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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcESXYzfCp7ImA9WhRQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-3457672737810168364</id><published>2011-12-14T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:00:08.884+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T08:00:08.884+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Battiato F." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fruttero C." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucentini F." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kafka F." /><title>Tutto sulla crisi</title><content type="html">«&lt;i&gt;Manovra&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(s. f.) - Rozza imbarcazione usata dagli indigeni lungo il corso del Menga, il grande fiume amazzonico. L'etnologo Lévi-Strauss, che visse per undici mesi nella zona, così ne parla in &lt;i&gt;Tristi tropici&lt;/i&gt;: “Ciò che soprattutto avvilisce queste infelici tribù è l'estrema precarietà della manovra [...]”»&lt;br /&gt;
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«&lt;i&gt;Pil&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(s. m.) - Nome popolare di un pesce della famiglia dei Trichiuridi. [...] il pil è lungo dai 40 ai 60 cm, ma può ridursi fino a 20 o crescere fino al metro abbondante secondo la temperatura dell'acqua»&lt;br /&gt;
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«&lt;i&gt;Deficit&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(s. m.) - Bevanda o pozione inebriante già nota ai poeti dell'antichità classica. [...] Nel suo &lt;i&gt;Declino e caduta dell'impero romano&lt;/i&gt;, Gibbon giudica il deficit una concausa, sebbene minore, della progressiva resa ai barbari: “Tracannavano deficit dalle coppe d'argento mentre il ferro delle spade arrugginiva sotto i triclini”»&lt;br /&gt;
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«&lt;i&gt;Buco&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Giovan Battista, detto anche Buco da Bilancio, pittore italiano attivo a partire dal secolo XIV ca.»&lt;br /&gt;
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(Fruttero &amp;amp; Lucentini, &lt;i&gt;Il cretino in sintesi&lt;/i&gt;, 2002)&lt;/div&gt;
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«Già la mia ascesa deve essere decisiva: per questo vado fin là cavalcando il secchio»&lt;br /&gt;
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(Franz Kafka, &lt;i&gt;Il cavaliere del secchio&lt;/i&gt;, 1921)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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«Siamo figli delle stelle e pronipoti di Sua Maestà il Denaro»&lt;br /&gt;
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(Franco Battiato, &lt;i&gt;Bandiera bianca&lt;/i&gt;, 1981)&lt;/div&gt;
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«[I]l deficit, con la sua allegra proprietà di spumeggiare incontrollabilmente oltre l'orlo del bicchiere, ebbe ai nostri giorni un ritorno di popolarità quando Luchino Visconti lo impose nei “lieti calici” in una memorabile messa in scena della &lt;i&gt;Traviata&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;alla Scala»&lt;/div&gt;
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(Fruttero &amp;amp; Lucentini, &lt;i&gt;Ibidem&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-3457672737810168364?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/bid9VdubXpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/3457672737810168364/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/12/tutto-sulla-crisi.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3457672737810168364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3457672737810168364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/bid9VdubXpw/tutto-sulla-crisi.html" title="Tutto sulla crisi" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/12/tutto-sulla-crisi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQHQHo5eCp7ImA9WhdaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-4379120383922955472</id><published>2011-10-25T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:42:11.420+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T17:42:11.420+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pynchon T." /><title>1960s</title><content type="html">«Un giorno o l'altro, — profetizzava lei, — per queste cose ci saranno i computer, e non dovrai far altro che digitare quello che cerchi, o meglio ancora dettarglielo a voce — come con HAL, l'elaboratore di &lt;i&gt;2001: Odissea nello spazio&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;— per ricevere più notizie di quante te ne sia mai sognate, su tutti i lotti nel Bacino di L.A., fino alle concessioni terriere degli spagnoli: diritti sull'acqua, ipoteche, storico dei mutui, tutto quello che vuoi: dài retta a me, ci arriveremo».&lt;br /&gt;
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(Thomas Pynchon, &lt;i&gt;Vizio di forma&lt;/i&gt;, 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-4379120383922955472?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/Ld6ifZCLCMY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/4379120383922955472/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/10/1960s.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4379120383922955472?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4379120383922955472?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/Ld6ifZCLCMY/1960s.html" title="1960s" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/10/1960s.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFSXY-eSp7ImA9WhdbE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-3764763814874587325</id><published>2011-10-11T11:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:45:18.851+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T11:45:18.851+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Queneau R." /><title>Amleto dello scrittore</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
«Non mi ricordo chi l'ha detto, ma la vita si rivela spesso più strana di un romanzo. Dovrò affrontare questo problema quando scriverò il mio: è meglio essere più, o meno, incredibili della realtà? È meglio procedere con forti dosi o con il contagocce? È meglio esagerare o andarci piano? È meglio aggiungere o togliere? Ah! Cazzo! Com'è difficile l'arte!»&lt;/div&gt;
