<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354</id><updated>2011-11-03T00:18:26.454+01:00</updated><category term='Elle'/><category term='Robert W. Taylor'/><category term='Joe Vitale'/><category term='Alpe di Siusi'/><category term='24 aprile 1975'/><category term='Stretto di Messina'/><category term='The Secret'/><category term='Charles Haanel'/><category term='Cassis'/><category term='Emil Abirascid'/><category term='Infopovero'/><category term='Marci Shimoff'/><category term='Elena Boté'/><category term='Comporta'/><category term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category term='Collezione prêt-à-manger 2010'/><category term='citazioni'/><category term='Maldive'/><category term='L’etichetta ci salverà'/><category term='Il primo giorno di scuola'/><category term='Portogallo'/><category term='Carla Ferron'/><category term='log out'/><category term='Riccardo Luna'/><category term='Maserati'/><category term='Anversa'/><category term='Michael Bernard Beckwith'/><category term='Manière de voir'/><category term='Playa Mansa'/><category term='Gucci'/><category term='Wau Holland'/><category term='Stefania Romani'/><category term='Gabriella Piroli'/><category term='Dove'/><category term='Port-Miou'/><category term='6 giugno 1965'/><category term='Aldo Bonomi'/><category term='Castello di Strassoldo'/><category term='1968'/><category term='Applicando'/><category term='Scilla'/><category term='riflessioni'/><category term='Il cervello delle donne'/><category term='Wired'/><category term='Winston Churchill'/><category term='Dolce e Gabbana'/><category term='J.C.R. Licklider'/><category term='Flair'/><category term='Belgio'/><category term='24 aprile 1973'/><category term='L&apos;Uomo Vogue'/><category term='Marketing sonoro'/><category term='Ambra Crociani'/><category term='12 ‘casi’ bon ton'/><category term='I like it'/><category term='Elle Decor'/><category term='galateo'/><category term='Chiara Canavero'/><category term='The Computers as a Communication Device'/><category term='La manutenzione delle scarpe di cuoio'/><category term='Attenzione pericolo qui comincia la vita'/><category term='Il flirt ha i minuti contati'/><category term='C’è chi vuole mettere il bavaglio a internet'/><category term='Uruguay'/><category term='Lema'/><category term='Entrate'/><category term='Prentice Mulford'/><category term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category term='Il sapone'/><category term='È il momento di pensare al salvadanaio'/><category term='Rizzoli'/><category term='Caviano'/><category term='Il tuo menu ideale è nel dna'/><category term='Salò'/><category term='escape'/><category term='Marco Biffi'/><category term='Lago Maggiore'/><category term='Accademia della Crusca'/><category term='Maschi'/><category term='Claude Jeancolas'/><category term='Letizia Rittatore Vonwiller'/><category term='Costa Viola'/><category term='La tecnologia è creata dal sistema'/><category term='Potere singolare maschile'/><category term='Evviva gli sposi (in una nuvola di farfalle)'/><category term='Amica'/><category term='Francia'/><category term='tonnara di Scopello'/><category term='AD'/><category term='Venerdì chiuso'/><title type='text'>Percorsi a volte urbani</title><subtitle type='html'>Percorsi. Più o meno urbani. Più o meno condivisi.
Percorsi. Perché la vita è fatta di tempo, esperienze e soprattutto molti passi. Passi che susseguendosi formano la propria strada.
E a volte, sulla propria strada, lasciamo dei segni.
Questo blog è il mio segno.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-628258092198646346</id><published>2010-12-08T03:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T03:12:13.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='log out'/><title type='text'>Log out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Questo blog chiude in questo spazio.&lt;br /&gt;Ma non termina la sua attività, si trasferisce e va a ricongiungersi con il suo alter ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lo potrete trovare su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://percorsiavolteurbani.style.it/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://percorsiavolteurbani.style.it/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, dove ripercorrerà la sua storia dall'inizio nel marzo del 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quindi nessun addio, solo un trasloco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-628258092198646346?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/628258092198646346/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/log-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/628258092198646346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/628258092198646346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/log-out.html' title='Log out'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4557760153340416304</id><published>2010-12-06T23:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:38:39.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Vitale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .65</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;L’Universo ama la velocità. Non indugiare. Non cercare di prevedere quello che succederà. Non dubitare. Quando si presenta l’occasione, quando c’è l’impulso e quando senti la spinta interiore, agisci. Quello è il tuo compito, l’unica cosa che ti compete.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dr. Joe Vitale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4557760153340416304?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4557760153340416304/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/citazioni-65.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4557760153340416304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4557760153340416304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/citazioni-65.html' title='Citazioni .65'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7601290664556226290</id><published>2010-12-04T11:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:08:30.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .235</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In avanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voltare pagina e proseguire il cammino sciogliendo i lacci del proprio passato. Talvolta ripercorrere vecchi sentieri, senza nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Camminare leggera, quasi scivolare, con passo fluido. In avanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7601290664556226290?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7601290664556226290/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/riflessioni-235.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7601290664556226290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7601290664556226290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/riflessioni-235.html' title='Riflessioni .235'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8809494566312183730</id><published>2010-12-03T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:12:34.576+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portogallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comporta'/><title type='text'>Escape .48</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TPlrK7pHqaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v2yoCmYF03U/s1600/Escape%2B48%2B-%2Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TPlrK7pHqaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v2yoCmYF03U/s400/Escape%2B48%2B-%2Bpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546582251636500898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8809494566312183730?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8809494566312183730/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/escape-48.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8809494566312183730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8809494566312183730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/escape-48.html' title='Escape .48'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TPlrK7pHqaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v2yoCmYF03U/s72-c/Escape%2B48%2B-%2Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-479585263448527146</id><published>2010-12-02T11:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:38:34.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .234</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soffrire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sottilmente e intensamente, per lungo tempo. Anni. Che non si contano più nemmeno sulle dita delle mani. E l’impotenza. Dei gesti, delle parole, delle intenzioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pensare di vendicarsi. E pregustare già il sapore dolce e forte di quell’attimo in cui viene restiuito ciò che è stato dato più o meno intenzionalmente. Pensare di pareggiare i conti del dolore con un tasso di interesse adeguato all’inflazione di ogni palpito perso, di ogni sorriso trasformato in pianto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desistere. Per salvare il proprio cuore dalla morte dell’inaridimento, dalla vera sconfitta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E andare avanti. Sempre. Comunque. Truccando occhi brucianti e accendendo l’interruttore del sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il sorriso.. Che scaccia ogni pensiero e restituisce colore alla vita, a dispetto di chi vuole male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poi, quando gli anni hanno deterso le lacrime del cuore, arriva il giorno. Il giorno a lungo desiderato, mai cercato e quasi dimenticato. Chi ha causato tanto dolore adesso soffre. Terribilmente. Chi provocava la sensazione di impotenza, di insicurezza e di inadeguatezza adesso la subisce. E proprio a causa di quel sorriso che non ha mai spento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Potrebbe fare pena. Ce ne sarebbero molti motivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Potrebbe causare gioia. E qui sì che ce ne sarebbero di motivi. Ma sarebbe una gioia sterile e fittizia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E allora rido. Soltanto rido. Perché questo è il mio momento e ne avverto tutto il suo potere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rido. E mi compiaccio di me stessa. Perché sono così come sono grazie anche a questi anni e a quella sofferenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rido, sorrido e mi sento leggera. Perché la vita è meravigliosa e ti dà sempre ciò che meriti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oggi, dopo la pioggia, mi ha regalato un bellissimo arcobaleno e, più tardi, un tramonto incantevole. Metafora di un lungo periodo che si conclude e sul quale cala il sipario della notte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Osservo le stelle. E ancora sorrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fra poche ore lo splendore dell’alba del mio domani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-479585263448527146?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/479585263448527146/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/riflessioni-234.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/479585263448527146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/479585263448527146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/riflessioni-234.html' title='Riflessioni .234'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2837992933519905476</id><published>2010-12-01T18:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:04:54.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claude Jeancolas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attenzione pericolo qui comincia la vita'/><title type='text'>Attenzione pericolo, qui comincia la vita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La porta di una casa è un passaggio molto simbolico. La tradizione ebraica invita i credenti di affiggere una mezuzah sul montante esterno. La tradizione protestante, più pudica, raccomanda un piccolo pannello sopra all’interno: ‘che Dio protegga questa casa’. Il mio professore dell’Università del Texas, con lo humor che lo caratterizzava, aveva incollato un cartello sulla porta stessa all’interno e destinato a tutti coloro che uscivano: ‘Attenzione pericolo, qui comincia la vita’. Eravamo avvisati, bisognava stare in guardia, il mondo poteva essere ostile e accecare i nostri sogni.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il suo ufficio era un vero Cafarnao di libri impilati sul pavimento e sui tavoli e debordante di scaffali incurvati dal peso dal tempo. Ci ritrovavamo là, sette studenti, tutte le settimane per un corso il cui titolo già mi aveva rallegrato ‘della creatività in arte e letteratura’. Avevamo vent’anni e ricostruivamo il mondo ‘come doveva essere’. Momenti magici, fuori dal tempo, ebbrezza delle cime che uscendo poteva esserci fatale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Di questo corso mi resta il desiderio di considerare la mia casa come un luogo dove il mondo esterno non può importunarmi, un rifugio di pace dove ritrovare me stesso, e a volte i miei amici, protetto per sognare a mio agio la ‘vera vita’, quella che è più incantatrice che la disumanità del quotidiano prosaico, della mondanità dal rigo falso, delle agitazioni inutili, schizofreniche.