tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16355148194770319602012-02-16T02:04:27.104-08:00Amo i paesi del nord, i fari, il vento freddo, il mare in burrasca...ma amo anche il sud con i suoi colori ed i suoi profumi di lavanda e rosmarino, i girasoli...insomma, amo la vita e tutto ciò che vi è intorno...Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.comBlogger841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-80829142529226270912011-12-15T02:58:00.001-08:002011-12-15T02:58:52.670-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtQ3s3tSeno/TunS1PGIrVI/AAAAAAAAIdo/eUdOp1MM_EU/s1600/8245082.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtQ3s3tSeno/TunS1PGIrVI/AAAAAAAAIdo/eUdOp1MM_EU/s320/8245082.gif" width="320px" /></a></div>«Ricordati che un amico sarà sempre felice per te se tu sarai felice...l'invidia esiste soltanto in quelle creature che nn sanno accettare la tua felicità".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />S.Bambaren<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8082914252922627091?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-69381500257575506202011-06-29T02:50:00.000-07:002011-06-29T02:50:33.269-07:00"L'arte della vita sta nell'imparare a soffrire e nell'imparare a sorridere"...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1E4i4CtwfxA/Tgr1KmEX0DI/AAAAAAAAHlM/nyClUswFTdU/s1600/053ox1pnprgmi5o51r7xwb2ib5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1E4i4CtwfxA/Tgr1KmEX0DI/AAAAAAAAHlM/nyClUswFTdU/s320/053ox1pnprgmi5o51r7xwb2ib5.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Hermann Hesse<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6938150025757550620?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-15902031110773873872011-05-04T02:41:00.000-07:002011-05-16T09:30:10.842-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvzpjPSdmTM/TcEflY0DpII/AAAAAAAAHJ4/BBFSg_JR3G4/s1600/occhi-di-donna.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602794138602022018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvzpjPSdmTM/TcEflY0DpII/AAAAAAAAHJ4/BBFSg_JR3G4/s400/occhi-di-donna.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><div>Gli occhi ti dicono quello che uno è; la bocca quello che è diventato...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>John Galsworthy</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Foto tratta dal web</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1590203111077387387?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-51668983119870165442011-01-17T01:20:00.000-08:002011-01-17T01:23:06.597-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TTQKcoc5g2I/AAAAAAAAFvQ/Zn8C49FF4hU/s1600/sheep%252520warrior.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563082926720648034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TTQKcoc5g2I/AAAAAAAAFvQ/Zn8C49FF4hU/s400/sheep%252520warrior.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Non temo un esercito di leoni comandato da una pecora, ma temo un esercito di pecore se chi lo comanda è un leone.</div><br /><div>Alessandro Magno</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5166898311987016544?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-51791207517784818192010-12-04T09:14:00.001-08:002010-12-04T09:15:36.525-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TPp3DpjhhwI/AAAAAAAAFMs/oilVbOfkz2c/s1600/rosa-rossa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TPp3DpjhhwI/AAAAAAAAFMs/oilVbOfkz2c/s400/rosa-rossa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546876795638351618" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5179120751778481819?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-51924933580182476172010-10-09T09:25:00.000-07:002010-10-09T09:30:47.642-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TLCYWZfyDYI/AAAAAAAAEr4/hIA5cM4z2lY/s1600/IMGA0999.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TLCYWZfyDYI/AAAAAAAAEr4/hIA5cM4z2lY/s400/IMGA0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526084253352332674" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Sempre il mare, uomo libero, amerai!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">perché il mare è il tuo specchio; tu contempli</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">nell’infinito svolgersi dell’onda</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">l’anima tua, e un abisso è il tuo spirito</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">non meno amaro. Godi nel tuffarti</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">in seno alla tua immagine; l’abbracci</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">con gli occhi e con le braccia, e a volte il cuore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">si distrae dal tuo suono al suon di questo</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">selvaggio ed indomabile lamento.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Discreti e tenebrosi ambedue siete:</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">uomo, nessuno ha mai sondato il fondo</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">dei tuoi abissi; nessuno ha conosciuto,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">mare, le tue più intime ricchezze,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">tanto gelosi siete d’ogni vostro</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">segreto. Ma da secoli infiniti</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">senza rimorso né pietà lottate</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">fra voi, talmente grande è il vostro amore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">per la strage e la morte, o lottatori</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">eterni, o implacabili fratelli!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Charles Baudelaire</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Foto Scozia 2010</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5192493358018247617?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-69176508224628638472010-09-06T02:22:00.000-07:002010-09-06T02:23:29.106-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TISzCQ1ifaI/AAAAAAAAEag/wgfSwmwBrgQ/s1600/04art_pigrizia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513728695268965794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TISzCQ1ifaI/AAAAAAAAEag/wgfSwmwBrgQ/s400/04art_pigrizia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La pigrizia è madre. Ha un figlio, il furto, e una figlia, la fame.</div><br /><div>Victor Hugo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6917650822462863847?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-64229203278609189562010-08-22T12:47:00.000-07:002010-08-22T12:49:43.807-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/THF_Ucnj7VI/AAAAAAAAERs/abovYPbO68o/s1600/ricettariocheesecake.pdf"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/THF_Ucnj7VI/AAAAAAAAERs/abovYPbO68o/s400/ricettariocheesecake.pdf" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508323808507063634" /></a><br /><div>A parlare male degli altri si fa peccato, ma spesso si indovina.</div><div><br /></div><div>Giulio Andreotti</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6422920327860918956?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-20397076399483775722010-07-21T02:11:00.000-07:002010-07-21T02:13:29.131-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TEa6EbuOhSI/AAAAAAAAD_g/qzdaBdiJZSY/s1600/fare_soldi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496284980576159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TEa6EbuOhSI/AAAAAAAAD_g/qzdaBdiJZSY/s400/fare_soldi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fare soldi è come scavare una buca con un ago, spenderli è come gettare acqua nella sabbia.</div><br /><div>Proverbio cinese</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2039707639948377572?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-74490067434740394862010-07-16T00:41:00.000-07:002010-07-16T00:42:47.440-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TEANce6_FzI/AAAAAAAAD-I/w2UTDAKz7KY/s1600/Il-patto-segreto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494406328379971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TEANce6_FzI/AAAAAAAAD-I/w2UTDAKz7KY/s400/Il-patto-segreto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://aforismi.meglio.it/aforisma.htm?id=4a86">Di un certo libro tedesco è stato detto giustamente che er lässt sich nicht lesse: non si lascia leggere. Ci sono segreti che non si lasciano svelare. Gli uomini muoiono di notte nei loro letti, stringendo le mani di confessori simili a spettri, guardandoli negli ochi e implorando pietà; muoiono con la disperazione nel cuore, con la gola attanagliata dalle convulsioni, per l'orrore dei misteri che non si lasciano rivelare.</a> (<a href="http://aforismi.meglio.it/aforisma.htm?id=4a86">Edgar Allan Poe</a>) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7449006743474039486?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-65062212215734796422010-06-09T01:24:00.001-07:002010-06-09T01:25:30.119-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TA9P8dq6yWI/AAAAAAAADwY/Gedld3ciWB0/s1600/jetty-highland-ruareidh-scotland.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687171708569954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/TA9P8dq6yWI/AAAAAAAADwY/Gedld3ciWB0/s400/jetty-highland-ruareidh-scotland.