<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 23:31:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Foto e pensieri</title><description>Un luogo dove ogni pensiero prende forma con parole e immagini...</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-7221978283499193282</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-08T09:01:55.230Z</atom:updated><title>La mia galleria fotografica</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RzLPfbqFnsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TozD2Z841FY/s1600-h/autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RzLPfbqFnsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TozD2Z841FY/s320/autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130391064435596994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agli inizi di ottobre ho inaugurato la mia galleria fotografica su Flickr, pian piano sto inserendo qualche scatto, quindi non perderla di vista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La puoi trovare al seguente indirizzo: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alemes"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/alemes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-7221978283499193282?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-mia-galleria-fotografica.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RzLPfbqFnsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TozD2Z841FY/s72-c/autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-8355796626524208036</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-08T19:47:57.690Z</atom:updated><title>Finalmente...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RwqIJBSJGjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-x1UHW08BZA/s1600-h/img_4972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RwqIJBSJGjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-x1UHW08BZA/s320/img_4972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119053615004719666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...son tornato!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dopo settimane di sbattimenti e imprecazioni sono tornato online, ho rimesso su il mio PC e ho cercato di recuperare il piu' possibile i dati.&lt;br /&gt;Questo primo post, dopo la crisi del mio PC, lo voglio dedicare al 22 Settembre, data del primo raduno siciliano del CCI (Canon Club Italia).&lt;br /&gt;Una giornata trascorsa all'insegna della fotografia con tanti fotoamatori che non hanno niente da invidiare ai professionisti.&lt;br /&gt;L'uscita fotografica ha visto come mete Vendicari (con la passeggiata alla vecchia tonnara), pranzo a Noto (con il buon vinello) e giro per Noto barocca.&lt;br /&gt;Beh! che dire...uno sballo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-8355796626524208036?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/10/finalmente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RwqIJBSJGjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-x1UHW08BZA/s72-c/img_4972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-5052807662202903381</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T21:07:24.775Z</atom:updated><title>Antichi mestieri...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RstS-EGrU3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZYg20WQWCMA/s1600-h/IMG_4615_bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RstS-EGrU3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZYg20WQWCMA/s320/IMG_4615_bn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101262229134332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...ormai quasi dimenticati che sopravvivono nelle mani vissute di chi ha combattuto e fatto la storia...questi sono i segni del tempo che passa...e' il passato che costruisce il futuro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-5052807662202903381?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/antichi-mestieri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RstS-EGrU3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZYg20WQWCMA/s72-c/IMG_4615_bn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-861067616888435928</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-27T20:25:51.807Z</atom:updated><title>Segreto...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqpTPW7_RNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wTSi_uzYXeI/s1600-h/IMG_4555_bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqpTPW7_RNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wTSi_uzYXeI/s320/IMG_4555_bn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091973852016100562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chiuso da secoli a guardia di un segreto, viaggiatori e semplici passanti si sono fermati per scoprirlo, ma io non lo permetto.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta storia nella mia ruggine, tanta illusione nella mia serratura, ma non svelo a nessuno quello che porto dentro e proteggo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-861067616888435928?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/segreto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqpTPW7_RNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wTSi_uzYXeI/s72-c/IMG_4555_bn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-8073842635080185314</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-27T20:17:50.096Z</atom:updated><title>Vizzini</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqpS0m7_RMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/chTZ2fBlWV4/s1600-h/img_4554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqpS0m7_RMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/chTZ2fBlWV4/s320/img_4554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091973392454599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scorcio di un paesino dove ancora si respira il profumo della storia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-8073842635080185314?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/vizzini.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqpS0m7_RMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/chTZ2fBlWV4/s72-c/img_4554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-5604345167824678044</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 08:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-23T08:29:53.933Z</atom:updated><title>Diga Ancipa...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqRmZG7_RLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XrxVZR8Nmf8/s1600-h/pianta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqRmZG7_RLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XrxVZR8Nmf8/s320/pianta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090306060380488882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in un tranquillo venerdi pomeriggio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-5604345167824678044?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/diga-ancipa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RqRmZG7_RLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XrxVZR8Nmf8/s72-c/pianta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-6864209837038862882</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T16:46:30.277Z</atom:updated><title>Luci ed ombre dorate</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rpzw5vU5ixI/AAAAAAAAAFk/znCAlT8ao44/s1600-h/luciombre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rpzw5vU5ixI/AAAAAAAAAFk/znCAlT8ao44/s320/luciombre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088206553769151250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un gioco di luci ed ombre a completare un paesaggio dai colori dorati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-6864209837038862882?