<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543</id><updated>2011-12-19T23:59:24.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>saeglopur</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8964479509840026039</id><published>2011-12-19T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:57:57.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CARATTERIZZAZIONE SULL'ESATTEZZA</title><content type='html'>un teorema lungo due pagine che dovrei studiare.&lt;br /&gt;invece ho dato un'occhiata alla timeline di fb.&lt;br /&gt;cioè, tutto molto per caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fa paura. dico davvero.&lt;br /&gt;e non lo so, per fortuna che questa roba non ce l'avevo nel 2006 e dintorni, altrimenti sarei uscita pazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poi a ritornare su certe frasi, certe foto, certi messaggi, io sinceramente provo una sensazione strana, tipo inadeguatezza, alienazione, non so qual è il termine esatto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guardiamo le cose in prospettiva e subito vien fuori il problema: ci disperiamo per cose che al più dovrebbero farci dispiacere.&lt;br /&gt;mettiamo il megafono alle emozioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutto è raccontato, descritto, amplificato, analizzato.&lt;br /&gt;tutto è da dire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non c'è niente da dire, invece. non adesso.&lt;br /&gt;restiamo zitti per una settimana o due.&lt;br /&gt;share the silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8964479509840026039?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8964479509840026039/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8964479509840026039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8964479509840026039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8964479509840026039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/12/caratterizzazione-sullesattezza.html' title='CARATTERIZZAZIONE SULL&apos;ESATTEZZA'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2675711980549040000</id><published>2011-11-23T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:32:01.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOLITI IGNOTI</title><content type='html'>il motivo per cui non entro a far parte delle associazioni studentesche a sfondo politico è principalmente uno: nessun tesserato la pensa mai come me.&lt;br /&gt;potrebbe cambiare idea? forse.&lt;br /&gt;potrei cambiare idea? forse.&lt;br /&gt;mi va di convincere la gente? no.&lt;br /&gt;mi va di essere convinta dalla gente? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le cose stanno così, ricordatelo quando 'sta tessera scade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-2675711980549040000?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2675711980549040000/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2675711980549040000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2675711980549040000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2675711980549040000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/11/insoliti-ignoti.html' title='INSOLITI IGNOTI'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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conviene, torna indietro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma tu no, valutate male la situazione, è tutto diverso, è una persona diversa, sono diversa io poi, non è la stessa cosa e comunque anche se fosse? la scorsa volta non è andata male &lt;i&gt;per questo motivo&lt;/i&gt;. la colpa in fin dei conti non era tutta mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la terza volta comprendi definitivamente che avevi sbagliato. sbagli ugualmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siamo a tre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la quarta volta hai capito. la colpa era proprio tutta tua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ora fondamentalmente sei su quel confine sottile, puoi scegliere. gli altri non ti diranno niente perché non lo sanno. non lo sai nemmeno tu, in effetti. questa è la chiave di lettura. &lt;i&gt;non lo sai&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;non lo so. se smetto di chiedermelo, &lt;i&gt;magari&lt;/i&gt; non rovino tutto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smetto di chiedermelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chissene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6555185211220216543-7661189399224222951?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/7661189399224222951/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=7661189399224222951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/7661189399224222951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/7661189399224222951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/11/degenerazioni.html' title='DEGENERAZIONI'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2206565655195286954</id><published>2011-10-12T22:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:35:32.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>REFRESH!</title><content type='html'>quante informazioni riusciamo a ricordare?&lt;br /&gt;dopo quanto tempo perdiamo il ricordo di un suono, di una sensazione, di un sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho una pessima memoria, tranne che per le cose che mi hanno fatto male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-2206565655195286954?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2206565655195286954/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2206565655195286954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2206565655195286954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2206565655195286954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/10/refresh.html' title='REFRESH!'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5882919114332483614</id><published>2011-10-05T22:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:46:13.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SBAM</title><content type='html'>non ho ancora capito.&lt;div&gt;ma ho comprato tantissime caramelle senza zucchero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che secondo me per capire sono indispensabili.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liquirizia e limone, soprattutto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(vorrei mettermi in pausa, e invece devo correre a perdifiato)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-5882919114332483614?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5882919114332483614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5882919114332483614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5882919114332483614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5882919114332483614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/10/sbam.html' title='SBAM'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-6314877877753991443</id><published>2011-09-07T19:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:27:25.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BELIEVABILITY</title><content type='html'>non so, nessuno di voi ha vent'anni e sente di essere in ritardo?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fxZL0LIxK-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-6314877877753991443?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fxZL0LIxK-Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4379028306855846605</id><published>2011-08-08T10:18:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:07:36.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA VITA È UN'ESTATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'è poco da fare, me so' mbriacata di Mannarino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LX262a4TWjE/TkAGhNszFjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QI3O1u3_Njg/s1600/mannataglia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638513901150869042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LX262a4TWjE/TkAGhNszFjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QI3O1u3_Njg/s400/mannataglia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6555185211220216543-4379028306855846605?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4379028306855846605/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4379028306855846605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4379028306855846605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4379028306855846605'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zxgs3eZOv0g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-9167251806027254512</id><published>2011-07-19T11:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:23:09.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE A BORE!</title><content type='html'>la faccio sempre un po' troppo lunga..&lt;div&gt;non potrei semplicemente concentrarmi sui metodi diretti per la risoluzione di sistemi di equazioni lineari?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che poi tipo ieri sera ho scoperto che studiare il decadimento di una sostanza chimica si riduce a un problema di ricerca di zeri di funzione.. il che mi gasa un sacco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quindi.. vabbè, forza, metodi diretti per la risoluzione di sistemi di equazioni lineari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pochi giorni e poi vacanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;una settimana. di vacanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e poi analisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su, su.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(la cosa divertente è che mentre obama mette in piedi cose come &lt;a href="http://www.changetheequation.org/why/why-stem/"&gt;change the equation&lt;/a&gt; per potenziare la stem education e michael gove alla royal society dichiara che &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.politics.co.uk/comment-analysis/2011/06/29/michael-gove-on-mathematics-and-civilisation"&gt;history is driven, above all, by mathematics and the power it gives us to understand, predict and control the world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, io ancora incontro gente orgogliosa di non sapere la tabellina del nove.. va' a capire.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-9167251806027254512?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/9167251806027254512/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=9167251806027254512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/9167251806027254512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/9167251806027254512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-bore.html' title='YOU&apos;RE A BORE!'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3730480707488119492</id><published>2011-07-16T10:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:42:48.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IWLF</title><content type='html'>è divertente vedere l'italia wave permeato di leccesità fino al midollo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-3730480707488119492?