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Viaggiare è come sognare: la differenza è che non tutti, al risveglio, ricordano qualcosa, mentre ognuno conserva calda la memoria della meta da cui è tornato. Edgar Allan Poe </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6506221221573479642?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-62648089223047362822010-04-21T01:22:00.000-07:002010-04-21T01:24:15.076-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S861-3ms5pI/AAAAAAAADdA/RLcPm--x7w8/s1600/gioia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462503489729783442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S861-3ms5pI/AAAAAAAADdA/RLcPm--x7w8/s400/gioia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Il dolore può bastare a se stesso, ma per apprezzare a fondo una gioia bisogna avere qualcuno con cui dividerla.</div><br /><div>Mark Twain</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6264808922304736282?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-24707609555575391282010-03-28T05:20:00.001-07:002010-03-28T05:20:54.989-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S69JliAJiJI/AAAAAAAADRI/7AbiuSQUiPM/s1600/y1p3b6o-pcuzoouyz1tpymfs-uiqjfdn4qtc73dzh-tkk5edmboigivahqv5c1n-3ugzqpjmxiqja8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S69JliAJiJI/AAAAAAAADRI/7AbiuSQUiPM/s400/y1p3b6o-pcuzoouyz1tpymfs-uiqjfdn4qtc73dzh-tkk5edmboigivahqv5c1n-3ugzqpjmxiqja8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453658582900377746" border="0" /></a><br />A volte la tua gioia è<br />all'origine del tuo sorriso,<br />ma a volte il tuo sorriso può essere<br />all'origine della tua gioia.<br />(Thich Nhat Hanh)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2470760955557539128?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-75671453597488426632010-03-10T01:29:00.001-08:002010-03-10T01:31:07.615-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S5dm1Joh7_I/AAAAAAAADMg/_fnSr4B3NUk/s1600-h/Delusione%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446935337632919538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S5dm1Joh7_I/AAAAAAAADMg/_fnSr4B3NUk/s400/Delusione%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La delusione di qualcuno che si finge in un modo e si dimostra in un altro, è dura da superare. A volte ci lasciamo ingannare da semplici parole, da sguardi angelici, da finta educazione. Per fortuna, la vera natura vien sempre fuori e ci fa capire chi abbiamo realmente di fronte.<br />Anonimo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7567145359748842663?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-57151168280027661732010-02-21T12:54:00.000-08:002010-02-21T12:58:28.332-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S4Gebd1x_wI/AAAAAAAADEQ/d-BZsv98n4Q/s1600-h/34nm7bo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S4Gebd1x_wI/AAAAAAAADEQ/d-BZsv98n4Q/s400/34nm7bo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440804019544129282" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Ma quando ti viene quella voglia di piangere pazzesca,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">che proprio ti strizza tutto, che non la riesci a fermare,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">allora non c'è verso di spiaccicare una sola parola,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">non esce più niente, ti torna tutto indietro, tutto dentro,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">ingoiato da quei dannati singhiozzi,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">naufragato nel silenzio di quelle stupide lacrime.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Maledizione. Con tutto quello che uno vorrebbe dire...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">E invece niente, non esce fuori niente.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Si può essere fatti peggio di così?</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di Rabbia</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5715116828002766173?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-26056649435712831082010-01-27T00:31:00.000-08:002010-01-27T00:33:34.454-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S1_6VtgBTDI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/GmZpbKZIk4c/s1600-h/offerta-lavoro-madrid.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431334926530202674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S1_6VtgBTDI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/GmZpbKZIk4c/s400/offerta-lavoro-madrid.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Non è vero che il lavoro non ha mai fatto male a nessuno: infatti si sente sempre parlare di "incidenti sul lavoro", ma mai di " incidenti sul riposo"...</div><br /><div>Mark Twain</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2605664943571283108?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-68281015724638243132010-01-14T12:11:00.000-08:002010-01-14T12:12:43.834-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S096tPhnD-I/AAAAAAAAC2g/Bn8hrEOwtqg/s1600-h/sposa10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S096tPhnD-I/AAAAAAAAC2g/Bn8hrEOwtqg/s400/sposa10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426690993684942818" /></a><br />Una moglie non è il valore aggiunto dell'esistenza di un uomo, ma l'indispensabile bussola per navigare nel quotidiano." Enza Sampò (1939), giornalista, conduttrice, autrice italiana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6828101572463824313?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-65420793901795688752010-01-13T01:45:00.000-08:002010-01-13T01:47:05.686-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S02Wann6-gI/AAAAAAAAC14/sSFMOfyr1JU/s1600-h/080413-WeddingCakeTopper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426158510108506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/S02Wann6-gI/AAAAAAAAC14/sSFMOfyr1JU/s400/080413-WeddingCakeTopper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sposati: se trovi una buona moglie sari felice, se nè trovi una cattiva diventerai filosofo.</div><br /><div>Socrate</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6542079390179568875?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-67126064833044946432009-12-24T02:23:00.000-08:002009-12-24T02:25:03.356-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SzNBeU2KS5I/AAAAAAAACzY/TUVa4IJTH0U/s1600-h/Dreaming_of_a_White_Christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418746765904595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SzNBeU2KS5I/AAAAAAAACzY/TUVa4IJTH0U/s400/Dreaming_of_a_White_Christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Auguro a voi tutti un sereno e felice Natale.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6712606483304494643?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-23209313211400993952009-12-11T00:43:00.000-08:002009-12-11T00:45:35.641-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SyIGhkzNYwI/AAAAAAAACxI/4zjTHTW77EI/s1600-h/LA%2520MANO%2520UBBIDISCE%2520ALL%2527INTELLETTO%2520Carlo%2520Maria%2520Mariani%25201983.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413896875936670466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SyIGhkzNYwI/AAAAAAAACxI/4zjTHTW77EI/s400/LA%2520MANO%2520UBBIDISCE%2520ALL%2527INTELLETTO%2520Carlo%2520Maria%2520Mariani%25201983.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>L'animale, non avendo l'intelletto, non può comportarsi da uomo. L'uomo, avendolo, può comportarsi da animale.</div><div>Jonathan Swift</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2320931321140099395?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-28645440839759854352009-12-02T01:59:00.000-08:002009-12-02T02:00:27.768-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SxY6taUP7ZI/AAAAAAAACuA/Y4I_dLE4U0k/s1600-h/madre-teresa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410576554165005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SxY6taUP7ZI/AAAAAAAACuA/Y4I_dLE4U0k/s400/madre-teresa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Non riusciamo a capire di quanto poco abbiamo bisogno in questo mondo finchè non nè conosciamo la perdita...</div><br /><div>James Matthew Barrie</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2864544083975985435?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-91919180006389250372009-10-31T09:34:00.000-07:002009-10-31T09:35:43.147-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SuxnWYp4NXI/AAAAAAAACjM/IQrIG2PEyXs/s1600-h/mano-di-sangue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SuxnWYp4NXI/AAAAAAAACjM/IQrIG2PEyXs/s400/mano-di-sangue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398803687583266162" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"La mia mano non è del colore della tua, ma se mi pungo uscirà sangue e sentirò dolore.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Il sangue è dello stesso colore del tuo, Dio mi ha fatto e sono un uomo".</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Orso in Piedi</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-9191918000638925037?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-76129770772753125382009-10-07T01:56:00.000-07:002009-10-07T01:58:20.396-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SsxYBNXI_bI/AAAAAAAACWA/7bf1rUb2Zv4/s1600-h/122518761_275fe3bfce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389779631845473714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SsxYBNXI_bI/AAAAAAAACWA/7bf1rUb2Zv4/s400/122518761_275fe3bfce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Una brava persona si vergogna anche davanti ad un cane. (A.Cechov)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7612977077275312538?