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bisogna allora sapersi confrontare con il silenzio, cioè con se stessi, senza paura, concedersi il tempo di guardare le fiamme nel caminetto senza l’angoscia di credere che si stia perdendo tempo, chiacchierare dolcemente di soggetti eterni.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L’inconveniente è che ci si sente così bene che gli invitati stessi dimenticano il tempo, non partono più, o meglio partono molto tardi. E quando li accompagno alla porta dico loro: ‘attenzione a non scivolare, la scala è un po’ ripida’, cosa che assomiglia così tanto a ‘Attenzione pericolo, qui comincia la vita’ del mio professore di Austin, Texas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Claude Jeancolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2837992933519905476?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2837992933519905476/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/attenzione-pericolo-qui-comincia-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2837992933519905476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2837992933519905476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/12/attenzione-pericolo-qui-comincia-la.html' title='Attenzione pericolo, qui comincia la vita.'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4729561852926130970</id><published>2010-11-30T18:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:39:57.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .233</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi nutro di me stessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La mia sete di sapere, di conoscenza, di input non si placa. Anzi, si espande e dilaga sempre di più. Diventa un vortice di idee che urlano dentro di me per uscire fuori, per trovare il loro spazio, la loro forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E prima che si materializzino completamente già altre idee si accendono e si formano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4729561852926130970?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4729561852926130970/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-233.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anversa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgio'/><title type='text'>I like .58</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TPOtCNXaobI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hcF5tth22Cw/s1600/I%2Blike%2Bit%2B58%2B-%2Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TPOtCNXaobI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hcF5tth22Cw/s400/I%2Blike%2Bit%2B58%2B-%2Bpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544965819682431410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5081592926061907685?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TPOtCNXaobI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hcF5tth22Cw/s72-c/I%2Blike%2Bit%2B58%2B-%2Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2663687608704874380</id><published>2010-11-27T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:33:27.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .232</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi stupisco sempre di come le persone non abbiano fame di sapere, di cultura, di nuovi orizzonti mentali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preferiscono vivere in una realtà preconfezionata invece di abbattere gli schemi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2663687608704874380?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2663687608704874380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-232.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2663687608704874380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2663687608704874380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-232.html' title='Riflessioni .232'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4996035451171676990</id><published>2010-11-26T14:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:23:39.654+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .64</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu meriti tutte le cose buone che la vita ha da offrirti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4996035451171676990?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4996035451171676990/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/citazioni-64.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4996035451171676990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4996035451171676990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/citazioni-64.html' title='Citazioni .64'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2780987552313669950</id><published>2010-11-25T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:33:00.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .231</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sconti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;È iniziata l’epoca dei saldi, quelli delle parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ascolto con attenzione autentica e mentre ascolto applico una percentuale di sconto. Mediamente il 50%, poi, di argomento in argomento e di frase in frase, valuto se aumentare o diminuire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Di solito aumento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2780987552313669950?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2780987552313669950/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-231.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2780987552313669950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2780987552313669950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-231.html' title='Riflessioni .231'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4247250327545726849</id><published>2010-11-23T19:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:33:16.991+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portogallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comporta'/><title type='text'>Escape .47</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TOwIxSYrFSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mfza2_ytY9k/s1600/Escape%2B47%2B-%2Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TOwIxSYrFSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mfza2_ytY9k/s400/Escape%2B47%2B-%2Bpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542814884228175138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4247250327545726849?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4247250327545726849/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-47.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4247250327545726849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4247250327545726849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-47.html' title='Escape .47'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TOwIxSYrFSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mfza2_ytY9k/s72-c/Escape%2B47%2B-%2Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-341972175126808060</id><published>2010-11-21T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:52:30.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .230</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando il sole splende la vita va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il sole è quello dentro l’anima e la vita è la vita. Quella stessa vita che prima appariva piatta, statica nel migliore dei casi, spesso (sempre) pesante e problematica. Ma adesso va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Non è cambiato niente o forse è cambiato tutto. Di sicuro c’è che si è acceso il sole dentro e il sole non rimane mai nascosto, il sole esce fuori e irradia luce. Il sole scalda. Il sole dà vita ai colori ed esalta i profumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La vita è un frutto succoso e profumato, è da mordere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-341972175126808060?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/341972175126808060/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-230.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/341972175126808060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/341972175126808060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-230.html' title='Riflessioni .230'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7798212859706468695</id><published>2010-11-19T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:53:04.184+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil Abirascid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il tuo menu ideale è nel dna'/><title type='text'>Il tuo menu ideale è nel dna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brutta parola dieta. Richiama sensi di colpa o forzature di menu e abitudini. La nutrigenetica, invece, ci insegna che il metabolismo e le abitudini alimentari dipendono in gran parte dal dna. Alcuni geni, infatti, svolgono un ruolo fondamentale non solo nel metabolismo dei grassi, degli zuccheri e del calcio ma anche nella percezione del gusto, nelle intolleranze e, in genere, nel nostro modo di rapportarci con il cibo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&amp;amp;life, una startup nata nale 2008 all’interno di Innovation Factory, incubatore dell’Area Science Park di Trieste, ha pensato bene di lanciarsi sul mercato offrendo un sistema rapido ed economico di analisi del dna e di studio di un regime davvero personalizzato.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&amp;amp;life offre un kit che contiene il necessario per il prelievo di un campione buccale (saliva, cellule della mucosa). Il cliente lo rispedisce al laboratorio per l’analisi del dna, unitamente a un questionario che riguarda lo stile di vita. In poche settimane riceve un report con il risultato genetico, consigli specifici e, volendo, un programma completo che integra dieta e aspetti comportamentali.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emil Abirascid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7798212859706468695?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7798212859706468695/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/il-tuo-menu-ideale-e-nel-dna.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7798212859706468695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7798212859706468695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/il-tuo-menu-ideale-e-nel-dna.html' title='Il tuo menu ideale è nel dna'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2018545572833159104</id><published>2010-11-18T15:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:17:57.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .229</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ininterrottamente. Genero, elaboro e divoro idee ininterrotamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nemmeno il tempo per metabolizzarle, non serve. L’assimilazione è istantanea. Immediatamente passo all’idea successiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La mente, lucida e fredda, materializza i suggerimenti del cuore, li plasma. Pensieri fluidi assumono forma plastica. Le intuizioni diventano cose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2018545572833159104?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2018545572833159104/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-229.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2018545572833159104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2018545572833159104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-229.html' title='Riflessioni .229'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3791362313667131622</id><published>2010-11-16T19:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:14:43.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salò'/><title type='text'>I like it .57</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TOLJSGMC45I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fQTfUGynzNo/s1600/I%2Blike%2Bit%2B57%2B-%2Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TOLJSGMC45I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fQTfUGynzNo/s400/I%2Blike%2Bit%2B57%2B-%2Bpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540211804355093394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3791362313667131622?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3791362313667131622/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-it-57.