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-75256288169121868</id><published>2011-07-03T23:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:04:07.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SÌ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sono una bella persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ci sono quei momenti in cui - grazie per lo più a qualche sovrabbondanza ormonale - ci rendiamo conto delle cose belle che la vita ci ha spedito impacchettate in carta da regalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cioè, non quelle cose tipo il grande amore, l'amica del cuore, la mamma modello, eccetera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tipo quando eri giù di morale e non lo potevi dire e però intorno avevi chi ti voleva bene e lo capiva lo stesso che c'era un problema. Che magari era una cretinata, ok, ma per te no, e allora si trovava il modo di starti accanto, di parlare, di ridere insieme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tipo quando succedeva che uscivi, perennemente accompagnata da un'incapacità cronica di essere decisiva nei momenti decisivi e però intorno avevi chi ti sosteneva, chi ti faceva notare che eri proprio una cogliona ma che, vabbè, non fa niente! sarà per la prossima, su.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poi i momenti passano, e accanto ai regali si accatastano anche le badilate di merda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anche quelle son momenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Però mentre il regalo lo scarti e sei felice per una settimana e "che bello, come sono fortunata",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;le badilate quelle no, quelle proprio restano e lasciano un alone che manco ad usare cillit bang continuativamente per un mese, ecco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fondamentalmente è questo che rovina i rapporti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E d'altro canto, hanno tutti ragione; è inutile dire "ho sbagliato" o "hai torto tu", è inutile guardare i fatti con l'oggettività della giustizia, non esiste giustizia che tenga fuori e ugualmente dentro gli equilibri della mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Insomma, tutto questo per dire che in fin dei conti sono una bella persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfettibile, assolutamente, come tutti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma non posso sentirmi in colpa per questo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buonanotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(è calcolo numerico che mi dà questo sprint introspettivo, non sottovalutare mai la potenza delle matrici)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-75256288169121868?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/75256288169121868/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=75256288169121868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/75256288169121868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/75256288169121868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/07/si.html' title='SÌ'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2308747738075215640</id><published>2011-06-17T23:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:40:03.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RI-BUM</title><content type='html'>Ma che poi cosa avrò voluto dire con quel (piacevolmente)?&lt;div&gt;Ottimismo da due soldi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(È ufficiale che internet &lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=does-addictive-internet-use-restructure-brain"&gt;ci frigge la materia grigia&lt;/a&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/6555185211220216543-2308747738075215640?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2308747738075215640/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2308747738075215640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2308747738075215640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2308747738075215640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/06/ri-bum.html' title='RI-BUM'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-6915002420599700438</id><published>2011-06-17T23:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:35:38.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SQOIHQUmn-0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il problema fondamentale è la mancanza di prospettiva storica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il distacco rispetto agli eventi del passato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La consapevolezza che il presente è qui e ora; che sì, vabbè, tutto quello che ti pare, ma anche basta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il problema fondamentale è che sto nel medioevo, ecco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-6915002420599700438?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/6915002420599700438/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=6915002420599700438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/6915002420599700438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/6915002420599700438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2011/06/bum.html' title='BUM'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SQOIHQUmn-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3071046075354357480</id><published>2011-06-17T23:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:00:12.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>«GLI AGGETTIVI SEDUCONO, I SOSTANTIVI ANNOIANO»</title><content type='html'>«Quello che ti scombussola fino all'esasperazione negli incontri decisivi è che pensi sempre che&lt;i&gt; tu non puoi essere decisivo&lt;/i&gt;. L'insicurezza cronica che ciascuno di noi si coltiva dentro come un cancro. Cosicché non ci credi, non ci puoi credere. Lei guardava me come se fossi l'unico al mondo a volerla avere tra le braccia, come se non ci fosse nessun altro. Questo mi lasciò come il ramo secco dopo il passaggio dell'uragano.»&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Paolo Sorrentino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Hanno tutti ragione"&lt;/span&gt;&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/6555185211220216543-3071046075354357480?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3071046075354357480/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-1910005703344425325</id><published>2010-12-31T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:57:38.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8gNDUZZduKE?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-1910005703344425325?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/1910005703344425325/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5607454445287275189</id><published>2010-11-27T18:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:05:00.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING IN LECCE</title><content type='html'>Viviamo in un incantesimo,&lt;div&gt;tra palazzi di tufo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in una grande pianura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sulle rive del nulla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mostriamo le caverne di noi stessi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- qualche palmizio, un santo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lordo di sangue nei tramonti, un libro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lento, di pochi fatti che rileggiamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;più volte, nell'attesa che ci dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutte assieme la vita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le cose che crediamo di meritare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vittorio Bodini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Foglie di tabacco"&lt;/span&gt;&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/6555185211220216543-5607454445287275189?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5607454445287275189/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5607454445287275189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5607454445287275189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5607454445287275189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/11/living-in-lecce.html' title='LIVING IN LECCE'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-830988390020309159</id><published>2010-10-22T13:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:29:31.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU REMEMBER?</title><content type='html'>quand'è che ho smesso di guardare il bicchiere mezzo pieno?&lt;div&gt;cioè, non che sia mai stata il ritratto della positività, ma almeno prima riuscivo a vedere i raggi di luce fra le nuvole  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e usavo le lettere maiuscole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e i punti e le virgole e i punti e virgola!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forse è vero, forse l'automiglioramento è una cazzata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma poi, cioè, che vuol dire essere migliore? migliore rispetto a cosa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probabilmente ero più trasparente quattro anni fa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e, nonostante tutto, ho nostalgia di questo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sara, we miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-830988390020309159?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/830988390020309159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=830988390020309159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/830988390020309159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/830988390020309159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-remember.html' title='DO YOU REMEMBER?'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8071253066379928250</id><published>2010-10-16T17:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:06:52.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>già, è semplice. è tanto semplice. è sempre semplice perché non siete alla ricerca di niente.&lt;div&gt;sono gli altri che cercano voi. siete la meta, siete l'obiettivo, siete il cazzo di desiderio di qualcuno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;così tutto è molto facile. diventa tutto molto facile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutti vogliono una bella scatola vuota da riempire con i rigurgiti di se stessi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quello che nessuno vuole è una scatola pesante e difficile da trasportare e impossibile da aprire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eppure per me è la leggerezza ad essere insostenibile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8071253066379928250?