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emilia Romagna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>Il destino dei due fiumi</title><summary type="text">C’è un monte avvolto dalle nebbie, un luogo dove la realtà si confonde con le leggende, si chiamava Fumaiolo, e nessun uomo osava scalarlo per paura di scomparire tra i suoi vapori eterni. Un tempo si diceva che creature misteriose lo abitassero, e che solo loro potessero comprendere i segreti nascosti tra le sue rocce. Ma un giorno, dal ventre della montagna, nacquero due fiumi gemelli, ciascuno</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/642890813005038584/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/02/il-destino-dei-due-fiumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/642890813005038584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/642890813005038584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/02/il-destino-dei-due-fiumi.html' title='Il destino dei due fiumi'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMddbbHsdsvj17zMdKH8BZTlYWNyYynfWLJglOU4AlXpqI6yMhMRMV0ThTdMftxM5tUFEmhF7RTV0gSKsHa0zkr_lxxOiMp-GrBI4aRYA8y3V0r4jJ7wD46FX8CMG0Bd-15UwBTbMJfyMQ4685sgbXp5YvDTHwADxn69TtGMpt_FPMWwfccnobq-NhUJs/s72-c/Il%20destino%20dei%20due%20fiumi.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>monte Fumaiolo, cima, 47028 Verghereto FC, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.7881666 12.0701337</georss:point><georss:box>15.477932763821151 -23.0861163 72.098400436178849 47.2263837</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5591520970884108487</id><published>2025-02-17T10:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2025-02-17T10:00:00.231+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emilia Romagna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><title type='text'>L’Eco di Maria Costanza</title><summary type="text">Ogni pietra ha una storia, ogni muro sussurra segreti, ma ci sono luoghi dove il tempo sembra essersi fermato, dove l’eco delle vite passate risuona ancora nei corridoi e tra le mura. La Rocca Sanvitale di Fontanellato, con i suoi affreschi e i suoi specchi, conserva una memoria che va oltre l’arte e la storia: custodisce un mistero, una presenza. Una bambina che non se n&#39;è mai andata.Era il 1124</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5591520970884108487/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/02/leco-di-maria-costanza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5591520970884108487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5591520970884108487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/02/leco-di-maria-costanza.html' title='L’Eco di Maria Costanza'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbgXq_5hSE4LETIdvS2RxyJfwAEE2xv1Hs2SwUsXkaTKeralwomG_tvpqFaFz_C_xLd-om8eo9lzVpw22dNsbHqIzl3BJjb20qP7WCCw0F4vfrvKSXaaAHHiQinrntljjZbms9k-oq741ghOtcDAOxc6rnicPi0Kmi3uv5Dnnkuv3aKOcRH05noTZOGA/s72-c/L%E2%80%99Eco%20di%20Maria%20Costanza.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Piazza Giacomo Matteotti, 1, 43012 Fontanellato PR, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.8828179 10.1725902</georss:point><georss:box>16.572584063821154 -24.983659799999998 73.193051736178845 45.3288402</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-2737082979210735308</id><published>2025-02-03T10:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2025-02-03T10:00:00.334+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piemonte"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Streghe"/><title type='text'>L’ultima notte della Strìa</title><summary type="text">C’è un’effigie su pietra a Varallo in memoria della Strìa Gatina, una donna trucidata a Cervarolo di Varallo nel gennaio del 1828. La storia di Margherita Guglielmina de Gaudenzi è quella di una donna sola, povera e malvista, circondata da pregiudizi e superstizioni. Il suo aspetto cupo e il carattere difficile la rendevano oggetto di scherno e sospetto, e il suo destino prese una piega tragica. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/2737082979210735308/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/02/lultima-notte-della-stria.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/2737082979210735308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/2737082979210735308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/02/lultima-notte-della-stria.html' title='L’ultima notte della Strìa'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMxOzntum6BcOCHRZiPvSeOCcx1q_fAsUzRQQtxycaxKFpho9XF-sKqhDoorTPnM53mZS7PLafaLjXMby-zQE8iM0CUmvdgFjSd3j0i6qeJ-zJN9Wd8srVgS1kSHeKLlLAfYW4I13xBHD80sjkCZ0xZz6fZNZB3BdBSTca4n3HrBka3so7EGM-ALR5Qg/s72-c/L%E2%80%99ultima%20notte%20della%20Str%C3%ACa.