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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Baloo nella tana del Bianconiglio</title><link>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/yxjO" /><description>Sono quasi tutti matti qui! E ti sarai accorta che sono quasi mezzo svanito anche io</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 00:56:53 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/yxjo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Sono quasi tutti matti qui! E ti sarai accorta che sono quasi mezzo svanito anche io</itunes:subtitle><item><title>Tra fiaba e realtà</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/l61maLb6ahM/tra-fiaba-e-realta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 00:56:53 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-4870053263014379336</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Riflessioni che restano sempre attuali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eh si, è finito da parecchio il classico spirito natalizio televisivo... Ma avete notato come vengano propinati film in cui Lei si innamora di Lui, e di come la storia porti poi i due ad unirsi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Il destino! (Serendipity), il fato, o semplicemente così doveva andare! Perfetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ma cavolo, nessuno si mette mai nei panni della/o sfigata/sfigato di turno?! Che puntualmente vengono lasciati a ridosso dell'altare! Per loro come può essere un lieto fine? Un trionfo dello spirito natalizio?!? Tanto più dell'Amore! E il bello è che tutti vorremmo far parte di quella percentuale per cui lasci lo sfigato con cui stavi da una vita, ti trovi un&amp;nbsp;Patrick Dempsey o una Eva Mendes, ti sposi, e vivrai felice e contento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...E poi c'era la marmotta che confezionava la cioccolata!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Un piccolo appunto per tutte le donne all'ascolto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Crescete con il sogno del fantomatico principe azzurro...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fin da piccole con i classici Disney, la bella addormentata, svegliata dal suo principe; la bella e la sua bestia; Biancaneve e i sette nani e il principe azzurro; perfino Fiona trova il suo principe azzurro-verdognolo Shrek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Beh ricordatevi anche che:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cenerentola ha cominciato pulendo cessi!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ce n'è di strada mie care!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/8206802358903466242-4870053263014379336?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4MxuBHIauiAaK2Z2MKR-S8Wo3CU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4MxuBHIauiAaK2Z2MKR-S8Wo3CU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4MxuBHIauiAaK2Z2MKR-S8Wo3CU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4MxuBHIauiAaK2Z2MKR-S8Wo3CU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T09:56:53.718+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2012/01/tra-fiaba-e-realta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Madrid</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/3Dk7UHZpMO4/prendere-e-partire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 15:07:13 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-2672382067607894715</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBwTpJ_XCP0/TsgznwxP6MI/AAAAAAAAB0U/hLCGJD4YbWY/s1600/SDC12852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBwTpJ_XCP0/TsgznwxP6MI/AAAAAAAAB0U/hLCGJD4YbWY/s320/SDC12852.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Prendere e partire. Lasciare tutto. Uno zainetto mezzo vuoto e il volo alle sei meno un quarto per Madrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Correre qua e là per vedere tre Musei. Pensare che in determinati giorni fanno entrare gratuitamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cana y tequila! Una sistemazione rimediata da un'amica, e via :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Andare in giro senza meta e guardare ogni angolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E poi rimanere a guardare "Guernica", semplicemente senza parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il resto sono attimi, sensazioni e momenti splendidi!! Pensieri per alcune persone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Prossimo viaggio, Dublino o Stoccolma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-2672382067607894715?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EwnWQOev46o1tP3czGqsOczzFns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EwnWQOev46o1tP3czGqsOczzFns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T00:07:13.890+01:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBwTpJ_XCP0/TsgznwxP6MI/AAAAAAAAB0U/hLCGJD4YbWY/s72-c/SDC12852.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/11/prendere-e-partire.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Fidarsi di chi apertamente si diverte a giocare</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/1Jm1qSKK6rk/fidarsi-di-chi-apertamente-si-diverte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:31:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-1642280854865089963</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ho dovuto imparare a proteggermi da chi, mentre mi tradiva, gridava: "Fidati"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;L'ho imparato, e ormai riconosco le situazioni; gli atteggiamenti delle persone... so dove saranno capaci d'arrivare. Anche se riescono sempre a stupirmi, e non in positivo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma, in fin dei conti, mi proteggo o sfrutto la mia incoscienza?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8206802358903466242-1642280854865089963?