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(Raymond Queneau, &lt;i&gt;Il diario intimo di Sally Mara&lt;/i&gt;, 1962)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-3764763814874587325?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/aKd2y-vKDJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/3764763814874587325/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/10/amleto-dello-scrittore.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3764763814874587325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3764763814874587325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/aKd2y-vKDJc/amleto-dello-scrittore.html" title="Amleto dello scrittore" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/10/amleto-dello-scrittore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHQHo_eip7ImA9WhdXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-3882956540866845942</id><published>2011-08-28T20:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:45:31.442+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-28T20:45:31.442+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fava G." /><title>Dove andare</title><content type="html">«Io sono diventato profondamente catanese, i miei figli sono nati e cresciuti a Catania, qui ho i miei pochissimi amici ed i molti nemici, in questa città ho patito tutti i miei dolori di uomo, le ansie, i dubbi, ed anche goduto la mia parte di felicità umana. Io amo questa città con un rapporto sentimentale preciso: quello che può avere un uomo che si è innamorato perdutamente di una puttana, e non può farci niente, è volgare, sporca, traditrice, si concede per denaro a chicchessia, è oscena, menzognera, prepotente, e però è anche ridente, allegra, violenta, conosce tutti i trucchi e i vizi dell’amore e glieli fa assaporare, poi scappa subito via con un altro; egli dovrebbe prenderla mille volte a calci in faccia, sputarle addosso “al diavolo, zoccola!”, ma il solo pensiero di abbandonarla gli riempie l’animo di oscurità».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
(Giuseppe Fava, &lt;i&gt;I siciliani&lt;/i&gt;, 1978)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-3882956540866845942?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/wlIgt3q6SoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/3882956540866845942/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/08/dove-andare.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3882956540866845942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3882956540866845942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/wlIgt3q6SoA/dove-andare.html" title="Dove andare" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/08/dove-andare.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MQ3w6cSp7ImA9WhZVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-6372783628090868470</id><published>2011-05-24T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:23:02.219+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T11:23:02.219+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ibn Abi Taleb A." /><title>Saggezza</title><content type="html">لا تكره أحداً مهما أخطأ في حقك&lt;br /&gt;
عش في بساطة مهما علا شأنك&lt;br /&gt;
توقع خيراً مهما كثر البلاء&lt;br /&gt;
أعط كثيراً ولو حُرِمْت&lt;br /&gt;
صِلْ مَنْ قطعك وأعْفُ عَمّنْ ظلمك&lt;br /&gt;
ولا تقطع دعاءك لعزيز لديك&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Hate no one, no matter how much they’ve wronged you,&lt;br /&gt;
live humbly, no matter how wealthy you become,&lt;br /&gt;
think positively, no matter how hard life is,&lt;br /&gt;
give much, even if you’ve been given little,&lt;br /&gt;
keep in touch with the ones who have forgotten you,&lt;br /&gt;
and forgive who has wronged you,&lt;br /&gt;
And do not stop praying for the best for those you love.»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Imam Ali Ibn Abi Taleb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-6372783628090868470?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/shLgMEs6wjM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/6372783628090868470/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/05/saggezza.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/6372783628090868470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/6372783628090868470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/shLgMEs6wjM/saggezza.html" title="Saggezza" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/05/saggezza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIAQHs5fSp7ImA9WhZXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-4932932127195724037</id><published>2011-05-08T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:29:01.525+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T22:29:01.525+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simmel G." /><title>Il paesaggio</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Quando amiamo qualcuno, crediamo di possedere già la sua immagine compiuta, a cui poi si indirizza il sentimento. In realtà, la persona amata non viene mai vista obiettivamente; la sua immagine nasce insieme all'amore, e proprio chi ama non saprebbe dire se il trasformarsi dell'immagine abbia provocato l'amore, o l'amore abbia provocato tale trasformazione.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Georg Simmel, &lt;i&gt;Filosofia del paesaggio&lt;/i&gt;, 1913)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-4932932127195724037?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/fpmiZcOquOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/4932932127195724037/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/05/il-paesaggio.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4932932127195724037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4932932127195724037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/fpmiZcOquOk/il-paesaggio.html" title="Il paesaggio" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/05/il-paesaggio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQ384eSp7ImA9WhZXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-7477640296975478626</id><published>2011-05-01T21:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:04:52.131+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-01T21:04:52.131+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bluvertigo" /><title>L'utensile</title><content type="html">«So che rimarrò distratto per un po', quindi rimarrò altrettanto distante.»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(da &lt;i&gt;La crisi&lt;/i&gt;, Bluvertigo, 'Zero', 1999)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-7477640296975478626?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/j5gc71sLJkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/7477640296975478626/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/05/lutensile.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7477640296975478626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7477640296975478626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/j5gc71sLJkc/lutensile.html" title="L'utensile" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/05/lutensile.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHQHY_fip7ImA9WhZSE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-3627338507642073334</id><published>2011-03-28T21:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:12:11.846+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-28T21:12:11.846+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hanlon R. J." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ockham G." /><title>Piccoli esercizi di decomposizione</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Never attribute to malice that which can be adeguately explained by stupidity.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Robert J. Hanlon, 1980)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Frustra fit per plura quod fieri potest per pauciora.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Guglielmo da Ockham, XIV secolo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-3627338507642073334?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/PNaN2nJlYQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/3627338507642073334/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/piccoli-esercizi-di-decomposizione.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3627338507642073334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3627338507642073334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/PNaN2nJlYQ0/piccoli-esercizi-di-decomposizione.html" title="Piccoli esercizi di decomposizione" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/piccoli-esercizi-di-decomposizione.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRng5cSp7ImA9WhZTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-2889150224444354271</id><published>2011-03-24T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:08:37.629+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-24T11:08:37.629+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yourcenar M." /><title>Ariete</title><content type="html">«Infine e soprattutto, egli era uno di quegli spiriti volubili che si sentono attratti, almeno per un momento, da qualsiasi novità».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Marguerite Yourcenar, &lt;i&gt;Care memorie&lt;/i&gt;, 1974)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-2889150224444354271?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/LMV4LIyE6xU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/2889150224444354271/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/ariete.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2889150224444354271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2889150224444354271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/LMV4LIyE6xU/ariete.html" title="Ariete" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/ariete.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDSXY5cCp7ImA9WhZTF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-6768790017874050389</id><published>2011-03-21T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:46:18.828+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-21T19:46:18.828+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foer J.S." /><title>Postromanticismo</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Gli umani sono gli unici animali che arrossiscono, ridono, credono nelle religioni, fanno la guerra e si baciano con le labbra. Quindi, da un certo punto di vista, più diamo baci con le labbra, e più siamo».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Jonathan Safran Foer, &lt;i&gt;Molto forte, incredibilmente vicino&lt;/i&gt;, 2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-6768790017874050389?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/wqPRJ64rfwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/6768790017874050389/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/postromanticismo.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/6768790017874050389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/6768790017874050389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/wqPRJ64rfwA/postromanticismo.html" title="Postromanticismo" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/postromanticismo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANSXc4fSp7ImA9Wx9aFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-3079292912810185832</id><published>2011-03-07T01:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:29:58.935+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-07T01:29:58.935+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cameron P." /><title>Istruzioni per loser</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« [...] Neanch'io l'ho letto, mi hanno detto di non leggerlo se prima non mi sono innamorato e poi disamorato. (Era stato John: avevo in mente di leggere&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Alla ricerca del tempo perduto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;[...] Mi ha fatto promettere che non lo avrei letto finché non avessi trovato e poi perduto l'amore).»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;(Peter Cameron,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Questo dolore un giorno ti sarà utile&lt;/i&gt;, 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Questa è una cosa che detesto: la gente che quando stai da solo lo trasforma in un problema suo [...] La mia solitudine le dava fastidio: è come quando sei seduto in metropolitana e non sopporti quelli che stanno in piedi. Sembra che lo facciano apposta per farti sentire a disagio. Certe volte ci sono addirittura dei posti liberi [...] ma loro non si siedono, restano lì con l'aria esausta e afflitta come se volessero farti pesare che sei seduto.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;ibidem&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-3079292912810185832?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/nu1TpKfuRyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/3079292912810185832/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/istruzioni-per-loser.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3079292912810185832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3079292912810185832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/nu1TpKfuRyI/istruzioni-per-loser.html" title="Istruzioni per loser" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/03/istruzioni-per-loser.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGQHYyeCp7ImA9Wx9bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-994967062646033524</id><published>2011-02-18T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:32:01.890+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-18T17:32:01.890+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shins (The)" /><title>La mia capitolazione</title><content type="html">«Before we take this ride and let it slide&lt;br /&gt;
into the cracks where fall and winter collide,&lt;br /&gt;
I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love;&lt;br /&gt;
remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(The Shins,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Girl On The Wing&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Oh! Inverted World’, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-994967062646033524?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/zK8rLatC1To" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/994967062646033524/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-mia-capitolazione.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/994967062646033524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/994967062646033524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/zK8rLatC1To/la-mia-capitolazione.html" title="La mia capitolazione" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-mia-capitolazione.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCQH44fyp7ImA9Wx9UE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-7175590059701883121</id><published>2011-02-10T10:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:22:41.037+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-10T11:22:41.037+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="McEwan I." /><title>Fisica et Moralia</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«[...] il principio [di indeterminazione di Heisenberg] non era incompatibile con la conoscenza precisa dello stato di un fotone, ad esempio, a patto che si potesse ripeterne l'osservazione. In termini etici, l'analogia avrebbe previsto l'eventualità di riesaminare una questione morale diverse volte prima di giungere a una conclusione. Ma proprio lì stava il punto: il Principio di Heisenberg sarebbe stato applicabile solo se dividere la somma di giusto e sbagliato per la radice quadrata di due avesse avuto un senso.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Ian McEwan, &lt;i&gt;Solar&lt;/i&gt;, 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-7175590059701883121?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/zim_hTZGb3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/7175590059701883121/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/02/fisica-et-moralia.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7175590059701883121?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7175590059701883121?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/zim_hTZGb3Y/fisica-et-moralia.html" title="Fisica et Moralia" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/02/fisica-et-moralia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQ3YyeCp7ImA9Wx9VFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-2383445404606342210</id><published>2011-01-31T16:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:27:42.890+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-31T16:27:42.890+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shins (The)" /><title>The boys of summer</title><content type="html">«You're old enough boy—too many summers you've enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;
so spin the wheels, set you up with some odd convictions&lt;br /&gt;
'cause you're finally golden boy».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(The Shins, &lt;i&gt;Split Needles&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Wincing the Night Away’, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;
(già in &amp;nbsp;‘Quog’, &lt;i&gt;L'età del loro&lt;/i&gt;, 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-2383445404606342210?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/lDx7BikgRNc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/2383445404606342210/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-of-summer.html#comment-form" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2383445404606342210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2383445404606342210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/lDx7BikgRNc/boys-of-summer.html" title="The boys of summer" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-of-summer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGSX4_eSp7ImA9Wx9WFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-245664327639717389</id><published>2011-01-21T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:20:28.041+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-21T00:20:28.041+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shins (The)" /><title>L'età del loro</title><content type="html">«You're old enough boy,&lt;br /&gt;
too many summers you've enjoyed,&lt;br /&gt;
so splin the wheel,&lt;br /&gt;
we'll set you up with some odd convictions,&lt;br /&gt;
because you're finally golden, boy.»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(The Shins, &lt;i&gt;Split Needles&lt;/i&gt;, 'Wincing the Night Away', 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-245664327639717389?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/JCESzYpeUtU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/245664327639717389/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/01/leta-del-loro.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/245664327639717389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/245664327639717389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/JCESzYpeUtU/leta-del-loro.html" title="L'età del loro" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/01/leta-del-loro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AERXg4eip7ImA9Wx9WEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-7653942197558673600</id><published>2011-01-15T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:28:24.632+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-15T20:28:24.632+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interpol" /><title>Navigazione notturna</title><content type="html">«I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night—that is supposing that you don't sleep tonight».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Interpol, &lt;i&gt;Leif Erikson&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Turn On The Bright Lights’, 2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-7653942197558673600?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/hkuqitQlLK8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/7653942197558673600/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/01/navigazione-notturna.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7653942197558673600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7653942197558673600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/hkuqitQlLK8/navigazione-notturna.html" title="Navigazione notturna" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2011/01/navigazione-notturna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQERXw6fip7ImA9Wx9QFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-3465354789371837774</id><published>2010-12-27T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:05:04.216+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-27T21:05:04.216+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bubna F." /><title>Adagio del potere italico</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Un'altra volta verrò con un esercito di donne a sedare le insurrezioni italiane.