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Varallo VC, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.8144712 8.2543505</georss:point><georss:box>17.504237363821154 -26.9018995 74.124705036178852 43.4106005</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5546041620830943376</id><published>2025-01-27T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2025-01-27T10:00:00.326+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Puglia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Streghe"/><title type='text'>L’arco delle Streghe</title><summary type="text">A Bari Vecchia, tra vicoli tortuosi e archi medievali, si cela un luogo che il tempo sembra aver dimenticato: l&#39;Arco delle Streghe. Corte Cavallerizza, uno stretto passaggio che unisce la Cattedrale al Castello Svevo, custodisce storie di magia nera e sortilegi. Cosa accadeva sotto quell’arco gotico? Quali segreti celano le mura di Bari Vecchia? Oggi, il luogo appare tranquillo, quasi anonimo, ma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5546041620830943376/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/01/larco-delle-streghe.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5546041620830943376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5546041620830943376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/01/larco-delle-streghe.html' title='L’arco delle Streghe'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyBrMy9P4e3pTeHYOzESHwsM2T7-PXZd2gIBKUEOMMXPJu-G34xWLlXwY4ehW0OZVx_AMJy0lPPmcMVQx_qicUekSKmI5yuqXCXIUcttYg4G5dzCPtkHE_FFygQJP1ifxkrZYoNJjOOQI0ifc1i7u0n_xe8ioBor4uhFP-pFFwAIuKVUaSzKGu8NR1Ok/s72-c/L%E2%80%99arco%20delle%20Streghe.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bari BA, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.1171432 16.8718715</georss:point><georss:box>12.806909363821156 -18.2843785 69.427377036178854 52.0281215</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5123702175827879521</id><published>2025-01-20T10:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2025-01-20T10:00:00.115+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marche"/><title type='text'>Il fantasma di Palazzo Ducale</title><summary type="text">C&#39;è un luogo, nel cuore delle Marche, dove il tempo sembra essersi fermato, le pietre, i cortili, le facciate eleganti raccontano storie di potere e di cultura, ma se ti soffermi a osservare oltre le ombre della notte, potresti cogliere qualcosa di più. Il Palazzo Ducale di Urbino, simbolo magnifico del Rinascimento italiano, non custodisce solo opere d&#39;arte e testimonianze storiche, ma tra le </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5123702175827879521/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/01/il-fantasma-di-palazzo-ducale.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5123702175827879521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5123702175827879521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/01/il-fantasma-di-palazzo-ducale.html' title='Il fantasma di Palazzo Ducale'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-YUVaDXlzvHMDS3QPQ2Uts8mSHORseYyUBqBbrfXc1Y6GHj_lMicgHkXGujgArDqMQHU5Xh7iHhGGYscFpK2faEri4yT7t5inUNsKgjFBZJo_eHvwPnLgzbrZjFvVCpaMoGe1_CTOCMuZ8bU7T-Vwy8WWZV6dRbaEPUHSlnLd9RxT7zO6P6_uoTB1_0/s72-w640-h536-c/Il%20fantasma%20di%20Palazzo%20Ducale.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Piazza Rinascimento, 13, 61029 Urbino PU, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.7243436 12.6364709</georss:point><georss:box>15.414109763821152 -22.5197791 72.034577436178836 47.7927209</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-3359584121807903959</id><published>2025-01-13T10:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2025-01-13T10:00:00.128+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Campania"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>La sposa infelice di Capodimonte</title><summary type="text">C&#39;è un silenzio strano nelle sere di primavera a Napoli. Un silenzio che, in certi angoli della città, sembra quasi sospeso, come se qualcosa di invisibile trattenesse il fiato. Uno di questi luoghi è la Basilica dell’Incoronata Madre del Buon Consiglio, che i napoletani chiamano con affetto “La Piccola San Pietro”. Di giorno, la chiesa domina con maestosità Capodimonte, il quartiere che si </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/3359584121807903959/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/01/la-sposa-infelice-di-capodimonte.