tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20122096786396732042012-02-16T20:08:49.383-08:00Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-29273294666947635232008-06-05T14:38:00.000-07:002008-06-05T15:04:52.085-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SEhejKfyFLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_Bii5Vu6LJI/s1600-h/P1020313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SEhejKfyFLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_Bii5Vu6LJI/s320/P1020313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208516927260071090" /></a>ci sono posti in cui il tempo e lo spazio si incontrano in un fare di acqua e aria e fuoco e terra<div>mi strappo tutto di dosso ma non mi vedo in niente ma sento l'odore del sole e ...<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SEhejsdwMGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3dhUCMZO4xw/s1600-h/P1020370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SEhejsdwMGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3dhUCMZO4xw/s320/P1020370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208516936378364002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SEhekP5bnFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Xqry_SnNVwk/s1600-h/P1020277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SEhekP5bnFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Xqry_SnNVwk/s320/P1020277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208516945889696850" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-2927329466694763523?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-26549610277953636082008-04-16T16:48:00.000-07:002008-04-16T16:53:46.916-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SAaQ6uY9jyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sQB_EByosKU/s1600-h/P1010975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/SAaQ6uY9jyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sQB_EByosKU/s320/P1010975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189994959150616354" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-2654961027795363608?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-57762204629438495602008-03-28T09:37:00.000-07:002008-03-28T09:48:28.247-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R-0fQC3S7QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jhi4nv5wzw8/s1600-h/P1010959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R-0fQC3S7QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jhi4nv5wzw8/s320/P1010959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182833106680474882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">...la musica non è questione di numeri,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ma emozioni vissute da individui e ogni persona </div><div style="text-align: center;">è unica e irripetibile</div><div style="text-align: center;">a suo modo </div><div style="text-align: center;">infinita</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">giovanni </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-5776220462943849560?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-40612665760036559612008-02-21T08:28:00.000-08:002008-02-21T08:30:01.110-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R72m542EuvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AmN9vHBT6c0/s1600-h/P1010809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R72m542EuvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AmN9vHBT6c0/s320/P1010809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169471460733139698" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-4061266576003655961?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-68083330680991302822008-02-18T12:49:00.000-08:002008-02-18T12:52:49.463-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-6808333068099130282?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-8345394411216184092008-01-24T09:10:00.000-08:002008-01-24T09:17:03.677-08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R5jHI-lpOAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q_-4AyWxkhM/s1600-h/P1010442.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R5jHI-lpOAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q_-4AyWxkhM/s320/P1010442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092330206672898" /></a>....rubo....<div>....tutto...</div><div>...ingordo...</div><div>...grazie...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-834539441121618409?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-12315207069779668382008-01-17T17:35:00.000-08:002008-01-17T17:43:06.699-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R5ACjMzsYXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PtZbDtQXpA4/s1600-h/CIMG0988.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R5ACjMzsYXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PtZbDtQXpA4/s320/CIMG0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624377095938418" /></a>in un giorno come altri giorni mi ritrovo a guadare con gli occhi di qualcun¡altro qualcosa di nuovo spettacolare e geniale...non sò se è l'ala  o il profilo infinito di un non posto...oggi in Messico pioveva qui c'era il sole e in Cina nevicava...dentro di me piccoli scrosci...ciao Jin..buon viaggio...i fiori vanno vanno bagnati...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-1231520706977966838?