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8071253066379928250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8071253066379928250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8071253066379928250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8071253066379928250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/10/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3038581178717498426</id><published>2010-05-08T12:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:00:15.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1.13</title><content type='html'>cazzo, ci ho messo un'estate a cancellare dalla testa domande tipo "quando fai la spesa cosa comperi?" "di che colore hai colorato i mobili?"&lt;br /&gt;poi te ne esci dal nulla e mi chiedi di sentire il profumo delle tue lenzuola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mi pare ovvio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-3038581178717498426?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3038581178717498426/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=3038581178717498426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3038581178717498426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3038581178717498426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/05/113.html' title='1.13'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2308845037421455367</id><published>2010-03-26T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:47:31.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PREOCCUPAZIONI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Come si fa a fidarsi di uno sconosciuto affidandogli un libro che ami tanto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oggi partecipavo a &lt;a href="http://albyok.altervista.org/pensoscrivo/archives/1010"&gt;questa cosa&lt;/a&gt; e ho avuto delle difficoltà enormi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fondamentalmente avevo due preoccupazioni: 1.il libro sarà in grado di illuminare un pochino l'esistenza dello sconosciuto? e soprattutto 2.il libro sarà trattato bene come merita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho passato il pomeriggio a passeggiare chiedendomi che aspetto dovrebbe avere uno che nella vita ha proprio bisogno di leggere &lt;em&gt;Il giardino dei Finzi-Contini&lt;/em&gt;: ha i capelli ricci? la barba? un maglione blu? porta gli occhiali?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' difficilissimo non avere parametri di scelta validi. Posso aver scartato l'uomo giusto solo perchè indossava un paio di scarpe argentate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dopo un'ora e mezza che girovagavo, mi sono resa conto che ormai la parte paranoica schizzata strafissata aveva preso il sopravvento e che in effetti la questione era più semplice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi sono avvicinata alla macchina di un ragazzo con la felpa a righe, ho rischiato l'infarto dato che non mi ero accorta che questo qui aveva due cani attaccabrighe ringhianti sul sedile posteriore e ho fatto quello che dovevo fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ciao, questo libro è per te. Buona lettura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spero solo non si schieri dalla parte di Micol, ecco tutto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-2308845037421455367?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2308845037421455367/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2308845037421455367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2308845037421455367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2308845037421455367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/03/preoccupazioni.html' title='PREOCCUPAZIONI'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3653884890588885269</id><published>2010-03-16T00:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:13:40.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MA POI?</title><content type='html'>Mi chiedi perchè proprio tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trentatrè anni fa mi rispondevo&lt;br /&gt;elencando i caratteri requisiti&lt;br /&gt;misurando al goniometro&lt;br /&gt;l'angolo del tuo sopracciglio&lt;br /&gt;rapportando la misura al parametro&lt;br /&gt;e il parametro al canone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venticinque anni fa mi rispondevo&lt;br /&gt;che non sapere perché il gorgonzola&lt;br /&gt;fra tutti i formaggi ti è caro&lt;br /&gt;non toglie alla tua predilezione una ratio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diciott'anni fa mi rispondevo&lt;br /&gt;imputando il bidello&lt;br /&gt;che vendeva le focaccine&lt;br /&gt;di averne magata una&lt;br /&gt;con un filtro d'amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieci anni fa mi rispondevo&lt;br /&gt;con le congiunzioni celesti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi mi rispondo&lt;br /&gt;che non lo so&lt;br /&gt;e che se la risposta non viene&lt;br /&gt;dal sopracciglio&lt;br /&gt;     dal gorgonzola&lt;br /&gt;           dalla focaccina&lt;br /&gt;                  dagli astri&lt;br /&gt;dobbiamo tenerci stretti al mistero&lt;br /&gt;e non fiatare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michele Mari &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cento poesie d'amore a Ladyhawke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-3653884890588885269?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3653884890588885269/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=3653884890588885269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3653884890588885269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3653884890588885269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/03/ma-poi.html' title='MA POI?'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8497999409556371082</id><published>2010-02-23T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:06:15.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Posso anche accettare il fatto di aver sognato che la mia prof di latino e greco ci interrogava tutti a Bologna e poi ce ne andavamo a casa in un treno-pullman, contemplando dai finestrini lo splendido mare bolognese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma che presentassi il festival di Sanremo (assieme a mia nonna, poi!), PROPRIO NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8497999409556371082?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8497999409556371082/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8497999409556371082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8497999409556371082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8497999409556371082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2449994704009906633</id><published>2010-02-14T19:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:28:57.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRE LOS OJOS</title><content type='html'>Ieri doveva essere la serata Francis Ford Coppola.&lt;br /&gt;Al più quella da filmetto italiano sugli anni '70, ecco.&lt;br /&gt;Poi non ho resistito e sono finita sul solito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apri gli occhi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ovvero, la pellicola spagnola del 1997 rimaneggiata da Cameron Crowe per diventare il &lt;em&gt;Vanilla Sky&lt;/em&gt; del 2001.&lt;br /&gt;La prima volta che ho visto &lt;em&gt;Vanilla Sky&lt;/em&gt; me la ricordo bene. Anche la seconda. E anche la terza.&lt;br /&gt;David (Tom Cruise), avvenente magnate dell'editoria prende il posto di César (Eduardo Noriega), giovane ristoratore di bell'aspetto; il sorriso inquietante di Julie (Cameron Diaz) si sostituisce a quello di Nuria (Najwa Nimri); e Sofia resta sempre Sofia, una Penélope Cruz con qualche anno di meno che, invece di guadagnarsi da vivere con la danza, si trova a fare l'attrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senza la colonna sonora strafiga, senza i personaggi limati e ben costruiti, senza il sapiente montaggio holliwoodiano, quel che resta nella versione originale è un messaggio, così tanto vicino da fare paura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A volte sogni di essere con una persona, per esempio con tuo padre; e nel giro di un secondo si trasforma in tua madre e poi in quello del chiosco all'angolo.. eppure hai la sensazione di parlare con la stessa persona. E anche se credevi di stare a casa tua d'un tratto ti rendi conto che sei in una scuola o in un ospedale o in una prigione.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sogni sono così; e a volte la mente umana si comporta come se si trovasse in un sogno."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanilla Sky&lt;/em&gt; è impacchettato benissimo e tocca esattamente le corde che deve toccare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apri gli occhi&lt;/em&gt;, nella sua ruvidità, ha la limpida pretesa di far riflettere su un'idea, anche semplice, se vogliamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possiamo vivere la vita reale. Possiamo essere i registi di un sogno. Ma in entrambi i casi dobbiamo accettare le regole del gioco e fare i conti con ciò che non abbiamo la facoltà di controllare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalmente, credo che la mia testa abbia difficoltà oggettive a suggerirmi cosa è meglio fare per manipolare la realtà a mio piacimento, quindi mi ritrovo a fare i conti con una dimensione mentale parallela, che ha molti pro e moltissimi contro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comunque. Bel film, eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-2449994704009906633?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2449994704009906633/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2449994704009906633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2449994704009906633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2449994704009906633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2010/02/abre-los-ojos.html' title='ABRE LOS OJOS'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-271992307224397642</id><published>2009-11-17T00:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:34:56.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK</title><content type='html'>Oggi ho sinceramente fatto una cazzata.&lt;br /&gt;Potevo scegliere un cielo che non si sognerebbe nemmeno Turner, con dei colori così belli che non esistono da nessuna parte. Potevo scegliere una colonna sonora con i controcazzi e il venticello tra i capelli e l'aria fresca ma non troppo del pomeriggio. Potevo scegliere quel senso di leggerezza euforica che hai quando smetti di pensare alle cose future e ti concentri sull'immediato presente e ti ritornano in mente le cose come quando assaggi una madeleine imbevuta di tè.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invece no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nota: le cose giuste sono solo giuste, non sono affatto belle.