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hc9idHkCWSJFIBHpkja5vvfvtPM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hc9idHkCWSJFIBHpkja5vvfvtPM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T23:31:17.168+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/10/fidarsi-di-chi-apertamente-si-diverte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>L'evoluzione del sapere</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/G7JbcaGrEk4/l-del-sapere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:25:11 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-5282034860589613616</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Universit&amp;#224; e crediti formativi: il sapere misurato in numero di pagine da studiare.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xNtVmoZuRZQBzEaEs6bF8vk-ZVk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xNtVmoZuRZQBzEaEs6bF8vk-ZVk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T02:25:11.294+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/10/l-del-sapere.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Perché</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/_cMw4iVGDWg/perche.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2011 14:30:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-2764378768637132788</guid><description>Certe volte le risposte ai nostri "perché" che cerchiamo, sono solamente un modo per spostare l'attenzione sugli altri e non su noi stessi sperando che le cose a quel punto cambino drasticamente...&lt;br /&gt;
Sapere perché, non cambia la realtà in sè.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-2764378768637132788?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E' facile pensare di non dover giudicare nessuno, perché ognuno è libero di vivere come meglio crede, e fare ciò che reputa giusto, o semplicemente perché sente la voglia di comportarsi in quel determinato modo. In parte è un discorso che ha fondamenti, in parte no. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se parliamo di aspetti generali, posso concordare; ad esempio: non ti giudico perché sei omosessuale, o eterosessuale, cattolico o musulmano; bello o brutto, simpatico o antipatico, ecc..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ciononostante,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si può giudicare chi smentisce con i fatti, ciò che dice a parole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Giusto o sbagliato sono semplici categorie in cui ridurre i fatti, gli atteggiamenti, e non mi piace. E' un aspetto troppo soggettivo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Prediligo il Vero o il Falso. Per quanto possa sembrare assurdo, è meglio una cruda verità che una dolce bugia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-3873714143814362798?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRKNKk6QxCi3FXZl7t5FQnP5seI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRKNKk6QxCi3FXZl7t5FQnP5seI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRKNKk6QxCi3FXZl7t5FQnP5seI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRKNKk6QxCi3FXZl7t5FQnP5seI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-28T10:42:01.523+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/08/si-io-giudico.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>google+</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/ZFEnywo0tzY/google.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 17:19:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-8128127912705333739</guid><description>Piccola chicca... se qualcuno vuole un invito per provare google+ non ha che da chiedere!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-8128127912705333739?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7v04Q5EdykOhm0Yy_CFBx5QhSaQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7v04Q5EdykOhm0Yy_CFBx5QhSaQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7v04Q5EdykOhm0Yy_CFBx5QhSaQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7v04Q5EdykOhm0Yy_CFBx5QhSaQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T02:19:25.767+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/07/google.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Convivere con se stessi</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/VNkz3aoM_No/convivere-con-se-stessi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 12:39:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-70654899149725673</guid><description>Certe volte, quanto è facile trovare un capro espiatorio; ma se le bugie vengono dette a fin di bene, allora la verità diventa avamposto del far male?!&lt;br /&gt;
E allora vengono invertiti sole e luna....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-70654899149725673?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCU2UBa3KN_JM2Anx1NDttwN9cc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCU2UBa3KN_JM2Anx1NDttwN9cc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCU2UBa3KN_JM2Anx1NDttwN9cc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCU2UBa3KN_JM2Anx1NDttwN9cc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-28T21:39:05.907+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/06/convivere-con-se-stessi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>In amor vince chi fugge</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/_x9xjBfldgU/in-amor-vince-chi-fugge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 00:48:52 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-282452692808905402</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ecco perché io perdo spesso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Non riesco a fuggire, a differenza di molte altre persone.&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/8206802358903466242-282452692808905402?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7BGJLqNHkKrfElm37BZi8jPxck/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7BGJLqNHkKrfElm37BZi8jPxck/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7BGJLqNHkKrfElm37BZi8jPxck/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7BGJLqNHkKrfElm37BZi8jPxck/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-19T09:48:52.519+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-amor-vince-chi-fugge.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Perle ai porci</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/_jtLxfIt3MI/perle-ai-porci.