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3791362313667131622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3791362313667131622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-it-57.html' title='I like it .57'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TOLJSGMC45I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fQTfUGynzNo/s72-c/I%2Blike%2Bit%2B57%2B-%2Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-6782170381722884506</id><published>2010-11-15T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:47:24.926+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .228</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nuove abitudini in nuovi spazi. Spazi vitali che si riempiono la vita. Spazi esigui, tanta vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La vita che mi aspettava da sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-6782170381722884506?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6782170381722884506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-228.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6782170381722884506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6782170381722884506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-228.html' title='Riflessioni .228'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-9031697374967728701</id><published>2010-11-14T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:56:29.555+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marci Shimoff'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .63</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;È quando cominci a capire e a saper davvero gestire i tuoi pensieri e le tue emozioni che ti accorgi di essere l’artefice della tua realtà. In questo consiste la tua libertà, questo è il tuo potere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marci Shimoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-9031697374967728701?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/9031697374967728701/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/citazioni-63.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/9031697374967728701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/9031697374967728701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/citazioni-63.html' title='Citazioni .63'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7317765079249990184</id><published>2010-11-13T19:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:53:26.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .227</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entrare nella casa di qualcuno è come entrare nella loro vita, prenderne in prestito una parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entrarci portando con sé mobili e vestiti è occuparne un pezzo, prenderne possesso e, contemporaneamente, mettere in condivisione un po’ della propria storia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7317765079249990184?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7317765079249990184/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-227.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7317765079249990184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7317765079249990184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-227.html' title='Riflessioni .227'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1525971450870126515</id><published>2010-11-11T19:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:55:10.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castello di Strassoldo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .46</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TNw70Na1t0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pBCzgHLYrmo/s1600/Escape%2B46%2B-%2Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TNw70Na1t0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pBCzgHLYrmo/s400/Escape%2B46%2B-%2Bpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538367409900336962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1525971450870126515?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1525971450870126515/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-46.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1525971450870126515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1525971450870126515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-46.html' title='Escape .46'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TNw70Na1t0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pBCzgHLYrmo/s72-c/Escape%2B46%2B-%2Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7050363008089845189</id><published>2010-11-10T14:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:39:26.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .226</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;C’è presenza e consapevolezza nei gesti insoliti del prepararsi a lasciare alle spalle il proprio passato. Lucidità che rende facile l’organizzazione, come se si trattasse di una cosa usuale e non di un evento. Come se questo momento fosse atteso e vissuto da sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;C’è leggerezza nell’aria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7050363008089845189?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7050363008089845189/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-226.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7050363008089845189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7050363008089845189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-226.html' title='Riflessioni .226'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2643028413961394788</id><published>2010-11-09T16:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:12:36.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rizzoli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il cervello delle donne'/><title type='text'>Maschi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Per stabilire i legami, il cervello maschile usa la vasopressina, un neurone stimolato dal testosterone e scatenato dall’orgasmo, che aumenta l’energia, l’attenzione e l’aggressività maschile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando gli uomini innamorati ne sperimentano gli effetti, si concentrano al massimo sulla persona amata e la pensano intensamente anche quando è lontana dagli occhi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il gene per i ricettori della vasopressina può possedere 17 lunghezze diverse; i maschi forniti della versione più lunga manifestano una tendenza maggiore alla monogamia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il cervello delle donne, Rizzoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2643028413961394788?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2643028413961394788/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/maschi.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2643028413961394788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2643028413961394788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/maschi.html' title='Maschi'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1419012023201852660</id><published>2010-11-07T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:21:45.009+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .225</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Svolte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cambiare tutto. Luoghi, aria, pelle, filosofia di vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Con consapevolezza, ma senza timore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1419012023201852660?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1419012023201852660/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-225.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1419012023201852660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1419012023201852660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-225.html' title='Riflessioni .225'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5266323382062612455</id><published>2010-11-05T14:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:17:09.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><title type='text'>I like it .56</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TNQDthngTuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zNQMvEqYhdE/s1600/I+like+it+56+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TNQDthngTuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zNQMvEqYhdE/s400/I+like+it+56+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536053922598244066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5266323382062612455?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5266323382062612455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-it-56.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5266323382062612455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5266323382062612455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-it-56.html' title='I like it .56'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TNQDthngTuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zNQMvEqYhdE/s72-c/I+like+it+56+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2626455274826015350</id><published>2010-11-03T15:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:10:41.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .224</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scoprire una nuova dimensione. Una dimensione fluida che profuma di astrazione e di intangibilità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nell’astrazione trovare uno spessore, reale. Indescrivibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2626455274826015350?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2626455274826015350/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-224.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2626455274826015350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2626455274826015350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-224.html' title='Riflessioni .224'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-9174480187914456386</id><published>2010-11-02T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:49:29.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Haanel'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .62</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il principio che fornisce al pensiero la forza dinamica per entrare in relazione con il suo oggetto, e quindi affrontare con successo ogni esperienza umana sfavorevole, è la legge di attrazione, la quale non è che uno dei tanti nomi con cui si definisce l’amore. Si tratta di un principio eterno e fondamentale, insito in tutte le cose, in ogni sistema filosofico, in ogni Religione e in ogni Scienza. Non c’è modo di sottrarsi alla legge dell’amore, il sentimento che conferisce dinamicità al pensiero. L’emozione è il desiderio e il desiderio è amore. Il pensiero pervaso di amore diventa invincibile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charles Haanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-9174480187914456386?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/9174480187914456386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/citazioni-62.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/9174480187914456386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/9174480187914456386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/citazioni-62.html' title='Citazioni .62'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5125891149293432706</id><published>2010-11-01T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:18:02.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .223</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somiglianze e differenze, alla ricerca di se stessi. Cercare i propri caratteri ereditari che poi tanto ereditari non sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somiglianze. Sì, fisiche. Con qualche accenno qua e là di carattere, ma forse dovrei dire di gusti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Differenze. Un’infinità. Soprattutto caratteriali e filosofiche, di aspettative della vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi scopro madre e mi scopro figlia. Di me stessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5125891149293432706?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5125891149293432706/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-223.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5125891149293432706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5125891149293432706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/11/riflessioni-223.html' title='Riflessioni .223'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1468691354315401234</id><published>2010-10-30T14:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:18:38.428+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .45</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TMwM-whgAFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nL8g5CgfK1E/s1600/Escape+45+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TMwM-whgAFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nL8g5CgfK1E/s400/Escape+45+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533812314448330834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1468691354315401234?