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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja5RSsHREIQ/UV9c-lJ4KsI/AAAAAAAAMZw/wvTsxY__N9M/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja5RSsHREIQ/UV9c-lJ4KsI/AAAAAAAAMZw/wvTsxY__N9M/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Come per incanto il colore del fuoco ravviva e si unisce in un abbraccio magico e incantevole con &amp;nbsp;l'elemento da sempre suo antagonista e acerrimo nemico; l'acqua. Sbuffi, onde rigurgiti di liquido colorato si innalzano verso il cielo illuminando l'oscurità che li circonda. E l'uomo come un bimbo stupefatto da un gioco buffo e miracoloso sgrana gli occhi e sorride di questo ingannevole artifizio.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncbJkw9i17M/UPa5kcqNGbI/AAAAAAAAMVo/u0udN49RDj8/s1600/260px-Piazza_Duomo+lecce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncbJkw9i17M/UPa5kcqNGbI/AAAAAAAAMVo/u0udN49RDj8/s320/260px-Piazza_Duomo+lecce.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Interessante la prospettiva, discreta la fotografia, magnifica la piazza ma sopra tutto stupenda Lecce.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MldMYG_gQoE/UPa3DEXcn8I/AAAAAAAAMU0/ZTFPSM3JS_I/s1600/250px-Gallipoli_il_Rivellino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MldMYG_gQoE/UPa3DEXcn8I/AAAAAAAAMU0/ZTFPSM3JS_I/s320/250px-Gallipoli_il_Rivellino.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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questa è una fotografia di Gallipoli. Per voi che la vedete è solo un'immagine forse anche sbiadita, per me rappresenta un insieme di ricordi anche spiacevoli, un momento della mia vita difficile, ma come tutti superato ma non dimenticato. Fra quelle mura, viste dall'esterno era come se ci fossi imprigionato, il mio spirito era libero, il mio corpo pure, ma chi mi aveva mandato lì, voleva incatenare la mia volontà.&lt;/div&gt;
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la vita è fatta di scalini, difficoltà da superare, avrete provato come sia difficile arrivare in alto, all'agognato obbiettivo. Già si consumano anni della propria vita e anche la pietra degli stessi gradini, proprio come nella foto. Lo sguardo sempre rivolto caparbiamente e orgogliosamente in alto, verso il cielo, verso l'azzurro. Onnipotenza dell'uomo, orgoglio sciocco &amp;nbsp;ed inutile. Poi ad una certa età, lo sguardo si volge verso il basso e ci si domanda, ma cosa sto facendo?, dove voglio arrivare, ma le scale non finiranno mai, era meglio se fossi rimasto inerte. Appunto fermiamoci tutti a pensare umilmente, dove veramente vogliamo arrivare? L'uomo si è complicata la vita. Vi erano pianure dove cavalcare, spiagge dove correre valli da attraversare. Che sia il caso di ricostruire un mondo perduto?. Per me ne vale la pena.&lt;/div&gt;
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corre spensierata questa graziosa bambina, sulla spiaggia di una località francese abbastanza rinomata. i piccoli piedi si infilano nella sabbia mentre le onde lambiscono le sue caviglie.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/6124539982877494497/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/corre-spensierata-questa-graziosa.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6124539982877494497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6124539982877494497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/u3W68JC1wLs/corre-spensierata-questa-graziosa.html" title="" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7jWPcd6GPg/UOh5p1dh8XI/AAAAAAAAMR4/NW7H0VV_htU/s72-c/IMG_3133.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/corre-spensierata-questa-graziosa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRXs5cSp7ImA9WhNUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-6470335081476011956</id><published>2013-01-05T11:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T11:04:54.529-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-05T11:04:54.529-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dettagli" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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com'è strana questa campana in cima ad un torrione. Sembra quasi che si sia legata o imprigionata in riccioli di ferro, corde e/o trecciole. Quasi a soffocare la sua squillante voce.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/6470335081476011956/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/come-strana-questa-campana-in-cima-ad.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6470335081476011956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6470335081476011956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/wx89orAepQw/come-strana-questa-campana-in-cima-ad.html" title="" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCqD21faPI/UOh40RIQNSI/AAAAAAAAMRw/XUIywhY2bow/s72-c/IMG_3147.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/come-strana-questa-campana-in-cima-ad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNR3Y7fSp7ImA9WhNUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-7212344538255217678</id><published>2013-01-05T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T10:54:56.805-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-05T10:54:56.805-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scorci" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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una via di La Ciotat, una cittadina francese sul mar mediterraneo che con i suoi bar e ristoranti offre al turista esigente molte possibilità di cibarsi con piatti tipici non solo francesi ma anche magrebini o greci. &amp;nbsp; Purtroppo le brioche si vendono solo in pasticceria e nei bar è difficile trovarle per cui ci si deve accontentare di un buon? caffè.