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-271992307224397642?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/271992307224397642/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=271992307224397642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/271992307224397642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/271992307224397642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-five-oclock.html' title='IT&apos;S FIVE O&apos;CLOCK'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-7852559664604710189</id><published>2009-10-15T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:37:02.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH I HAD..</title><content type='html'>E' difficile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-7852559664604710189?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/7852559664604710189/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=7852559664604710189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/7852559664604710189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/7852559664604710189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-had.html' title='I WISH I HAD..'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-387352156538646069</id><published>2009-09-08T23:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:20:10.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ASTRONAVI</title><content type='html'>Questa mattina ho messo per la prima volta piede nell'aula M0 in veste ufficiale di studentessa preuniversitaria.&lt;br /&gt;Sono molto scettica su questa cosa e non so come proseguirà nè come andrà a finire.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti quelli che ci sono passati dicono di non preoccuparsi, tutti quelli che ancora devono passarci dicono che vorrebbero essere nei miei panni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, io invece mi preoccupo e vestirei volentieri panni più comodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che sono ancora nel limbo dei maturati non immatricolati, sarà che mi scoccia proprio che la prima lezione del lunedì è analisi, sarà che penso troppo e come al solito creo troppi problemi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà pure che in effetti ho la sensazione che queste cose che sto vivendo non stiano accadendo &lt;em&gt;veramente&lt;/em&gt; in maniera irreversibile. Come se, insomma, potessi riavvolgere il nastro, premere pausa, registrarci sopra. Come se potessi decidere di ritornare, rivivere, modificare, eliminare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a ben pensarci, il senso di possibilità da quinto postulato era scomparso da un pezzo, nella mia vita. Ora ritorna e dovrò pur farci i conti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non troppi, però.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buonanotte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-387352156538646069?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/387352156538646069/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=387352156538646069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/387352156538646069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/387352156538646069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2009/09/astronavi.html' title='ASTRONAVI'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-6045378780995342823</id><published>2009-07-21T17:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:03:54.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AUT AUT ET ET</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;C'era una volta un ornitorinco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa storia continua, ma non si sa bene come.&lt;br /&gt;L'ornitorinco può scegliere di fare A, non A oppure non scegliere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa farà l'ornitorinco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-6045378780995342823?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/6045378780995342823/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=6045378780995342823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/6045378780995342823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/6045378780995342823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2009/07/aut-aut-et-et.html' title='AUT AUT ET ET'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3689028233690912254</id><published>2009-03-13T23:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:56:01.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS</title><content type='html'>Andatevene un po' affanculo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-3689028233690912254?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3689028233690912254/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-422180137084228052</id><published>2009-02-15T19:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:53:42.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BICCHIER D'ACQUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And the feeling is, that there's something wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I can't find the words and i can't find the songs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stooooop whiiiiiiiispeeeeriiing, staaart shooooutiiing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-422180137084228052?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2592321771217669341</id><published>2009-01-04T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:55:54.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RÊVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SWFKmWfADWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xFjwJG2a-_A/s1600-h/sopra+la+citt%C3%A0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589460240764258" style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SWFKmWfADWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xFjwJG2a-_A/s400/sopra+la+citt%C3%A0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sopra la città, &lt;/em&gt;Marc Chagall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-2592321771217669341?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2592321771217669341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2592321771217669341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2592321771217669341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2592321771217669341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2009/01/rves.html' title='RÊVES'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Gli uomini onesti&lt;br /&gt;non dicono &lt;em&gt;io vado&lt;/em&gt;: cantano pianissimo&lt;br /&gt;se una strada li porta, se una curva spalanca&lt;br /&gt;un mare abbagliante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Massimo Gezzi                                            &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/6555185211220216543-3654939674958556447?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3654939674958556447/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=3654939674958556447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3654939674958556447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3654939674958556447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/12/direzioni.html' title='DIREZIONI'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-545863393858183243</id><published>2008-12-17T11:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:28:47.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TBC</title><content type='html'>La perfezione è fatta di materia e forma.&lt;br /&gt;Di astratto e concreto.&lt;br /&gt;Di potenza e atto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manca sempre o l'una o l'altra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-545863393858183243?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/545863393858183243/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=545863393858183243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/545863393858183243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/545863393858183243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/12/tbc.html' title='TBC'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4769201153684475569</id><published>2008-12-16T22:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:44:54.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RETROMARCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Si deve sempre scrivere solo testi d'amore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' necessario ogni volta mentire al nostro cuore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non sarebbe meglio liberarsi e confessare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ero davvero partita con l'idea di essere leggera.&lt;br /&gt;Di fare un tentativo.&lt;br /&gt;Di provare.&lt;br /&gt;Ma proprio non ce la faccio.&lt;br /&gt;Rimango dolcemente e dolorosamente schiava di idee platoniche tanto perfette quanto astratte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-4769201153684475569?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4769201153684475569/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4769201153684475569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4769201153684475569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4769201153684475569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/12/retromarcia.html' title='RETROMARCIA'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8721210044187223860</id><published>2008-12-10T17:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:26.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UAAARGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And all you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is where else you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're at home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out on the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are so many possibilities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To not be alone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(è un periodo di amore et odio con i puntini di sospensione.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8721210044187223860?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8721210044187223860/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8721210044187223860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8721210044187223860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8721210044187223860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/12/uaaargh.html' title='UAAARGH'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3352896764928436700</id><published>2008-12-04T23:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:49:14.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTAERAUNABRUTTAGIORNATA</title><content type='html'>Arriverà il giorno in cui guarderai al passato con lucidità.&lt;br /&gt;In cui darai interpretazioni nuove e capirai come sono andate le cose.