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/3359584121807903959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/3359584121807903959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2025/01/la-sposa-infelice-di-capodimonte.html' title='La sposa infelice di Capodimonte'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96MMR4qAa8vtmtoGZHLjrhs6TE2KN2l-FxfLc7L2sMvZcRnP7UF1Vzdr5VMHWw2_UuzVMbxL1juaKxyZRNstA2FyTEi9AwdIHLuIHo1RDLOt4fCXq7QCVyt8Fp04B-UHqtDefDHR2C_ZewuV7N9PR1imPLYfDKPUYsdpJb0kvKjnLvfdfQ37oSKEhW9E/s72-c/La%20sposa%20infelice%20di%20Capodimonte.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Capodimonte, 80131 Napoli NA, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.872624599999988 14.2461348</georss:point><georss:box>12.562390763821142 -20.9101152 69.182858436178833 49.4023848</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-1861920129504177743</id><published>2025-01-06T10:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2025-01-06T10:00:00.222+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emilia Romagna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><title type='text'>Aloisa, la sposa tradita di Grazzano Visconti</title><summary type="text">C&#39;è un borgo che chi lo visita, non lo dimentica facilmente, un luogo dove passato e leggenda si intrecciano come i rami di un&#39;antica quercia nel cuore della notte. Grazzano Visconti, con le sue torri medioevali e le sue strade acciottolate, è sospeso in un&#39;epoca che non è mai esistita davvero, eppure anche qui ogni pietra ha una storia da raccontare. E una, in particolare, continua a sussurrare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/1861920129504177743/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/aloisa-la-sposa-tradita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/1861920129504177743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/1861920129504177743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/aloisa-la-sposa-tradita.html' title='Aloisa, la sposa tradita di Grazzano Visconti'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXuz090w004w7ZEf8XMKr1ykDbNHsaem7JsVpBlVMiKCXv5Pnbb6q-BW-i0Fluk950Vk0MdC07sghqDHzPc_CrUkYhvyL5o_wuPpAOlaqoRZ7plM8qpIIQZYgWuN1wBJWQ6Bhxpz_33EnrXUFfXyCpt5HrXmEfwFr9AfziLPxS5B5qVrJ_j5oMx_LtRA/s72-c/Aloisa,%20la%20sposa%20tradita%20di%20Grazzano%20Visconti.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>29020 Grazzano Visconti PC, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9338243 9.6762328999999987</georss:point><georss:box>16.623590463821152 -25.4800171 73.244058136178836 44.8324829</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5160570391099358065</id><published>2024-12-30T10:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2024-12-30T10:00:00.112+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lombardia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>Il grido dalla bara</title><summary type="text">Uno dei peggiori incubi che da sempre tormenta uomini e donne è quello di risvegliarsi in una tomba. Il pensiero di aprire gli occhi nel buio più assoluto, con il respiro soffocato e la consapevolezza che ogni tentativo di liberarsi è vano, ha generato racconti e leggende in ogni epoca e cultura. È un terrore universale, che abbiamo esplorato anche quando vi abbiamo raccontato la storia di Bloody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5160570391099358065/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/il-grido-dalla-bara.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5160570391099358065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5160570391099358065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/il-grido-dalla-bara.html' title='Il grido dalla bara'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZsLmfltWTzDnZ36yWygAAOA8AvLZtHnWrn2knnS4PAkp7ePmpZxupMXr9XmKJ5Eq-YpVTUBPOsiq_7EIeiOko-l-EdV3izFyEhKoenBpRdyNEWNPgNwtmzcZ2n_quL98vIszU6I2-UMz9oALELPHtzMvpPPpy0AbutYfJu-EuvS8lTu9nUBIhmThPFc/s72-c/Il%20grido%20dalla%20bara.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Malgrate LC, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.848863 9.3743679999999987</georss:point><georss:box>17.538629163821156 -25.781882000000003 74.159096836178847 44.530618</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-8088681373146716422</id><published>2024-12-16T10:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2024-12-16T10:00:00.110+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Toscana"/><title type='text'>L’ascia e lo scudo: il segreto della fondazione di Asciano</title><summary type="text">Nel cuore delle Crete Senesi, tra colline che sembrano onde pietrificate e silenzi che raccontano storie antiche, c’è un borgo il cui nome risuona come un enigma: Asciano. Un nome che evoca leggende e misteri, un luogo dove la storia si confonde con il mito e dove, ancora oggi, si sussurrano vicende straordinarie.C’erano due fratelli, figli di un dio, nati da una tragedia, erano Senio e Aschio, i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/8088681373146716422/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-mito-della-fondazione-di-asciano.