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 01:58:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-5445936397483652352</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Confusione&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;è solo il termine usato dalla mente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;per prender coscienza di ciò che ha già compreso inconsciamente.&amp;nbsp;&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/8206802358903466242-5445936397483652352?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyvDF5gXIfjMqlFhADGp6vG9KCY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyvDF5gXIfjMqlFhADGp6vG9KCY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyvDF5gXIfjMqlFhADGp6vG9KCY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyvDF5gXIfjMqlFhADGp6vG9KCY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-27T10:58:20.754+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/01/perle-ai-porci.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>La fiducia non può essere condonata</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/QimwSpfQj3w/la-fiducia-non-puo-essere-condonata.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 12:23:11 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-464656114836973632</guid><description>Et voilà! Rieccoci, diciamo più ricaricati che mai! Si ritorna a scrivere qualcosina, per la prima volta in questo nuovo anno!&lt;br /&gt;
Finalmente; ripeto, FINALMENTE, si è chiuso il 2010... Non ne potevo più! E sto vivendo questo inizio proprio come la liberazione che aspettavo; anche se a parole è sempre tutto molto più facile.&lt;br /&gt;
Credo che dicembre sia stato il mese che mi ha colpito più positivamente; mentre ottobre, in negativo: ma proprio a livelli spaventosi... Ed è tutto finito. Si va avanti; questo è indubbio. Quel che le persone non capiscono riguarda le modalità. Si può fare tutto, e nessuno è indispensabile all'altro. Ma c'è modo e modo. Per questo, soprattutto LEI, dovrebbe evitare proprio di far vedere che esiste. Parlare di un giorno chissà... è totalmente fuori luogo. Quel giorno, non arriverà mai; non può arrivare per quel che è successo; nè tanto meno per quel che poi accadrà; ad ognuno la sua vita. Ad ognuno il peso delle proprie scelte.&lt;br /&gt;
Il tempo non cambierà nulla. Farà solo si che tutto continui ad andare avanti... Ciononostante, alcuni pensieri sono sempre li, nascosti nelle fessure della mente.&lt;br /&gt;
Riscopro il piacere di alcune compagnie... e fortunatamente son li!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Era un po che pensavo a cose che volevo scrivere; alla fine mi son detto che se non avessi cominciato, qua finica che tornavo a battere sui tasti tra qualche mese!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Buono studio :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-464656114836973632?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nWSAM63gcJ_twIKkYgrvtKDwNhE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nWSAM63gcJ_twIKkYgrvtKDwNhE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nWSAM63gcJ_twIKkYgrvtKDwNhE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nWSAM63gcJ_twIKkYgrvtKDwNhE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-04T21:23:11.777+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-fiducia-non-puo-essere-condonata.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pensieri natalizi..</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/o1ca_WhZEbA/pensieri-natalizi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 10:59:55 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-1394709171619055801</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L'importante non è la festa in se, né i regali, né il cibo...quanto le persone che riempiranno questa cornice! Un augurio a tutti, e a qualcuno, cui tengo molto, in particolare!! =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8206802358903466242-1394709171619055801?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u76-7fyHVFg2EzD3ZyW-O_f-GQk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u76-7fyHVFg2EzD3ZyW-O_f-GQk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u76-7fyHVFg2EzD3ZyW-O_f-GQk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u76-7fyHVFg2EzD3ZyW-O_f-GQk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-26T19:59:55.447+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensieri-natalizi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>In giro, non so dove</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/1i2KJOhV6fM/in-giro-non-so-dove.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 03:52:44 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-5295305229950195590</guid><description>Che dire, voglio evadere.&lt;br /&gt;
Appena mi muovo un attimo in quello che era un ambiente a me familiare, mi ritrovo assalito da milioni di pensieri che vorrei evitare, nascondere, non fare. Saltano fuori veramente troppe cose che mi riportano e ricordano un certo passato che vorrei cancellare dalla mia mente; ho bisogno di non sentire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In questo periodo preferisco evitare di stare a casa mia =) Fortuna che tanti amici mi ospitano :D&lt;br /&gt;