&lt;br /&gt;In cui saprai quali sono gli sbagli che hai fatto e quali i motivi per cui li hai commessi.&lt;br /&gt;In cui capirai le tue paure, i tuoi freni, le tue negligenze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel giorno arriva, se sai guardare al passato.&lt;br /&gt;Se te lo trovi ogni tanto davanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seneca, maledetto Seneca.&lt;br /&gt;E vabbè, 'notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(perché le cose, anche quando sembra vadano bene, in realtà vanno male?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-3352896764928436700?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3352896764928436700/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=3352896764928436700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Comunicazione.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi ha l'esigenza di ostentare sempre ed in ogni situazione una sicurezza tanto solida quanto ipocrita, suscita irrimediabilmente la mia più sincera e sentita nimistà nei suoi confronti, sebbene essa sia mitigata da una certa clementia che, PER ORA, ispira le mie azioni e i miei comportamenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine comunicazione.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(beh, stavolta comunque niente accendini...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-1853449920131091567?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/1853449920131091567/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=1853449920131091567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1853449920131091567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1853449920131091567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/11/nitroglicerina-parte-seconda.html' title='NITROGLICERINA - PARTE SECONDA'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-900511349079769980</id><published>2008-10-25T19:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:59:39.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BU!</title><content type='html'>Eccessivamente uguali, eccessivamente differenti.&lt;br /&gt;Sì, va meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNYNA-1vKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_3Rpg2rqcAM/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261145770323983522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNYNA-1vKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_3Rpg2rqcAM/s400/charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNX7sRTAkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xLUwBYjSt-M/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-900511349079769980?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/900511349079769980/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=900511349079769980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/900511349079769980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/900511349079769980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/10/bu.html' title='BU!'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/SQNYNA-1vKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_3Rpg2rqcAM/s72-c/charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-1584246112095589036</id><published>2008-10-19T14:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:14:41.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FRONTE OCCIDENTALE</title><content type='html'>Avete mai desiderato di stare accanto a una persona solo per sentire il suo respiro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-1584246112095589036?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/1584246112095589036/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=1584246112095589036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1584246112095589036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1584246112095589036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/10/avete-mai-desiderato-di-stare-accanto.html' title='FRONTE OCCIDENTALE'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8576975978603182370</id><published>2008-10-13T20:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:39:00.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MIGRAZIONI</title><content type='html'>No, non succederà, è ovvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' più che ovvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queste cose a me non succedono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè sorprendersi, ormai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che chiedo troppo, sì, sarà questo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Così, non viviamo mai, ma speriamo di vivere; e, disponendoci a essere felici, è inevitabile che non lo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;siamo mai."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Pensieri - &lt;/em&gt;Blaise&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Pascal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8576975978603182370?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8576975978603182370/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8576975978603182370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8576975978603182370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8576975978603182370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/10/migrazioni.html' title='MIGRAZIONI'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4935544170359341207</id><published>2008-10-06T21:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:58:51.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING ON</title><content type='html'>Se resti ferma, ti accorgi molto di più di quanto gli altri cambino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno di provare un'aria diversa, di lasciarvi perdere, di capire cosa è essenziale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno del freddo, della pioggia, del vento gelido sulle guance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno di partire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-4935544170359341207?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4935544170359341207/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4935544170359341207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4935544170359341207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4935544170359341207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-on.html' title='MOVING ON'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-7999755357376938948</id><published>2008-09-05T23:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:55:59.771+02:00</updated><title type='text'>{ma sicuro, perchè poi certe cose uno ha pure bisogno di dirle, ogni tanto..}</title><content type='html'>Ecco, io non odio le persone. No, sono troppo fragili, non puoi certo odiarle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma la falsità mi fa proprio schifo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, niente, mi andava di dirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buonanotte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-7999755357376938948?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/7999755357376938948/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=7999755357376938948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/7999755357376938948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/7999755357376938948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/09/ma-sicuro-perch-poi-certe-cose-uno-ha.html' title='{ma sicuro, perchè poi certe cose uno ha pure bisogno di dirle, ogni tanto..}'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-9129017003121947291</id><published>2008-09-01T19:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:20:36.931+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AHIA.</title><content type='html'>Scuola estiva di fisica, primo giorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riflessione 1: non prenderò mai fisica all'università.&lt;br /&gt;Riflessione 2: nove ore di fisica possono provocare gravi danni alla salute.&lt;br /&gt;Riflessione 3: quella materia che si studia al secondo liceo classico per due ore a settimana e che convenzionalmente viene chiamata fisica, in realtà non è veramente fisica. E' come dire che "Esplorando il corpo umano" è biologia, ecco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massì, quanto meno si conosce nuova gente, si imparano cose nuove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sotto stress, quando ho un centinaio di problemi da risolvere, funziono meglio perché comprendo le priorità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Però mi fa male la testa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Riflessione 4: esistono le carrucole mobili. Tipo cioè che si muovono come si muove la corda. Ma chi poteva immaginarselo?}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-9129017003121947291?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/9129017003121947291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=9129017003121947291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/9129017003121947291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/9129017003121947291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahia.html' title='AHIA.'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-2851276168754960035</id><published>2008-07-23T01:32:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:46:31.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLLANI CARIOCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.collinarea.it/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bollani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.collinarea.it/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bollani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musica90.net/progetti/venariafestival/venaria2008_img/bollani.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questi qui dal vivo sono un orgasmo per le orecchie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6555185211220216543-2851276168754960035?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/2851276168754960035/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=2851276168754960035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2851276168754960035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/2851276168754960035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/07/bollani-carioca.html' title='BOLLANI CARIOCA'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8538101541328293720</id><published>2008-07-19T17:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:29:15.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG...TUMP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Aggressively we all defend the role we play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regrettably time's come to send you on your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've seen it all, bonfires of trust to flash floods of pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't really matter, don't you worry, it'll all work out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, it doesn't even matter, don't you worry that ain't what it's all about."