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/8088681373146716422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/8088681373146716422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-mito-della-fondazione-di-asciano.html' title='L’ascia e lo scudo: il segreto della fondazione di Asciano'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Vg-KHZIH6Zdn7ROdb-r9__F3Jmv6wwBdLmWoID88F5py75fjiXVsHpEcxEizVJDSN0Xqe0c5EF89B8hcwsxiBbVEA1B3aUvx7aEZpSBSMkrsj3nnV5Nw1KU3U2bLwhnL4zQLSSU3fPoW2cAGQUGk5UdyRc_KdWgFGyyn1ShO5H4WMTpLl25jJnv1xa4/s72-c/L%E2%80%99ascia%20e%20lo%20scudo%20il%20segreto%20della%20fondazione%20di%20Asciano.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>53041 Asciano SI, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.2340001 11.5607421</georss:point><georss:box>14.923766263821157 -23.5955079 71.544233936178841 46.7169921</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-8847452675930608483</id><published>2024-12-09T10:00:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2024-12-09T10:00:00.119+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sardegna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>La Regina di pietra</title><summary type="text">In Italia&amp;nbsp; ogni angolo nasconde una storia. Non importa quanto piccolo o remoto sia un luogo: c&#39;è sempre qualcosa di strano, misterioso, a volte inspiegabile, che aspetta solo di essere raccontato. Spesso sono i paesi meno conosciuti a custodire i segreti più affascinanti, le leggende più oscure, come Laconi, un piccolo borgo nel cuore della Sardegna. Tra le sue colline c&#39;è una roccia che </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/8847452675930608483/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/la-regina-di-pietra.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/8847452675930608483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/8847452675930608483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/la-regina-di-pietra.html' title='La Regina di pietra'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5R3OEaIWestllPEGGLjNQ4gNgN5F2qE7sL1lz7NRrlZYuTxFbP6rmZGmKdakcWvROp2FymzrTHidyWptpxBGzWkTO7I-SlYOPANx_odZA6R3etlbzIxdzxQ4YSqh2Vbd_AEMk8Ql7zYUCliqWUF6V5wxt8bxBPBQnqlRs6wpvox-6fCjHMrPwsS9tZgY/s72-c/La%20Regina%20di%20Pietra.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>08034 Laconi OR, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.8528628 9.0514803999999991</georss:point><georss:box>11.542628963821151 -26.1047696 68.163096636178835 44.2077304</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5650005409809583274</id><published>2024-12-02T10:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2024-12-02T10:00:00.121+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liguria"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>Il segreto delle Bocche delle Streghe</title><summary type="text">Nelle antiche terre della Liguria, dove i monti incontrano il mare e le foreste sussurrano storie dimenticate, esiste un racconto che pochi osano ripetere. Una storia intrisa di mistero e paura, dove le ombre delle streghe si allungano nei vicoli nascosti dei villaggi e nei boschi silenziosi. Tra le montagne e le grotte oscure, dove il vento porta con sé voci sottili e risate maligne, si narra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5650005409809583274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/il-segreto-delle-bocche-delle-streghe.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5650005409809583274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5650005409809583274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/12/il-segreto-delle-bocche-delle-streghe.html' title='Il segreto delle Bocche delle Streghe'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDovLtQtlWQSassSpk50BUEibMYhNfFE2JJeYTU7AWIIRJ5qTVy31wIpq_wGUc8V7Px52xJARLRjyVK1wqt-BDpKF2o1Ofrsq1BfGMIXOe1tY_yJEVLqcWPYxPn2OF7sQstOcKAPpNTq6bxUG3OGT-bV05XrodlR51k1kHn80UpWAcH4MKl5wj4Y-wv9g/s72-c/Il%20segreto%20delle%20Bocche%20delle%20Streghe.