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1468691354315401234/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/escape-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1468691354315401234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1468691354315401234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/escape-45.html' title='Escape .45'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TMwM-whgAFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nL8g5CgfK1E/s72-c/Escape+45+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3612581243303891631</id><published>2010-10-29T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:35:14.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .222</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vedersi riflessa nella propria ombra. E apprezzarla quella ombra e compiacersene. Sì, è bella. Non perfetta ma bella e mi piace. Anzi, i difetti esaltano i pregi e li personalizzano rendendoli ancora più unici, inconfondibili e rari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guardare la propria ombra riflessa assomiglia un po’ a guardare il proprio passato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;È reale, è concreto, eppure ormai è avvolto in qualcosa di non più tangibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E anche il passato mi appartiene, con i suoi pregi e i suoi difetti, con le cose belle e con le delusioni. Gli errori (quanti errori) non ne alterano però la sua bellezza, ma la personalizzano e la esaltano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sì, è bello il mio passato. Ora lo posso dire. Ora che ho osservato la sua ombra mi piace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3612581243303891631?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3612581243303891631/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-222.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3612581243303891631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3612581243303891631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-222.html' title='Riflessioni .222'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8228693029950084884</id><published>2010-10-25T11:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:58:16.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.C.R. Licklider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1968'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert W. Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Computers as a Communication Device'/><title type='text'>In pochi anni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In pochi anni, gli uomini saranno in grado di comunicare in modo più efficace tramite una macchina che direttamente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma comunicare è più di inviare e ricevere. Due registratori a nastro forse comunicano mentre suonano e si registrano l’un l’altro?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siamo convinti di stare entrando in un’era tecnologica in cui saremo in grado di interagire con la ricchezza di un’informazione viva, non nel mero modo passivo in cui siamo stati abituati a usare libri e biblioteche, ma come partecipanti a un processo continuo, in cui possiamo contribuire, e non semplicemente ricevendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La comunicazione creativa e interattiva necessita di un medium duttile e plasmabile che possa essere modellato, un medium dinamico in cui le premesse fluiscano nelle conseguenze, e soprattutto di un medium comune con cui tutti possano sperimentare e contribuire. Questo strumento è a portata di mano: il computer digitale programmato. La sua presenza può cambiare la natura e il valore della comunicazione, anche più profondamente di stampa e televisione.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.C.R. Licklider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Robert W. Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Computers as a Communication Device (1968)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8228693029950084884?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8228693029950084884/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-pochi-anni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8228693029950084884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8228693029950084884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-pochi-anni.html' title='In pochi anni'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-714815107207149189</id><published>2010-10-24T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:56:48.324+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .221</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nella leggerezza dell’anima ritrovare sorrisi dimenticati, fare tesoro degli attimi e riassaporarli. C’è del nuovo in ogni cosa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-714815107207149189?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/714815107207149189/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-221.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/714815107207149189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/714815107207149189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-221.html' title='Riflessioni .221'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4012096535118355342</id><published>2010-10-23T12:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:44:13.966+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caviano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lago Maggiore'/><title type='text'>I like it .55</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TMK8RJymL1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/p6NvBdKG-tE/s1600/I+like+it+55+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TMK8RJymL1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/p6NvBdKG-tE/s400/I+like+it+55+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190295236325202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4012096535118355342?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4012096535118355342/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-55.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4012096535118355342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4012096535118355342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-55.html' title='I like it .55'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TMK8RJymL1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/p6NvBdKG-tE/s72-c/I+like+it+55+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7680538219238533537</id><published>2010-10-22T12:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:23:31.989+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .220</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Butto via. Butto via oggetti, ricordi, persone e affetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Butto tutto ciò che ingombra e appesantisce inutilmente gli spazi del cuore e della mente e deframmento l’anima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7680538219238533537?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7680538219238533537/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-220.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7680538219238533537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7680538219238533537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-220.html' title='Riflessioni .220'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7072083837360354739</id><published>2010-10-21T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:06:12.852+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .61</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nell’Universo non esiste potere più grande di quello dell’amore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7072083837360354739?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7072083837360354739/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/citazioni-61.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7072083837360354739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7072083837360354739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/citazioni-61.html' title='Citazioni .61'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4762806649884509928</id><published>2010-10-20T12:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:27:34.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .219</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La vita inizia a 40 anni. Sopra i vuoti d’aria del cuore e le perturbazioni di lacrime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tutto passa e tutto rimane indietro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si dissolvono le emozioni e anche i sentimenti. Si frammentano i ricordi e si separano le immagini, quelle belle da quelle brutte, in una necessità fisica di collocare ogni cosa nell’apposito spazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nessun dolore e nessun sapore. Solo consapevolezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4762806649884509928?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4762806649884509928/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-219.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4762806649884509928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4762806649884509928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-219.html' title='Riflessioni .219'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3531677750242417581</id><published>2010-10-19T16:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:48:11.311+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port-Miou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .44</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TL2uwWMBDpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_5ayHkthGN4/s1600/Escape+44+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TL2uwWMBDpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_5ayHkthGN4/s400/Escape+44+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529768063093771922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3531677750242417581?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3531677750242417581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/escape-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3531677750242417581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3531677750242417581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/escape-44.html' title='Escape .44'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TL2uwWMBDpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_5ayHkthGN4/s72-c/Escape+44+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-731861386019508008</id><published>2010-10-18T17:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:12:55.940+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .218</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Per la legge della fisica non esiste il vuoto. Ogni spazio deve essere pieno e non si può svuotare senza automaticamente riempire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Svuoto il cuore, gli dò una ripulita e riordino le priorità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-731861386019508008?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/731861386019508008/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-218.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/731861386019508008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/731861386019508008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-218.html' title='Riflessioni .218'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5673368356399878653</id><published>2010-10-12T14:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:29:34.135+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing sonoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manière de voir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amica'/><title type='text'>Marketing sonoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il suono favorisce la compulsione all’acquisto. Nella musica d’ambiente di negozi, ristoranti, supermercati eccetera nulla è lasciato al caso:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Una musica lenta che propende alla nostalgia rallenta la camminata del cliente e lo spinge a consumare di più.