tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664490237952112562024-03-15T20:47:02.343+01:00Buongiorno!“Le belle parole dei saggi e poeti di tutto il mondo mi aiutano spesso a dire quello che non so esprimere”.
Questa frase di R. Battaglia racchiude un po’ tutti i miei “buongiorno”, utilizzateli pure, quando vengono inoltrati non sono più miei, ma diventano un po’ di tutti, bisogna seminare saggezza, perché… “la saggezza non è nulla se non conduce alla felicità”!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1070125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-73947950071969406572024-01-24T09:59:00.003+01:002024-01-24T10:08:20.781+01:00<p></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Y_cVwtnUAnMh4BHaxP9GxXYC5HIn6LM7wM2qZUtMko6NDPSEm3mL45AmzXwL5ohT3P5_gAnMMvBFxl-REcI65evC86CoIF7wuNSWyaUQ7D1UY2VI1RplwRStoYHmyuIacm-naSn1WNa4nhRyZu87dFo6QKAtDK6GtnWx59KvcW05cQKjx4ysDDnuSC3A/s610/IMG_2133.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="563" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Y_cVwtnUAnMh4BHaxP9GxXYC5HIn6LM7wM2qZUtMko6NDPSEm3mL45AmzXwL5ohT3P5_gAnMMvBFxl-REcI65evC86CoIF7wuNSWyaUQ7D1UY2VI1RplwRStoYHmyuIacm-naSn1WNa4nhRyZu87dFo6QKAtDK6GtnWx59KvcW05cQKjx4ysDDnuSC3A/w295-h320/IMG_2133.jpeg" width="295" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Date a una ragazza le scarpe giuste e conquisterà il mondo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Marilyn Monroe)</div></span></div></h1><p></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-49455960922375339702024-01-08T09:00:00.001+01:002024-01-08T09:00:00.130+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1385" data-original-width="1600" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhX6dUAZ5f8KHOuZ_GKTeT2vuEZGtqDIgjUfQA57uN_jFsXVb-ATynLNnJCrBgQ5-eyZXQ3k7NXhLqrWdrhUJt6sm_8gKeV31HEeVlju--bIevujnMQBhqdk-j1OdYRCUZEdWASkm9EHo6XMWna5gpVwMa1iO3zffo65XIC_euEdfmn3Daxy3pMbkPTztx=w320-h277" width="320" /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">C'è voluto del tempo per scoprire che ci sono cose che si devono perdere per poterle capire, e altre, invece, che non bisogna lasciarsi mai sfuggire perché probabilmente non troveranno più la strada del ritorno e condanneranno all'eterna nostalgia.<br />(Laura Imai Messina)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><span id="quote_book_link_20805207" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-64875172737203738562023-11-02T08:30:00.001+01:002023-11-02T08:30:00.147+01:00<span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9zgtYnlKbUw-YajqhliwmXGDgo9f7dL-qigIQmsHFCtSol1Pdrt5xgFvbJp4LxqVieBVzvpYXIu67F5eZOktf9P1t-9XPGskWbptSwhOA7FRkVkbBLVS13xViXSgaBQh04MRarSg1hA-2Sweaik5dB27nKgaHSn3QM6F4FYFuOn_vsDu5UE19FTfUCrj-" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="626" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9zgtYnlKbUw-YajqhliwmXGDgo9f7dL-qigIQmsHFCtSol1Pdrt5xgFvbJp4LxqVieBVzvpYXIu67F5eZOktf9P1t-9XPGskWbptSwhOA7FRkVkbBLVS13xViXSgaBQh04MRarSg1hA-2Sweaik5dB27nKgaHSn3QM6F4FYFuOn_vsDu5UE19FTfUCrj-" width="320" /></a></div>Coloro che amiamo e che abbiamo perduto non sono più dove erano, ma sono ovunque noi siamo.</span><div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">(Sant'Agostino)</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-1373798759409993352023-08-17T08:00:00.001+02:002023-08-17T08:00:00.132+02:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuEzSbrU7yDVJ8ikzsQKTyq1S6fBM9DMpy7rlac-UNnrFGxg1N-GBEIs6lsDJwe2XyAs0Tfeg4N0lXBcZhgfcHj4vZHz8iuddMHZfvJ0Djbd2NAZ0MCdUBhmySTFTjaWhjFrNNPNU2vSQxrY8gz9T85CiOKGqDD8LfpwJ__EqpEwBTG7H-ckgXzE5PbLk/s432/mani.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="432" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuEzSbrU7yDVJ8ikzsQKTyq1S6fBM9DMpy7rlac-UNnrFGxg1N-GBEIs6lsDJwe2XyAs0Tfeg4N0lXBcZhgfcHj4vZHz8iuddMHZfvJ0Djbd2NAZ0MCdUBhmySTFTjaWhjFrNNPNU2vSQxrY8gz9T85CiOKGqDD8LfpwJ__EqpEwBTG7H-ckgXzE5PbLk/s320/mani.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Non è necessario avere una religione per avere una morale. Perché se non si riesce a distinguere il bene dal male, quella che manca è la sensibilità, non la religione".