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-69825809431375289152009-10-04T03:09:00.001-07:002009-10-04T03:11:41.299-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Ssh01zcnuyI/AAAAAAAACVY/iHlFlSHy3M8/s1600-h/lucciole.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Ssh01zcnuyI/AAAAAAAACVY/iHlFlSHy3M8/s400/lucciole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388685421840939810" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"Che cos'è la vita?</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"> Lo sfavillare di una lucciola nella notte.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"> Il respiro sbuffante di un bisonte nell'inverno.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La breve ombra che scorre sopra l'erba e si perde dentro il sole".</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Piede di Corvo</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6982580943137528915?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-6328304060422591992009-10-04T03:02:00.001-07:002009-10-04T03:03:50.608-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SshzANTxRfI/AAAAAAAACVQ/UBDpRUOWLOM/s1600-h/amicizia+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SshzANTxRfI/AAAAAAAACVQ/UBDpRUOWLOM/s400/amicizia+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388683401558574578" /></a><br />Un grazie di cuore a Diana B....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-632830406042259199?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-32738771007284789362009-09-07T08:42:00.000-07:002009-09-07T08:44:06.653-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SqUqP3jmqiI/AAAAAAAACQk/wZcAb_uoE2A/s1600-h/starsfp5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SqUqP3jmqiI/AAAAAAAACQk/wZcAb_uoE2A/s400/starsfp5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378751782063614498" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">I DESIDERI</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">E’ necessario controllare i desideri perché una volta che cominci a soddisfarli sarà ben difficile fermarsi a metà.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Gandhi</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> foto tratta da Internet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-3273877100728478936?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-16512683002565483522009-09-06T05:27:00.000-07:002009-09-06T05:28:37.710-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SqOq79CJkzI/AAAAAAAACQc/iX-Lv1A5q-I/s1600-h/Honest_Scrap.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SqOq79CJkzI/AAAAAAAACQc/iX-Lv1A5q-I/s400/Honest_Scrap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378330326983086898" /></a><br />Dalla bellissima e verde Svizzera, Cinzia mia omonima, nuova amica bloggherina, mi ha inviato questo gradito premio.<div>Lo dedico a tutti voi che venite a trovarmi!</div><div>Grazie Cinzia, scusami per il ritardo!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1651268300256548352?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-7562931440655817942009-08-29T13:53:00.001-07:002009-08-29T13:54:44.193-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SpmVjjGtNRI/AAAAAAAACPE/BA_0JLrt6SM/s1600-h/cavallo2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SpmVjjGtNRI/AAAAAAAACPE/BA_0JLrt6SM/s400/cavallo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375492068194727186" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"Per noi i guerrieri non sono quello che voi intendete. Il guerriero non é chi combatte,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">perché nessuno ha il diritto di prendersi la vita di un altro. Il guerriero per noi é chi</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">sacrifica se stesso per il bene degli altri. E' suo compito occuparsi degli anziani,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">degli indifesi, di chi non può provvedere a se stesso e soprattutto dei bambini,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">il futuro dell'umanità".</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Toro Seduto</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-756293144065581794?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-74009354047614472882009-07-30T02:53:00.003-07:002009-07-30T02:54:08.304-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SnFtugXYXxI/AAAAAAAACKw/IKCGYoi-hZ0/s1600-h/1443479337_f10b1afdea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364189276904382226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SnFtugXYXxI/AAAAAAAACKw/IKCGYoi-hZ0/s400/1443479337_f10b1afdea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Le parole sono la penna del cuore, la musica è la penna dell'anima.</div><br /><div>Shneur Zalman</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7400935404761447288?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-16053755970521389252009-07-19T12:48:00.001-07:002009-07-19T12:49:28.481-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SmN4wTPQynI/AAAAAAAACJA/9omv58aWF8A/s1600-h/5475456-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SmN4wTPQynI/AAAAAAAACJA/9omv58aWF8A/s400/5475456-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360260752694364786" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La donna é sacra. Noi rispettiamo le madri, le sorelle, le mogli, le figlie, le nipoti. Sono le donne che ci danno la vita, che ci nutrono e che ci insegnano a camminare e a parlare. Gli uomini sono i loro occhi, le loro orecchie, la loro bocca.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Birgil Kills Straight</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1605375597052138925?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-29773940816697873512009-07-09T06:34:00.000-07:002009-07-09T06:36:53.198-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SlXybM6MN6I/AAAAAAAACFQ/EUhA7Z9RvTo/s1600-h/523487351_1182fa867a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SlXybM6MN6I/AAAAAAAACFQ/EUhA7Z9RvTo/s400/523487351_1182fa867a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356453880962758562" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"Nascere uomo su questa terra è un incarico sacro. Abbiamo una responsabilità sacra,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">dovuta a questo dono eccezionale che ci è stato fatto, ben al di sopra del dono</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">meraviglioso che è la vita delle piante, dei pesci, dei boschi, degli uccelli e di</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">tutte le creature che vivono sulla terra. Noi siamo in grado di prenderci cura di loro".</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Shenandoah</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2977394081669787351?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-43763944156131150802009-06-29T02:23:00.000-07:002009-06-29T02:26:31.577-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SkiIvm-_ERI/AAAAAAAACDs/9eUp4Gd9m-8/s1600-h/Bellusci+Notturno.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SkiIvm-_ERI/AAAAAAAACDs/9eUp4Gd9m-8/s400/Bellusci+Notturno.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352678508629790994" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">NOTTURNO</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La lacrima e la stella</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">si toccarono, e subito</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">divennero una sola lacrima,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">divennero una stella sola.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Rimasi cieco, rimase</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">cieco d'amore il cielo.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Il mondo fu - nient'altro -</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">luce di lacrima, pena di stella.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Ramon Jimènez</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4376394415613115080?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-74632864176967031172009-06-24T02:29:00.000-07:002009-06-24T02:32:10.814-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SkHylJ6AL_I/AAAAAAAACC0/tGume4Lze2A/s1600-h/J-V-EYCK-MARGARETHA-V-EYCK-1439.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350824552421142514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SkHylJ6AL_I/AAAAAAAACC0/tGume4Lze2A/s400/J-V-EYCK-MARGARETHA-V-EYCK-1439.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>- Il miglior partner per qualsiasi donna è un archeologo: più lei invecchia più lui la trova interessante. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7463286417696703117?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-6858343811939463742009-06-20T08:24:00.000-07:002009-06-20T08:26:02.366-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sjz_hFaJsAI/AAAAAAAACB8/-3ZZx1IlnjM/s1600-h/IMGA0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sjz_hFaJsAI/AAAAAAAACB8/-3ZZx1IlnjM/s400/IMGA0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349431401261936642" /></a><br />La bellezza è un fiore che presto appassisce: la virtù sola è primavera che nn conosce mai l'inverno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-685834381193946374?