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La musica ritmata usata nei fast-food aiuta a mangiare/bere in fretta, e lasciare il posto libero al cliente successivo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;c)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un suono che schiocca dà illusione di sicurezza: è ideale per accompagnare la chiusura di un gel-doccia o di una portiera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;d)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La forma di patatine, cereali eccetera è studiata in modo da produrre un suono ‘croccante’ e stimolare l’appetito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Manière de voir, n° 96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5673368356399878653?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5673368356399878653/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/marketing-sonoro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5673368356399878653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5673368356399878653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/marketing-sonoro.html' title='Marketing sonoro'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3672318794665839867</id><published>2010-10-11T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:31:41.464+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .217</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Osservare, ascoltare e annotare nella propria mente. E contemporaneamente riderne intimamente e dimenticare. Dimenticare non le cose, dimenticarne il valore, l’importanza. E decidere di sciogliere tutti i pensieri dentro una coppa di gelato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oggi la freschezza dell’anima ha il sapore della vaniglia e dei frutti di bosco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3672318794665839867?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3672318794665839867/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-217.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3672318794665839867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3672318794665839867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-217.html' title='Riflessioni .217'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8548420871548878871</id><published>2010-10-10T12:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:50:17.286+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;Uomo Vogue'/><title type='text'>I like it .54</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TLGaQlQTvOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xoLgetZhRx8/s1600/I+like+it+.54+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TLGaQlQTvOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xoLgetZhRx8/s400/I+like+it+.54+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526367827429407970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8548420871548878871?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8548420871548878871/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-54.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8548420871548878871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8548420871548878871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-54.html' title='I like it .54'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TLGaQlQTvOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xoLgetZhRx8/s72-c/I+like+it+.54+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-848102201683433024</id><published>2010-10-09T22:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:19:59.914+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .216</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Non esiste il mai e non esiste il per sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Con questa consapevolezza scivolo sopra le onde della vita, sopra i giorni e le situazioni. E abbandono pensieri inutili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-848102201683433024?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/848102201683433024/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-216.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/848102201683433024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/848102201683433024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-216.html' title='Riflessioni .216'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-6965513454929754293</id><published>2010-10-08T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:26:33.385+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Haanel'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;È la combinazione di pensiero e amore che costituisce la forza irresistibile della legge di attrazione.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charles Haanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-6965513454929754293?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6965513454929754293/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/citazioni-60.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6965513454929754293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6965513454929754293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/citazioni-60.html' title='Citazioni .60'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3951416082374276286</id><published>2010-10-07T10:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:41:40.996+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .215</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Piove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Piove sul volto bruciato dalle troppe emozioni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Piove sulla pelle riarsa, sulle mani inaridite e sulle crepe del cuore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Piove..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E respirare l’umidità dell’aria che sa di muffe di campagna. E sentire i pori che si riempiono di vita, sentirla penetrare dentro quella vita e correre fino al centro dell’anima, a rigenerarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Piove..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sui capelli bagnati che non asciugherò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3951416082374276286?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3951416082374276286/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-215.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3951416082374276286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3951416082374276286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-215.html' title='Riflessioni .215'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-6397456380935541907</id><published>2010-10-06T16:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:14:14.626+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alpe di Siusi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .43</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TKyEByrrSgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMkApzeRFTg/s1600/Escape+43+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TKyEByrrSgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMkApzeRFTg/s400/Escape+43+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524936009196456450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-6397456380935541907?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6397456380935541907/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/escape-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6397456380935541907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6397456380935541907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/escape-43.html' title='Escape .43'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TKyEByrrSgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMkApzeRFTg/s72-c/Escape+43+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8150999984850349000</id><published>2010-10-05T14:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:14:46.866+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .214</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ci sono situazioni che sono come un cancro. Arrivano senza che tu te ne accorga e quando ormai palesano la loro presenza hanno già invaso il tuo mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La tempestività, anche in questi casi, è tutto. Sì, perché come per il cancro vero occorre intervenire drasticamente per rimuovere le cause e soprattutto è necessario farlo in tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La preoccupazione è altissima e l’anima soffre, immensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nell’intervenire per rimuovere ciò che non va si elimina sempre anche qualcosa che si potrebbe salvare, ma l’importante è il risultato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;L’importante è la sensazione di leggerezza che ne consegue e i colori della vita rinnovata che adesso sono più brillanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8150999984850349000?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8150999984850349000/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-214.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8150999984850349000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8150999984850349000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-214.html' title='Riflessioni .214'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1219421010816370307</id><published>2010-10-03T10:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:11:36.712+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambra Crociani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evviva gli sposi (in una nuvola di farfalle)'/><title type='text'>Evviva gli sposi! (in una nuvola di farfalle)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avete presente Biancaneve (nella versione disneyana) quando, in un meraviglioso prato verde, canta con voce melodiosa giocando con gli uccellini, mentre le farfalle volano tutt’intorno? Ecco, quell’atmosfera fiabesca e rassicurante si può trasformare in realtà. Almeno il giorno delle nozze. Sì, perché sperimentato negli Stati Uniti, arriva anche in Italia il &lt;i&gt;Butterfly Wedding&lt;/i&gt;, il matrimonio impreziosito da un volo di farfalle. Ovvero: niente riso, né confetti, meglio un raffinato battito d’ali.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tutti gli invitati alla cerimonia viene fornito un piccolo contenitore da aprire nel momento clou, quando apparirà un nugolo candito o variopinto, a seconda della nuance preferita dagli sposi. La ‘confezione’ di farfalle arriva la sera prima delle nozze, o il giorno stesso, con le istruzioni per la gestione (ecologicamente rispettosa) degli insetti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Rete si trova tutto quel che c’è da sapere: dalle organizzazioni che provvedono all’intera coreografia a quelle che si limitano a fornire il kit per sospendere la coppia appena ‘convolata’ in una lieve nuvola romantica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perché questi lepidotteri sono simbolo di libertà e felicità: nella tradizione inglese sono infatti delle fate burlone e giocherellone (ruberebbero, nel loro volo, panna e burro dalle case), mentre in quella cristiana sono un simbolo di resurrezione. Presso gli antichi Greci rappresentavano l’anima e per gli Indiani d’America toccare una farfalla è garanzia di gioia e prosperità. Cosa c’è, in effetti, di più beneaugurante di due ali colorate per iniziare un matrimonio? Non solo: si tratta di un gesto, assicurano i promotori di questo festeggiamento alternativo, che contribuisce alla salvaguardia di una specie messa a rischio dall’inquinamento. I vari siti di &lt;i&gt;Butterfly Wedding&lt;/i&gt; promettono addirittura la creazione di una nuova economia ‘verde’: perché l’acquisto delle farfalle nuziali contrinuisce a finanziare aree protette e di riproduzione per gli insetti. Così, cliccando su &lt;i&gt;monarchbutterflywedding.com&lt;/i&gt;, si scopre la sua forte vocazione ambientalista. Punta invece sul ‘low cost’ &lt;i&gt;butterflyevents.com&lt;/i&gt;, con ‘pacchetti’ a prezzi speciali per chi prenota e organizza un intero evento on line. Ma il primo posto in fatto di varietà dell’offerta spetta a &lt;i&gt;thebutterflysite.com&lt;/i&gt;: nel catalogo web c’è infatti una vasta scelta di farfalle Monarca. Che come i fiori, meglio saperlo, si ordinano a dozzine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ambra Crociani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1219421010816370307?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1219421010816370307/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/evviva-gli-sposi-in-una-nuvola-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1219421010816370307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1219421010816370307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/evviva-gli-sposi-in-una-nuvola-di.html' title='Evviva gli sposi! (in una nuvola di farfalle)'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1769320937561889114</id><published>2010-10-02T15:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:35:49.706+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .213</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uccidere un amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ucciderlo mentre ancora grida dentro. Ucciderlo per salvare i ricordi, quelli belli. Ucciderlo per impedirgli di soffocarci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;È un po’ come uccidere se stessi per continuare a respirare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1769320937561889114?