</div></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">(Margherita Hack)</div></span><p></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-88825561982486657142023-06-21T08:00:00.001+02:002023-06-21T08:00:00.141+02:00<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYgjjdwHOo40YPpHFvSmyQr28_3_ZjOYqYAv9_xFgtXxrtKOLMzkMDlBDoVD87ktmvhtVbGxWocEaLY6NFamGEgPbQpWzgBgbBwFHdQmQ2ONjX_JOI7qlbiUxEVlfjfaJMXmfpY9qR2Tv6FiPxMo-eJFRfaQc8nJEqPP9Qrc07VHjfK_Znh0gKehBeswX/s3264/IMG_4157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYgjjdwHOo40YPpHFvSmyQr28_3_ZjOYqYAv9_xFgtXxrtKOLMzkMDlBDoVD87ktmvhtVbGxWocEaLY6NFamGEgPbQpWzgBgbBwFHdQmQ2ONjX_JOI7qlbiUxEVlfjfaJMXmfpY9qR2Tv6FiPxMo-eJFRfaQc8nJEqPP9Qrc07VHjfK_Znh0gKehBeswX/s320/IMG_4157.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">D’inverno non vedete l’ora che arrivi l’estate. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;">D’estate avete paura che torni l’inverno. Per questo non vi stancate mai di rincorrere il posto dove non siete: dove è sempre estate.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">(Tim Roth)</span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-67732907805461308462022-10-04T15:25:00.002+02:002022-10-04T15:25:32.947+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Rzx1nKwkO-PQzVDXLTKOnjMNVB4_eIuau9eHuA5QZEGK3l8BqfP7AS8oN-qVdRHQd1RJm5k-wSlwolZUXJ_kLMPhtLeQiV9GCNXC_XWUxNEkE6qFpS6qOo4eB5ATXvo3u7ESI8OnoDcBPeDX7BMuQ1pz85tz_802L3g2WDE-tPTXRM3y4t_l0KIfyw/s3264/VT_0256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Rzx1nKwkO-PQzVDXLTKOnjMNVB4_eIuau9eHuA5QZEGK3l8BqfP7AS8oN-qVdRHQd1RJm5k-wSlwolZUXJ_kLMPhtLeQiV9GCNXC_XWUxNEkE6qFpS6qOo4eB5ATXvo3u7ESI8OnoDcBPeDX7BMuQ1pz85tz_802L3g2WDE-tPTXRM3y4t_l0KIfyw/w320-h240/VT_0256.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Non c’è uomo più completo di colui che ha viaggiato, che ha cambiato venti volte la forma del suo pensiero e della sua vita.<br />(Alphonse de Lamartine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1wtBn-sdQOpZbGaH4Y338CFnLONjfCbpOAcLTVWUEgwST3HFVDAiTNGopuiMhiqgXeBjAG2xB5sBFnX2Jcb_wHNyZOKC-CIvhxiPeXYFSSBwVAseLD4fqgUZjHqc8EuHPKURdG1mzXDK6kCXHzZY-n08lK9O6lARhBr8_6GQid6LLTaiIZn7l-1y9w/s3264/IMG_0256.jpg">)</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-28832483799166330802022-07-06T19:47:00.000+02:002022-07-06T19:47:55.067+02:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-d22yixjoC2JO_0Z1WBjIT-tPbgWU0JA8dtocg_m9V97vsozvj5hpH8Q7l7s9aUoB-0z_1q35FHAr1_VoyhS3Rlk9N0NtNj4hX7iQ8QbqqifOhAS3ZuUjhHUY9CWOdWkev_PVMmuqWuJh6P9TP_DIRY152FUdbgYPxYDioLepDap4F0iZFUz-qsuZ4Q/s500/Salto1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="361" data-original-width="500" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-d22yixjoC2JO_0Z1WBjIT-tPbgWU0JA8dtocg_m9V97vsozvj5hpH8Q7l7s9aUoB-0z_1q35FHAr1_VoyhS3Rlk9N0NtNj4hX7iQ8QbqqifOhAS3ZuUjhHUY9CWOdWkev_PVMmuqWuJh6P9TP_DIRY152FUdbgYPxYDioLepDap4F0iZFUz-qsuZ4Q/s320/Salto1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Essere pronto è molto, saper attendere è meglio, ma sfruttare il momento è tutto.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Arthur Schnitzler)</span><p></p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-12860560461999956532022-03-31T17:18:00.001+02:002022-03-31T17:18:45.572+02:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSw9vzC58MquUIxCluY3woBd5ad3NaHU_f4roh-BFk8bsoKqlIb6EJ3NcGRSQ7ajrNG_zLhuTtIoVBnl7AoWG0oc_pBnMux3yG6e-y20dnlY8GD-mXX-eQVb_ZbVDSnAqd7AnyQ50jnc1b_T_o5IQQ4lxmoKxJvyYdLpWbybucqs40F10iYDfYfAesw/s2048/fot%20VT.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="2048" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSw9vzC58MquUIxCluY3woBd5ad3NaHU_f4roh-BFk8bsoKqlIb6EJ3NcGRSQ7ajrNG_zLhuTtIoVBnl7AoWG0oc_pBnMux3yG6e-y20dnlY8GD-mXX-eQVb_ZbVDSnAqd7AnyQ50jnc1b_T_o5IQQ4lxmoKxJvyYdLpWbybucqs40F10iYDfYfAesw/s320/fot%20VT.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>Tutti i bambini sono degli artisti nati; il difficile sta nel fatto di restarlo da grandi.<br />(Picasso)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-13240264955165524672022-02-15T16:00:00.001+01:002022-02-15T16:00:33.482+01:00<p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"Ma quando arrivano le vacanze, Lloyd?"<br />"Sir, le vacanze sono ospiti graditi. Ma pur sempre ospiti"<br />"Quindi non si sa quando arrivano?"<br />"Quindi arrivano quando si è pronti ad accoglierle, sir"<br />"Questione di tempo da dedicare..."<br />"O di spazi da liberare, sir"<br />"Nell'agenda del mese, Lloyd?"