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-56660534287185033572009-06-17T12:57:00.000-07:002009-06-17T12:59:35.568-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SjlK_RCimJI/AAAAAAAACA4/x2c5rP4ugEM/s1600-h/goccia_d_acqua.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SjlK_RCimJI/AAAAAAAACA4/x2c5rP4ugEM/s400/goccia_d_acqua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348388483245447314" /></a><br />Il coraggio della goccia d'acqua, è che osa cadere nel deserto...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5666053428718503357?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-47729822770850928922009-06-10T02:24:00.000-07:002009-06-10T02:25:25.014-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Si97_8V3_uI/AAAAAAAAB_o/2oqfxDu_pqc/s1600-h/PACE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345627621171920610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Si97_8V3_uI/AAAAAAAAB_o/2oqfxDu_pqc/s400/PACE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La pace è per il mondo quello che il lievito è per il pane.<br />Talmud</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4772982277085092892?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-50770688606660598042009-06-08T09:17:00.001-07:002009-06-08T09:19:49.813-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Si06Dno5aVI/AAAAAAAAB_I/I2e8VelDfX4/s1600-h/nostalgia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Si06Dno5aVI/AAAAAAAAB_I/I2e8VelDfX4/s400/nostalgia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344992166613182802" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Come un nulla senza possibilità, un nulla morto dopo la morte del sole, come un silenzio eterno senza avvenire, risuona interiormente il nero.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">(V. Kandinskij)</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5077068860666059804?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-44728806876167196202009-06-05T12:41:00.000-07:002009-06-05T12:48:00.600-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sil2Dq-sv0I/AAAAAAAAB94/cdddXQStLuQ/s1600-h/kima110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sil2Dq-sv0I/AAAAAAAAB94/cdddXQStLuQ/s400/kima110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343932238300757826" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Quando la mano di un uomo</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">tocca la mano di una donna,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">entrambi toccano il cuore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">dell'eternità...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Kahlil Gibran</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4472880687616719620?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-15410177146673013072009-06-03T12:13:00.001-07:002009-06-03T12:14:30.801-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SibLkghbP0I/AAAAAAAAB9o/MdQxfsNsDOM/s1600-h/hopebysab687vj6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SibLkghbP0I/AAAAAAAAB9o/MdQxfsNsDOM/s400/hopebysab687vj6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343181835987533634" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La saggezza si conquista attraverso la sofferenza</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Eschilo</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1541017714667301307?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-81043910574251133092009-05-26T08:09:00.000-07:002009-05-26T08:13:03.428-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/ShwG-ewU9wI/AAAAAAAAB8I/V0p4WsrvtqQ/s1600-h/d9b8745dca0b3db7c7b581b21502ae6d.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/ShwG-ewU9wI/AAAAAAAAB8I/V0p4WsrvtqQ/s400/d9b8745dca0b3db7c7b581b21502ae6d.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340150928631985922" /></a><br />L'uomo senza amici è come la mano destra senza la sinistra...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8104391057425113309?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-82319004208727113062009-05-20T13:30:00.000-07:002009-05-20T13:32:45.002-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/ShRo50IaIYI/AAAAAAAAB7o/i2XXFF8O38Y/s1600-h/Padre_e_figlio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/ShRo50IaIYI/AAAAAAAAB7o/i2XXFF8O38Y/s400/Padre_e_figlio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338006800796623234" /></a><br />Un padre veramente fortunato è quello i cui figli gli corrono tra le braccia quando torna con le mani vuote.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8231900420872711306?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-4626334300041925102009-05-19T06:41:00.000-07:002009-05-19T06:47:02.889-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/ShK4Neu_ZNI/AAAAAAAAB7A/fUaExYaf_Po/s1600-h/IMGA0174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/ShK4Neu_ZNI/AAAAAAAAB7A/fUaExYaf_Po/s400/IMGA0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337531050115425490" /></a><br />Ciascuno raggiunge il cielo con la propria scala...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-462633430004192510?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-19573098136281486852009-05-10T01:28:00.000-07:002009-05-10T01:35:37.843-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SgaR021JnYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/U3Hod0uKPeM/s1600-h/IMGA0173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SgaR021JnYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/U3Hod0uKPeM/s400/IMGA0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334111145924599170" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"La farfalla non conta gli anni ma gli istanti:</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">per questo il suo breve tempo le basta".</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">(Rabindranath Tagore)</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1957309813628148685?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-52692687882012571012009-05-08T10:05:00.001-07:002009-05-08T10:06:07.020-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SgRmc8bcf7I/AAAAAAAAB6A/VcawmkiZDTg/s1600-h/night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SgRmc8bcf7I/AAAAAAAAB6A/VcawmkiZDTg/s400/night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333500506157121458" /></a><br />Il silenzio della notte vale davvero tutti gli zecchini che si vedono guardando in su...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5269268788201257101?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-75974941214691377822009-05-05T08:49:00.001-07:002009-05-05T08:50:31.734-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SgBgQVwdmCI/AAAAAAAAB5M/V7Dj4PqKDHM/s1600-h/350px-Paradiso_Canto_31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SgBgQVwdmCI/AAAAAAAAB5M/V7Dj4PqKDHM/s400/350px-Paradiso_Canto_31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332367792641251362" /></a><br />...arriva in paradiso con gli occhi asciutti...<div>Thomas Adams</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7597494121469137782?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-64819495905409138482009-04-21T06:23:00.000-07:002009-04-21T06:29:13.780-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Se3KG0Ybs-I/AAAAAAAAB2s/VIxYwQT1Ebg/s1600-h/y1pEoEVmzPEQIYJXGur-la7SoXyvqvCoHXDUIKf73uHVLsWyV2sXkbFLFqlr4a6NhFCqHnxw-11TTM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Se3KG0Ybs-I/AAAAAAAAB2s/VIxYwQT1Ebg/s400/y1pEoEVmzPEQIYJXGur-la7SoXyvqvCoHXDUIKf73uHVLsWyV2sXkbFLFqlr4a6NhFCqHnxw-11TTM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327136152738313186" /></a><br />...tante molecole il mio corpo, tanti piccoli atomi girovaganti in ordine perfetto...Splendore,ambizione, rabbia, orgoglio...e la linfa della vita vi scorre dentro...<div>Poi, all'improvviso, un brivido di freddo e gli atomi si dissolvono nell'umida terra...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6481949590540913848?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-75855303803448772752009-04-17T23:54:00.000-07:002009-04-17T23:56:55.612-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sel5sc7IKxI/AAAAAAAAB10/1wROptwaFFk/s1600-h/d9b8745dca0b3db7c7b581b21502ae6d.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sel5sc7IKxI/AAAAAAAAB10/1wROptwaFFk/s400/d9b8745dca0b3db7c7b581b21502ae6d.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325921838927719186" /></a><br />...Io mi lamentavo di nn avere le scarpe...Passando davanti ad una casa ho visto un uomo senza gambe...Ho smesso di lamentarmi e di parlare male del mio destino...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7585530380344877275?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-12654059759567323832009-04-11T12:58:00.001-07:002009-04-11T13:00:22.751-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SeD20Y0cqRI/AAAAAAAABzA/b_TRNOyezro/s1600-h/IMGA0292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SeD20Y0cqRI/AAAAAAAABzA/b_TRNOyezro/s400/IMGA0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323526139427989778" /></a><br />Che c'è di più duro di una pietra e di più molle dell'acqua? Eppure la molle acqua, scava la dura pietra...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1265405975956732383?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-41685637214002987542009-04-09T12:35:00.000-07:002009-04-09T12:36:37.651-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sd5OOh2f-9I/AAAAAAAAByo/QnXuTPRUZNc/s1600-h/Forgive+the+annoyance+of+others.