tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18536254384771521492024-02-06T21:12:18.539-08:00Il giardino dei ciliegiLunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-32798741705969644632014-08-27T02:10:00.000-07:002014-08-27T02:10:14.302-07:00Conferma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKrWd4B_OiYFf_8MYm_DHJu_z48hjVdaA3ug3mV0jt4m87mR8830ts3tMfjmsRZTuV_MuQf_mqnRja5D7FqcJh9wRNHX8ZsmjQ_oRzUtrS3UURsfpPhKJu-2cJyVeeLngXJJW3GuSnmPx/s1600/Conferma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKrWd4B_OiYFf_8MYm_DHJu_z48hjVdaA3ug3mV0jt4m87mR8830ts3tMfjmsRZTuV_MuQf_mqnRja5D7FqcJh9wRNHX8ZsmjQ_oRzUtrS3UURsfpPhKJu-2cJyVeeLngXJJW3GuSnmPx/s1600/Conferma.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioN1ZpctLD01CU0MAgBe2jBlJW2DWoJnmgBQtjzjZNnImYUWU8ueiu60KTHFJillOIbcE8EktLLYwv5t2qEPgtjbsMLxdyqmQ6c4jEwh38T8fvCgVR54TZ4etzACvGTefM5-5WyegR5YpW/s1600/Conferma+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioN1ZpctLD01CU0MAgBe2jBlJW2DWoJnmgBQtjzjZNnImYUWU8ueiu60KTHFJillOIbcE8EktLLYwv5t2qEPgtjbsMLxdyqmQ6c4jEwh38T8fvCgVR54TZ4etzACvGTefM5-5WyegR5YpW/s1600/Conferma+2.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /><br /></div>
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Eccezione. Dite che "conferma la regola" ma non azzardatevi a spiegare come.</b><br /><br />(G. Flaubert)</span></i></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-31262636505975764852014-08-27T02:05:00.001-07:002014-08-27T02:12:07.956-07:00Cerchi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTxxJ_NZ48PE0MkjvI08G0LuBfwoXKjy42zZ86yXm9jZ0izOreqK1f8NgRGQnw9hhw_SUkvQQh-RjyQsSud9f9uJxkJKTUoWukfy1f7kLnlIXmj-FXYdJDCnI46kbLbvREI0Ay7vFlB7l/s1600/cerchi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTxxJ_NZ48PE0MkjvI08G0LuBfwoXKjy42zZ86yXm9jZ0izOreqK1f8NgRGQnw9hhw_SUkvQQh-RjyQsSud9f9uJxkJKTUoWukfy1f7kLnlIXmj-FXYdJDCnI46kbLbvREI0Ay7vFlB7l/s1600/cerchi.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Ogni stagione è legata all'altra, incontri e addii formano il cerchio, il sacro centro è la nostra armatura, dove tutto cambia, tutto è eguale. </b><br /><br />(M. Z. Bradley)</i></span></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-38424952354125755872014-08-27T02:02:00.003-07:002014-08-27T02:12:33.822-07:00Triangoli rosa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aI-F4eLMoUq3403Lk4NRYwzv358yra76Cp9qWgnr6utwGROoIsQCPvR2ZBSlNSELKSVgV32QTj5mwW52JcbdjjOyNf8rDwDkGYOw5-8Lk81GTPCaaeXu527joeyElwodBOb3GT_uwM9x/s1600/triangoli+rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aI-F4eLMoUq3403Lk4NRYwzv358yra76Cp9qWgnr6utwGROoIsQCPvR2ZBSlNSELKSVgV32QTj5mwW52JcbdjjOyNf8rDwDkGYOw5-8Lk81GTPCaaeXu527joeyElwodBOb3GT_uwM9x/s1600/triangoli+rosa.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="auto-style106" style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 140px; margin-right: 140px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>In tre occasioni l'uomo rivela la sua natura: quando la sua mente cede all'ira, quando il suo corpo è piegato dal vino e quando deve mettere mano alla borsa.</i></b></span></div>
<div class="auto-style106" style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 140px; margin-right: 140px; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Proverbio cinese)</span></i></div>
Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-37397692812474161502014-08-27T01:59:00.001-07:002014-08-27T02:12:47.508-07:00Triangoli blu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZZB6B1B8U5GZk600mXsW0mfyp0xK_0GiCLH1ifsHqUvoo79z7azBr7unNotU57KV2YzAnTkzQbsnYy0OALIN0jHXVe0ZPHAf2aqZg06OJtef-y9wi84VAl1GOtt1plWyOQ7kCyxzy6TJ/s1600/triangoli+blu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZZB6B1B8U5GZk600mXsW0mfyp0xK_0GiCLH1ifsHqUvoo79z7azBr7unNotU57KV2YzAnTkzQbsnYy0OALIN0jHXVe0ZPHAf2aqZg06OJtef-y9wi84VAl1GOtt1plWyOQ7kCyxzy6TJ/s1600/triangoli+blu.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Più di tre persone fanno folla, e nulla si può dire allora che valga la pena.</b><br /><br />(Cesare Pavese)</span></i></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-73203644477871306392014-08-27T01:43:00.005-07:002014-08-27T02:13:20.258-07:00Dreamcatcher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC_DOYKfQeo0ZoME2pugUbbS8jfSl1WAsMKbGZAsHT6MpD3EX-q1nofUAIsTKKuu4c6VSUXLRql-iZCQqGsZjtSx63CtXbIHoJljRUsuPLhWefxNk5wGnvlN80TRyhpN8ErLV8whk6UO7/s1600/acchiappasogni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC_DOYKfQeo0ZoME2pugUbbS8jfSl1WAsMKbGZAsHT6MpD3EX-q1nofUAIsTKKuu4c6VSUXLRql-iZCQqGsZjtSx63CtXbIHoJljRUsuPLhWefxNk5wGnvlN80TRyhpN8ErLV8whk6UO7/s1600/acchiappasogni.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<h2 class="_5clb" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Non sappiamo quali saranno i giorni che cambieranno la nostra vita. Probabilmente è meglio così.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">(S. King)</span></i></span></h2>
<br />
Inspired by: http://leartidiminerva.blogspot.it/2014/02/orecchini-acchiappasogni-alluncinetto.htmlLunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-87361841637820905482014-08-27T01:35:00.001-07:002014-08-27T02:14:13.100-07:00Fiocchi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VEZ7RbmQwi_TZE9aznKeyjRmK06I9aXu9a9AhovQaJEKWJHG33gmkdyGR0epKPObZnj56GOsebyGKo-DtscMiRRuMgnIB833ph-iizq2tOZYcfotdXR7omK14y4jZdfBOIhj_05NQfgZ/s1600/fiocchi+blu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VEZ7RbmQwi_TZE9aznKeyjRmK06I9aXu9a9AhovQaJEKWJHG33gmkdyGR0epKPObZnj56GOsebyGKo-DtscMiRRuMgnIB833ph-iizq2tOZYcfotdXR7omK14y4jZdfBOIhj_05NQfgZ/s1600/fiocchi+blu.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>I ricordi sono nastri colorati da appendere al vento e non statuine di cristallo da tenere chiuse in uno scrigno.</b><br /><br />(Terry Brooks)</i></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-34755863144804243082014-08-27T01:33:00.001-07:002014-08-27T02:14:48.000-07:00Nastri<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxr43CPW5mhb4nIWz5NTkhNylVkDwCgN86Wkjd4sIroNpux7ZqrYJygi89y8LkswLIaqHuxj2MriFW_0GfgO_Y_IwzVXVGABf605P2TFsHL3PWjX2pWApEKMdN0OGF1JxDkfdjw8oBaO4A/s1600/nastro+lilla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxr43CPW5mhb4nIWz5NTkhNylVkDwCgN86Wkjd4sIroNpux7ZqrYJygi89y8LkswLIaqHuxj2MriFW_0GfgO_Y_IwzVXVGABf605P2TFsHL3PWjX2pWApEKMdN0OGF1JxDkfdjw8oBaO4A/s1600/nastro+lilla.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Non fidarti mai di una donna che vesta color malva, qualsiasi età possa avere, o di una donna che, sopra i trentacinque anni, ami i nastri chiari. Indica sempre che hanno un passato.