<br />"Nella vita di tutti i giorni, sir"<br />(Vita con Lloyd)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhm1DVsfs0KB1duksTrVgr4zbkGVpx8FJx_VPao5VHBSZj1BvhrZv9axuNulFVps57RYE-gu6xqMBnSV-LTeMXXxAWvnpay2k87hjrBRIo3vWMSzjOY-qOQExXGdmoEcgSAF6zm_hxhhrACJE5x0rodCuZH0TwRM9KWkaVC92oRA7bCq-jXa8x8wxXWJg=s2772" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2261" data-original-width="2772" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhm1DVsfs0KB1duksTrVgr4zbkGVpx8FJx_VPao5VHBSZj1BvhrZv9axuNulFVps57RYE-gu6xqMBnSV-LTeMXXxAWvnpay2k87hjrBRIo3vWMSzjOY-qOQExXGdmoEcgSAF6zm_hxhhrACJE5x0rodCuZH0TwRM9KWkaVC92oRA7bCq-jXa8x8wxXWJg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-78506318601283821082021-11-15T19:08:00.002+01:002021-11-15T19:08:57.173+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2Gy8uJS1T4g/YZKh0myqKqI/AAAAAAAALXo/6jsY_nPpWTQojPMImvx_Xqhd8b-RZ3dbgCLcBGAsYHQ/kenya.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2Gy8uJS1T4g/YZKh0myqKqI/AAAAAAAALXo/6jsY_nPpWTQojPMImvx_Xqhd8b-RZ3dbgCLcBGAsYHQ/kenya.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Le persone non smettono mai di mancarci. Impariamo soltanto a vivere tenendoci dentro, in qualche modo, l’enorme abissale vuoto lasciato dalla loro assenza. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Alyson Noël)</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-32061014305147557762021-10-08T09:41:00.001+02:002021-10-08T09:41:29.720+02:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CvnLJFX-wBg/YV_1iF1JzRI/AAAAAAAALVU/MvFy7jSt1WwN4FK6gBrGbh4qDFGIOmOtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/vitamina%2Bproject.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="1280" height="221" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CvnLJFX-wBg/YV_1iF1JzRI/AAAAAAAALVU/MvFy7jSt1WwN4FK6gBrGbh4qDFGIOmOtQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h221/vitamina%2Bproject.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quando non si sente qualcuno per un po’, non si ricevono notizie, email, contatti, i giapponesi tendono ad ipotizzare: “Sarà occupato” 「忙しいんだろうね」. E non si accusa, non ci si offende. Non ci si arrabbia. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mancanza di interesse? Affatto. La chiamerei piuttosto presa di coscienza dei ritmi, dello scorrere del tempo che è diverso per ognuno di noi. Come differente è il modo di rapportarsi all’altro. Da queste parti non si salta tanto facilmente alle conclusioni. Le si sospende. E si aspetta che il reale ci fornisca le risposte.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Laura Imai Messina)</span></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-86085709399677901052021-08-30T08:00:00.014+02:002021-08-30T08:00:00.218+02:00<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a;">Ogni persona deve guardare per tutta la vita verso quattro direzioni:</span><br />Di fronte, per vedere dove sta andando<br />Dietro, per ricordare da dove viene<br />Sotto, così da non calpestare nessuno<br />Ai lati…per vedere chi lo accompagna nei momenti difficili.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WMhNglgBRE/YSktZqKVXmI/AAAAAAAALTg/qjEpRezC_-4fAyge1MXX4TD_8pKK360IgCLcBGAsYHQ/s940/blog.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WMhNglgBRE/YSktZqKVXmI/AAAAAAAALTg/qjEpRezC_-4fAyge1MXX4TD_8pKK360IgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/blog.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-65055416176229427922021-08-26T08:00:00.001+02:002021-08-26T08:00:00.195+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZfwiPIL9L7w/YSZlIcj_KpI/AAAAAAAALTY/5pWym4PsqRk7Mt8Az4TFDWxwnBCfIz-TQCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="996" height="173" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZfwiPIL9L7w/YSZlIcj_KpI/AAAAAAAALTY/5pWym4PsqRk7Mt8Az4TFDWxwnBCfIz-TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h173/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">“Non riesco a capire come una donna possa uscire di casa senza sistemarsi un minimo, anche solo per educazione. Non si sa mai, magari proprio quel giorno è destino che incontri l'uomo della sua vita... ed è meglio prepararsi bene al destino.”</span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div style="text-align: justify;">(Coco Chanel)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-90905858575334919772021-08-25T16:46:00.003+02:002021-08-25T16:51:52.511+02:00<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;">Innamorati di te, della vita e dopo di chi vuoi.