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sd5OOh2f-9I/AAAAAAAAByo/QnXuTPRUZNc/s400/Forgive+the+annoyance+of+others.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322777821110598610" /></a><br />Perdona a colui che fece un passo falso: ricorda che anche tu hai un piede che può inciampare...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4168563721400298754?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-64837223575130277522009-04-05T02:17:00.001-07:002009-04-06T03:23:48.980-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sdh3SQj-G4I/AAAAAAAABxw/UpDFPNbyPk8/s1600-h/abbraccio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sdh3SQj-G4I/AAAAAAAABxw/UpDFPNbyPk8/s400/abbraccio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321134115305429890" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Stringi teneramente a te, chi più ami.<div>Gesti insostituibili, che restano nel profondo.</div><div>Sensazione mai provata, ogni volta più profonda.</div><div>Un abbraccio che ti fa sentire protetta, in un mondo pronto a</div><div>mangiarti.</div><div>Un abbraccio che ti aiuta, dalle sconfitte della vita.</div><div>Un abbraccio per comunicare amore.</div><div>Un abbraccio per perdonare...</div><div>per amare... scoprire... sentirci vivi...</div><div>Un abbraccio per chi amiamo.</div><div>Lascia tutto ed abbraccia la persona a te più cara.</div><div><br /></div><div>A tutti voi il mio più grande e profondo abbraccio...</div></div></span></div></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6483722357513027752?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-83222167407237630162009-04-03T09:31:00.000-07:002009-04-03T09:33:43.194-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SdY6YmcrYTI/AAAAAAAABxc/uXWyHw8SVv0/s1600-h/kima261.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SdY6YmcrYTI/AAAAAAAABxc/uXWyHw8SVv0/s400/kima261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320504204096921906" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">AMICIZIA</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"> ...nella solitudine, nella malattia, nella confusione, la semplice conoscenza dell'amicizia rende possibile resistere, anche se l'amico non ha il potere di aiutarci. È sufficiente che esista. L'amicizia non è diminuita dalla distanza o dal tempo, dalla prigionia o dalla guerra, dalla sofferenza o dal silenzio. È in queste cose che essa mette più profonde radici. È da queste cose che essa fiorisce....</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Pam Brown</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8322216740723763016?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-63816669960087750942009-04-01T02:53:00.000-07:002009-04-01T02:54:50.932-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SdM54lo8qII/AAAAAAAABw8/AjEKqAqSE50/s1600-h/desertificazione.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319659229194004610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SdM54lo8qII/AAAAAAAABw8/AjEKqAqSE50/s400/desertificazione.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dove la terra è più secca,</div><br /><div>anche l'anima è più saggia e migliore.</div><br /><div>Eraclito</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6381666996008775094?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-12771879929139109752009-03-30T12:56:00.001-07:002009-03-30T23:15:21.997-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SdEkp_mphLI/AAAAAAAABwg/BEZCWy5bOuk/s1600-h/rainbow_elam_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319072938768041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SdEkp_mphLI/AAAAAAAABwg/BEZCWy5bOuk/s400/rainbow_elam_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 18px Arial">"Fra speranza ed affanni, fra timori ed ire, pensa che ogni giorno che sorge per te sia l'ultimo: gradita giungerà l'ora che non ti aspetti". Orazio</p><p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 21px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 18px Arial"><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1277187992913910975?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-70563777814019117162009-03-27T11:19:00.001-07:002009-03-27T11:20:40.205-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sc0Y4kCL63I/AAAAAAAABwI/4oWwBSbHHsc/s1600-h/htix8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sc0Y4kCL63I/AAAAAAAABwI/4oWwBSbHHsc/s400/htix8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317934095019010930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non cercare l'amore nei posti sbagliati!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non amare chi non ti ama!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non sprecare lacrime per chi non le merita!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non custodire nel tuo cuore chi non ha posto per te...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non cambiare per qualcuno...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">perchè chi ti ama... ti ama così come sei!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non ti aspettare l'impossibile...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">ma goditi ciò che hai: te stesso...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">la tua vita...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">le tue emozioni... i tuoi valori!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La vita è l'essenza di ogni attimo...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Vivi ogni giorno con la felicità nel cuore!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Vivi ogni momento con l'amore per ciò che fai!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Vivi sempre...perchè la vita va avanti...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">e non aspetta nessuno!!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La vita è una: chi ci ridarà più questo dono prezioso???</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7056377781401911716?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-67344788690483724362009-03-25T02:53:00.000-07:002009-03-25T02:54:21.723-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Scn_SIw4KBI/AAAAAAAABvY/BG7iQvkAfS0/s1600-h/cuore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317061522142799890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Scn_SIw4KBI/AAAAAAAABvY/BG7iQvkAfS0/s400/cuore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Moltissimi dei nostri cuori sono danneggiati o chiusi a causa delle ferite insopportabili che abbiamo ricevuto da genitori, da fratelli o sorelle insensibili e crudeli, da amici ed estranei irresponsabili.<br />Per aprire i nostri cuori, amare ed essere in grado di amare di rimando, dobbiamo rivivere le ferite, camminare ancora una volta su un terreno difficile, e con un cuore rinforzato dalle cicatrici potremo aprirci di nuovo.<br />Cerca di spingerti oltre le costrizioni delle tue ferite e sforzarti di riaprire il cuore, senza pensare a quanto dovrai andare indietro nel tempo e cosa dovrai rivivere, o a quale sarà la durata del viaggio...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6734478869048372436?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-36154230937344716992009-03-17T10:24:00.001-07:002009-03-17T10:25:47.813-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sb_dFgCh4YI/AAAAAAAABug/_svkRcoftx4/s1600-h/BigTentKimAnderson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sb_dFgCh4YI/AAAAAAAABug/_svkRcoftx4/s400/BigTentKimAnderson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314209171890102658" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">L'amore, come un corso d'acqua,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">deve essere in continuo movimento,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ed è proprio per quello che tu fai con me.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Ma che cosa accade alla maggioranza delle coppie?</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Credono che le acque del fiume</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">scorrano per sempre, e non se ne</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">preoccupano più. Poi arriva</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">l'inverno, e le acque gelano.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Solo allora comprendono che niente,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">in questa vita, è assolutamente garantito.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">K.Gibran</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-3615423093734471699?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-44323545108538759122009-03-12T10:50:00.000-07:002009-03-12T10:58:28.744-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SblNPlgi-AI/AAAAAAAABt4/O8pxI-JnEm0/s1600-h/VIOLINO3520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SblNPlgi-AI/AAAAAAAABt4/O8pxI-JnEm0/s400/VIOLINO3520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312362165622208514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">-Piu' un violino e' vecchio, piu' dolce sara' la melodia.</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4432354510853875912?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-77140500610295009702009-03-11T09:05:00.000-07:002009-03-11T09:11:20.751-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SbfiooUbC-I/AAAAAAAABto/XYcU2_Yj0Gc/s1600-h/IMGA0252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SbfiooUbC-I/AAAAAAAABto/XYcU2_Yj0Gc/s400/IMGA0252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311963473152510946" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"C'è un luogo dove la pace della natura</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">filtra in noi come la luce del sole tra gli alberi.