</b><br /><br />(O. Wilde)</i></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-89351792676379532052014-08-27T01:28:00.002-07:002014-08-27T02:15:07.139-07:00Hearts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjOM9omYi-pWu-TtyN5iNiCJxSawoVJcA2ZP7u3UZATIAmrzEMiEWUbH1EJUH3LtlRMzV1yhtwXtVM8-zuZ3VRHaOm-hklhmC79b1VsIfuUzbeTbwbnX9xs4H3h46DGi2JnD1cFO9dqrv/s1600/cuori.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjOM9omYi-pWu-TtyN5iNiCJxSawoVJcA2ZP7u3UZATIAmrzEMiEWUbH1EJUH3LtlRMzV1yhtwXtVM8-zuZ3VRHaOm-hklhmC79b1VsIfuUzbeTbwbnX9xs4H3h46DGi2JnD1cFO9dqrv/s1600/cuori.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;"><i><b>Una parola schietta è terribile, quando d'improvviso rivela ciò che il cuore da tanto si permette.</b><br /><br />(J. W. Goethe)</i></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-85200368793378818512014-08-27T01:22:00.000-07:002014-08-27T02:15:22.962-07:00Protezione<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iRIaS1_mafg2HUm9Pyv_DKv3-w1mSdR6gLVA51A2ajcER0DFixKO2TTOxTKnl95nk0Jomz63HtG0fhUu3u3QfK7geBar3id4FnBC0wVcma2RuLL9eEWJkeMeZetbZyte0TqWf1otiUQD/s1600/protezione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iRIaS1_mafg2HUm9Pyv_DKv3-w1mSdR6gLVA51A2ajcER0DFixKO2TTOxTKnl95nk0Jomz63HtG0fhUu3u3QfK7geBar3id4FnBC0wVcma2RuLL9eEWJkeMeZetbZyte0TqWf1otiUQD/s1600/protezione.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L'amore consiste in questo, che due solitudini si proteggono a vicenda, si toccano, si salutano</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial;">.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"><i>(Rainer Maria Rilke)</i></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-23169059807210992182014-08-26T11:52:00.001-07:002014-08-26T11:52:43.138-07:00Gabbia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQ2iK7u4PSMoMaTZz5lZYwP_I663dnaOjxgJc0MoIoR0LnmeEvrmz19zNCRxBr8ZktL6QledEGpCirI4VcvH32DXKOJEfIyRAFdccPc0NEwSUv3TsOVAMOKImq8Yk1hyphenhyphenMUB8U15_6F54Z/s1600/gabbia.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQ2iK7u4PSMoMaTZz5lZYwP_I663dnaOjxgJc0MoIoR0LnmeEvrmz19zNCRxBr8ZktL6QledEGpCirI4VcvH32DXKOJEfIyRAFdccPc0NEwSUv3TsOVAMOKImq8Yk1hyphenhyphenMUB8U15_6F54Z/s1600/gabbia.jpeg" height="377" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<span class="rec_lancio" style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 1px;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Vuoi sapere qual è la verità sul tuo conto? Sei una fifona, non hai un briciolo di coraggio, neanche quello semplice e istintivo di riconoscere che a questo mondo ci si innamora, che si deve appartenere a qualcuno, perché questa è la sola maniera di poter essere felici. Tu ti consideri uno spirito libero, un essere selvaggio e temi che qualcuno voglia rinchiuderti in una gabbia. E sai che ti dico? Che la gabbia te la sei già costruita con le tue mani ed è una gabbia dalla quale non uscirai, in qualunque parte del mondo tu cerchi di fuggire, perché non importa dove tu corra, finirai sempre per imbatterti in te stessa.</b></span></i></span><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.950000762939453px;">(Paul Varjak in Colazione da Tiffany)</span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-74385031306875514972014-08-26T11:43:00.002-07:002014-08-26T11:43:27.682-07:00Vintage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZSFzm9lXP62qt_zbY1ifbVniho4KsV6zqUWrfr3h0J1-3ysJghFAfHx38OGXIQgktJOc3G69oe2RxnarNgecOcHg8Sg8WTQlebRMpkMOcDf9MQLSE3E1olVkbUXj904VoqMFZQ7ZfsAt/s1600/vintage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZSFzm9lXP62qt_zbY1ifbVniho4KsV6zqUWrfr3h0J1-3ysJghFAfHx38OGXIQgktJOc3G69oe2RxnarNgecOcHg8Sg8WTQlebRMpkMOcDf9MQLSE3E1olVkbUXj904VoqMFZQ7ZfsAt/s1600/vintage.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