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;">(Frida Khalo)</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl27RSHbt0M/YSZXon8AwGI/AAAAAAAALTQ/B627tWwTwbYqeG6H0zUQCVkuPwFvKCIJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s940/Copia%2Bdi%2BCopia%2Bdi%2BPost%2B87.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl27RSHbt0M/YSZXon8AwGI/AAAAAAAALTQ/B627tWwTwbYqeG6H0zUQCVkuPwFvKCIJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Copia%2Bdi%2BCopia%2Bdi%2BPost%2B87.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-88046385872240846242020-09-24T08:30:00.001+02:002020-09-24T08:30:05.364+02:00<div class="separator"><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1000" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0fMSjQzdxM/X2ueDBPd5TI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/FTe77KQswVwTc9fNvVbQdE7Oc2WxBILhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/room1884.jpg" width="320" /></p></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, system-ui, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, system-ui, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif;">Ci sono due tipi di persone - quelli che entrano in una stanza e dicono, 'Bene, eccomi!' e quelli che entrano </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, system-ui, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif;">e dicono, 'Ah, eccoti!'.</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, system-ui, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">(Frederick Lewis Collins)</div></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-47863671594864760172020-09-17T08:30:00.001+02:002020-09-17T08:30:00.723+02:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUwj9fJOQwA/X2ILAPDnz7I/AAAAAAAAKwk/W1Yh0YWB6qoeBNpaJ_4ZAptfmCWgKag9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/trino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUwj9fJOQwA/X2ILAPDnz7I/AAAAAAAAKwk/W1Yh0YWB6qoeBNpaJ_4ZAptfmCWgKag9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/trino.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #151515;">Nella vita le cose passano sempre, come in un fiume. Anche le più difficili che ti sembra impossibile superare le superi, e in un attimo te le trovi dietro alle spalle e devi andare avanti.</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #151515; text-align: justify;">Ti aspettano cose nuove.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #151515; text-align: justify;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #151515; text-align: justify;">(Niccolò Ammaniti)</span></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466449023795211256.post-12333418442727166842020-09-02T08:00:00.000+02:002020-09-02T08:00:04.928+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ho un rapporto strano con le porte.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Non le chiudo mai a chiave.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Piuttosto le accosto.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">È un difetto, credo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mancanza di coraggio, forse.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ma mi succede di non chiudere le porte.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lascio che siano gli eventi a farlo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dopotutto chi sono io per stabilire chi deve uscire per sempre dalla mia vita?</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In genere chi prende un'altra strada lo fa da solo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Piano piano. Un passo alla volta.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Una scelta dopo l'altra.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Così, io lascio aperto.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Perché non si sa mai.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Magari un giorno chi era uscito, si presenta davanti a quell'uscio e, trovando aperto, si siede per un caffè.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E - se sarà passato abbastanza tempo, abbastanza orgoglio e abbastanza dolore - chiederò: </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Con quanto zucchero?</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(Paola Felice)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 12pt;">Noi non possiamo trasformare la disperazione in speranza, e questa è una magia. Possiamo asciugare le lacrime e sostituirle con i sorrisi.</span></div>
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