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-36038904872283636592008-01-16T13:16:00.000-08:002008-01-16T14:37:29.076-08:00<div>ma dove vanno i marinai?????</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-3603890487228363659?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-48001303294334131962008-01-09T15:11:00.000-08:002008-01-09T15:41:05.619-08:00<div>......bello....mi piace....mi  piace...bello....</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-4800130329433413196?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-73249369107008081102008-01-08T17:37:00.000-08:002008-01-08T17:39:03.258-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R4Qlq8zsYWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d0Ud7JiIzvo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R4Qlq8zsYWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d0Ud7JiIzvo/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153285293426368866" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7324936910700808110?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-8075617529446508922008-01-04T18:14:00.000-08:002008-01-04T18:17:19.926-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R37obMzsYVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qv-Nk7tMsVw/s1600-h/P1010534.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R37obMzsYVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qv-Nk7tMsVw/s320/P1010534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151810577750581586" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-807561752944650892?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-42667235410237389592008-01-02T12:38:00.001-08:002008-01-02T13:10:57.690-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3v9b8zsYUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/meWe-JZdH-c/s1600-h/P1010517.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3v9b8zsYUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/meWe-JZdH-c/s320/P1010517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150989255449534786" /></a>..o meglio gatto tascabile..sta sera non esco, mi ha convinto...<div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-4266723541023738959?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-72349649854439194522007-12-30T19:06:00.001-08:002007-12-30T19:11:24.226-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3hdq8zsYTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mcoc9O8wip4/s1600-h/P1010478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3hdq8zsYTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mcoc9O8wip4/s320/P1010478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149969166356996402" /></a><br />Lo spettacolo.....soggettivo...non è la ragione ma l'emozione che fà la differenza...notte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7234964985443919452?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-77556791402730490332007-12-30T06:13:00.000-08:002007-12-30T07:33:09.455-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3expMzsYSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/X2k2P_DmlDk/s1600-h/P1010473.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3expMzsYSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/X2k2P_DmlDk/s320/P1010473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149780020292247842" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi hanno dato un compito...che sogni ho per il 2008????</div><div style="text-align: center;">troppo concentrato ancora sul 2007...</div><div style="text-align: center;">e a due giorni dalla fine...</div><div style="text-align: center;">però, perchè c'è sempre un però...</div><div style="text-align: center;">un rinnovato sorriso sul viso di qualcuno</div><div style="text-align: center;">   veramente speciale  </div><div style="text-align: center;">che sta per realizzarne uno suo </div><div style="text-align: center;"> penso sia di buon auspicio</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">...tanti auguri ai pazzi ed ai sognatori...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">buon anno</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7755679140273049033?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-56563263682344253502007-12-28T18:34:00.000-08:002007-12-30T07:17:07.640-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3WyaqdUACI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BrFYZ7UBP0s/s1600-h/camoss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R3WyaqdUACI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BrFYZ7UBP0s/s320/camoss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149217920111607842" /></a>il talento di saper vivere.............un sorriso semplice e oggi......questo 2007 ....domani sarò più ricco...salto ancora con il tuo sorriso in quella pozza <div>da 8 metri....voila...la vita...merçi....sigarettevinomontagnacuore....asproedolce...l'importanteèavervissuo....ciao camos<div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-5656326368234425350?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-62220511569261840692007-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:002007-12-21T19:34:41.559-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R2yFxqdUABI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kVrMDS2mrPg/s1600-h/DSCN4687.