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Exitlude&lt;/em&gt;  -  The Killers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8538101541328293720?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8538101541328293720/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8538101541328293720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8538101541328293720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8538101541328293720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/07/bangtump.html' title='BANG...TUMP.'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8255452968856829506</id><published>2008-07-17T23:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:44:17.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DÉJÀ VU</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Non credo che le persone siano fatte per stare da sole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' per questo che se trovi qualcuno a cui tieni sul serio devi lasciar perdere le cose di poco conto, anche se magari non riesci a mollare del tutto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perchè niente è peggio che sentirsi soli pur avendo un sacco di persone attorno.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questo caso la morale è: non lamentarti, perchè la soluzione che verrà proposta per il tuo problema potrebbe essere peggio del problema stesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[E comunque voglio Marcel Proust.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8255452968856829506?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8255452968856829506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8255452968856829506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8255452968856829506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8255452968856829506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/07/dj-vu.html' title='DÉJÀ VU'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-162446681591844693</id><published>2008-06-29T23:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:58:07.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...è apatico in apparenza giacchè la sua maggior vita la trova nella sua mente ed in se stesso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[dal &lt;em&gt;Diario di Elio Schmitz&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono cose che non si possono cambiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fattene una ragione.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-162446681591844693?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/162446681591844693/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=162446681591844693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/162446681591844693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/162446681591844693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/06/loop.html' title='LOOP'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-3503671273163028321</id><published>2008-06-21T23:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:40:27.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEGGIA'...</title><content type='html'>C'è da dire, comunque, che suoniamo veramente bene, quando ci mettiamo d'impegno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sono molto felice che il clima di tensione che si era venuto a creare abbia lasciato il posto ad una sana, moderata e gentile critica. Durerà?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intanto, domenica spacchiamo. Me lo sento. (eeeggià...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(avevo bisogno di lasciare un po' da parte la modestia, che volete?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Notte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-3503671273163028321?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/3503671273163028321/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=3503671273163028321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3503671273163028321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/3503671273163028321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/06/eeeggia.html' title='EEEGGIA&apos;...'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-420441470988767190</id><published>2008-06-20T14:51:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:47:21.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EHEHEH</title><content type='html'>Deggiu: &lt;em&gt;"Allora, i biglietti li prendo per il 17 o per il 18?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "&lt;em&gt;Mah, che differenza può mai fare, prendili per il 17.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.06.08 - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOMBARDIA&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Persistenza di un'estesa copertura nuvolosa per tutta la giornata con sviluppo di precipitazioni a prevalente carattere di rovescio o temporale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.06.08 - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOMBARDIA&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Bella giornata di sole su tutti i settori con rare nubi stratiformi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fu così che le nostre prodi eroine, nonostante la pioggia (e il fango e i veneti e il tipo alto due metri e dieci), riuscirono ad ascoltare i Radiohead in concerto a Milano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprono i Blue Dreams: molto irlandeggianti e similsigurròs, propongono interessanti scelte strumentali; degna di nota la tastierista, che suona secondo il ben famoso metodo "&lt;em&gt;la Musa mi ispira&lt;/em&gt;" (tale ben famoso metodo prevede contorsioni varie sullo strumento, occhi all'indietro e, laddove possibile, qualcosa da infilare sulla testa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando sul palco (dopo un'interminabile parentesi reggae) salgono Thom Yorke e compagnia bella, da lassù finalmente comprendono che è il momento di smetterla con l'acqua torrenziale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Step, Bodysnatchers, All I Need, Lucky, Nude sino a Karma Police (che teneri!), Street Spirit, Idioteque e nel mezzo My Iron Lung, Everything In Its Right Place, Exit Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un concerto da uao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Phil Selway e i suoi polsi paranormali. Viva Colin Greenwood e il suo basso deciso (seeeee, finalmente un volume decente!). Viva Ed O'Brien, che nonostante tutto sa essere moderatamente fico. Viva Jonny Greenwood che suona la chitarra e nel frattempo usa il manico per suonare il sintetizzatore (!). Viva Thom Yorke e la sua voce in grado di attraversare ogni dannata fibrocellula del corpo. Viva la magliettina verde, il gilet nero, le barre luminose, gli Psychopathic Romantics e i k-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e Giuliano dixit: "&lt;em&gt;Perchè a settembre non andate a vedere i Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e comunque io una Black Star la volevo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-420441470988767190?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/420441470988767190/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=420441470988767190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/420441470988767190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/420441470988767190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/06/deggiu-allora-i-biglietti-li-prendo-per.html' title='EHEHEH'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-9031656147734680138</id><published>2008-06-04T21:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:54:26.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SENSO UNICO</title><content type='html'>Mi sto esaurendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ennò, cazzo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-9031656147734680138?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/9031656147734680138/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=9031656147734680138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/9031656147734680138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/9031656147734680138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/06/senso-unico.html' title='SENSO UNICO'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4403754771908571028</id><published>2008-05-22T22:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:26:26.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ZUPPA INGLESE ALLE FRAGOLE</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;La bellezza non è una qualità delle cose stesse: essa esiste soltanto nella mente che le contempla ed ogni mente percepisce una diversa bellezza.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;La regola del gusto&lt;/em&gt; - David Hume]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Io non vado pazza per la filosofia, ma penso che le persone come David Hume siano vagamente apprezzabili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ero in procinto di lanciarmi in una disquisizione a carattere introspettivo d'ispirazione pseudofilosofica. Ma il fatto è che sono particolarmente abulica in questo periodo, degna quasi dello Zeno di sveviana memoria...eeh, che dobbiamo fare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-4403754771908571028?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4403754771908571028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4403754771908571028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4403754771908571028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4403754771908571028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/05/zuppa-inglese-alle-fragole_22.html' title='ZUPPA INGLESE ALLE FRAGOLE'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4404995509053988415</id><published>2008-05-05T18:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:03:45.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Le cose importanti sono le seguenti: Uno, Due, Tre, Quattro, Cinque, Sei, Sette, Otto, Nove, Dieci, Undici, Dodici e Tredici. Anche Quattordici e Quindici, se vogliamo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi dispiace, Lei non è fra le cose importanti."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma poi che cazzo ne sai tu, dico io!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-4404995509053988415?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4404995509053988415/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4404995509053988415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4404995509053988415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4404995509053988415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/05/le-cose-importanti-sono-le-seguenti-uno.html' title='BAH'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-1088342697946933745</id><published>2008-05-01T23:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:46:47.