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1769320937561889114/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/10/riflessioni-213.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1769320937561889114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-6407202779765881446</id><published>2010-09-29T10:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:49:19.366+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winston Churchill'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mano a mano che procedi crei il tuo universo personale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-6407202779765881446?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6407202779765881446/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/citazioni-59.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6407202779765881446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tutto giace fermo e statico nell’afa delle emozioni, un bel temporale sui sentimenti fa bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rinfresca, rigenera, schiarisce il cielo, l’umore, gli occhi e anche il cuore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-6213617843489208045?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6213617843489208045/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-211.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .42</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TKBT78jEkII/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNaTssMqeoA/s1600/Escape+42+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TKBT78jEkII/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNaTssMqeoA/s400/Escape+42+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521505432486842498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4489961808486468622?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Un anno -3 giorni e stesso posto, stesso orario, quasi stessi abiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Un anno e voltarsi indietro, complici le circostanze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quanta strada in un anno! Quanti cambiamenti, quanti passi, quanti traguardi raggiunti e quanti ancora da attraversare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorrido. Dopo un anno si può.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1657363692170477690?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1657363692170477690/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-210.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1657363692170477690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1657363692170477690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-210.html' title='Riflessioni .210'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5793540566903114408</id><published>2010-09-24T14:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:26:32.718+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 ‘casi’ bon ton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiara Canavero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flair'/><title type='text'>12 ‘casi’ bon ton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ADULTERI. ‘Il tradimento non trionfa mai. Il motivo? Se trionfa nessuno osa chiamarlo tradimento (diventa grande amore)’, diceva Sir John Harrington, scrittore inglese e figlioccio di Elisabetta I. Morale (sempre attuale): tacere sempre. Ed eventualmente uscire allo scoperto solo in casi davvero eclatanti di &lt;i&gt;amour fou&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AFFARI INTERNAZIONALI. La ‘global business etiquette’ è un aiuto per sapersi comportare di fronte a culture differenti. La scuola &lt;i&gt;Minding Manners&lt;/i&gt; consiglia: per non indispettire un manager arabo, non mostrargli la suola delle scarpe. In India non usare la mano sinistra per mangiare. Se si deve fare un regalo ad un cliente giapponese, non impacchettarlo con carta bianca: per loro è il colore della morte. Il segno ‘ok’ fatto con il pollice e l’indice a formare un cerchio è perfetto negli Stati Uniti ma in Francia significa ‘essere una nullità’ e in Giappone indica soldi. In Cina i biglietti da visita vanno dati con entrambe le mani dopo aver salutato. In Thailandia vietato sedersi accavallando le gambe: lì è gesto di plateale maleducazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AUMENTO. Sono tre le regole base suggerite dalla &lt;i&gt;Quest Business Training&lt;/i&gt; di Londra: 1) Non chiederlo come immediata contropartita a un’emergenza lavorativa in cui l’azienda ha estremo bisogno di voi. 2) Chiederlo senza giri di parole ma non proporre mai la cifra desiderata. 3) Non farsi avanti subito dopo che una collega ha avuto un aumento o una promozione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BEAUTY FARM. Sono la nuova agorà degli incontri. Secondo una ricerca di FederTerme, i neofiti dei centri benessere sono in costante aumento e i giovani sotto i 35 anni rappresentano quasi la metà della clientela. In genere vi si entra con l’idea di lasciare fuori il mondo per dedicarsi a se stesse. Ma, dopo due giorni di relax, tornano le energie e la voglia di socializzare. L’importante è non farlo indossando il goffo kit taglia unica a disposizione dei clienti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHIRURGIA ESTETICA. Chi cede alla tentazione di sbandierare ai quattro venti i suoi interventi, rischia di dare l’impressione di essere una bisturi addicted. ‘La decisione è personale’ spiega Alberto Presutti di &lt;i&gt;Etiquette Academy&lt;/i&gt;, ‘ma bisogna tener presente che cambiare l’aspetto cambia anche la percezione che gli altri hanno di noi. Quindi, meglio attenersi alla discrezione. Anche con la migliore amica e, soprattutto, con il partner’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;COLAZIONI DI LAVORO. Secondo Stefano Lanuzza, autore di &lt;i&gt;Vita da Dandy&lt;/i&gt; (Stampa Alternativa), sono da evitare i bar anonimi del centro città e le loro atmosfere di massa. Meglio una vecchia pasticceria o, se l’incontro pretende location meno fru fru, un buon, classico ristorante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;COLLOQUI DI LAVORO. ‘L’atteggiamento da evitare è la superbia’, spiegano alla &lt;i&gt;Lady Summer Academy&lt;/i&gt;, la scuola inglese di galateo. ‘Inutile e controproducente presentarsi sentendosi già i prescelti, magari forti di un curriculum eccellente. Mentre l’esaminatore sta parlando anche se si è fulminati da una buona idea, aspettiamo una pausa prima di intervenire’. Quella di non interrompere mai un interlocutore non è la regola base del bon ton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FUMO. L’unica situazione in cui ha un’allure magica è nella fumeria del Cairo, &lt;i&gt;Al-Fishawi&lt;/i&gt; (già frequentata dallo scrittore premio Nobel Nagib Mahfuz): qui è ‘letteriamente’ congeniale lasciarsi conquistare da un narghilé con tabacco aromatizzaro alla mela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PRIMO APPUNTAMENTO. Per dribblare (immancabili) imbarazzi, è sempre utile saper dosare bene i momenti di silenzio. ‘È il miglior alleato di una donna in difficoltà e, soprattutto se è accompagnato da un sorriso, ci darà un’aria seduttiva’, sosteneva la maestra di stile Diana Vreeland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TECNOLOGIA. Ipod, notebook, smartphone.. Per evitare di soccombere davanti alle macchine, le si usino q.b. Come diceva John F. Kennedy: ‘L’uomo è ancora il più straordinario dei computer’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;UFFICIO. Secondo il galateo delle e-mail, è buona norma rispondere alla posta entro 24 ore. E gli amori sul lavoro? &lt;i&gt;Etiquette for Girls&lt;/i&gt; di Fleur Britten (Debrett’s), ‘bibbia’ inglese del socialmente corretto, dice semplicemente che sono difficili da gestire. E che possiamo concederceli solo dopo anni di anzianità ed esperienza, indispensabili per conoscere regole non scritte e tabù dell’azienda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;VIAGGI. Muoversi con eleganza per Anton Moonen, autore del libro &lt;i&gt;Lo snobismo dei sensi&lt;/i&gt; (Castelvecchi) è distinguersi per un folgorante understatement. In giro per il mondo per lavoro, meglio, molto meglio accompagnarsi a un bagaglio sobrio e, possibilmente, di minimo ingombro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chiara Canavero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5793540566903114408?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5793540566903114408/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-casi-bon-ton_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5793540566903114408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5793540566903114408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-casi-bon-ton_24.html' title='12 ‘casi’ bon ton'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-311231170011453401</id><published>2010-09-23T09:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:09:28.459+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .209</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Le giornate che iniziano lente attendendo la luce del sole. Le giornate che hanno il profumo del pane e dell’erba tagliata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vorresti morderlo quel pane, ancora dentro al forno. E vorresti toglierti le scarpe e camminare a piedi nudi nella rugiada. Forse anche berla, dopo aver mangiato il pane, per dissetarti di sogni riarsi di afa e di sveglie che suonano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fra poco sorgerà il sole e tutto prenderà velocità..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-311231170011453401?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/311231170011453401/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-209.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/311231170011453401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/311231170011453401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-209.html' title='Riflessioni .209'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8412169175943277276</id><published>2010-09-22T12:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:37:31.489+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><title type='text'>I like it .52</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TJncU-vPfPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H2tM-6XjuXo/s1600/I+like+it+52+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TJncU-vPfPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H2tM-6XjuXo/s400/I+like+it+52+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519685071315893490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8412169175943277276?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8412169175943277276/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-it-52.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8412169175943277276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8412169175943277276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-it-52.html' title='I like it .52'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TJncU-vPfPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H2tM-6XjuXo/s72-c/I+like+it+52+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3477595734550588370</id><published>2010-09-21T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:59:30.471+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .208</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notte fonda. Percorro nel buio una strada estiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il silenzio avvolge i miei passi e penetra il mio petto come aria fresca nell’afa più intensa. Dorme la vita intorno a me o forse fa solo finta. Fa finta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3477595734550588370?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3477595734550588370/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-208.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3477595734550588370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3477595734550588370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-208.html' title='Riflessioni .208'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5255942977463869708</id><published>2010-09-20T14:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:59:22.151+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Bernard Beckwith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .58</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proprio adesso puoi cominciare a sentirti in buona salute e pieno di vigore. Puoi cominciare a sentire l’amore che ti circonda, anche se non è lì. E allora l’Universo sarà in sintonia con la natura della tua ‘canzone’, corrisponderà alla natura di quell’intima emozione e si rivelerà, perché è così che ti senti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michael Bernard Beckwith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5255942977463869708?