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/7212344538255217678/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/una-via-di-la-ciotat-una-cittadina.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/7212344538255217678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/7212344538255217678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/Kw031g9VUk8/una-via-di-la-ciotat-una-cittadina.html" title="" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLEfy4QQaws/UOh11Li72kI/AAAAAAAAMRA/I3Dih3PzPoE/s72-c/IMG_3106.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/una-via-di-la-ciotat-una-cittadina.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNRXo_eip7ImA9WhNUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-5110588474846902926</id><published>2013-01-02T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T14:23:14.442-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-02T14:23:14.442-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scorci" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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le case una accanto all'altra quasi a proteggersi dal freddo o da eventi traumatici. Sono fatte di semplice argilla eppure sono più resistenti dell'uomo, della sua mente alle volte perversa, del suo corpo che si decompone, dell'anima che si macchia di orribili peccati. L'uomo le ha costruite con le sue stesse mani le ha create per se non sapendo che le stesse avrebbero prima o poi sghignazzato della &amp;nbsp;loro stupidità.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/5110588474846902926/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/le-case-una-accanto-allaltra-quasi.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/5110588474846902926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/5110588474846902926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/CuCQzbAppRA/le-case-una-accanto-allaltra-quasi.html" title="" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOXybJMPqNA/UOSxUcPO8YI/AAAAAAAAMQQ/eC-hXA4HAwQ/s72-c/IMG_3097.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2013/01/le-case-una-accanto-allaltra-quasi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAQnk-fCp7ImA9WhNWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-813896874321234983</id><published>2012-12-08T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-08T13:44:03.754-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-08T13:44:03.754-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artigianato" /><title>genitori ideali</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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quanto è stupendo l'artigianato di tutto il mondo quando si esprime per creare la natività nella sua delicatezza e preziosità. Non si bada a tempo nè a materiali per arricchire e abbellire &amp;nbsp;coloro che alla fine, almeno inconsciamente, &amp;nbsp;sono stati i nostri primi genitori. Genitori autorevoli e dolcissimi che hanno amato. Cosa che sovente nel mondo reale &amp;nbsp;non succede: Padri e madri che si uccidono, che uccidono i propri figli &amp;nbsp;o quelli degli altri. Quanta grande è la differenza fra sogno e realtà. Ma Dall'alto vegliano su di noi.&lt;/div&gt;
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prendete e mangiate, non c'è nulla di più salutare nell'alimentazione della frutta e verdura. Qui siamo in Francia per cui non so di che provenienza possa essere. Penso che di Italiano non ci sia granché, ma non ha molta importanza. Basta la salute no?</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/4064041699101092514/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/verde-bianco-rosso-ma-non-tricolore.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/4064041699101092514?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/4064041699101092514?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/5wP1tL_1mAo/verde-bianco-rosso-ma-non-tricolore.html" title="verde bianco rosso ma non tricolore." /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIRIYUax0tE/ULfmhzr48YI/AAAAAAAAMOs/d2_1twkHslY/s72-c/IMG_6421.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/verde-bianco-rosso-ma-non-tricolore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBQ3g4cCp7ImA9WhNXEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-4118234139064425980</id><published>2012-11-29T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-29T14:47:32.638-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-29T14:47:32.638-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soggetti" /><title>abbraccio mortale</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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aggrovigliati fra loro in un abbraccio mortale questi polipi si rammaricano di aver troppo presto terminato la loro esistenza finendo miseramente su un letto gelido di blocchetti di ghiaccio.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bellissimi i colori di questi scampi adagiati sapientemente nella grigia cesta di paglia intrecciata. Il colore rosso è quello che più mi piace, è un colore caldo e secondo me dovrebbe indicare la vita e non la morte. Ma si sa questi piccoli crostacei hanno e conservano, anche nel piatto, le loro belle sfumature.&lt;br /&gt;
