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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye. </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret. </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I know not only why today my life is all astir, </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart. </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It is as if the time were come to wind up my work, </span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"l'utopia è là, all'orizzonte. mi avvicino di due passi, lei si allontana di due passi. faccio dieci passi e l'orizzonte si sposta di dieci passi. per quanto cammini, mai la raggiungerò. allora a cosa serve l'utopia? serve a questo: a camminare." </span></i></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-34326263821353325162011-07-23T14:19:00.001+01:002011-07-23T14:26:55.288+01:00Déserts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7iT3bdqTRK2U7qs4ZKIMDxRAQwHFdsvfe0b7a7bsDmbzo40mUX7WoF8avqPaj68dBE6LTa3x_c7zJKVaGrcAIP3Sy6occVLI8b6capeoa5V1W0JuCULRVW6ln_TG0ICrBywwUpRWfw/s1600/Lone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7iT3bdqTRK2U7qs4ZKIMDxRAQwHFdsvfe0b7a7bsDmbzo40mUX7WoF8avqPaj68dBE6LTa3x_c7zJKVaGrcAIP3Sy6occVLI8b6capeoa5V1W0JuCULRVW6ln_TG0ICrBywwUpRWfw/s400/Lone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632538679798961058" /></a><br />All those that people traverse or may traverse: physical deserts, on the earth, in the sea, in the sky, of sand, of snow, of interstellar spaces or of great cities, but also those of the human spirit, of that distant inner space no telescope can reach, where one is alone.<br />—VarèseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-75288784929011518962010-12-28T00:20:00.000+00:002010-12-28T00:21:26.452+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eewErresgYakRDmx6jLVVmR0bYIfomxU5xoVpovTfQFdFS000YU56jHCSa69NO9AS9WAmO0iuKhoP9pzFBR7bMQgMXFPgJMKzbRDMi6x0vpq3SVz2M9zFN0yJZVrpnBa9uWamOkNjw/s1600/pow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eewErresgYakRDmx6jLVVmR0bYIfomxU5xoVpovTfQFdFS000YU56jHCSa69NO9AS9WAmO0iuKhoP9pzFBR7bMQgMXFPgJMKzbRDMi6x0vpq3SVz2M9zFN0yJZVrpnBa9uWamOkNjw/s400/pow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555521595944378402" /></a><br />Hell is already here. There are two ways not to suffer in it. The first one is easy for most of us: you accept Hell and become part of it until you do not see it anymore. The second way is more risky and it needs constant attention and learning: you search and identify people and things that despite being within Hell, are not Hell, and you make them last, and you give room to them. <br />(Italo Calvino)<br />L'inferno è già qui. Due modi ci sono per non soffrirne.Il primo riesce facile a molti: accettare l'inferno e diventarne parte fino al punto di non vederlo più.Il secondo è rischioso ed esige attenzione e apprendimento continui: cercare e saper riconoscere chi e che cosa,in mezzo all'inferno, non è inferno, e farlo durare, e dargli spazio".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-45694346219635278512010-06-28T11:20:00.000+01:002010-06-28T11:22:25.074+01:00"without the imperialism of concept, music would have taken the place of philosophy: we would have had a paradise of inexplicable evidence" [emile cioran]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-2395299946822326702010-01-01T15:26:00.002+00:002010-01-01T15:28:39.574+00:00il giardiniere<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyeucN6CEUzEBigExtw-nqdJYL-RSgOKfFoVVK8JT3b03HH6Mbo8uK48rKYYBGw53M3dOe3VdkJW6Kq_wSrbLFiqjwvC6cZFEMdKQjhxVXL1SiOW5Vb7pYrZk_tUhZqvRdg9Nd8C6LQ/s1600-h/narcissistic+nautre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyeucN6CEUzEBigExtw-nqdJYL-RSgOKfFoVVK8JT3b03HH6Mbo8uK48rKYYBGw53M3dOe3VdkJW6Kq_wSrbLFiqjwvC6cZFEMdKQjhxVXL1SiOW5Vb7pYrZk_tUhZqvRdg9Nd8C6LQ/s400/narcissistic+nautre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421793444293332306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(...)