<br /><br />
<blockquote style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0.75em 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<i><b>Per avere labbra attraenti, pronuncia parole gentili.<br />Per avere uno sguardo amorevole, cerca il lato buono delle persone.<br />Per avere un aspetto magro, condividi il tuo cibo con l'affamato.<br />Per avere capelli bellissimi, lascia che un bimbo li attraversi con le proprie dita una volta al giorno.<br />Ricorda, se mai avrai bisogno di una mano, le troverai alla fine di entrambe le tue braccia. Quando diventerai anziana, scoprirai di avere due mani, una per aiutare te stessa, la seconda per aiutare gli altri.<br />La bellezza di una donna aumenta con il passare degli anni.<br />La bellezza di una donna non risiede nell'estetica, ma la vera bellezza in una donna è riflessa nella propria anima. È la preoccupazione di donare con amore, la passione che essa mostra.</b></i></blockquote>
<br />(Audrey Hepburn)<br />
<div class="context" style="background-color: white; color: #03788e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; margin: 1.5em 0px 1em; text-align: right;">
<div class="author" style="font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.2em;">
--<br /><b><br /></b></div>
</div>
<span style="background-color: white; display: inline-block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; height: 0px; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; opacity: 0; position: absolute; width: 0px; zoom: 1;"><a href="http://www.pensieriparole.it/aforismi/benessere-e-bellezza/frase-123094?f=a:8710" style="color: #ff3333; text-decoration: none;">da PensieriParole <http://www.pensieriparole.it/aforismi/benessere-e-bellezza/frase-123094?f=a:8710></a></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-55328593929543744912014-08-26T11:37:00.000-07:002014-08-26T11:37:52.423-07:00Something blue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgaJoq1uMZhvJbsdRfAbvW8YM_CcJml902B3UHoTTg_K2Z6mQo81uiqSIlPgF0Mo1-J6jZasdTmovKou4WpHJkd2gSxm-fskYghSxcA_XUMRuSVeHG-bKv5JpnGPZaXlmAudFfjux-Kv9/s1600/cavigliera.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgaJoq1uMZhvJbsdRfAbvW8YM_CcJml902B3UHoTTg_K2Z6mQo81uiqSIlPgF0Mo1-J6jZasdTmovKou4WpHJkd2gSxm-fskYghSxcA_XUMRuSVeHG-bKv5JpnGPZaXlmAudFfjux-Kv9/s1600/cavigliera.jpeg" height="377" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>Something old, something new.<br />Something borrowed, something blue.<br />And a silver sixpence in your shoe.</i></b></span></div>
<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br />Qualcosa di vecchio, qualcosa di nuovo.<br />Qualcosa di prestato, qualcosa di blu.<br />E una moneta da sei pence nella scarpa.</i></b></span></div>
<br />