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5255942977463869708/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/citazioni-58.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5255942977463869708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5255942977463869708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/citazioni-58.html' title='Citazioni .58'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8723031052524244087</id><published>2010-09-19T12:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:08:30.655+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .207</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La luna e la sua magia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Una luna rossa nel cielo più nero, una sera calda d’estate, un pensiero solitario che sa di dolcezza e di baci. Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8723031052524244087?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8723031052524244087/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-207.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8723031052524244087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8723031052524244087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-207.html' title='Riflessioni .207'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8612092163769211879</id><published>2010-09-18T14:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:56:01.530+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stretto di Messina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .41</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TJS2xmA96aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BsZbg6tl6Ak/s1600/Escape+41+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TJS2xmA96aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BsZbg6tl6Ak/s400/Escape+41+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518236406570150306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8612092163769211879?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8612092163769211879/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/escape-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8612092163769211879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8612092163769211879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/escape-41.html' title='Escape .41'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TJS2xmA96aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BsZbg6tl6Ak/s72-c/Escape+41+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7354758262682197857</id><published>2010-09-16T16:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:47:28.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .206</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ci sono persone che credono che tutto sia dovuto, che basti fare un sorriso splendente e una bella battuta per ottenere amicizia e favori. Sbagliato. La soddisfazione di lasciare tali individui ai margini della propria vita e di eliminarli lentamente dalle conoscenze è impagabile! Sempre ovviamente con un bel sorriso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7354758262682197857?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7354758262682197857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-206.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7354758262682197857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7354758262682197857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-206.html' title='Riflessioni .206'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4803578018533692872</id><published>2010-09-14T08:37:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:49:18.959+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 ‘casi’ bon ton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiara Canavero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flair'/><title type='text'>12 ‘casi’ bon ton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADULTERI. ‘Il tradimento non trionfa mai. Il motivo? Se trionfa nessuno osa chiamarlo tradimento (diventa grande amore)’, diceva Sir John Harrington, scrittore inglese e figlioccio di Elisabetta I. Morale (sempre attuale): tacere sempre. Ed eventualmente uscire allo scoperto solo in casi davvero eclatanti di &lt;i&gt;amour fou&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFFARI INTERNAZIONALI. La ‘global business etiquette’ è un aiuto per sapersi comportare di fronte a culture differenti. La scuola &lt;i&gt;Minding Manners&lt;/i&gt; consiglia: per non indispettire un manager arabo, non mostrargli la suola delle scarpe. In India non usare la mano sinistra per mangiare. Se si deve fare un regalo ad un cliente giapponese, non impacchettarlo con carta bianca: per loro è il colore della morte. Il segno ‘ok’ fatto con il pollice e l’indice a formare un cerchio è perfetto negli Stati Uniti ma in Francia significa ‘essere una nullità’ e in Giappone indica soldi. In Cina i biglietti da visita vanno dati con entrambe le mani dopo aver salutato. In Thailandia vietato sedersi accavallando le gambe: lì è gesto di plateale maleducazione.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUMENTO. Sono tre le regole base suggerite dalla &lt;i&gt;Quest Business Training&lt;/i&gt; di Londra: 1) Non chiederlo come immediata contropartita a un’emergenza lavorativa in cui l’azienda ha estremo bisogno di voi. 2) Chiederlo senza giri di parole ma non proporre mai la cifra desiderata. 3) Non farsi avanti subito dopo che una collega ha avuto un aumento o una promozione.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEAUTY FARM. Sono la nuova agorà degli incontri. Secondo una ricerca di FederTerme, i neofiti dei centri benessere sono in costante aumento e i giovani sotto i 35 anni rappresentano quasi la metà della clientela. In genere vi si entra con l’idea di lasciare fuori il mondo per dedicarsi a se stesse. Ma, dopo due giorni di relax, tornano le energie e la voglia di socializzare. L’importante è non farlo indossando il goffo kit taglia unica a disposizione dei clienti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHIRURGIA ESTETICA. Chi cede alla tentazione di sbandierare ai quattro venti i suoi interventi, rischia di dare l’impressione di essere una bisturi addicted. ‘La decisione è personale’ spiega Alberto Presutti di &lt;i&gt;Etiquette Academy&lt;/i&gt;, ‘ma bisogna tener presente che cambiare l’aspetto cambia anche la percezione che gli altri hanno di noi. Quindi, meglio attenersi alla discrezione. Anche con la migliore amica e, soprattutto, con il partner’. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLAZIONI DI LAVORO. Secondo Stefano Lanuzza, autore di &lt;i&gt;Vita da Dandy&lt;/i&gt; (Stampa Alternativa), sono da evitare i bar anonimi del centro città e le loro atmosfere di massa. Meglio una vecchia pasticceria o, se l’incontro pretende location meno fru fru, un buon, classico ristorante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLLOQUI DI LAVORO. ‘L’atteggiamento da evitare è la superbia’, spiegano alla &lt;i&gt;Lady Summer Academy&lt;/i&gt;, la scuola inglese di galateo. ‘Inutile e controproducente presentarsi sentendosi già i prescelti, magari forti di un curriculum eccellente. Mentre l’esaminatore sta parlando anche se si è fulminati da una buona idea, aspettiamo una pausa prima di intervenire’. Quella di non interrompere mai un interlocutore non è la regola base del bon ton?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUMO. L’unica situazione in cui ha un’allure magica è nella fumeria del Cairo, &lt;i&gt;Al-Fishawi&lt;/i&gt; (già frequentata dallo scrittore premio Nobel Nagib Mahfuz): qui è ‘letteriamente’ congeniale lasciarsi conquistare da un narghilé con tabacco aromatizzaro alla mela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRIMO APPUNTAMENTO. Per dribblare (immancabili) imbarazzi, è sempre utile saper dosare bene i momenti di silenzio. ‘È il miglior alleato di una donna in difficoltà e, soprattutto se è accompagnato da un sorriso, ci darà un’aria seduttiva’, sosteneva la maestra di dtile Diana Vreeland.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TECNOLOGIA. Ipod, notebook, smartphone.. Per evitare di soccombere davanti alle macchine, le si usino q.b. Come diceva John F. Kennedy: ‘L’uomo è ancora il più straordinario dei computer’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UFFICIO. Secondo il galateo delle e-mail, è buona norma rispondere alla posta entro 24 ore. E gli amori sul lavoro? &lt;i&gt;Etiquette for Girls&lt;/i&gt; di Fleur Britten (Debrett’s), ‘bibbia’ inglese del socialmente corretto, dice semplicemente che sono difficili da gestire. E che possiamo concederceli solo dopo anni di anzianità ed esperienza, indispensabili per conoscere regole non scritte e tabù dell’azienda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIAGGI. Muoversi con eleganza per Anton Moonen, autore del libro &lt;i&gt;Lo snobismo dei sensi&lt;/i&gt; (Castelvecchi) è distinguersi per un folgorante &lt;i&gt;understatement&lt;/i&gt;. In giro per il mondo per lavoro, meglio, molto meglio accompagnarsi a un bagaglio sobrio e, possibilmente, di minimo ingombro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chiara Canavero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4803578018533692872?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4803578018533692872/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-casi-bon-ton.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4803578018533692872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4803578018533692872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-casi-bon-ton.html' title='12 ‘casi’ bon ton'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7169508191134354242</id><published>2010-09-13T10:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:38:22.706+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .205</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Un mattino come tanti, una passeggiata come tante nel solito parco, la stessa compagnia di ogni giorno. Solo che oggi c’è festa! Si allestiscono stand e il viale alberato si colora dei profumi locali, prodotti tipici e voci allegre invadono il silenzio del verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Volti conosciuti e non che si scambiano piacevolmente il buongiorno e poi fra tutti uno un po’ più noto, uno che il tempo ha modificato ma non alterato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si evocano tempi andati stamattina alle Cascine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7169508191134354242?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7169508191134354242/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-205.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7169508191134354242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7169508191134354242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-205.html' title='Riflessioni .205'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2321939881358273910</id><published>2010-09-12T15:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:21:37.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caviano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lago Maggiore'/><title type='text'>I like it .51</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TIzTqvH_-iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vItSdW1zUdo/s1600/I+like+it+51+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TIzTqvH_-iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vItSdW1zUdo/s400/I+like+it+51+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516016374780000802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2321939881358273910?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2321939881358273910/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-it-51.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2321939881358273910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2321939881358273910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-it-51.html' title='I like it .51'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TIzTqvH_-iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vItSdW1zUdo/s72-c/I+like+it+51+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5594488387130645308</id><published>2010-09-11T19:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:43:12.292+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .204</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La leggerezza dell’essere, la leggerezza dello spirito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quella leggerezza che viene dal sentirsi bene e in pace con se stessi, dalla consapevolezza di aver trovato la propria dimensione, il proprio scopo nella vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E lasciarsi andare e volerla vivere questa vita. Senza freni, senza limiti, senza fretta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5594488387130645308?