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Giardiniere è colui che è addetto alla coltivazione e alla cura dei giardini e questo tutti lo sanno, ma se andiamo oltre il giardino si scopre che giardiniere è anche colui che sa coltivare e curare qualsiasi cosa gli venga affidata, siano piante o suoni o figli o sensazioni; suo compito è far crescere tutto ciò che ha potenzialità di crescita. Egli non crea dal nulla, semplicemente crea le condizioni perché un seme possa divenire pianta, un’idea composizione musicale, un bambino adulto. Un giardiniere apprezza anche il lavoro degli altri giardinieri (ne è persino orgoglioso) perché sa che se non progrediscono i giardini attorno a lui difficilmente lo potrà il suo.<br />Giardiniere può esserlo chiunque nel momento in cui impara a coltivare il giardino della propria coscienza e a crescere interiormente insieme a tutte le cose che crescono intorno a lui.<br />Ah, per finire, d’ora in poi nei programmi di sala scriverò prima giardiniere e poi compositore perché l’attività dell’uno comprende quella dell’altro.<br /><br />Walter Branchi<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-14077161501769418222009-06-14T23:40:00.014+01:002009-06-15T00:38:53.882+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZDqesOUH_23qx_Lakwq6yHIvLNSnjins8UvHNkTwpHAQpe4EPA4Ulka2azBNhHA-kzM-IDwMDuVZf-pziK3AiJ7oACYKpqJ4gJXmH5fY2hDIuhtUIu80qXDuRuE9YuJeM0FmW1C7lg/s1600-h/Immagine+127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZDqesOUH_23qx_Lakwq6yHIvLNSnjins8UvHNkTwpHAQpe4EPA4Ulka2azBNhHA-kzM-IDwMDuVZf-pziK3AiJ7oACYKpqJ4gJXmH5fY2hDIuhtUIu80qXDuRuE9YuJeM0FmW1C7lg/s400/Immagine+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319762603640322" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >Un essere umano è una parte di una totalità chiamata da noi universo una parte limitata nel tempo e spazio. Egli fa esperienza di se stesso, dei suoi pensieri e delle sue sensazioni, come di qualcosa che è separato dal resto, una specie di illusione ottica della sua consapevolezza. Quest'illusione è come una prigione per noi, ci restringe ai nostri desideri personali e all'unione con poche persone, le più vicine. Il nostro obbiettivo è liberarci da questa prigione, allargando il nostro cerchio di comprensione, fino ad abbracciare tutte le creature viventi e tutta la natura nella sua bellezza. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-16981625557201858882008-12-04T18:03:00.001+00:002008-12-04T18:10:21.684+00:001919 Errico Malatesta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5uvnwR3aCQKJUcPGBLibxF5edfr7L7hMA8gfhmIIQ7JoVUTEYJzJLfmJY-I5qjd2Kug1Z0VmRhhSlC5drJhArmXEaJnvs-UrxGIIMwuRDteWrxEeZzioeCOu0iX9gkyvCulW8sZ_nw/s1600-h/anarkner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5uvnwR3aCQKJUcPGBLibxF5edfr7L7hMA8gfhmIIQ7JoVUTEYJzJLfmJY-I5qjd2Kug1Z0VmRhhSlC5drJhArmXEaJnvs-UrxGIIMwuRDteWrxEeZzioeCOu0iX9gkyvCulW8sZ_nw/s400/anarkner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275998879525772050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWRcyIPw5viQSu_grZ-5ZVzvaBJkXxSm5RqeenLaxR6hL5PkGJoZlxfjOesUaB6YtJOEXZsEsQ-FzUiPBmFMiHVs2DsuDICNR4Pb9kT8t3KTsszxXAWTp2zEDZloeDumoRgJsTYoYAw/s1600-h/anar1919.png"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-87635040957765608842008-11-30T18:06:00.004+00:002008-11-30T18:37:10.653+00:00INFERNO Canto V<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WzSPpLnXjLv0kjXQEfKdy3-PKDQsJsvRA8BaxtoXqAtXOIsfNr07G7exSlawa9-SmduRXyJd3KHkIKzwaDxwuu3OC3RzBYKQNMJA5EAZ50XWdYac8U1dVOSyeRIsxz6mwlu95PNeUA/s1600-h/isola+delle+correnti.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WzSPpLnXjLv0kjXQEfKdy3-PKDQsJsvRA8BaxtoXqAtXOIsfNr07G7exSlawa9-SmduRXyJd3KHkIKzwaDxwuu3OC3RzBYKQNMJA5EAZ50XWdYac8U1dVOSyeRIsxz6mwlu95PNeUA/s400/isola+delle+correnti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274521012376538242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...<br /><br />Or incomincian le dolenti note<br /><br />a farmisi sentire; or son venuto<br /><br />là dove molto pianto mi percuote.<br /><br /><br /><br />Io venni in loco d’ogne luce muto,<br /><br />che mugghia come fa mar per tempesta,<br /><br />se da contrari venti è combattuto.<br /><br /><br /><br />La bufera infernal che mai non resta,<br /><br />mena li spirti con la sua rapina;<br /><br />voltando e percotendo li molesta.