(Antica tradizione inglese)Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-83145334649924065372014-08-26T11:30:00.002-07:002014-08-26T11:30:35.468-07:00Serenity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f_jVxzVEFgiwd1r3qQrzfv6hAl7E7XnFGsu2qh8GFz6BS151GYNQbhqUBQPjFUsE77eYmhqJknsfgT5_Kuje36XgK_lNjmfdOEYErooBARxTTkMIAzoU6YzJmlx6dbcIRdrZ6HOoTKhP/s1600/serena.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f_jVxzVEFgiwd1r3qQrzfv6hAl7E7XnFGsu2qh8GFz6BS151GYNQbhqUBQPjFUsE77eYmhqJknsfgT5_Kuje36XgK_lNjmfdOEYErooBARxTTkMIAzoU6YzJmlx6dbcIRdrZ6HOoTKhP/s1600/serena.jpeg" height="377" width="400" /></a></div>
<br /><br />
<b><i>Se tracci col gesso una riga sul pavimento, è altrettanto</i></b><br />
<b><i>difficile camminarci sopra che avanzare sulla più</i></b><br />
<b><i>sottile delle funi. Eppure chiunque ci riesce tranquillamente</i></b><br />
<b><i>perché non è pericoloso.</i></b><br />
<b><i>Se fai finta che la fune non è altro che un disegno</i></b><br />
<b><i>fatto col gesso e l’aria intorno è il pavimento, riesci a</i></b><br />
<b><i>procedere sicuro su tutte le funi del mondo. Ciò che</i></b><br />
<b><i>conta è tutto dentro di noi; da fuori nessuno ci può aiutare.</i></b><br />
<b><i>Non essere in guerra con se stessi, vivere d’amore</i></b><br />
<b><i>e d’accordo con se stessi: allora tutto diventa possibile.</i></b><br />
<b><i>Non solo camminare su una fune, ma anche volare.<br /><br />(Hermann Hesse)</i></b>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-8646187925545352702014-08-26T11:22:00.002-07:002014-08-26T11:23:37.438-07:00Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcO8j55MIdp5nrdxvFD4Xq4gBfW5RdsBOrHkzoLP5kZu_rkNcftSRMELGe34qJTP3z1GZLEF-D7j67WK0TMyHYLAFnK91fKax3G3r87c6lH0OABOIs-tW7fIcykVVbIaCvvj-wqI9G4TZ/s1600/Iirene+gimp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcO8j55MIdp5nrdxvFD4Xq4gBfW5RdsBOrHkzoLP5kZu_rkNcftSRMELGe34qJTP3z1GZLEF-D7j67WK0TMyHYLAFnK91fKax3G3r87c6lH0OABOIs-tW7fIcykVVbIaCvvj-wqI9G4TZ/s1600/Iirene+gimp.png" height="377" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">
<i><b><br />La poesia è un atto di pace. La pace costituisce il poeta come la farina il pane.</b></i><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">
<u>(</u>Pablo Neruda)</div>
<br />Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-74282933183431283012012-08-30T11:21:00.000-07:002012-08-30T11:21:36.692-07:00Angel & devil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQOH-tQNEdAzxO9vu_wNO8IuvPcHPOWk0Pre1oK4h2dEHrsEGr98Ng74vpptlHp-LO1OoJDhnWi8UbfZmXkVAPqI-haYZvmf4VlF2v8GAKc94bruEMskoro10G0z5diTr7-QL14rhU8a6/s1600/Angel+e+devil.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQOH-tQNEdAzxO9vu_wNO8IuvPcHPOWk0Pre1oK4h2dEHrsEGr98Ng74vpptlHp-LO1OoJDhnWi8UbfZmXkVAPqI-haYZvmf4VlF2v8GAKc94bruEMskoro10G0z5diTr7-QL14rhU8a6/s400/Angel+e+devil.png" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="style479" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="style479" style="font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Dove c'è molta luce, l'ombra è più nera."</span></b></div>
<div class="style479" style="font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> (Johann Wolfgang Goethe)</b></span></div>
Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-47574315677327669252012-08-30T10:55:00.002-07:002012-08-30T10:55:53.232-07:00Casa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7bqggBheKY5lQQz_HX26BRjj8D0sDGh7zt5v2cOIOPn_ntGy_Em4sGNNsW5YqqgIWOfD-x1xqQilfmIRtlVf_9SBoA1JtY4JkmP-3s-_ZuQelPbrNJqInbVZnNYqH-LXThjOU9cAVXza/s1600/collana+giada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7bqggBheKY5lQQz_HX26BRjj8D0sDGh7zt5v2cOIOPn_ntGy_Em4sGNNsW5YqqgIWOfD-x1xqQilfmIRtlVf_9SBoA1JtY4JkmP-3s-_ZuQelPbrNJqInbVZnNYqH-LXThjOU9cAVXza/s400/collana+giada.png" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Chiunque ad un certo punto della vita mette su casa. La parte difficile è costruire una casa del cuore. Un posto non soltanto per dormire, ma anche per sognare. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Un posto dove crescere una famiglia con amore, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">un posto non per trovare ripa</span></b></span><br />
<div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>re dal freddo ma un angolino tutto nostro da cui ammirare il cambiamento delle stagioni; un posto non semplicemente dove far passare il tempo, ma dove provare gioia per il resto della vita."<br />(S. Bambarén)</b></span></div>
Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-85560301993538181832012-07-17T09:25:00.004-07:002012-07-17T09:27:27.544-07:00Opposti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-igq7tuMbmSJ69-ObmHvEU5UIdXwpv4Yeww7xWjHZm-fvp41aIOo5mhuILIrgDyDSKKHJ6RjCjroVw6PhvrRTsGFRAKG28u1uQAjIfBmjf5kX1DKdyAlAZUpw9wg1lO63Kvp6iRvcge9/s1600/B%2526W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-igq7tuMbmSJ69-ObmHvEU5UIdXwpv4Yeww7xWjHZm-fvp41aIOo5mhuILIrgDyDSKKHJ6RjCjroVw6PhvrRTsGFRAKG28u1uQAjIfBmjf5kX1DKdyAlAZUpw9wg1lO63Kvp6iRvcge9/s640/B%2526W.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Non è il nostro compito quello di avvicinarci, così come s'avvicinano il sole e la luna, o il mare e la terra. Noi due, caro amico, siamo il sole e la luna, siamo il mare e la terra. La nostra mèta non è di trasformarci l'uno nell'altro, ma di conoscerci l'un l'altro, d'imparar a vedere ed a rispettare nell'altro ciò ch'egli è: il nostro opposto e il nostro complemento.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">(Hermann Hesse - Narciso e Boccadoro)</span></b></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-87728118380218540142012-07-17T09:23:00.005-07:002012-07-17T09:27:41.205-07:00Sogno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFH71sFp-6OgRw9clFCEYAvQfspKmeAJutL5ug5-SnX8_-zJt8E7b-MJItCYIyxwvGSzfjOKOcdInJfUGKZwfajnnTNMToEJfMDG7EPSAuf7-W18JOnVUBhZ7G-MOAM3qpbqz4lpdRZZQ/s1600/angela%2527s+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFH71sFp-6OgRw9clFCEYAvQfspKmeAJutL5ug5-SnX8_-zJt8E7b-MJItCYIyxwvGSzfjOKOcdInJfUGKZwfajnnTNMToEJfMDG7EPSAuf7-W18JOnVUBhZ7G-MOAM3qpbqz4lpdRZZQ/s640/angela%2527s+dream.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Fai della tua vita un sogno, e di un sogno, una realtà.</b></span></div>
<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Antoine-Marie Roger de Saint-Exupery)</span></strong></div>
<br />