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/luci-e-ombre-dorate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rpzw5vU5ixI/AAAAAAAAAFk/znCAlT8ao44/s72-c/luciombre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-211306805228751705</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-13T22:02:33.295Z</atom:updated><title>Solo...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rpf2JPU5iwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T18OuDXsuhk/s1600-h/img_4432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rpf2JPU5iwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T18OuDXsuhk/s320/img_4432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086804942731709186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...e non mi arrendo.&lt;br /&gt;Pioggia bagnami, sole asciugami, freddo colpiscimi...voi non siete intemperie per me, siete la mia vita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-211306805228751705?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/solo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rpf2JPU5iwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T18OuDXsuhk/s72-c/img_4432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-2394470761469692879</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-06T22:29:44.601Z</atom:updated><title>Il grido</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Ro7AmuCh5BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GD47CSYtwWY/s1600-h/urlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Ro7AmuCh5BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GD47CSYtwWY/s320/urlo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084212800774071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, non vuole essere un'imitazione de "Il grido" (o l'urlo) di Munch, ma un modo come un altro per dire che oggi e' necessario gridare per farsi sentire...per far valere le proprie ragioni.&lt;br /&gt;Un urlo necessario per destare questo Mondo che non ti sta ad ascoltare, per farsi sentire da tutte quelle persone false ed ipocrite (si questo e' rivolto proprio a voi che siete in tante li fuori) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-2394470761469692879?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/il-grido.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Ro7AmuCh5BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GD47CSYtwWY/s72-c/urlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-111938157470916828</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-01T09:38:47.067Z</atom:updated><title>Divagando...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RnmqjZk84lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aQMGI4C0CQ4/s1600-h/moto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RnmqjZk84lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aQMGI4C0CQ4/s320/moto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078277579974959698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RnmnBJk84kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Bxe8hWj_tr0/s1600-h/moto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RnmnBJk84kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Bxe8hWj_tr0/s320/moto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078273693029556802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabato ho avuto il piacere di assistere ad una sezione di prove libere su pista e relativi corsi.&lt;br /&gt;Approfittando del fatto che alcuni amici PAZZI PATITI motociclisti si sono intrippati con questa cosa siamo partiti, io e altri due moschettieri (ZuMario e MeFrati), alla volta di Siracusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' stata un'esperienza bellissima, vedere quei bolidi sfrecciare e quel rombo di motori, la prima cosa che mi sono detto e' stata:&lt;e&gt; immagina che casino che deve fare il MotoGP...&lt;br /&gt;Ho approfittato dell'occasione per rispolverare (in tutti i sensi) la mia moto che dopo qualche difficolta' (batteria a terra) ha deciso di partire, ma e' stata sopratutto, da buon appassionato di fotografia, un'occasione per scontrarmi con una "specialita'" mai provata finora: la foto sportiva...e li giu' di panning, tempi di congelamento e quanto possibile per tirare fuori qualcosa di buono...&lt;br /&gt;Un grazie sentito va al cugino di Ciccio (fido compagno di avventure fotografiche) che ci ha prestato il suo 75-300 (mostru!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E concludo con una citazione motociclistica:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sull'asciutto e sul bagnato tieni sempre spalancato (Niño)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/e&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-111938157470916828?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/divagando.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RnmqjZk84lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aQMGI4C0CQ4/s72-c/moto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-6987898722955230727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-04T21:13:57.118Z</atom:updated><title>Sapori di Sicilia</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RmR_md5NIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/44yBDmZe17c/s1600-h/sapori_di_sicilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RmR_md5NIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/44yBDmZe17c/s320/sapori_di_sicilia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072319379162341650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciuri ciuri ciuri di tuttu l'annu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciuri di gelsuminu rampicanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'nun cantu nè p'ammuri nè p'amanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'nun cantu nè d'ammuri nè p'amanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma cantu pi sturnarimi la menti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;…................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-6987898722955230727?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/sapori-di-sicilia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RmR_md5NIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/44yBDmZe17c/s72-c/sapori_di_sicilia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-193210078615458901</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-30T17:19:04.895Z</atom:updated><title>Abbandonati...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rl2x1d5NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8uIVRI2suQM/s1600-h/abbandonati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rl2x1d5NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8uIVRI2suQM/s320/abbandonati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070404287604793602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...lascia che il tuo sguardo si perda li', oltre l'infinito...gioisci dei colori della natura...tutto questo e' tuo, proteggilo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-193210078615458901?