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R2yFxqdUABI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kVrMDS2mrPg/s320/DSCN4687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146635562434953234" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-6222051156926184069?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-76689017345653909872007-12-16T16:53:00.000-08:002007-12-16T17:02:26.402-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R2XI96dUAAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1tTjiLfS7hA/s1600-h/P1010445.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R2XI96dUAAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1tTjiLfS7hA/s200/P1010445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144739115330437122" /></a>freddo e cammino...FREDDO....<div>come oggi di oggi 50 e non più anni...</div><div>e incontro oltre ai mie silenziosi ed oziosi pomeridiani pensieri qualcosa che iconizza il tempo...</div><div>immagine di ciò che tutti siamo stati..</div><div> ribelli..</div><div>saremo...</div><div>passione ..</div><div>e dobbiamo accettare...</div><div>il mondo va avanti...</div><div>mille e più di battaglie...</div><div>è arte l'essere...</div><div>la mano rossa e pensieri di chi ha vissuto la nosra storia e ci ha lasciato scritto sù un portone che domani è domani...</div><div>la vita è un'AVVENTURA....</div><div>notte ce </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7668901734565390987?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-65338333032729141662007-12-15T18:07:00.000-08:002007-12-17T03:26:03.096-08:00e poi i bei fiori <div>del mio giallo giardino</div><div>mi hanno chiesto chi è oggi che</div><div>ci regalerà il </div><div>sole</div><div>....la vita regina di tutto...</div><div>e ancora chi è il sole </div><div>...i sorrisi...</div><div>e ancora...</div><div>portami a ballare...</div><div>ho voglia di sentirmi leggero...</div><div>una volta per volta...</div><div>sorrisi pieni di vita...</div><div>ho voglia di ballare..</div><div>ballare .....</div><div>ballare...</div><div>chiudo gli occhi...</div><div>solo sorridenti balli mi stravolgono</div><div>oggi </div><div>ballo..</div><div>e l'erba cresce libera tutto intorno a me..</div><div>come la vita...</div><div>ballo nel sole e nei tuoi sorrisi...</div><div>vita..</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-6533833303272914166?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-51908191859709386352007-12-14T18:50:00.000-08:002007-12-14T19:03:55.131-08:00Emetto un turpiloquio.....<div>silenzio....</div><div>vado a dormire ....</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>peso la farina....</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>tiro una riga...</div><div>silenzio....</div><div>lancio un sasso...</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>telefono a dio....</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>percepisco solo ora il respiro del silenzio..</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>sono pieno di silenzio...</div><div>colori profumi carezze .....</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>silenzio...svuoto...</div><div>silenzio...</div><div>lezioni...</div><div>capire...</div><div>silenzio..</div><div>maesserefeliciècomerespirarel'ariadisestessinelsilenziodisisentirsivivi...</div><div>silenziosamentevivi..</div><div>ssss....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-5190819185970938635?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-51965491538558137372007-12-13T17:19:00.000-08:002007-12-13T17:25:04.825-08:00Il nuovo direttore caricatura di se stesso mi osserva incuriosito dalle parole del mio consulente ed io come sempre interpreto me stesso nel migliore degli sfacciati modo senza grandi sforzi...ed aggiunge per finire...ci credo anch'io....e meno male...perchè mi piacerebbe esserne convinto come lui...e chi vivrà vedrà... <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-5196549153855813737?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-89765784289317677182007-12-12T11:02:00.000-08:002007-12-12T11:03:35.267-08:00...non sto mentendo...la mia bocca racconta una fantasiosa novella....homer simpson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-8976578428931767718?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-40610509284960508602007-12-11T08:59:00.000-08:002007-12-11T09:00:35.426-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R17CKxf_r7I/AAAAAAAAADs/gHZxXK_SnE4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R17CKxf_r7I/AAAAAAAAADs/gHZxXK_SnE4/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142761314845700018" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-4061050928496050860?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-41530783543165370702007-12-09T16:46:00.000-08:002007-12-09T08:09:21.997-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-4153078354316537070?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-62368427190060268192007-12-09T09:39:00.000-08:002007-12-09T09:47:30.346-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1woWxf_r6I/AAAAAAAAADk/UNQ_XSnQRLU/s1600-h/P1010316.JPG">perchè non posso montare l'audio ....gatta in calore...MIAOOOOOO</a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1woWxf_r6I/AAAAAAAAADk/UNQ_XSnQRLU/s1600-h/P1010316.