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Liguria, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.419658 8.5281612999999989</georss:point><georss:box>16.109424163821153 -26.6280887 72.729891836178837 43.6844113</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-6538024968019013905</id><published>2024-11-25T10:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2024-11-25T10:00:00.127+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valle d&#39;Aosta"/><title type='text'>Il cerchio delle ombre</title><summary type="text">La montagna, con le sue vette scoscese e le vallate avvolte dal silenzio, nasconde segreti che il tempo ha sigillato sotto strati di neve e leggenda. Non è solo uno scenario per avventure alpinistiche o rifugio per chi cerca la pace tra i boschi; è un luogo intriso di storie oscure, di enigmi antichi quanto la terra stessa e tra queste storie, se ne nasconde una che ha attirato chiunque abbia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/6538024968019013905/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-cerchio-delle-ombre.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/6538024968019013905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/6538024968019013905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-cerchio-delle-ombre.html' title='Il cerchio delle ombre'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpuxW4dNYJVJpWPYzKhzCgmRJ3OJaJi5IqvNkK2ALBaz5ettkD3AaFCvaoXfqFXzU9mOxDKyqCfhGRmmFaQ6G4ZN6nOFixltF6jYOYECGR8JrFkzprHRsazgA5pPe327aFedvD4omWcTKad4frZVTwrjdsHvWIEpt88nD6vZyfDR5dVTRXrqWMpco500/s72-c/Il%20cerchio%20delle%20ombre.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>11016 La Thuile AO, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.7169213 6.9487082</georss:point><georss:box>17.406687463821157 -28.2075418 74.027155136178848 42.1049582</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-810791056009581675</id><published>2024-11-18T10:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2024-11-18T10:00:00.117+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Campania"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>Il grido della Regina Verde</title><summary type="text">A volte, il mare nasconde segreti che solo il vento osa sussurrare. Sulla costa di Agropoli, tra scogliere battute dalle onde e grotte oscure come l’abisso, si racconta di una donna, il suo nome è ormai svanito dalle memorie degli uomini, tranne che per pochi anziani che ricordano, con voce tremante, le antiche leggende. Si dice che nelle notti di tempesta, quando il cielo si fonde col mare in un</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/810791056009581675/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-grido-della-regina-verde.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/810791056009581675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/810791056009581675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-grido-della-regina-verde.html' title='Il grido della Regina Verde'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwtXwF1Y-ni4O-L0x6uSueRfY3dTLNbXnATvDZaMuwVZjfsM2-KvNwzRHDVsmbu0dcen_HoXYqzAVXwTL5fM3AIQbFe5zAh4Nh2EKIvOeWbyzsCMOlt8Zl4GoT-va-KpEuTmg5gmbjJmO0PXAdZg5itv9Nz3aZ7z1I9LKTAf1MZyd3R7eE0arRxynKoE/s72-c/Il%20grido%20della%20Regina%20Verde.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>84043 Agropoli SA, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.3486087 14.9914267</georss:point><georss:box>12.038374863821154 -20.164823300000002 68.658842536178838 50.1476767</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-268061856791608134</id><published>2024-11-11T10:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2024-11-11T10:00:00.118+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liguria"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>Il Drago di San Fruttuoso</title><summary type="text">Nella Liguria più oscura, dove i monti si gettano nel mare creando baie segrete e grotte nascoste, c’è un luogo che sembra fuori dal tempo. La baia di San Fruttuoso, incastonata come un gioiello tra le onde del Mar Ligure, ha conosciuto giorni di quiete e di tempesta, di mistero e di leggenda. È qui che si cela, e ancora oggi un segreto antico, quando il vento soffia forte tra le rocce, sembra di</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/268061856791608134/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-drago-di-san-fruttuoso.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/268061856791608134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/268061856791608134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/il-drago-di-san-fruttuoso.html' title='Il Drago di San Fruttuoso'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQNpYAMoafYnWroVONZmcJlVVk1Z79j0ZqHEVPyym3slzub0NuE5YcbueJuaPz8c1TW0yQdjhQS9kcOKZWeANcXZCVDdjutx7mjmUax4RVkgpcRazKXz2UOBrY9pppDTAIBchYfgWP5Yd4vVFGim90Aqil5hyLzONyIQmArclKmaTct3zFfIxc9WLPZQ/s72-c/Il%20Drago%20di%20San%20Fruttuoso.