<br /><br /> ...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-83283289308231100612007-12-19T23:12:00.005+00:002011-01-02T15:45:40.794+00:00not3x<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNR1dgvorDShcDwXTjwO3At5J-GT-Ge2kpjOYFWxeBQLFUJIKR3V4IHjaTXJuBS4r_8Cjd_i1nQT65hrW6JiMCZKhytOqX5a2UBbitlL6O6-KDLHyypBiWdArXrVqKtMW_e10S2Xkkw/s1600-h/nothingEX_tvants2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNR1dgvorDShcDwXTjwO3At5J-GT-Ge2kpjOYFWxeBQLFUJIKR3V4IHjaTXJuBS4r_8Cjd_i1nQT65hrW6JiMCZKhytOqX5a2UBbitlL6O6-KDLHyypBiWdArXrVqKtMW_e10S2Xkkw/s400/nothingEX_tvants2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145829191694970498" border="0" /></a><br />risuscitano le percezioni della vita,<br />la sensazione delle cose...<br /><br />l'estraniamento, la complicazione<br />rendono le cose durature nel tempo,<br />dubbiose e non noiose.<br /><br />il naufragar m'è dolce in questo tortuoso ed immenso mar in tempesta dove il mio pensiero s'annega e la totalità del nulla m'inghiotte.<br /><br />not-ex<br />NOThingEXiste<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(and i feel better)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-19214480181218903272007-05-16T15:50:00.002+00:002009-02-27T00:04:42.760+00:00astigmatic garden<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">b<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">l</span>u</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5unHKsIA3uk7egoR770N7sfwPIoUZeYbcsyd9dZi91GZFDJmYSl7CTTQzaIUH57h3m5WLp3v3XVW-g1sKHBOR-TRlNuCVLD8cBKJWhW3SQA5iME8UVJyBSHKqVJu6ioqLOMDLRRbPg/s1600-h/blu.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5unHKsIA3uk7egoR770N7sfwPIoUZeYbcsyd9dZi91GZFDJmYSl7CTTQzaIUH57h3m5WLp3v3XVW-g1sKHBOR-TRlNuCVLD8cBKJWhW3SQA5iME8UVJyBSHKqVJu6ioqLOMDLRRbPg/s400/blu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065188321949904418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">gi<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">al</span>lo</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F5hjCwQiBm7uaOtBO5ulLk_f0lrbQcyM6ZVkDtlW4IHIRIz7jBZMvdBBUUEkJfAHHgzT8pSXTuKP_8UxCwnlDFHwU1CS4uovNj3Fi3M7pYEdfhbBrg6CVjAk3bs6WALBDEw73wnEoA/s1600-h/giallo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBEK3h-akld8MTht9u0ZH55uyBbc7fDDCWRhiTzcINqXiaq6TUBlnwhk_DfErLPaHywx3DbgFjI-Wv1gD4V2OM2vpZ0GuIHO6M7ZSBPPMruwxHRcWWJJ27DYDvtZ_8GO3MYtaLx1ZAQ/s400/spiche_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065188343424740962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> vi<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ola</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxXtdOJ4uOGsiBm6TqIcuY2njEbUimojp9x_hQNAxvMCbVRKKm6KBjso4ZXJCY_xD3Zn51Ei-MEFo5_Masdp5RAMc79Ydv2AbUF6VZRxgCpC4oPoNGH7ZBx3iQ10G3PbEGfz7EQQFXw/s1600-h/sflower4you.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxXtdOJ4uOGsiBm6TqIcuY2njEbUimojp9x_hQNAxvMCbVRKKm6KBjso4ZXJCY_xD3Zn51Ei-MEFo5_Masdp5RAMc79Ydv2AbUF6VZRxgCpC4oPoNGH7ZBx3iQ10G3PbEGfz7EQQFXw/s400/sflower4you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145839327817789106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">ve</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">do</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">t<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">u</span>t</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">to</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">sf</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">oc</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">at</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">o</span></span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341415986873128.post-66581009088542815832007-03-27T09:55:00.000+00:002008-12-09T01:26:22.362+00:00turchino sereno il cielo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXQu6k3WLgjrZQ-ibMCKO3fpJqnnRZkOUE16bAfIWJ51kSatTYqZYnl42T7wvAWvVwdd9PX0uPJDc9gtThQgTUWFMKN88XepNse6CTQC8QieO72Fk-JAg-GG75UFln3jSGwE1R4c2YA/s1600-h/CIElos.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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