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1woWxf_r6I/AAAAAAAAADk/UNQ_XSnQRLU/s320/P1010316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142029246260031394" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-6236842719006026819?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-37323155180355631622007-12-09T07:47:00.001-08:002007-12-11T17:26:53.296-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1wSzxf_r5I/AAAAAAAAADc/-PzrTQYf6Co/s1600-h/P1010311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1wSzxf_r5I/AAAAAAAAADc/-PzrTQYf6Co/s320/P1010311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142005555220426642" /></a><br />Entro nella stanza un pò stordito da mille immaginicolorisuoni troppo vicini all'ora del mio risveglio che rendono irrazionale le descrizioni di chi ha studiato per capire....come un rumore sordo la luce di mille riflessi colpisce qualcosa dentro di me...volo per un breve istante a mezzaria...volo......la testa....mi farò una stanza anch'io così.....bella...per adesso consiglio una piccola visita alla Gamec....  <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-3732315518035563162?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-89033156389852728412007-12-08T02:29:00.000-08:002007-12-08T02:33:44.491-08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Dalla mia stanza</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">sento lo zampillo</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Un dito della pergola </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">e un raggio di sole </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">segnalano il luogo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">del mio cuore.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Se ne vanno le nuvole </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">nel vento di agosto,io</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">sogno di non sognare </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">dentro lo zampillo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Lorca</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-8903315638985272841?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-87471742532021255712007-12-07T19:35:00.000-08:002007-12-08T02:29:25.730-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1oT5xf_r4I/AAAAAAAAADU/LR0Ork4mDA8/s1600-h/P1000310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1oT5xf_r4I/AAAAAAAAADU/LR0Ork4mDA8/s320/P1000310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141443807857848194" /></a><br />Discuto serenamente con tutto la mia estrema e radicale visione apertamente progressistaconservatrice di cose che non sono sicuro voler conservare, con qualche nuovo pensante amico......se la ragione spesso stà nel mezzo....<div><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-8747174253202125571?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-12565536981232034632007-12-04T16:46:00.000-08:002007-12-04T17:10:27.098-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1X6c7MuZqI/AAAAAAAAADM/rZGUdDuhZcY/s1600-h/P1010310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1X6c7MuZqI/AAAAAAAAADM/rZGUdDuhZcY/s320/P1010310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140289924547634850" /></a><br />Mille volte  mi giro e lo sguardo cade su un attimo della quotidianità; a volte mi sconvolge sensuale, raro ma inebriante e qualcuno riesce a vedermi emozionato dall' invisibile e ingenuo godere di gesti innocenti ma femminili che dentro restano indelebili, unici ed etereii ,quadri e cornici di ciò che nel mondo fa la differenza...BELLO....fortuna....unicità di ogni rapporto,e crederci...piano piano...piano piano...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-1256553698123203463?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-33877902875127064982007-12-02T16:13:00.001-08:002007-12-03T08:42:06.204-08:00Mi alzo dopo un travagliato  sonno benforzato e vado a provare il motore della mia pullmacchina...mangio un toast alla esiliataroncola e poi mi faccio accogliere da un bel saluto di un gatto nuovo di una Persona speciale...compro vecchiume che farà del bene ad altri... un pò per me e per un regalo al sempre re del Sindacato dei bei trascorsi...della Sognatrice Toscana e di tutti quelli che con noi hanno festeggiato il domani..reduci da ieri e orfani di uno strepitoso sorriso, ma vogliosi di nuovi sguardi...sognando come se il nostro ciraniconaso annusasse la sua agrumata Rossana...e che con le mani per terra..e qui cito...sono seduto sulla banchina del porto guardo le navi partir...grazie a tutti...notte ce<div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-3387790287512706498?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-6520414626595005612007-12-01T06:23:00.001-08:002007-12-01T06:26:22.532-08:00Zuppa di miso e sorrisi dalla vetrina....ciao ciao....da chi ha le mani per terra...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-652041462659500561?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-32869994133141414792007-12-01T02:55:00.000-08:002007-12-01T02:59:51.406-08:00<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1E-D81eadI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iA2ro6Gke1o/s1600-R/P1010290.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">cucino il cuoco .....