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>16032 San Fruttuoso GE, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.3155357 9.176408</georss:point><georss:box>16.005301863821153 -25.979841999999998 72.625769536178836 44.332658</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-6126232219223281419</id><published>2024-11-04T10:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2024-11-04T10:00:00.120+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Umbria"/><title type='text'>L&#39;abisso di Chiarò</title><summary type="text">C&#39;è un luogo nascosto, lontano dagli sguardi indiscreti del tempo e della modernità, un posto dove il silenzio si fa palpabile, quasi opprimente, e l&#39;acqua ferma riflette non solo il cielo, ma anche i segreti sepolti sotto la sua superficie. Lì, tra i mormorii delle fronde e il sussurro del vento, si cela una leggenda antica quanto le pietre, una storia che parla di dannazione senza redenzione e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/6126232219223281419/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/labisso-di-chiaro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/6126232219223281419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/6126232219223281419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/11/labisso-di-chiaro.html' title='L&#39;abisso di Chiarò'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GOpgHUsIp0T9UJrZMSZRkB9Tzujz71lgPYoNI00SBDF3YvHg8UU6kzQ02Oi3vgTa8UPJCzJ-8OzKj_mMGf6Pr3qpOTdgSlm8-e1KzsVmrp6uIXWSY9v2XmAez2l2j7NJmFrTvbLEm9BnWFOuZIONCrmZUO5W1F3tjTADXbnXtDcKcXArWPSSO1jVzaI/s72-c/L&#39;abisso%20di%20Chiar%C3%B2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>06031 Bevagna PG, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.9565418 12.6071612</georss:point><georss:box>14.646307963821151 -22.5490888 71.266775636178835 47.7634112</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-3704711929566665768</id><published>2024-10-28T10:00:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2024-10-28T10:00:00.117+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Basilicata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storie e Leggende"/><title type='text'>La processione dei dannati</title><summary type="text">Nelle viscere di Matera, tra i Sassi che il tempo ha scolpito e il vento ha cullato, si narra una storia che affonda le sue radici in un passato remoto, fatto di ombre, preghiere e sussurri dimenticati. Una storia che vive nei vicoli tortuosi, nei mormorii della notte, e nella nebbia che avvolge le pietre millenarie di questa città.La notte era senza stelle, avvolta in un mantello di oscurità che</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/3704711929566665768/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/10/la-processione-dei-dannati.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/3704711929566665768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/3704711929566665768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/10/la-processione-dei-dannati.html' title='La processione dei dannati'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzFAXj4Zt4zmzPl04fFslg8Zr4RrlsL7j38H_8yIbnymqREy69K96iYyk0lfQPC5YKdDcyei498N4jgjwyspYbncunge_Y3hyiAj8ZaQkMmGsr5FHfPwKqdBvx2LBto5Ei4PJSFfyyue8iK2s6ry9fqsBuL96KwdCrTtsvReV7bgjtOcBkg_nhthUTQE/s72-c/La%20processione%20dei%20dannati.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>75100 Matera MT, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.666360100000013 16.6044454</georss:point><georss:box>12.356126263821167 -18.5518046 68.976593936178858 51.7606954</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5070510611145183502</id><published>2024-10-21T10:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2024-10-21T10:00:00.108+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Umbria"/><title type='text'>L’ombra del Capitano e la Sala dei Tormenti</title><summary type="text">Le colline umbre, avvolte in un verde immutabile, nascondono segreti che il tempo non è riuscito a seppellire del tutto. A Narni, borgo antico e fiero, il respiro della storia si mescola a quello dei fantasmi che popolano le sue pietre. Questo è un luogo dove il passato non è solo un ricordo, ma una presenza viva, pulsante, pronta a manifestarsi a chiunque abbia il coraggio di scendere nei suoi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5070510611145183502/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/09/ombra-del-capitano-e-la-sala-dei-tornenti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5070510611145183502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5070510611145183502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/09/ombra-del-capitano-e-la-sala-dei-tornenti.html' title='L’ombra del Capitano e la Sala dei Tormenti'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPVX04fIhb13Jpx4DJXdr9zybt4UJ9BBuyIc-0kip6tMhvF5OyFNqPMCfYVID7EsSRdVotLZBbm_phJKcrMNu2NCbZh-cQzMd4PgUfW35p039nNwUwOhWJM232OFjya0cofZPiLIUdP0125CsZ2byN6jFDYE1fdVhSUx4YaIKYqsbCKozyhzl35vnMNQ/s72-c/L%E2%80%99ombra%20del%20Capitano%20e%20la%20Sala%20dei%20Tormenti.