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/abbandonati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rl2x1d5NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8uIVRI2suQM/s72-c/abbandonati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-6766922571730606162</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T15:34:42.112Z</atom:updated><title>Foto d'altri tempi</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RkM7NWDDFYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q2MhsZukUBk/s1600-h/foto_altri_tempi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RkM7NWDDFYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q2MhsZukUBk/s320/foto_altri_tempi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062955506537272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un antico scorcio di un paesino dove ancora gli abitanti si incontrano per strada con il piacere di chiacchierare, di vivere la vita come dicono loro e non con il ritmo che gli viene imposto: Forza D'Agro'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-6766922571730606162?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/foto-daltri-tempi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RkM7NWDDFYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q2MhsZukUBk/s72-c/foto_altri_tempi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-1592215512576419847</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-06T20:12:10.587Z</atom:updated><title>Terza eta'...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rj414WDDFXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nzrBQ-SQd6A/s1600-h/terza_eta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rj414WDDFXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nzrBQ-SQd6A/s320/terza_eta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061542273318327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...sono solo e l'unica compagnia e' questa piccola televisione..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spesso ci dimentichiamo di loro, li lasciamo soli a ricordare l'amore che hanno dato senza mai ricevere nulla in cambio...eppure  grazie a loro oggi siamo qui.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-1592215512576419847?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/terza-eta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rj414WDDFXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nzrBQ-SQd6A/s72-c/terza_eta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-4385493477200987840</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T10:36:54.641Z</atom:updated><title>Storia di un amore...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RjHSNmDDFWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MgsJH7DB35c/s1600-h/storia_amore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RjHSNmDDFWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MgsJH7DB35c/s320/storia_amore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058054987507242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-4385493477200987840?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/storia-di-un-amore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RjHSNmDDFWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MgsJH7DB35c/s72-c/storia_amore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-8328370094917550873</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-15T20:57:35.039Z</atom:updated><title>Attesa...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RiKQ51YKr7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lehRopWfcbE/s1600-h/attesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RiKQ51YKr7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lehRopWfcbE/s320/attesa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053761055118503858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...sto qui, ad aspettare qualcuno che forse non arrivera' mai. Qualcuno capace di farmi credere almeno per una volta a quello a cui piu' tengo...ed intanto il tempo passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-8328370094917550873?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/attesa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RiKQ51YKr7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lehRopWfcbE/s72-c/attesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-3300234220483332967</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T22:40:01.420Z</atom:updated><title>Il mare</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RiAGcFYKr6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/v4waaaTrpxc/s1600-h/mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053045861459341218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RiAGcFYKr6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/v4waaaTrpxc/s320/mare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Davanti uno spettacolo del genere, un mare ed una spiaggia che si preparano ad ospitare le migliaia di persone che transiteranno di li durante il periodo estivo mi viene in mente un famoso pensiero filosofico: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...certe volte guardo il mare e penso...quanta acqua"&lt;/em&gt; (Zu Mario)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-3300234220483332967?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/il-mare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RiAGcFYKr6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/v4waaaTrpxc/s72-c/mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-771439154896759879</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-02T16:14:40.747Z</atom:updated><title>Giochi incontaminati</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RhErTuPkoVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zBw9_wFUtvk/s1600-h/giochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RhErTuPkoVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zBw9_wFUtvk/s320/giochi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048864275089891666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-771439154896759879?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/giochi-incontaminati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RhErTuPkoVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zBw9_wFUtvk/s72-c/giochi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-5716712108978289740</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-31T16:09:45.616Z</atom:updated><title>Tempi moderni</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rg6GEuPkoUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y4_M4TmG1Xo/s1600-h/tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rg6GEuPkoUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y4_M4TmG1Xo/s320/tech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048119648019849538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forse non c'e' piu' spazio per le cose semplici, la tecnologia ha preso piede...ci aiuta, ci serve.&lt;br /&gt;Ma le cose piu' semplici dove sono...&lt;br /&gt;Il piacere di scrivere una lettera per esprimere i propri sentimenti ed i propri pensieri ha lasciato lo spazio ad una veloce mano che si muove su una tastiera.&lt;br /&gt;Rapporti interpersonali che viaggiano su protocolli di rete...utile? Non so, ma una cosa e' certa: tutto cio' non potra' mai sostituire le sensazioni che si provano dicendo ad una persona TI AMO mentre la guardi negli occhi...e piangi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-5716712108978289740?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/03/tempi-moderni.