</span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R1E-D81eadI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bMu21xCmKi0/s320/P1010290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138956887397394898" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-3286999413314141479?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-44806741235907224292007-11-26T01:37:00.000-08:002007-11-26T01:41:02.773-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0qUdrmR0JI/AAAAAAAAACw/02HEBwn1hQM/s1600-h/P1010223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0qUdrmR0JI/AAAAAAAAACw/02HEBwn1hQM/s320/P1010223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137081562609864850" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-4480674123590722429?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-16734470543092645302007-11-25T14:30:00.000-08:002007-11-25T14:34:17.036-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0n4BLmR0II/AAAAAAAAACk/yFyhvzD_c_g/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0n4BLmR0II/AAAAAAAAACk/yFyhvzD_c_g/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136909549169660034" /></a>Metterò la sordina perchè la musica del tuo sorriso non farà più eco alle note del tuo pianoforte...ciao Mirko <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0n3tLmR0HI/AAAAAAAAACc/2ppwLAlOO1c/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-1673447054309264530?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-84977837493162391592007-11-25T13:49:00.000-08:002007-11-25T14:25:25.066-08:00Mi sveglio in sordina ma che il sole entra dalla finestra dopo tanta pioggia mi colpisce e aspetto che oggi come un raggio, un sorriso sià la prima cosa che passi per la mia giornata....<div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-8497783749316239159?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-9893568515361990952007-11-24T07:39:00.000-08:002007-11-24T07:48:45.569-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0hHqrmR0EI/AAAAAAAAACE/Fx2EE3a0kfA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0hHqrmR0EI/AAAAAAAAACE/Fx2EE3a0kfA/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434173599404098" /></a><br />...difficolta di comunicazione....base qui Houston....crrr...crr...<div>mayday....mayday....soggetto riconosciuto...verificare i collegamenti....crrr...crrr....</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-989356851536199095?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-17441314524694688862007-11-23T19:26:00.000-08:002007-11-24T00:46:37.853-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0eaIrmR0DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wCNt7q8meo8/s1600-h/riri-storm.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0eaIrmR0DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wCNt7q8meo8/s200/riri-storm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136243373972246578" /></a>.....aprire e chiudere....<div>....aprire e chiudere....</div><div>....aprire e chiudere.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">..olè...</span></span>aprire e chiudere tutti giorni....</div><div><br /></div><div> ...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="">ciaobellecerniere</span>...ciaoamicadibellecerniere....ciao a tutti.. </div><div>....vò in lec...l'è giunta l'ora..</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-1744131452469468886?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-13143802434434650232007-11-23T15:51:00.000-08:002007-11-23T19:48:41.636-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0dn27mR0CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SZliLjWqJiU/s1600-h/P1010203.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0dn27mR0CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SZliLjWqJiU/s200/P1010203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136188093448179746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;">Da Miki Tatu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-1314380243443465023?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-32122399462944902252007-11-23T09:04:00.000-08:002007-11-23T09:10:36.949-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0cItLmR0BI/AAAAAAAAABs/axaIjEsliUg/s1600-h/Foto+37.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0cItLmR0BI/AAAAAAAAABs/axaIjEsliUg/s200/Foto+37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136083472339816466" /></a>comeseognipossibileforzaetrasmissionefossericcardifacilitrasfigurazioniespressiveemitigantidelnostroessere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-3212239946294490225?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-77573819375646193562007-11-22T17:49:00.001-08:002007-11-22T17:58:57.511-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Novità della già mia complessa attività<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">G+2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">da domani comincia la Sua </div><img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0Yx8LmR0AI/AAAAAAAAABk/fCHED5s6vHc/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135847335037882370" /><div style="text-align: center;">attività<br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> d'importazione dalla Spagna...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...mi casa es tu casa...e buona fortuna...