Ma una cosa mi ha fatto pensare; il prezzo. Il mondo, ho pensato, è un grande mercato circolare, ove ognuno di noi ha un prezzo, io ho un prezzo, l'uomo che ha adagiato la lavagnetta fra questi corpi ricurvi, ha un prezzo. Tutti abbiamo un prezzo e se qualcuno pensa di valere di più e di poter vendere il corpo dell'altro all'asta o al mercato come su una bancarella, sbaglia. Sbaglia perché il nostro non è un mercato in verticale né posto orizzontalmente, con un inizio e una fine. NO!, la nostra vita è un gran bazar circolare ove tutti possono venir catturati, venduti e digeriti, nessuno escluso. &lt;i&gt;" Memento homo"&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/7802297583623131470/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/bellissimi-i-colori-di-questi-scampi.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/7802297583623131470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/7802297583623131470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/A-CHqJkcRqw/bellissimi-i-colori-di-questi-scampi.html" title="" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ziMLJliKTk/ULQCdIixjII/AAAAAAAAMNU/KPhY_tQkQ_s/s72-c/IMG_6416.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/bellissimi-i-colori-di-questi-scampi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFQXg4cSp7ImA9WhNQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-5759969467827523433</id><published>2012-11-26T15:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-26T16:20:10.639-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-26T16:20:10.639-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dettagli" /><title>" Perchè, Perchè?"</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Ho inserito quest' immagine nella dimensione originale. Desidero che chi la veda comprenda ciò che ho provato vedendo i loro occhi spalancati che mi scrutavano. Occhi sbarrati come se volessero chiedermi: " &lt;i&gt;perchè&lt;/i&gt;?" senza proferir parola, ma parlando &amp;nbsp;solo con lo sguardo. " &lt;i&gt;Perchè?, perchè&lt;/i&gt;?"</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/5759969467827523433/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/perche-perche.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/5759969467827523433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/5759969467827523433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/7sWgHpRavB0/perche-perche.html" title="&quot; Perchè, Perchè?&quot;" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AS1-2aaPjBI/ULQAjUDpOXI/AAAAAAAAMNM/tplNvbG1ANk/s72-c/IMG_6419.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/perche-perche.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQnk8fCp7ImA9WhNQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-8440736867250735046</id><published>2012-11-26T15:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-26T15:50:03.774-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-26T15:50:03.774-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animali" /><title>un apparente sonno profondo.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Triglie, gallinelle e calamari. Passando presso una pescheria in Francia, in quel di là Ciotàt, mi sono soffermato presso questa bancarella, affascinato da questi gustosissimi e affascinanti abitanti marini. Mi hanno colpito la forma &amp;nbsp;i colori e la loro immobilità. Ho pensato per un attimo al loro destino e li ho immaginati nelle profondità marine che si muovevano leggeri e guizzanti forse poche ore o minuti prima.&lt;/div&gt;
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Già meglio vivi che morti, ma onestamente è una parola dover e poter concretizzare questo idilliaco pensiero. La flora e la fauna fanno parte del nostro ecosistema e quindi è naturale e anche indispensabile per la nostra sopravvivenza nutrirsi delle specie animali o vegetali. Certo un animo sensibile vorrebbe che così non fosse. Sono tutte creature di Dio. Il problema sappiamo non è questo ma dell'uso che facciamo di ciò che il sistema terra ci offre. La distribuzione del cibo, la sua commercializzazione, la manipolazione degli alimenti a scopo prettamente economico speculativo ha creato degli squilibri a cui urge porre rimedi. Mi accontenterò di mangiare solo mezzo piatto di scampi ok?&lt;/div&gt;
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Sembrano che dormano i gamberi ed i mitili strappati dalle acque del mediterraneo a sud della Francia. Ma il loro sonno è ormai un sonno perpetuo coperti solo dalla coltre di piccoli coriandoli di farina setacciata. e appoggiati ad alcune verdure cotte al vapore. Ecco il cous cous, piatto unico e delizioso di origine araba.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/1080441150016864025/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/sommersi-nelloblio.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/1080441150016864025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/1080441150016864025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/lyd1VT3G0Ig/sommersi-nelloblio.html" title="sommersi nell'oblio" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1bzS_49qhE/UKwR0SJd4NI/AAAAAAAAMKw/phUb41JHgII/s72-c/IMG_6411.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/sommersi-nelloblio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACR3g4cSp7ImA9WhNQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-8237652778336760828</id><published>2012-11-20T15:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-20T15:22:46.639-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-20T15:22:46.639-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paesaggi" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Come dardo di fuoco, la luce dorata del tramonto si incunea fra le onde del mare dirigendosi verso la terra e la flora in trepida &amp;nbsp;attesa. Percorre il breve tratto che la separa dalla pianta fiorita. &amp;nbsp;pronta ad essere abbracciata e scaldata dai fievoli raggi, per poi donare i suoi frutti all'uomo incapace alle volte di apprezzare questo immenso dono della natura. Disprezzandolo &amp;nbsp;talvolta fino a distruggerlo. Questa è l'ingratitudine umana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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sottile, si