Mi piace, e ci sto prendendo gusto!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0j480r4Mw8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0j480r4Mw8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-5295305229950195590?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ogzJ8t2Om2Fl5oFzI-3ioqGWLhU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ogzJ8t2Om2Fl5oFzI-3ioqGWLhU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ogzJ8t2Om2Fl5oFzI-3ioqGWLhU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ogzJ8t2Om2Fl5oFzI-3ioqGWLhU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-07T12:52:44.651+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-giro-non-so-dove.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>un sorriso...e ho visto la mia fine sul tuo viso..</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/ChX-wik_9-g/un-sorrisoe-ho-visto-la-mia-fine-sul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 04:21:32 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-6035990960703194734</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma c'e qualcosa che non scordo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;c'e qualcosa che non scordo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;che non scordo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;un sorriso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e ho visto la mia fine sul tuo viso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;il nostro amor dissolversi nel vento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ricordo sono morto in un momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi ritorni in mente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma c'e qualcosa che non scordo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-6035990960703194734?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dYxjA29XbrvIJe71FSYSTqB16sg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dYxjA29XbrvIJe71FSYSTqB16sg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dYxjA29XbrvIJe71FSYSTqB16sg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dYxjA29XbrvIJe71FSYSTqB16sg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T13:21:32.986+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-sorrisoe-ho-visto-la-mia-fine-sul.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>continuo a deludermi</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/yiGIOCqs_sM/continuo-deludermi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 03:43:58 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-2957836243208550355</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;buonanotte tra il mare e la pioggia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;la tristezza passerà domattina&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e l'anello resterà sulla spiaggia,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gli uccellini nel vento non si fanno mai male,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanno ali più grandi di me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e dall'alba al tramonto sono soli nel sole.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Continuo a sentirmi preso in giro. Ci sono persone che nemmeno se ne rendono conto; di quanto fa male! Sapere è una grande arma. E alcuni credono di poter svangare dalla verità. E' contagiosa! Non riesce a starsene sola, nascosta. Lei vuole girare e parlare con la gente. E stranamente, è l'unica che viene sempre da me. Occhio non vede, cuore non duole, con me non funzione; l'occhio alla fine, vede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Ci sono gesti veramente, ma veramente brutti. Fatti proprio in faccia ad alcuni, hanno ancora un senso di "sale nelle ferite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E poi, mi vengono a dire che mi vogliono bene: bhuahahhahahahahahhahaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Dov'è la credibilità di chi ha tradito tante e tante volte la tua fiducia, e sempre più pesantemente?!! Eppure, continuano a parlare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E lei appare splendida nei ricordi jpeg di lui. Ma adesso hanno un altro scopo. Insomma, non proprio gesti carini. La soluzione? continuare a sparire, cancellare e nascondersi da occhi indiscreti. Perchè è cosi che si affrontano le cose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E continuo a star male, ricevo continuamente delusioni, e quel che era continua a infrangersi come onde sugli scogli. Ne rimane sempre meno. E in tutto questo, la cosa più straziata e vilipesa e la tua immagine. Ormai è diventata un fotomontaggio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-2957836243208550355?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnSi5BGLa34ZJFFtMvCHrUKCDEc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pnSi5BGLa34ZJFFtMvCHrUKCDEc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-22T12:43:58.354+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/continuo-deludermi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Complessità</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/zhQc5UVwXA4/complessita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 06:31:13 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-6757658847455872190</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quante parole. Ormai solo foglie al vento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Però continuano a riecheggiare nella mia mente; ogni tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tutto rimane ignoto, tranne quello che non devi più dire. Anzi sparire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuori continua a piovere; il tempo passa e le cose cambiano. Che lo si voglia o no. Che piaccia o no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciononostante fa male sapere, leggere, pensare... certe cose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...e tutto porta con se un'immancabile esito. Deleting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-6757658847455872190?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xK4W5Woc7ot39ZgnC7GOv5UKxL0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xK4W5Woc7ot39ZgnC7GOv5UKxL0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xK4W5Woc7ot39ZgnC7GOv5UKxL0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xK4W5Woc7ot39ZgnC7GOv5UKxL0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-21T15:31:13.485+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/complessita.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sciocchi</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/ikXhWS6Dn4Y/sciocchi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 00:11:59 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-8590148169508221033</guid><description>Quando qualcuno ti delude così profondamente, non ci sono parole che possono esprimersi.&lt;br /&gt;
Solo tanti pensieri che vagano nel cosmo nelle più disparate direzioni. E quasi nessuno è per me auspicabile, al momento.&lt;br /&gt;