</div><div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7757381937564619356?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-85621254785447453962007-11-22T09:41:00.001-08:002007-11-22T09:59:08.844-08:00Leggendo e rilassando ho incontrato questo pensiero...."l'arte è questo,scappare dalla realtà che ti vuol mangiare..",e poi ho pensato che ieri mi sono mangiato il frutto sudato della mia arte... <div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0XAWbmRz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/BlCEfsyTh6k/s200/P1010159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135722441683881970" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-8562125478544745396?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-71873927427360796482007-11-21T16:12:00.000-08:002007-11-21T16:24:47.748-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0TJ57mRz-I/AAAAAAAAABU/AgRDmdGMHx0/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0TJ57mRz-I/AAAAAAAAABU/AgRDmdGMHx0/s320/P1010156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135451472197177314" /></a>Della sera che orso nella mia caverna accessibile ai pochi cioè ai più...in un solitudico atto di creatività ecco...PENTAGRAMMA RITMATO DI PROFUMI E NATALE....forse meglio che blocco la mia creatività...sarà il nuovogiradischivecchio...le lampade...un pò di vino rosso...poco per la verità...il mondo visto da qui sembra...E POI mi sono mangiato l'opera con le orecchiette...frida sindacati e luciodalla....voila la folle normalità..url..ronf..magnana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7187392742736079648?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-79319088738528836442007-11-20T17:30:00.000-08:002007-11-20T17:40:46.484-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0OKk7mRz8I/AAAAAAAAABE/-wxk3_ZOCTs/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0OKk7mRz8I/AAAAAAAAABE/-wxk3_ZOCTs/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135100367210663874" /></a>Mi sveglio al mattino facendo già che tra pensieri e parole e piccoli abbbbracci bisogna mettersi in marcia con ottimismo....e che la giornata sia ricca è normale...ma finirla con R. rasato da S. ...il ristosalotto di pluto e un socio che ne sà una più del diavolo...ultima proposta commerciale<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">...e se non hai fame non hai sete non hai sonno...magari possiamo darti una spuntatina...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;">per oggi va bene così....</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-7931908873852883644?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-1446112910836120032007-11-20T08:58:00.000-08:002007-11-20T09:08:01.468-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0MSzbmRz4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/L41c6upc8N8/s1600-h/P1000209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edGgXGQ54_c/R0MSzbmRz4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/L41c6upc8N8/s320/P1000209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968674923433858" /></a>...salame vino libri gianduia qualcosa di vecchio qualcosa di nuovo un cactus e dei fiori quattro sedie....ci troviamo sempre volentieri qua attorno...il giorno migliore è il lunedì, giorno del grande saggio....Gherard de Valencia...e se passate dopo la mezzanotte...magari  troverete il vostro spazio...lunes de la importasion...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-144611291083612003?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-14054631876800953372007-11-18T09:37:00.000-08:002007-11-18T09:38:53.103-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">.basta pensare che siamo fatti di acqua calda,che siamo soffici liquidi ed elastici.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">L'abbandono è uno stato difficile a cui non siamo abituati, perchè sempre ossessionati dal controllo a tutti i costi dei particolari,mentre forse esso è partecipazione alla pienezza.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">L'abbandono è una forma di consapevolezza; come dire, è così chiassosa la storia,nell'infinito silenzio universale, che è inutile aggiungere altro rumore.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Dunque è un prendere atto di esistere, di possedere braccia dita e talento non nostri, di essere in possesso di una identità che ci è data ,così come tutto in noi e attorno a noi ci è donato, ci avanza, trabocca le nostre aspettative; nulla ci appartiene.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "> </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Allora ecco risvegliarsi in noi l'infantile stupore per ogni cosa, sempre nuova, sempre provvisoria.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Giovanni Allevi  </span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-1405463187680095337?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012209678639673204.post-38945552602508075032007-11-17T08:12:00.000-08:002007-11-17T08:20:05.992-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;">Impreparato all'evento apro i battenti di un luogononluogo nell'anno dell'aria nella testa. Benvenuti a tutti </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012209678639673204-3894555260250807503?l=zuccamango.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255087123648066510noreply@blogger.com1