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Ferdinand von Bubna, in &lt;i&gt;Annuale storico italiano&lt;/i&gt;, 1864)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-3465354789371837774?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/NtXkYbNxl5k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/3465354789371837774/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/12/adagio-del-potere-italico.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3465354789371837774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/3465354789371837774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/NtXkYbNxl5k/adagio-del-potere-italico.html" title="Adagio del potere italico" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/12/adagio-del-potere-italico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDQ3czeip7ImA9Wx9RFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-2383720517925395462</id><published>2010-12-15T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:37:52.982+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-15T19:37:52.982+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sorrentino P." /><title>L'origine della specie</title><content type="html">«Chi l'ha inventata la vita? Un sadico. Fatto di roba tagliata malissimo».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Paolo Sorrentino, &lt;i&gt;Hanno tutti ragione&lt;/i&gt;, 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-2383720517925395462?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/GivBXiejdBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/2383720517925395462/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/12/lorigine-della-specie.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2383720517925395462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2383720517925395462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/GivBXiejdBo/lorigine-della-specie.html" title="L'origine della specie" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/12/lorigine-della-specie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDR3Y_eip7ImA9Wx9SFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-4806916724244604766</id><published>2010-12-06T19:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:51:16.842+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-06T19:51:16.842+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bianchi M.B." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gozzano G." /><title>Teenagers</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Verso i diciassette anni, mentre intorno a lui il mondo dei ragazzi regolari si lanciava esaltato nel territorio delle esplorazioni sessuali e assaggiava voluttuoso i primi piaceri di una vita autonoma, Marco scopriva con sconfortante accuratezza quali picchi potesse raggiungere la frustrazione adolescenziale. Imbarazzato delle prime pulsioni erotiche, incapace di mischiarsi a i riti camerateschi dei suoi compagni di classe &lt;i&gt;maschi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e del tutto disinteressato alle sessioni di confidenze e prove make-up delle sue compagne di classe &lt;i&gt;femmine&lt;/i&gt;, si ritrovò a dover affrontare con sgomento le ipotesi dell'alienazione e della solitudine, che per la prima volta gli si paravano davanti come spettri minacciosi di un b-movie terribilmente realistico (la sua vita)».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Matteo B. Bianchi, &lt;i&gt;Esperimenti di felicità provvisoria&lt;/i&gt;, 2006)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;«Più tardi seco t'ebbe in suo cammino&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sentimentale, adolescente cieco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;di desiderio, se giungeva l'eco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;d'una voce, d'un passo femminino».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Guido Gozzano, &lt;i&gt;L'ultima infedeltà&lt;/i&gt;, ‘I colloqui’, 1911)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-4806916724244604766?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/44XPxQUdstc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/4806916724244604766/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/12/teenagers.html#comment-form" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4806916724244604766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4806916724244604766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/44XPxQUdstc/teenagers.html" title="Teenagers" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/12/teenagers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INR3k_fCp7ImA9Wx9TGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-4188671365800435912</id><published>2010-11-28T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:19:56.744+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-28T21:19:56.744+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eco U." /><title>A ognuno quel che si merita</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Poi avrebbe convocato il popolo a suffragio universale per far prorogare di dieci anni il suo potere presidenziale, e in seguito per trasformare la repubblica in rinnovato impero - il suffragio universale essendo l'unico rimedio contro la democrazia, perché coinvolge il popolo delle campagne, ancora fedele alla voce dei suoi parroci.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Umberto Eco, &lt;i&gt;Il cimitero di Praga&lt;/i&gt;, 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-4188671365800435912?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/N8WE4HZAjdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/4188671365800435912/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/ognuno-quel-che-si-merita.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4188671365800435912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/4188671365800435912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/N8WE4HZAjdA/ognuno-quel-che-si-merita.html" title="A ognuno quel che si merita" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/ognuno-quel-che-si-merita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INRHk4eSp7ImA9Wx9TGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-5932305985290343569</id><published>2010-11-27T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:59:55.731+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-27T01:59:55.731+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Radiohead" /><title>Pensarti da lontano</title><content type="html">«Been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;
and there's no rest&lt;br /&gt;
should I still love you&lt;br /&gt;
still see you in bed&lt;br /&gt;
but I'm playing with myself&lt;br /&gt;
what do you care?&lt;br /&gt;