piega al vento, ben piantata nell'arena la canna in vetroresina si curva fino &amp;nbsp;quasi a toccare le onde che lambiscono la base ove si trova l'impugnatura su cui è fissato il rocchetto in alluminio. Ma cosa significa se non la solitudine di un elemento o di un essere, sprofondato nel silenzio interrotto solo dallo sciacquio &amp;nbsp;delle onde? E cosa aspetta? Perché anche l'uomo l'ha abbandonata?, perché è rimasta sola senza che una mano la stringa forte per farla sentire sicura?. Aspetta canna, aspetta la tua preda ingenua e oblunga, forma vivente che coll'inganno si aggancia al tuo destino in un abbraccio di morte. Ma il vento copre ogni rumore e tu vibri strattonata dalla disperazione della tua miserabile e sciocca vittima attratta da un inganno, dal boccone avvelenato che luccica ma non regala nulla se non la morte. Proprio come nella vita reale. E tu rimarrai sola ad aspettare la prossima sciocca e affamata preda. Senza accorgerti che sei schiava del volere di altri strumento di morte e non di vita. Canna oh canna spezzati ma non piegarti più all'altrui volere.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/4093853301597952871/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/spezzati-oh-canna-ti-prego-spezzati.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/4093853301597952871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/4093853301597952871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/W6ubOD0FMN0/spezzati-oh-canna-ti-prego-spezzati.html" title="spezzati oh canna, ti prego spezzati" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vigIi6jZGys/UKwG55eDvoI/AAAAAAAAMIs/iyv80EskkCE/s72-c/IMG_6436.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/spezzati-oh-canna-ti-prego-spezzati.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGRnk7cSp7ImA9WhNRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-6649933100181868829</id><published>2012-11-12T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-12T15:02:07.709-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-12T15:02:07.709-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panorami" /><title>l'oro in bocca</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I raggi del sole al tramonto illuminano quasi a voler indicare la strada del ritorno, la piccola imbarcazione che si culla nell'immobilità assoluta delle acque antistanti la spiaggia dorata su cui si infrangono le onde del mar mediterraneo in un piccolo paese francese della costa azzurra.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/6649933100181868829/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/loro-in-bocca.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6649933100181868829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6649933100181868829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/C5RmMqduBUE/loro-in-bocca.html" title="l'oro in bocca" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mg3MtUmuaoQ/UKF_DLLSsmI/AAAAAAAAMH8/632VEBF2wOQ/s72-c/IMG_3135.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/loro-in-bocca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQH05eip7ImA9WhNQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-3317147735298871276</id><published>2012-11-12T14:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-20T15:23:21.322-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-20T15:23:21.322-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="particolari" /><title>il corpo invitante di giovani e lignei candori</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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il corpo ligneo di due candidi legni coperti da un'azzurra coltre color cobalto, si culla fra &amp;nbsp;impercettibili movimenti del mare, abbracciati saldamente con forza e tenerezza dalle braccia in cemento del porticciolo &amp;nbsp;francese di La Ciotat.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/3317147735298871276/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/il-corpo-invitante-di-giovani-e-lignei.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/3317147735298871276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/3317147735298871276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/EPrZ2y0l3NU/il-corpo-invitante-di-giovani-e-lignei.html" title="il corpo invitante di giovani e lignei candori" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIqQONV6m_g/UKF8SEoiFuI/AAAAAAAAMHQ/pi9CaUWo4zE/s72-c/IMG_3138.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/il-corpo-invitante-di-giovani-e-lignei.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNSHs-fip7ImA9WhNRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-3808519804886983733</id><published>2012-11-12T14:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-12T14:29:59.556-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-12T14:29:59.556-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="particolari" /><title>deserto d'acciaio</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Nuove dune del terzo millennio fatte di scale semimovibili di luccicante acciaio.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/3808519804886983733/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/deserto-dacciaio.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/3808519804886983733?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/3808519804886983733?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/snysvPOrDtA/deserto-dacciaio.html" title="deserto d'acciaio" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccl7aP3ITyA/UKF36LpJ51I/AAAAAAAAMGc/VZ3VuY1jBT8/s72-c/IMG_3162.