Ognuno sceglie ciò che è meglio per se stesso, ed al dilà di questo, sceglie comunque la soluzione sbagliata.&lt;br /&gt;
E' finito il tempo di parlare; è inutile ormai. Mi risulta più piacevole e interessante ascoltare il vento. Passeggiare per le strade buie e fredde, perdendo tempo per non rientrare a casa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dormire. Fortunatamente per qualche specie, comincia il letargo!!&lt;br /&gt;
Almeno non sentiranno parole vuote, prive di significato, che la gente continua ostinatamente a pronunciare: e non ne capisco il motivo.&lt;br /&gt;
Insistere così, a che pro? Ormai...&lt;br /&gt;
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Il peso delle nostre scelte ce lo teniamo, volenti o nolenti. Siete disposti a farci i conti? Anche se spesso non capiamo mai cosa voglia dire finche non ci troviamo le situazioni tra le mani...&lt;br /&gt;
Sciocchi che siamo a continuare a dar retta al genere umano. Sciocchi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-8590148169508221033?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m0An-cu1p3XBJ2RvzXC7cOCrtjE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m0An-cu1p3XBJ2RvzXC7cOCrtjE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m0An-cu1p3XBJ2RvzXC7cOCrtjE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m0An-cu1p3XBJ2RvzXC7cOCrtjE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-18T09:11:59.628+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/sciocchi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Aspettando, (in)evolvendo</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/9plQyHqT1oU/aspettando-inevolvendo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 03:40:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-6912498689567568369</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ci sono momenti in cui non resta altro da fare che pensare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non si sa bene a cosa, poi. Momenti di transizione non cercati e non voluti; ma arrivati. Lei nemmeno si rende conto cosa abbia scatenato; cosa invece ha cancellato e distrutto. Come alluvioni che producono danni insormontabili, ha distrutto argini e continuato a far danni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lei che non voleva paragonarsi a quell'Altra... alla fine, spiegagli che differenza c'è?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aspetterà, Lei, in questa giornata, almeno un segnale, una voce che non arriverà. Non c'è motivo per cui non debba esser così. Posti e luoghi di questi giorni si confondono tra realtà e immaginazione. Lui è qui, ma non è qui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Del tempo passato, non rimangono nemmeno più i ricordi. Sembra che anche quelli siano svaniti nel nulla, senza dare spiegazioni. Ci sono soltato alcune immagini, ormai illusioni di una strana follia. Probabilmente, incomprensibili.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E Lui, continuerà tentando di passare oltre, indossando le solite maschere goliardiche, così com'è giusto che sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resta solamente un'immagine di Lei che parlando con Lui, gli racconta una simpatica metafora per fargli capire di non giocare con le persone; e Lui non l'ascolterà.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-6912498689567568369?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoN_bmvt7fS9ydImyhHCMNiSuz8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoN_bmvt7fS9ydImyhHCMNiSuz8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-15T12:40:47.083+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/aspettando-inevolvendo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nulla è nelle mie mani. Tutto è nelle mie possibilità.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/AHQIPwxhorU/nulla-e-nelle-mie-mani-tutto-e-nelle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2010 04:35:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-5007058497730241272</guid><description>Ho bisogno di una doccia per lavar via i segni di tante ferite.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sto cercando di implementare un comando che non riesco ad eseguire: Errore di sistema.&lt;br /&gt;
Qualcuno prova a far partire il format C .... purtroppo potrebbe solamente avere come risultato la riallocazione dello spazio di memoria. Una sorta di deframmentazione.&lt;br /&gt;
Devo far posto a cose nuove; e abituare la testa non è semplice.&lt;br /&gt;
Il comando è stato dato; credo anche che nessuno abbia fatto un backup, per evitare di perder tutto.&lt;br /&gt;
In fin dei conti, siamo solo macchine; per lo più difettose.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cosa accadrà non dipende da me. Cosa non accadrà dipende da me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-5007058497730241272?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RSjVhy3sZLxly9ypnl-XrV1N1qg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RSjVhy3sZLxly9ypnl-XrV1N1qg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T12:35:30.029+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/nulla-e-nelle-mie-mani-tutto-e-nelle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Ostinazione</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/dMi9y-AyUhc/ostinazione.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 04:18:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-6253097737899537251</guid><description>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Spostare le lancette indietro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;...magari servisse a qualcosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Ostinandosi a voler controllare il tempo, se ne perde soltanto.&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/8206802358903466242-6253097737899537251?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/roArTor4KH3aijebOBoHeUfqPg4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/roArTor4KH3aijebOBoHeUfqPg4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/roArTor4KH3aijebOBoHeUfqPg4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/roArTor4KH3aijebOBoHeUfqPg4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T12:18:54.681+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/11/ostinazione.