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rg6GEuPkoUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y4_M4TmG1Xo/s72-c/tech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-6723284698922211451</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-27T23:29:54.775Z</atom:updated><title>Cambiera'...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RgmnPuPkoTI/AAAAAAAAADg/jABlQK_FJ9s/s1600-h/cambiera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RgmnPuPkoTI/AAAAAAAAADg/jABlQK_FJ9s/s320/cambiera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046748745998573874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cambiera'...tutto cambiera'. Quante volte ci siamo detti queste parole? Realmente con che convinzione?&lt;br /&gt;Ci ritroviamo costretti ad affrontare sfide nella vita che non avremmo mai immaginato...e poi il cambiamento!&lt;br /&gt;Si il cambiamento e' proprio li che ti aspetta...come un albero che si rinnova ad ogni primavera dopo aver affrontato le intemperie invernali.&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno di noi e' un albero!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-6723284698922211451?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/03/cambiera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RgmnPuPkoTI/AAAAAAAAADg/jABlQK_FJ9s/s72-c/cambiera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-1214349056623312486</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-03T20:50:09.093Z</atom:updated><title>Colori di un tramonto</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RenfL9iAJFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZF4vv1C7rGY/s1600-h/colori_del_tramonto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RenfL9iAJFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZF4vv1C7rGY/s320/colori_del_tramonto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037803054779343954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un dipinto...colori mescolati sapientemente da madre natura...Una foto a testimonianza di uno spettacolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-1214349056623312486?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/03/colori-del-tramonto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RenfL9iAJFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZF4vv1C7rGY/s72-c/colori_del_tramonto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-4635502122876271422</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T22:30:38.328Z</atom:updated><title>Splendida giornata</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/ReINBoXsCcI/AAAAAAAAADI/eZUFUYraZX4/s1600-h/splendida_giornata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/ReINBoXsCcI/AAAAAAAAADI/eZUFUYraZX4/s320/splendida_giornata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035601655021439426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poteva essere un giorno come tutti gli altri, uno di quelli che scivola silenziosamente e si va a posare sui fogli raccolti del passato, invece e' stata una splendida giornata grazie a te.&lt;br /&gt;Come una fontanella che disseta il viaggiatore affranto da tanto pellegrinare tu mi disseti e mi dai sollievo in quello che altrimenti sarebbe un lungo ed arido percorso: la vita.&lt;br /&gt;GRAZIE PICCOLA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-4635502122876271422?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/02/splendida-giornata.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/ReINBoXsCcI/AAAAAAAAADI/eZUFUYraZX4/s72-c/splendida_giornata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-2628881599813699295</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-06T09:32:39.934Z</atom:updated><title>Come un fiore...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rce1YSwXKlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BYiDceaDdhc/s1600-h/un_fiore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rce1YSwXKlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BYiDceaDdhc/s320/un_fiore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028186937938618962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un fiore...tutto  quello che riesco a pensare adesso e' solo ad un fiore. Nasce e cresce fino a quando qualcuno non decide che "sei di troppo", che in qualche modo in quel posto non devi starci piu' e cosi' con tanta disinvoltura una mano selvaggia lo estirba da quello che fino a qualche minuto prima era il suo mondo....la sua vita!!!&lt;br /&gt;Associo questo pensiero ai fatti di cronaca di questi giorni accaduti nella mia citta', si quella stessa citta' di cui ero fiero...per la quale avevo scritto "fortuna sono catanese"...beh! adesso ad essere sincero mi vergogno...mi vergogno per tutti quelli che venerdi sera erano li', fuori dallo stadio...mi vergogno per loro perche' sono certo che quegli esseri non sono hanno una coscienza ed un'intelligenza per capire quello che hanno combinato.&lt;br /&gt;Non riesco a scrivere niente, la rabbia che ho dentro e' troppa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-2628881599813699295?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/02/un-fiore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rce1YSwXKlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BYiDceaDdhc/s72-c/un_fiore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-2441898576115780492</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 23:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-29T23:37:45.083Z</atom:updated><title>Chiudi gli occhi...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rb6EQjVsl4I/AAAAAAAAACo/2tcEGUzcOiQ/s1600-h/chiudi_occhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rb6EQjVsl4I/AAAAAAAAACo/2tcEGUzcOiQ/s320/chiudi_occhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025599654091069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chiudi gli occhi e sogna...fai viaggiare la tua mente fino a dove la tua coscienza ha paura di arrivare e ti accorgerai che quello che cerchi e' li'...oltre il confine di cio'  che hai creato finora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicato alla "forza di andare avanti".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-2441898576115780492?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/01/chiudi-gli-occhi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/Rb6EQjVsl4I/AAAAAAAAACo/2tcEGUzcOiQ/s72-c/chiudi_occhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745965935221098086.post-1944724231028473416</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-03T23:24:26.134Z</atom:updated><title>Passaggio...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RZw56M-wGMI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTcjN36qOCI/s1600-h/passaggio_dei_pescatori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RZw56M-wGMI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTcjN36qOCI/s320/passaggio_dei_pescatori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015947757063510210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In un luogo incantato dove in passato trovavano rifugio solo i pescatori...ecco il segno del loro passaggio...un semplice nodo per ormeggiare le loro barche...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745965935221098086-1944724231028473416?l=fotoepensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fotoepensieri.blogspot.com/2007/01/passaggio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RO7l0O6LsW0/RZw56M-wGMI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTcjN36qOCI/s72-c/passaggio_dei_pescatori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>