<br />Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-42455937604437951572012-07-17T09:11:00.001-07:002012-07-17T09:27:56.807-07:00Sole<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TUasP4mvzs0aArOhhDjDJPTl7gdZmRDQA1zkx3ArpTrNKUQWc8rqhTyketOnoe7yNaE1Cio8S0wItKAXdBSkHGJcWjCZWoCOce1MKdncx7v591vQqad-sl7HPFGU2cnIPbnljl7Fa3bW/s1600/Heart+of+sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TUasP4mvzs0aArOhhDjDJPTl7gdZmRDQA1zkx3ArpTrNKUQWc8rqhTyketOnoe7yNaE1Cio8S0wItKAXdBSkHGJcWjCZWoCOce1MKdncx7v591vQqad-sl7HPFGU2cnIPbnljl7Fa3bW/s640/Heart+of+sun.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Il riso è il sole che scaccia l'inverno dal volto umano.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> (Victor Hugo)</b></span></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-62822990653883160492012-07-17T08:48:00.001-07:002012-07-17T09:05:07.924-07:00Sorelle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQGyDfBF6C1iwnVB88msv14aSxU2_HkZZBMm1vNwmau0G-3IaMyfgpXweK5KJiRKXRmlIssKET2Y3Pa_iHjSgz-NtVNQcYIWqgRMJbYOEoG7nfE_mHvOTo4j9DDXpwrfLA4B8FIljaNW4/s1600/Butterfly+sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQGyDfBF6C1iwnVB88msv14aSxU2_HkZZBMm1vNwmau0G-3IaMyfgpXweK5KJiRKXRmlIssKET2Y3Pa_iHjSgz-NtVNQcYIWqgRMJbYOEoG7nfE_mHvOTo4j9DDXpwrfLA4B8FIljaNW4/s640/Butterfly+sisters.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>La forza che agisce tra sorelle è la percezione della somiglianza che si oppone al bisogno di differenza.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />(Elizabeth Fishel)</b></span></span>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-57535410037545835002011-09-09T12:24:00.000-07:002012-07-17T09:04:54.199-07:00Vita<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiBP7HbS0F_Y7iM7Z31aw2uhBREDdjhavbagL-YknlbhP9JaOHqZKXg3ZRV5HKfm_YyOmE5AhRihJyyOdFM_SLy1J9N6QCVfpNR28o9VLQ1J9S2yCYln8D602tHvLVJAR5CPR_94bxVww/s1600/Regalo+Eliana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiBP7HbS0F_Y7iM7Z31aw2uhBREDdjhavbagL-YknlbhP9JaOHqZKXg3ZRV5HKfm_YyOmE5AhRihJyyOdFM_SLy1J9N6QCVfpNR28o9VLQ1J9S2yCYln8D602tHvLVJAR5CPR_94bxVww/s400/Regalo+Eliana.jpg" width="350" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Vivi la vita attimo per attimo, come se fosse l'ultimo.<br />
(J. Morrison)</span></b></div>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-39349930142847123242011-09-09T12:18:00.000-07:002012-07-17T09:04:38.994-07:00Scorpione<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6U3wT3FPF-xvfj3vzd85cIBUSLy4t9kh5AHjHep5R5ua9vl4WDNHh3zbVgbIm-KqAjct5oDBl0QWHot-R0DyLg3W4M71jZVCydb-j6QP-nj4b24tDKh66Xn_GvJqnHkdBGWCkqlX1FVm/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6U3wT3FPF-xvfj3vzd85cIBUSLy4t9kh5AHjHep5R5ua9vl4WDNHh3zbVgbIm-KqAjct5oDBl0QWHot-R0DyLg3W4M71jZVCydb-j6QP-nj4b24tDKh66Xn_GvJqnHkdBGWCkqlX1FVm/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="350" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Se torni da queste parti, Stu, e rinnovi l'invito a unirmi a te, probabilmente accetto. È questo il destino della razza umana. Socievolezza. Vuoi che ti dica che cosa ci insegna la sociologia a proposito della razza umana? Te lo dico in poche parole. Mostrami un uomo o una donna soli e io ti mostrerò un santo o una santa. Dammene due e quelli si innamoreranno. Dammene tre e quelli inventeranno quella cosa affascinante che chiamiamo «società». Quattro ed edificheranno una piramide. Cinque e uno lo metteranno fuori legge. Dammene sei e reinventeranno il pregiudizio. Dammene sette e in sette anni reinventeranno la guerra. L'uomo può essere stato fatto a immagine di Dio, ma la società umana è stata fatta a immagine del Suo opposto. E cerca sempre di ritornare.