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Questione di secondi...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/db5Q7ONBN44/questione-di-secondi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 04:20:28 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-1656293602091280911</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 secondi possono cambiarti la vita.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 secondi possono toglierti la vita.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10 secondi sono il tempo minimo in cui realizzi nella tua testa che qualcosa è cambiato; cerchi di capire cosa sta succedendo. Te ne fai un'idea. Sono anche il lasso temporale che impieghi a salutare il mondo. [...] ghigliottinando una persona, la testa continua ad essere viva per qualche momento...quei soliti, interminabili dieci secondi. E poi, il pensiero finisce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Niente più ripensamenti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-1656293602091280911?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OjTM52XOA8104gzY59JH6ogRmZY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OjTM52XOA8104gzY59JH6ogRmZY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T12:20:28.501+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/10/questione-di-secondi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cose..</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/l1EVG7Lm0jI/cose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 02:32:29 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-8545850436182848024</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il Colera; Uccide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il Maltempo; Uccide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'Amore, Uccide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-8545850436182848024?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gzEsh7zo66VKrBG7FNJVWNr3xJw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gzEsh7zo66VKrBG7FNJVWNr3xJw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T11:32:29.631+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/10/cose.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Niente di che</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/ACyzm1mk1AU/niente-di-che.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 15:18:46 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-8497130639934525847</guid><description>Ci sono cose di te che proprio non capisco, a volte. Ci sono scelte che non riesco ad accettare. Sarà che conosco molte cose e ciò mi spinge a chiedermi perché cerchi determinate condizioni.&lt;br /&gt;
Ma forse sono queste stesse ragioni che ti spingono verso l'errore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Si, per me sbagli e cerco di fartelo capire, anche se non vuoi. Preferisci andare e fare di testa tua. So che nella tua testa non ci sta più nessuno da un po di tempo; da quando hai cominciato a chiuderti anche con chi ti è sempre stato vicino, più d'ogni altro. So che le cose si complicheranno un bel po a breve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vedremo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-8497130639934525847?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-hwp2dbdeblMl3FN0B0Uz7BtmOo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-hwp2dbdeblMl3FN0B0Uz7BtmOo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-20T00:18:46.836+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/10/niente-di-che.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Dicotomie</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/1ShBRe_22ak/dicotomie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:33:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-5116539959096230785</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: candara;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La donna è un essere irrazionale conoscibile razionalmente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: candara;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L'uomo è un essere puerile razionale conoscibile irrazionalmente;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8206802358903466242-5116539959096230785?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RN0RuBfDfozoHwJ-jgxKnedjXgM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RN0RuBfDfozoHwJ-jgxKnedjXgM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-23T09:33:02.928+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com/2010/08/dicotomie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>La prospettiva, che strano gioco</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yxjO/~3/PoSSRW-J614/la-prospettiva-che-strano-gioco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carmelo Mangiaracina)</author><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 04:20:38 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206802358903466242.post-2745235204637521996</guid><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: candara; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ersino le persone da lontano possono sembrarti formiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Considerazioni notturne sulla diversa percezione che ognuno ha di uno stesso evento, fatto, accadimento. Talvolta simili, talvolta contrastanti, ma non cambiano l'essenza stessa di ciò cui abbiamo assistito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E' interessante vedere come A diventa B. Oppure C per qualcun altro ancora. E tutti sono convinti che la loro sia la veduta migliore, giusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poveri stolti. Ignorano la complicità dell'universo. La verità è una. Io sono uno. La verità è molteplice. Io sono molteplice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Combinazioni di variabili complesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206802358903466242-2745235204637521996?l=baloonellatanadelbianconiglio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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