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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"... possiamo amare ed odiare simultaneamente e spesso non siamo sicuri che si tratti davvero di una contraddizione..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(J. Bruner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-7525488707052088182?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUEZBXBCv9E/TwRH9VuEv9I/AAAAAAAABRU/Z13nWCx9GNg/s1600/idee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUEZBXBCv9E/TwRH9VuEv9I/AAAAAAAABRU/Z13nWCx9GNg/s1600/idee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... se io do una moneta a te e tu ne dai una a me, alla fine dello scambio avremo una moneta a testa; ma se io do un'idea a te e tu ne dai una a me, alla fine dello scambio avremo due idee a testa."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-1177543962790453655?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dg89tv8pkU/TohIclDACCI/AAAAAAAABOY/4BQ2aXiwMpI/s1600/images13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dg89tv8pkU/TohIclDACCI/AAAAAAAABOY/4BQ2aXiwMpI/s1600/images13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando io ti amo e tu mi ami, siamo l'uno come lo specchio dell'altro, e riflettendoci l'uno nello specchio dell'altro, vediamo l'infinito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Buscaglia)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-2171859661764930494?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"Non sforzarti di essere migliore degli altri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;cerca di essere migliore di te stesso" (Folkner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-5681923430084443267?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Il mio nome è Khan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-7534980644485694086?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La mente ha corridoi, che vanno oltre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo spazio materiale...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(E. Dickinson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-625976146790825031?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boris Cyrulnik﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034908259001009441-5119975496351996057?l=lastradadelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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