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Dove i venti ci comunicano la loro forza</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">e gli affanni si staccano da noi come foglie.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non è difficile arrivarci:</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">basta guardarsi dentro e avere un cuore pulito".</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">(R. Battaglia, "Un cuore pulito")</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7714050061029500970?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-66334500596142569722009-03-07T03:14:00.001-08:002009-03-07T03:15:39.831-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SbJXU4m1QbI/AAAAAAAABsg/vav7483b9G0/s1600-h/deserto1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SbJXU4m1QbI/AAAAAAAABsg/vav7483b9G0/s400/deserto1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310402926927495602" /></a><br />Non  abbiamo storia<div>perchè i nostri padri</div><div>l'hanno scritta sulla sabbia</div><div>ed il vento l'ha portata via.</div><div>Il deserto sembra eterno</div><div>a colui che lo abita ed offre questa eternità</div><div>all'uomo che saprà essergli fedele.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6633450059614256972?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-25787493189164915352009-03-05T12:30:00.000-08:002009-03-05T12:35:12.294-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SbA3eHvXuyI/AAAAAAAABrI/8UFHm6TyX4E/s1600-h/donne1.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SbA3eHvXuyI/AAAAAAAABrI/8UFHm6TyX4E/s400/donne1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309804951283153698" /></a><br />Diciottenni o ottantenni,<div>nubili o madri o nonne,</div><div>di qualsiasi razza</div><div>o  religione esse siano,</div><div>un legame comune</div><div>unisce tutte le donne,</div><div>Esse condividono</div><div>le stesse speranze,</div><div>timori, gioie e pene...</div><div>Perciò, l'una dell'altra,</div><div>capiscono l'amore,</div><div>la pace e la sofferenza.</div><div>Il loro legame</div><div>si estende al mondo intero</div><div>e nè potenzia l'amore.</div><div><br /></div><div>Linda MacFarlene</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-2578749318916491535?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-221245629349303702009-03-04T01:17:00.000-08:002009-03-04T01:23:08.271-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sa5IduBHyQI/AAAAAAAABq4/UXcKF8ruY6I/s1600-h/rabbia_box.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309260686122535170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/Sa5IduBHyQI/AAAAAAAABq4/UXcKF8ruY6I/s400/rabbia_box.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La rabbia è come l'immondizia: più la tieni e più puzza. Una rabbia repressa e di vecchia data può, più di qualsiasi altra cosa, stravolgere l'equilibrio di una relazione che altrimenti sarebbe perfetta. Per conservare la dolcezza dell'anima ed il benessere della relazione, è perciò necessario esprimere il più in fretta possibile ed in modo essenziale tutto ciò che provoca rabbia.</div><br /><div>Cerca di capire cosa ti irrita e trova le parole più chiare per esprimerlo. Poi dì tutto alla persona a cui vuoi che arrivino queste parole. In questo modo, nella stanza delle tue emozioni, potrai sentire il profumo dei fiori invece che dei rifiuti marci.</div><br /><div>Daphne Rose Kingma</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-22124562934930370?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-34431759100119201922009-02-25T12:48:00.001-08:002009-02-25T12:49:39.438-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SaWus-FlDAI/AAAAAAAABqg/KoW48-ti0wY/s1600-h/des2490zr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SaWus-FlDAI/AAAAAAAABqg/KoW48-ti0wY/s400/des2490zr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839823529872386" border="0" /></a><br />l Poeta deve avere l'orecchio di un arabo selvaggio che ascolta il silenzio del deserto, l'occhio di un indiano mentre segue le orme del nemico sulle foglie nei sentieri della foresta, e il tatto di un cieco che tocca il viso di un bambino amato. (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-3443175910011920192?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-80439827313421436022009-02-23T09:01:00.000-08:002009-02-23T09:07:47.986-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SaLX3VJsaXI/AAAAAAAABpQ/H_-bDKTGGlw/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SaLX3VJsaXI/AAAAAAAABpQ/H_-bDKTGGlw/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306040656566446450" border="0" /></a><br />La solitudine è una tempesta silenziosa che spezza tutti i nostri rami morti; e tuttavia spinge le nostre radici viventi più a fondo nel cuore vivente della terra vivente.<br />Kahlil Gibran<br /><br />Questa bellissima foto è stata realizzata da MariaLuisa che ringrazio di cuore per avermi permesso di pubblicarla.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8043982731342143602?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-88520408315347607482009-02-20T09:15:00.001-08:002009-02-20T09:16:25.181-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZ7lWVXAzmI/AAAAAAAABoI/ph4p6JllVsI/s1600-h/_corbiere_lighthouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZ7lWVXAzmI/AAAAAAAABoI/ph4p6JllVsI/s400/_corbiere_lighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304929582942572130" border="0" /></a><br />l faro dei giorni<br />di sabrina balbinetti<br /><br /><br />Vento di sale<br />increspa le onde<br />nero d’abissi<br />il solo compagno.<br />La fuga al faro<br />per fare luce<br />sulla tua vita<br />di buio ed ombre.<br />Scheletri di conchiglie<br />come fantasmi di madreperla<br />un passato che sale con la marea<br />a bagnare i ricordi.<br />Sull’isola impronte<br />che girano in tondo<br />si chiude l’anello<br />ritrovi te stesso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8852040831534760748?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-65902495872567273812009-02-18T02:43:00.000-08:002009-02-18T02:46:50.323-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZvnFLAcTFI/AAAAAAAABnw/P2CsSNbwygM/s1600-h/forbiddenlovebylienosaugc0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304087062198897746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZvnFLAcTFI/AAAAAAAABnw/P2CsSNbwygM/s400/forbiddenlovebylienosaugc0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Amare te stesso significa che sei in grado di rispettare i tuoi limiti, di celebrare i tuoi punti di forza, di perdonarti i difetti e di ammirare le tue vitù.</div><br /><div>Amare te stesso vuol dire riuscire ad accettarti così come sei, con tutte le tue debolezze, i difetti e le ferite.</div><br /><div>Oggi, in questo preciso momento.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6590249587256727381?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-30966539708691877102009-02-12T08:18:00.000-08:002009-02-12T08:22:05.615-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZRMqP3Un7I/AAAAAAAABmo/D3pE36SefU4/s1600-h/312312948_5992f1dc05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZRMqP3Un7I/AAAAAAAABmo/D3pE36SefU4/s400/312312948_5992f1dc05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301946950018703282" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">E' chiamata in tanti modi...l'Ombelico del mondo, la Grande Mela, The City that never sleeps (la città che nn dorme mai), o semplicemente NEW YORK...<div>Ha ispirato molto cantanti, da Liza Minelli a Frank Sinatra, da Pavarotti  a Domingo e Carreras...</div><div>E' una città che pulsa, viva, creativa, proprio come te...sarà per questo che l'ami così tanto?</div><div>Questo post è tutto tuo!!!</div><div><br /></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-3096653970869187710?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-11473440809101894182009-02-12T08:16:00.000-08:002009-02-12T08:18:30.035-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZRLzVK85yI/AAAAAAAABmg/NPDs0iwY7JA/s1600-h/newyorkcrop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SZRLzVK85yI/AAAAAAAABmg/NPDs0iwY7JA/s400/newyorkcrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301946006550406946" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1147344080910189418?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-53449668881712601372009-02-07T13:08:00.000-08:002009-02-07T13:12:00.908-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SY35G4os6lI/AAAAAAAABlA/r54lvAcIv-M/s1600-h/foto_spina_022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SY35G4os6lI/AAAAAAAABlA/r54lvAcIv-M/s400/foto_spina_022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300166233162574418" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Quando una porta si chiude, un’altra si apre,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">                        ma tante volte guardiamo così a lungo a quella chiusa,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">                                          che non vediamo quella che è stata aperta per noi....</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">(foto presa dal sito www.windoweb.it)</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5344966888171260137?