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/deserto-dacciaio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDSXY8eCp7ImA9WhNRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-2195078817859277466</id><published>2012-11-11T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-11T06:16:18.870-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-11T06:16:18.870-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iterpretazioni" /><title>la giostra della vita</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Già, nella vita ti sembra di crescere e di trovarti in nuovi spazi e situazioni, in realtà rivivi e vedi sempre le stesse cose, è solo l'età che cambia e la tua illusione si perpetua finché non scendi, ti fermi ad osservare e ti accorgi dell'inganno, l'inganno della tua vita. Quello cioè di aver vissuto di sonni e di illusioni.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/2195078817859277466/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/la-giostra-della-vita.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/2195078817859277466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/2195078817859277466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/P0TZOvdYcP0/la-giostra-della-vita.html" title="la giostra della vita" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sU3zery14CU/UJ-v5kPBK9I/AAAAAAAAMFw/74sDH1GQw8o/s72-c/IMG_3183.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/la-giostra-della-vita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENSX87fSp7ImA9WhNRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-5753848223514617596</id><published>2012-11-11T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-11T05:31:38.105-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-11T05:31:38.105-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soggetti" /><title>un legame oltre la morte; cuore di madre.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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il cuore di ogni madre piange se il figlio è straziato da dolori o sofferenze nel corpo o nell'anima.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/5753848223514617596/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/un-legame-oltre-la-morte-cuore-di-madre.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/5753848223514617596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/5753848223514617596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/kPkzjR1shx4/un-legame-oltre-la-morte-cuore-di-madre.html" title="un legame oltre la morte; cuore di madre." /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVP9bydLTMs/UJ-nyxG8__I/AAAAAAAAMFE/r52w04dGM78/s72-c/IMG_3208.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/un-legame-oltre-la-morte-cuore-di-madre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERHY5fCp7ImA9WhNRFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-66789044138951004</id><published>2012-11-11T04:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-11T04:56:45.824-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-11T04:56:45.824-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="architettura" /><title>prospettiva e prospettive</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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La profondità della prospettiva, a significare la profondità introspettiva del nostro pensiero e dei nostri sentimenti.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/66789044138951004/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/prospettiva-e-prospettive.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/66789044138951004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/66789044138951004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/_yWX6nXC-ck/prospettiva-e-prospettive.html" title="prospettiva e prospettive" /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1o2aeVKtBc/UJ-f1PRmUdI/AAAAAAAAMEY/pg5zsja8Wj8/s72-c/IMG_3261.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/prospettiva-e-prospettive.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHRno9cCp7ImA9WhNRFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836434596558306443.post-6524736109646107415</id><published>2012-11-11T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-11T04:52:17.468-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-11T04:52:17.468-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="architettura" /><title> Provenza </title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Alcune volte penso come faccia la mente umana a concepire questi capolvori. Poi intuisco che la mente non ha limiti, sopratutto quando viene ispirata dal Divino, o dal Malefico. Si tratta solo di capire in che direzione convogliare le proprie energie. ma mi chiedo la grandezza di Dio deve essere idolatrata con opere immense seppur stupende, o ciò serve a placare il bisogno personale di protagonismo?. Un'opera immensa non si può concepire anche la vittoria sulla guerra e contro la fame ed il rispetto di ciò che la natura ci ha donato?</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/feeds/6524736109646107415/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/provenza.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6524736109646107415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836434596558306443/posts/default/6524736109646107415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pMFpA/~3/Gpt9oBfk0ks/provenza.html" title=" Provenza " /><author><name>Mario Fucile</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/103967176578253028037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OP4GLDmdGWM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMTk/gkDuqIjNiZE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98386cJy7dA/UJ-dR3-NpVI/AAAAAAAAMDs/HqyC0Ina0z0/s72-c/IMG_3278.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vitaindiretta.blogspot.com/2012/11/provenza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