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>esse-bi-a-gi-elle-i</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Perchè l'ordine è la fine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;è un principio già di morte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-1088342697946933745?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/1088342697946933745/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=1088342697946933745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1088342697946933745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1088342697946933745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/05/esse-bi-gi-elle-i.html' title='esse-bi-a-gi-elle-i'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5592448607608809201</id><published>2008-04-18T18:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:40:42.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3,3 kW</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"[...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day is safe news of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;The rival&lt;/em&gt; - Sylvia Plath]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo so, lo so. Ma per ora è così.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-5592448607608809201?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5592448607608809201/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5592448607608809201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5592448607608809201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5592448607608809201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/04/33-kw.html' title='3,3 kW'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-412765288498296545</id><published>2008-04-15T23:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:24:06.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY - *DON'T PANIC!*</title><content type='html'>Se non fosse per un paio di cose - fra cui l'andamento della politica italiana - potrei dire di essere estremamente felice, in questo periodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strano come le persone possano sorprenderti, a volte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buonanotte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-412765288498296545?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/412765288498296545/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=412765288498296545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/412765288498296545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/412765288498296545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/04/hitchhikers-guide-to-galaxy-dont-panic.html' title='THE HITCHHIKER&apos;S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY - *DON&apos;T PANIC!*'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4247510472883724205</id><published>2008-04-11T23:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:32:39.175+02:00</updated><title type='text'>m = 100g</title><content type='html'>In certi problemi, basta mettere la massa uguale a cento grammi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mantenere la calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E il problema - tadàn! - si risolve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-4247510472883724205?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5087247915549187783</id><published>2008-04-08T14:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:51:33.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NITROGLICERINA</title><content type='html'>Niente lettore mp3, niente macchinetta fotografica.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure sono sopravvissuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sette giorni in Grecia possono insegnarti un sacco di cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesso so giocare a burraco e suonare la canzone del sole.&lt;br /&gt;So com'è l'alba vista dal mare e quant'è bello fare a battaglia di palle di neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So che alla fine un modo per cavarsela c'è sempre e che se un bicchiere è mezzo vuoto significa che è anche mezzo pieno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So di essere la solita asociale, nonostante i piccoli passi avanti.&lt;br /&gt;E so che, chissà perchè, a loro voglio bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ricomincia con un sorriso, tanti pensieri e una montagna da scalare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla prossima, cari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-5087247915549187783?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5087247915549187783/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5087247915549187783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5087247915549187783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5087247915549187783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/04/nitroglicerina.html' title='NITROGLICERINA'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-1101900764076444158</id><published>2008-03-16T22:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:00:11.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ignite your bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-1101900764076444158?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/1101900764076444158/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=1101900764076444158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1101900764076444158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/1101900764076444158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/03/aria.html' title='ARIA'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-820476652490137606</id><published>2008-03-15T17:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:34:09.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAAAGOLEEEEE</title><content type='html'>Punto primo: oggi ho mangiato le prime vere fragole dell'anno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punto secondo: grazie. Anche se il lungo dicembre trascorso è stato travagliato e sofferto, è bello scoprire che mi ha lasciato qualcosa di positivo dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fra ieri e oggi il mio contatore è stato messo a dura prova ed ha rischiato di saltare per una marea di motivi differenti e differentemente combinati. Ma, nonostante tutto, sono serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strano come canzoni su cui hai pianto lacrime amare possano essere canticchiate adesso con il sorriso sulle labbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie, davvero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"[...] I can't remember the last thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you said as you were leaven'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the days go by so fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's one more day up in the canyons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's one more night in Hollywood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think that I could be forgiven...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you would [...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's been a long December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's reason to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe this year will be better than the last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember all the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to tell my myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hold on to these moments as they pass..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;A Long December - &lt;/em&gt;Counting Crows]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-820476652490137606?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/820476652490137606/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=820476652490137606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/820476652490137606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/820476652490137606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/03/fraaagoleeeee.html' title='FRAAAGOLEEEEE'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4591260038158986125</id><published>2008-03-10T19:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:23:14.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ΙΘΑΚΗ(Σ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Quando uscirai per andare a Itaca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fa' voti che sia lungo il tuo viaggio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pien di peripezie e di conoscenze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giammai i Lestrigoni ed i Ciclopi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o il fiero Poseidone incontrerai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se tu non li trasporti nel tuo spirito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se l'alma tua non te li pone avanti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itaca ti sia sempre nel pensiero:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a giungere colà sei destinato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma il viaggio cerca di non affrettare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meglio è che tu resista per molt'anni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e che tu approdi all'isola ormai vecchio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ricco di ciò che hai guadagnato in viaggio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;senza aspettar da Itaca ricchezze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itaca invero t'ha donato il viaggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senz'Itaca viaggiato non avresti."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;["&lt;em&gt;Itaca&lt;/em&gt;" , Costantinos Kavafis - traduzione di Paolo Stomeo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(La Sbast ha trovato Com Lag a 4.90 euro! Ma che mondo ingiusto!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-4591260038158986125?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4591260038158986125/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4591260038158986125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4591260038158986125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4591260038158986125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='ΙΘΑΚΗ(Σ)'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-6382416951126359741</id><published>2008-03-06T23:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:50:12.