</b></span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>(S. King )</b></span></span></div>Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-42420731734833094162011-09-01T13:56:00.000-07:002012-07-17T09:04:23.926-07:00Autumn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-Rdy-Ga2cuxyoZ1zYXhiKys0bS39At7PFZS2OufvEtSSlxhDz6OpuBUlhomXimwdWO4VODXQQ7HZGjBwStGLeWUSB6VWw1d_O2Doh5E_vTefxByIBxlBXKhBF1GHIzClPgSTOIJNSGJW/s1600/Autumn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-Rdy-Ga2cuxyoZ1zYXhiKys0bS39At7PFZS2OufvEtSSlxhDz6OpuBUlhomXimwdWO4VODXQQ7HZGjBwStGLeWUSB6VWw1d_O2Doh5E_vTefxByIBxlBXKhBF1GHIzClPgSTOIJNSGJW/s400/Autumn.jpg" width="350" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="style679" style="color: black; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">L'autunno è la primavera dell'inverno.</span></b></div>
<div class="style679" style="color: black; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></div>
<div class="style679" style="color: black; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;">
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec)</span></b></div>
<br />
<br />Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-81982855909388625482011-09-01T13:53:00.000-07:002012-07-17T09:04:07.034-07:00Blood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjMJUaPYF80gclbETnJXyTjk4TDqiGYR3mzBGxNs42o6gq3A2MP4qSswJ-5aDVbCI4JFY39doZKGSY3b3Vy8rKDfIH1HzqbK-20hRtnxtrs_rSzAsSIJdXwt3-jmndCDVnhxqrQ2seHyd/s1600/True+blood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjMJUaPYF80gclbETnJXyTjk4TDqiGYR3mzBGxNs42o6gq3A2MP4qSswJ-5aDVbCI4JFY39doZKGSY3b3Vy8rKDfIH1HzqbK-20hRtnxtrs_rSzAsSIJdXwt3-jmndCDVnhxqrQ2seHyd/s400/True+blood.jpg" width="350" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f0f5ff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b></b></span></span></div>
<div class="CSfra" style="text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Non mangia che colombe l'amore, e ciò genera sangue caldo, e il sangue caldo genera caldi pensieri e i caldi pensieri generano calde azioni, e le calde azioni sono l'amore.</b></span></div>
<div class="CSfir" style="text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div>
<div class="CSfir" style="text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>(W. Shakespeare)</b></span></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853625438477152149.post-78586086819436703562011-09-01T13:47:00.000-07:002012-07-17T09:03:47.254-07:00Butterfly 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc9JE7RirnQB0BKOQHqjnjERpOUMxH6P2UY1nTGH9I_HfS7WSqwtuPBZewpnyd9IhUMNhC5FYVadP5rykA3p_vPgUoMs4LBM2Pr6WMiMkBunivvK9Pg-T8kvdY0DzpL8hGOLS2XGDbqJ-/s1600/Butterfly+in+the+sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc9JE7RirnQB0BKOQHqjnjERpOUMxH6P2UY1nTGH9I_HfS7WSqwtuPBZewpnyd9IhUMNhC5FYVadP5rykA3p_vPgUoMs4LBM2Pr6WMiMkBunivvK9Pg-T8kvdY0DzpL8hGOLS2XGDbqJ-/s400/Butterfly+in+the+sun.jpg" width="350" /></a></div>
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Il segreto è non correre dietro alle farfalle. È curare il giardino perché esse vengano da te.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
(Mário Quintana)</b></span></span><br />
<br />
<br />Lunastortahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075232880524333280noreply@blogger.com0