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-40396585467687114292009-02-06T10:11:00.000-08:002009-02-06T10:13:30.460-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYx9tYe0_VI/AAAAAAAABkc/DMeqHO17Xs4/s1600-h/noordwijk_gennaio-2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYx9tYe0_VI/AAAAAAAABkc/DMeqHO17Xs4/s400/noordwijk_gennaio-2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299749080127569234" border="0" /></a><br />Vuoi sapere quanto è grande il mio amore? Conta le onde. Anonimo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4039658546768711429?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-52487590407373634642009-02-02T13:18:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:26:56.644-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYdlEmgMKjI/AAAAAAAABi4/gOZtUBlSNsQ/s1600-h/danza.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYdlEmgMKjI/AAAAAAAABi4/gOZtUBlSNsQ/s400/danza.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298314616354122290" /></a><br />Ho visto la foto di una ballerina ed ho pensato subito a te, so quanto la danza ti appassioni...<div>E con tutto il cuore, ti dedico questa meravigliosa poesia...un bacio...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La danza</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">di Valentina Giordano</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">"L'espressione più dolce che possa esistere è quell'espressione leggera che parte dal cuore e dall'anima e fluisce nel movimento del corpo.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non pensare che la danza sia un insieme di passi...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">ma una risposta della bellezza dell'anima che viene dal cuore.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">La danza è un pensiero che in quel momento si concretizza e diventa un desiderio..</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">e poi un bisogno..."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5248759040737363464?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-17733834105357899432009-02-02T13:07:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:11:11.314-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYdhafQSY7I/AAAAAAAABiw/YNEHjTlim2A/s1600-h/migrant-woman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYdhafQSY7I/AAAAAAAABiw/YNEHjTlim2A/s400/migrant-woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298310594318984114" border="0" /></a><br />LA DONNA DOVREBBE<br /> STARE ACCANTO<br /> ALL'UOMO<br /> COME COMPAGNA<br /> DELLA SUA ANIMA<br /> NON COME SERVA<br /> DEL SUO CORPO.<br /><br />Charlotte Perkins Gilman<br /> (1860-1935)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1773383410535789943?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-2831888390787165362009-01-29T13:13:00.000-08:002009-01-29T13:24:25.212-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYIdv4Ft5dI/AAAAAAAABiA/m9fCfUiAA2U/s1600-h/IMGA0296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SYIdv4Ft5dI/AAAAAAAABiA/m9fCfUiAA2U/s400/IMGA0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296828820088546770" /></a><br />L'ho scattata lo scorso anno nella magnifica terra d'Irlanda...terra dove i prati sono verdi, la gente cordiale e gentile, il cielo ha mille colori, dove gli animali pascolano liberi...<div>So che hai una grande passione per i cavalli, che come me ti piacciono i Queen...che sei una brava ragazza, solare, simpatica,che in tua compagnia si sta bene...</div><div>Un pensiero tutto per te, cara Greta, questa bellissima poesia e le foto!</div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Il cavallo bianco dell'infanzia</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Lassù tra i covoni di frumento</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">disteso tra le spighe dorate</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">cullato dal dondolio del carro,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">mentre "Nino" il cavallo bianco</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">trottava verso casa</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">con la criniera al vento</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">spronato dalle parole</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">affettuose del nonno.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Quelle giornate gialle soleggianti</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">tra distese di frumento</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">e cieli azzurri</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">e sguardi protettivi del nonno.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">La sera ci coglieva stanchi,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">il cavallo bianco</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">entrava nella stalla</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">tra parole di gratitudine</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">e baci in fronte.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Stanco ma felice mi addormentavo,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">mentre l'odore della campagna</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">entrava nei miei sogni</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">per renderli più veri. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gianni Vavassori</p></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-283188839078716536?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-49378515372638515732009-01-22T09:20:00.001-08:002009-01-22T09:25:03.534-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SXirHNQbRnI/AAAAAAAABZU/TEVl2Yv04jU/s1600-h/yun3096fw5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SXirHNQbRnI/AAAAAAAABZU/TEVl2Yv04jU/s400/yun3096fw5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294169502280009330" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">PROFUMO DI LAVANDA</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">di Nelida Ukmar</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Spighe viola si piegano al vento</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">invitano a seguire la direzione</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">di un nuovo colore d’amore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">per neutralizzare la rinascita</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">di ogni eventuale antico dolore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Libera oscillo tra steli che mi cullano</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">m’inebrio di penetrante profumo</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">che si rinnova a ogni cambio d’umore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">io lavanda purificata, in ogni parte di me</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-4937851537263851573?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-65673590550414638522009-01-18T07:22:00.000-08:002009-01-18T07:26:40.061-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SXNKJb3mjEI/AAAAAAAABWg/AxhY7NrZb7E/s1600-h/snowing-on-new-year-s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SXNKJb3mjEI/AAAAAAAABWg/AxhY7NrZb7E/s400/snowing-on-new-year-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292655513050713154" border="0" /></a><br />So che ti piace Romano Battaglia...i suoi pensieri son fantastici, piacciono molto anche a me...so che ti piace la neve...ed allora, eccolo, questo post è tutto per te.<br />Con tanto affetto...Cin (detta anche donna Afef!)<br /><br />"Il tempo è come un fiocco di neve scompare mentre cerchiamo di decidere cosa farne."<br />(R. Battaglia)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6567359055041463852?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-52789715477301021222009-01-15T09:05:00.000-08:002009-01-15T09:06:55.165-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SW9tID74XJI/AAAAAAAABV4/YDA1p9MhEIs/s1600-h/tramonto58vt2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SW9tID74XJI/AAAAAAAABV4/YDA1p9MhEIs/s400/tramonto58vt2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291568072446467218" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">SORGE O TRAMONTA...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">sorge o tramonta il mio amato sole</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">respiro appieno l'aria di mare</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">discotono i pescatori della foce</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">sulla quantità di pesce pescato</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">sugli sogli c'è una ragazza allegra</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">parla col pensiero alle nuvole più sincere</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">sorge o tramonta il mio amato sole</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ed una vecchia s'affretta infreddolita dal vento</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">parla la bambina curiosa vestita di rosso</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">descrive le nuvole come fossero animali</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">s'avvicina l'anziano con le stampelle</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">discute col suo amiko nel ligure dialetto</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">e il mare di porto maurizio è così limpido</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">s'alza il freddo vento del vecchio anno</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ed io seduto su d'una panchina</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">osservo il vento allegro.