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>B(elgio) 612</title><content type='html'>Questa notte rimarrei ad ascoltare il rumore della pioggia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resterei seduta accanto al mio fiore sotto la campana di vetro, guardando le gocce che scendono lente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.babeleweb.net/intranet/resize2.asp?path=locandadelpittore/img746-01-1.jpg&amp;amp;width=390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se qualcuno ama un fiore, di cui esiste un solo esemplare in milioni e milioni di stelle, questo basta a farlo felice quando lo guarda. [...] Ma se la pecora mangia il fiore, è come se per lui tutto a un tratto, tutte le stelle si spegnessero! E non è importante questo?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(da "&lt;em&gt;Il piccolo principe&lt;/em&gt;" di Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-6382416951126359741?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/6382416951126359741/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=6382416951126359741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/6382416951126359741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/6382416951126359741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/03/belgio-612.html' title='B(elgio) 612'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5290481503729100709</id><published>2008-03-05T14:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:22:31.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED 1</title><content type='html'>Nel periodo pre-lobotomia, quando ancora non avevo addormentato quella parte del cervello che si occupava delle seghe mentali, tutto era molto diverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensare troppo fa male, certo, ma perlomeno ti consente di vivere in una dimensione pseudofelice e atemporale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, il problema non è che mi manchi il sorriso ebete da pseudofelicità.&lt;br /&gt;Il problema è che sento troppo il tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo è un male?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrebbe essere.&lt;br /&gt;Ma forse anche no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, fatto sta che questa nuova filosofia "starnutisci, non pensare", sebbene mi costi fatica, dà anche i suoi risultati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E come disse un saggio: "Tutto andrà come deve andare".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, non era una citazione degli 883. Ma proprio no.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-5290481503729100709?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5290481503729100709/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5290481503729100709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5290481503729100709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5290481503729100709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/03/untitled-1.html' title='UNTITLED 1'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5985391593152885567</id><published>2008-03-01T13:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:34:22.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OB O PROPTER PIU' ACCUSATIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Uff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gestire diplomaticamente le relazioni con gli altri mi risulta notevolmente complicato, in questo momento, sebbene sia estremamente necessario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-5985391593152885567?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5985391593152885567/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5985391593152885567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5985391593152885567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5985391593152885567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/03/ob-o-propter-piu-accusativo.html' title='OB O PROPTER PIU&apos; ACCUSATIVO'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-975462995247829577</id><published>2008-02-25T00:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:43:48.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AL FIN RESPIRO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Un uomo è seduto nella stanza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guarda il rubinetto che goccia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’uomo pensa: è una goccia. Io potrei alzarmi e andarlo a chiudere, ma non posso fare tutto io.&lt;br /&gt;Intanto le gocce cadono una dopo l’altra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’uomo nella stanza vede il lavandino che si riempie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vede la fatale goccia che fa traboccare il vaso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vede l’acqua che cade sul pavimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sente i piedi che incominciano a bagnarsi e pensa: prima o poi, goccia dopo goccia si allagherà la stanza.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa: il pavimento cederà sotto il peso dell’acqua. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma il pavimento della mia stanza è il soffitto della stanza di sotto. Miliardi di gocce sfonderanno il pavimento e allagheranno la stanza del piano inferiore con tutti gli oggetti utili e inutili e le persone che la abitano. Le stanze cadranno una sopra l’altra fino a far crollare il palazzo e l’acqua seppellirà le macerie.&lt;br /&gt;Un uomo è seduto nella stanza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guarda il rubinetto che goccia e vede il diluvio.&lt;br /&gt;E pensa: non è possibile. No, proprio non è possibile.&lt;br /&gt;Così si gira e guarda verso il muro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smette di pensare alla goccia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorride, si addormenta e affoga serenamente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ascanio Celestini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le interpretazioni deviano i comportamenti delle persone.&lt;br /&gt;C'è una verità oggettiva che nessuno di noi conosce.&lt;br /&gt;Io neppure.&lt;br /&gt;E allora, perchè pensarci?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-975462995247829577?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/975462995247829577/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=975462995247829577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/975462995247829577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/975462995247829577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/02/al-fin-respiro.html' title='AL FIN RESPIRO?'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-5432204462574897579</id><published>2008-02-15T22:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:07:50.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEH, IL CASO...</title><content type='html'>"- &lt;em&gt;Forse non l'ho baciato veramente&lt;/em&gt;, - ho detto.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;em&gt;Forse l'ho solo immaginato&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (da &lt;em&gt;Il primo che sorride&lt;/em&gt; di Martino Ferro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se togli al tuo cervello il piacere delle elucubrazioni mentali mentre è sveglio, è ovvio che si rifarà quando tu dormi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma tutto sommato, forse va bene così. Sì, va decisamente bene così.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sogni d'oro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-5432204462574897579?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/5432204462574897579/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=5432204462574897579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5432204462574897579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/5432204462574897579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/02/eeeh-il-caso.html' title='EEEH, IL CASO...'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-8816368228994515647</id><published>2008-02-07T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:50:46.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"HAPPINESS IS REAL ONLY WHEN SHARED"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.screenhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/intothewild.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="343" alt="" src="http://www.screenhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/intothewild.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Benny, mio dio, come farà a cavarsela? Non sopporterei che finisse così.."&lt;br /&gt;- "Ehm...Sara, credo manchi poco più di dieci minuti alla fine del film.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonna sonora firmata Eddie Vedder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paesaggi da brividi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terribilmente affascinante il caro Emile Hirsch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia spettacolare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bello bello bello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e scorci della soundtrack pseudofolkeggiante sono tranquillamente reperibili &lt;a href="http://www.pearljamonline.it/intothewild/intothewildindex.htm"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6555185211220216543-8816368228994515647?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/8816368228994515647/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=8816368228994515647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8816368228994515647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/8816368228994515647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/02/benny-mio-dio-come-far-cavarsela-non.html' title='&quot;HAPPINESS IS REAL ONLY WHEN SHARED&quot;'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555185211220216543.post-4048714730721798967</id><published>2008-02-07T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:49:14.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAEFATIO</title><content type='html'>La nostra casa, in realtà, era &lt;a href="http://www.bloggers.it/saeglopur/index.cfm"&gt;questa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi, siamo stati costretti a traslocare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dunque, eccoci qua, senza macchia e con un po' di paura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon proseguimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&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/6555185211220216543-4048714730721798967?l=saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/feeds/4048714730721798967/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555185211220216543&amp;postID=4048714730721798967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4048714730721798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555185211220216543/posts/default/4048714730721798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltatricedipozzanghere.blogspot.com/2008/02/praefatio.html' title='PRAEFATIO'/><author><name>sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjc9rTh8GZ4/TLngraLKcOI/AAAAAAAAABY/vt5Emv7c_Es/S220/48907_1454814746_307812_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