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>05035 Narni TR, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.5177376 12.5158742</georss:point><georss:box>14.207503763821151 -22.6403758 70.827971436178842 47.6721242</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-6727965587042882759</id><published>2024-10-14T10:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2024-10-14T10:00:00.225+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasmi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Puglia"/><title type='text'>La Malombra di Molfetta</title><summary type="text">Molfetta seduce i viandanti con le sue architetture di pietra bianca e il mare che lambisce dolcemente le sue coste, ma dietro l’apparente serenità di questo borgo, si celano ombre che non conoscono la luce del giorno. Ombre che si addensano al calar del sole, strisciando silenziose tra le strette vie del centro storico, in pochi osano parlare apertamente di ciò che vi si nasconde, ma chi sa, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/6727965587042882759/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/10/la-malombra-di-molfetta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/6727965587042882759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/6727965587042882759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/10/la-malombra-di-molfetta.html' title='La Malombra di Molfetta'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXw157G6Qa5qQeiD_-H59QxOHzsJb6schcehIox1Ee5znnumfA7m64Ag-yXKqVCUmVTPitCV0ExIKJSbOwQQAkynYyClAzICGYV3Vhm3Bk2dRuhgJPXPm2S_QWrU4QU-WQ-n9Byom0Dh_kMhs3kKiPcT0OrV7cnx5LiL7ppzRtLfX8nCgzbWaCgcQj2xc/s72-c/La%20Malombra%20di%20Molfetta.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>70056 Molfetta BA, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.2027186 16.5987155</georss:point><georss:box>12.892484763821152 -18.5575345 69.512952436178836 51.7549655</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936325273522340603.post-5594051151781193373</id><published>2024-10-07T10:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2024-10-07T10:00:00.110+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piemonte"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ville maledette"/><title type='text'>La Casa del Diavolo: Misteri e leggende di Villa Capriglio</title><summary type="text">Ogni città o regione cela nelle pieghe della sua storia misteri e leggende, spesso inquietanti. Oggi vi condurrò in un angolo di Torino, la città magica per eccellenza, che incarna le due facce della una stessa medaglia, abbracciando luoghi occulti legati alla &quot;magia nera&quot; e alla &quot;magia bianca&quot;, e al contempo una buona dose di cristianità. C&#39;è una vecchia villa abbandonata e fatiscente fuori </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/feeds/5594051151781193373/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/08/la-casa-del-diavolo-misteri-e-leggende-di-villa-capriglio.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5594051151781193373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936325273522340603/posts/default/5594051151781193373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://storieinspiegabili.odisseaquotidiana.com/2024/08/la-casa-del-diavolo-misteri-e-leggende-di-villa-capriglio.html' title='La Casa del Diavolo: Misteri e leggende di Villa Capriglio'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647336900534474128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXLEy-I7fw1uFnsqxmIZc-HNuE2JcKhCEnyMM4jb_rg2XuZVIhyphenhyphenMQmFzmk_qOSZIotwQlcUr7L_Bo99QwbxgFkqpVAvGrYtac2qvJzNtobfU4b3-lf1PnNUzbyEIH_tiGMRuIwgaLFU8gYsUa-Rv5NV0VK8N1TDfB_AhlOM_pGrJri29bA-M8E5td9kE/s72-c/La%20Casa%20del%20Diavolo%20Misteri%20e%20leggende%20di%20Villa%20Capriglio.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Str. al Traforo di Pino, 67, 10132 Torino TO, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.0767778 7.7406954</georss:point><georss:box>16.766543963821157 -27.4155546 73.38701163617884 42.8969454</georss:box></entry></feed>