When the other men are far far better&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[...]&amp;nbsp;what do you care?&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm not there».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Radiohead, &lt;i&gt;Thinking About You&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Pablo Honey’, 1993)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-5932305985290343569?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/vNzUdTyKPmE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/5932305985290343569/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensarti-da-lontano.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/5932305985290343569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/5932305985290343569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/vNzUdTyKPmE/pensarti-da-lontano.html" title="Pensarti da lontano" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensarti-da-lontano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMSXg8fSp7ImA9Wx9TF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-7076663365340076252</id><published>2010-11-25T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:24:48.675+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-25T20:24:48.675+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shins (The)" /><title>Salto di qualità</title><content type="html">«This town seems hardly worth our time,&lt;br /&gt;
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;
too far along in our crime,&lt;br /&gt;
stepping over what now towers to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;
with no connection».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(The Shins,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Phantom Limb&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Wincing The Night Away’, 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-7076663365340076252?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/5SRZAB0U3wI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/7076663365340076252/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/salto-di-qualita.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7076663365340076252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/7076663365340076252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/5SRZAB0U3wI/salto-di-qualita.html" title="Salto di qualità" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/salto-di-qualita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGRXwzeip7ImA9Wx5VFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-2650833578892467630</id><published>2010-10-07T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:03:44.282+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-07T21:03:44.282+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Martini M." /><title>Disponibilità</title><content type="html">«Sono sempre tua, quando vuoi, nelle notti più che mai,&lt;br /&gt;
dormi qui, te ne vai, sono sempre fatti tuoi.&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto sai che quassù male che ti vada avrai&lt;br /&gt;
tutta me, se ti andrà, per una notte...».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Mia Martini, &lt;i&gt;Minuetto&lt;/i&gt;, ‘Il giorno dopo’, 1973)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-2650833578892467630?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/CZqTS2X1zJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/2650833578892467630/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/10/disponibilita.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2650833578892467630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/2650833578892467630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/CZqTS2X1zJ4/disponibilita.html" title="Disponibilità" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/10/disponibilita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYBRXg6eSp7ImA9Wx5WGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-339578055677993</id><published>2010-10-01T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:09:14.611+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-01T11:09:14.611+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O'Riordan D." /><title>L'autunno caldo</title><content type="html">«October, October&lt;br /&gt;
the summer is over&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going through changes&lt;br /&gt;
I see you again»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Dolores O'Riordan, &lt;i&gt;October&lt;/i&gt;, 'Are You Listening?', 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-339578055677993?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/Hib1L-i3930" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/339578055677993/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/10/lautunno-caldo.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/339578055677993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/339578055677993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/Hib1L-i3930/lautunno-caldo.html" title="L'autunno caldo" /><author><name>gi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06023859371386525141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6WE-bM55iuk/S_RIt5z0BcI/AAAAAAAADCA/itU1UYKkY4s/S220/WebCam_20100429_1916.bmp.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/10/lautunno-caldo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIHRH0-fSp7ImA9Wx5WGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162080633895262270.post-550693214453170657</id><published>2010-09-30T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:12:15.355+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-30T22:12:15.355+02:00</app:edited><title>Sopravvivere a Settembre</title><content type="html">«People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be».&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Iscrizione tra gli arredi scenici in&amp;nbsp;Kevin Williamson (creata da), &lt;i&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/i&gt;, 1998-2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162080633895262270-550693214453170657?l=quogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/quog/~4/z9A-Lsv-n48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/feeds/550693214453170657/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/09/sopravvivere-settembre.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/550693214453170657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162080633895262270/posts/default/550693214453170657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/quog/~3/z9A-Lsv-n48/sopravvivere-settembre.html" title="Sopravvivere a Settembre" /><author><name>Andrea Di Prima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RDuKw9i3fUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACv4/C2szHPk9RcA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quogg.blogspot.com/2010/09/sopravvivere-settembre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