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">guido arci camalli arci guernica</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-5278971547730102122?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-16362561358734419692009-01-09T10:53:00.000-08:002009-01-09T10:56:00.705-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SWedti_KptI/AAAAAAAABQY/8AseIo1ntbQ/s1600-h/campagna.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SWedti_KptI/AAAAAAAABQY/8AseIo1ntbQ/s400/campagna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369693181355730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SWedczBYxUI/AAAAAAAABQA/4eaThWx6hgw/s1600-h/campagna-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SWedczBYxUI/AAAAAAAABQA/4eaThWx6hgw/s400/campagna-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369405427860802" border="0" /></a><br />La campagna di Fosdondo<br />di MORENA MANICARDI<br /><br /><br />Mattino d'estate,<br />aria fresca e leggera.<br />Il silenzio è infranto da suoni distanti.<br />Un cane già desto,<br />ravviva la campagna,<br />dal lento risveglio.<br />Cammino, respirando...<br />ah! fanciullezza spensierata...<br />Odori vissuti,<br />glicine e lavanda,<br />e fili d'erba spruzzati di rugiada.<br />Verde e terra,<br />azzurro e cielo,<br />chi può dire la fine del loro viaggio?!<br />Casolari abbandonati,<br />che han conosciuto la nobile fatica dell'uomo,<br />ora han solo l'anima del passato.<br />Grida di bimbi nell'aia,<br />salutan il ritorno del contadino stanco,<br />che ripone l'attrezzo all'ombra della dimora,<br />e il cappello al chiodo,<br />l'ultimo gesto quotidiano.<br />Passato e ricordi,<br />innocenza perduta,<br />l'alba del domani,<br />e il tramonto della vita,<br />sogni infranti o avverati,<br />chi può dire se il mio cuore avrà ancora rimpianti?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1636256135873441969?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-84387319144367147832009-01-05T05:47:00.000-08:002009-01-05T05:49:58.262-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SWIP_FHvhaI/AAAAAAAABN4/6i4sn2vMYgU/s1600-h/malinconiabysweetshadinnk4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SWIP_FHvhaI/AAAAAAAABN4/6i4sn2vMYgU/s400/malinconiabysweetshadinnk4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287806488867210658" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">    Se riveli al vento i tuoi segreti, non devi poi rimproverare al vento di rivelarli agli alberi.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">    Kahlil Gibran</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8438731914436714783?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-86415666702786912302009-01-03T09:49:00.001-08:002009-01-03T09:52:21.247-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SV-lzUTsliI/AAAAAAAABNM/H-QsX-HxCH4/s1600-h/fenice.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SV-lzUTsliI/AAAAAAAABNM/H-QsX-HxCH4/s400/fenice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287126788599485986" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"> "La poesia è una fiamma nel cuore, mentre</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">la retorica è fatta di fiocchi di neve.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Come possono fuoco e neve convivere?"</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">(Kahlil Gibran)</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-8641566670278691230?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-79258913287411257232008-12-29T08:44:00.001-08:002008-12-29T08:45:29.893-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVj-o1QfsZI/AAAAAAAABJw/vnzb0Htndgg/s1600-h/volareib9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVj-o1QfsZI/AAAAAAAABJw/vnzb0Htndgg/s400/volareib9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285254140163764626" border="0" /></a><br />Per sempre me ne andrà per questi lidi,<br />Tra la sabbia e la schiuma del mare.<br />L’alta marea cancellerà le mie impronte,<br />E il vento disperderà la schiuma.<br />Ma il mare e la spiaggia dureranno<br />In eterno.<br />Gibran Kahlil, 1926<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7925891328741125723?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-67752733248611640642008-12-28T08:16:00.000-08:002008-12-28T08:19:42.077-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVenFvAe3aI/AAAAAAAABJI/1D0nye3n8-8/s1600-h/tuareg3ca5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVenFvAe3aI/AAAAAAAABJI/1D0nye3n8-8/s400/tuareg3ca5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876404702240162" border="0" /></a><br />"Lo sai anche tu........ una casa,<br />una vera casa di mattoni e pietre, è come una tomba.<br />Qualche volta si può anche vivere sotto una tenda...<br />Ma la cosa migliore, per noi, è dormire sotto il cielo<br />e guardare le stelle negli occhi"<br /> (proverbio Tuareg)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6775273324861164064?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-19918671431894052682008-12-25T12:47:00.000-08:002008-12-25T12:51:47.544-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVPyFAUAC4I/AAAAAAAABH8/rpaiFMts_sk/s1600-h/occhi.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVPyFAUAC4I/AAAAAAAABH8/rpaiFMts_sk/s400/occhi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283832955632880514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Non dar retta ai tuoi occhi,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"> e non credere a quello che vedi.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial"> Gli occhi vedono solo ciò che è limitato.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Guarda col tuo intelletto,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">e scopri quello che conosci già,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">allora imparerai come si vola!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial; min-height: 21.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Arial">Richard Bach - tratto da Il gabbiano di Jonathan Livingston</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-1991867143189405268?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-72666101634687706692008-12-23T09:06:00.000-08:002008-12-23T09:08:08.193-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVEa8knYT7I/AAAAAAAABHU/HsD32xsTi9k/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas5112007010838.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SVEa8knYT7I/AAAAAAAABHU/HsD32xsTi9k/s400/Merry_Christmas5112007010838.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283033465805623218" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">"Ho sempre pensato al Natale come ad un bel momento. Un momento gentile, caritatevole, piacevole e dedicato al perdono. L'unico momento che conosco, nel lungo anno, in cui gli uomini e le donne sembrano aprire consensualmente e liberamente i loro cuori, solitamente chiusi."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">(C. Dickens)</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-7266610163468770669?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-63726841521661813132008-12-22T06:50:00.000-08:002008-12-22T06:56:53.814-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SU-qrpxFN8I/AAAAAAAABG8/u0_NGyTeP5M/s1600-h/angel20purple20flyer0598wr.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SU-qrpxFN8I/AAAAAAAABG8/u0_NGyTeP5M/s400/angel20purple20flyer0598wr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282628554851694530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">...nella solitudine, nella malattia, nella confusione, la semplice conoscenza dell'amicizia rende possibile resistere, anche se l'amico non ha il potere di aiutarci. È sufficiente che esista. L'amicizia non è diminuita dalla distanza o dal tempo, dalla prigionia o dalla guerra, dalla sofferenza o dal silenzio. È in queste cose che essa mette più profonde radici. È da queste cose che essa fiorisce....</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Pam Brown</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6372684152166181313?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635514819477031960.post-65637990924965504312008-12-20T13:30:00.000-08:002008-12-20T13:43:33.121-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SU1m-imsCLI/AAAAAAAABFc/0OWzQFhLUFM/s1600-h/20050311-neve+intatta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fv9Y7_UyWVI/SU1m-imsCLI/AAAAAAAABFc/0OWzQFhLUFM/s400/20050311-neve+intatta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281991162602457266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> C'è il silenzio del cielo prima del temporale, delle foreste prima che si levi il vento del mare calmo della sera, di quelli che si amano,<br />della nostra anima,<br /> poi c'è solo il silenzio che chiede di essere ascoltato....<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br />Romano Battaglia<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635514819477031960-6563799092496550431?l=sospirinelvento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cinziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358116410362877417noreply@blogger.com1