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5594488387130645308/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-204.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5594488387130645308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5594488387130645308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-204.html' title='Riflessioni .204'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7771790073142742964</id><published>2010-09-09T11:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:23:10.847+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Vitale'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .57</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu puoi prendere coscienza dei tuoi pensieri e sceglierli accuratamente, e puoi farlo divertendoti, perché sei il capolavoro della tua vita. Sei tu il David che stai scolpendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dr. Joe Vitale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7771790073142742964?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7771790073142742964/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/citazioni-57.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7771790073142742964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7771790073142742964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/citazioni-57.html' title='Citazioni .57'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7384623138181679154</id><published>2010-09-08T12:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:56:21.994+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .203</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sfogliare vecchie riviste sempre lette è come tornare indietro nel tempo. Si rivivono atmosfere e periodi ormai trascorsi attraverso la moda e gli eventi passati, ma soprattutto si vede l’evoluzione della società e del modo di pensare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La stessa evoluzione del pensiero si riflette su di noi. È un cambiamento continuo, costante e incessante che risulta impercettibile, ma che nel tempo ci porta lontano da chi eravamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passo dopo passo, così sono i percorsi della vita, facciamo strada. Quanta strada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7384623138181679154?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7384623138181679154/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-203.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7384623138181679154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7384623138181679154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-203.html' title='Riflessioni .203'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8105163069083783745</id><published>2010-09-07T11:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:57:03.993+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portogallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comporta'/><title type='text'>Escape .40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TIYMSzF5QnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tOw1gi5w_oA/s1600/Escape+40+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TIYMSzF5QnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tOw1gi5w_oA/s400/Escape+40+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514108310853862002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8105163069083783745?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8105163069083783745/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/escape-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8105163069083783745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8105163069083783745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/escape-40.html' title='Escape .40'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TIYMSzF5QnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tOw1gi5w_oA/s72-c/Escape+40+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2993003940066167513</id><published>2010-09-06T19:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:10:47.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .202</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La libertà è per tutti ma non è di tutti. Per essere liberi occorre sempre pagare un prezzo che, spesso, ha il sapore della rinuncia e del coraggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rinuncia a ciò che non si può avere, perché scegliere vuol dire rinunciare e chi vuole essere libero deve saper scegliere per la propria vita. Coraggio di andare avanti sempre, soprattutto quando la strada è difficile, anche quando viene percorsa in solitudine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La libertà richiede un prezzo da pagare, in un’unica soluzione e in contanti. Ma è un prezzo infinitamente minore rispetto a quello della schiavitù.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2993003940066167513?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2993003940066167513/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-202.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2993003940066167513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2993003940066167513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-202.html' title='Riflessioni .202'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8954313447368290832</id><published>2010-09-04T14:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:53:48.875+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letizia Rittatore Vonwiller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galateo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il primo giorno di scuola'/><title type='text'>Il primo giorno di scuola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La puntualità è d’obbligo: arrivare in ritardo non è né un buon inizio né un esempio per il futuro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sono consigliabili uno stile semplice e compostezza: non abbandonarsi a commozioni eccessive, il bambino non capirebbe il perché delle vostre lacrime e potrebbe preoccuparsene.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La telecamera va bene solo se ci sono entrambi i genitori: uno filma, l’altro offre conforto psicologico.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All’appello, dare una stretta affettuosa alle spalle del/la bambino/a, non spingerlo/a né sbracciarsi per salutarlo/a: lui/lei è entrato/a in un’altra dimensione.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Letizia Rittatore Vonwiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8954313447368290832?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8954313447368290832/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/il-primo-giorno-di-scuola.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8954313447368290832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8954313447368290832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/il-primo-giorno-di-scuola.html' title='Il primo giorno di scuola'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8562420381479201689</id><published>2010-09-03T23:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:52:27.964+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .201</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Annullare i pensieri nel colore. Intingere il pennello nell’acqua; immergerlo nel colore e passarlo sull’anima. Giallo, verde, rosso, nero, azzurro, rosa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muovere le mani in armonia con i pensieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I pensieri.. Quando lo spirito è colorato anche i pensieri sono a colori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8562420381479201689?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8562420381479201689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-201.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8562420381479201689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8562420381479201689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-201.html' title='Riflessioni .201'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-310722346037162366</id><published>2010-09-02T10:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:21:50.350+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><title type='text'>I like it .50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TH9ejWw1EwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qe7YfZHT-UU/s1600/I+like+it+50+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TH9ejWw1EwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qe7YfZHT-UU/s400/I+like+it+50+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512228430423593730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-310722346037162366?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/310722346037162366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-it-50.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/310722346037162366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/310722346037162366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-it-50.html' title='I like it .50'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TH9ejWw1EwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qe7YfZHT-UU/s72-c/I+like+it+50+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1636441026725000652</id><published>2010-09-01T19:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:30:05.002+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .200</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porte. Che si aprono, che si chiudono, che si socchiudono e che sbattono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porte del passato e del futuro. Porte presenti di chi vive in mezzo, di scelte non ancora compiute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gli scenari e le prospettive cambiano ad ogni ‘sì’ e ad ogni ‘no’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1636441026725000652?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1636441026725000652/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-200.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1636441026725000652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1636441026725000652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/09/riflessioni-200.html' title='Riflessioni .200'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1685538769936293041</id><published>2010-08-25T11:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:24:33.366+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .56</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La tua vita è nelle tue mani. Non importa chi sei ora o che cosa ti è successo in passato, da questo momento puoi cominciare a scegliere coscientemente i tuoi pensieri e puoi cambiare la tua vita. Non esistono situazioni senza via di uscita: ogni singola circostanza della tua esistenza può cambiare!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1685538769936293041?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1685538769936293041/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/citazioni-56.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1685538769936293041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1685538769936293041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/citazioni-56.html' title='Citazioni .56'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4639287069347732028</id><published>2010-08-24T12:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:36:53.209+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .199</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sensazioni. Positive. Negative. Freddo. Caldo. Fame. Sete. Sonno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatto. Sentire sulla pelle ciò che va e ciò che non va, le carezze e gli schiaffi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Intuito. Il sesto senso, quello indefinito che non fallisce mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Abbatto le emozioni che possono essere ingannevoli e respiro le sensazioni. Vivo a pelle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4639287069347732028?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4639287069347732028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-199.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4639287069347732028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4639287069347732028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-199.html' title='Riflessioni .199'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4269705309408560529</id><published>2010-08-23T10:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:29:37.454+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scilla'/><title type='text'>Escape .39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/THIxV7rWOHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f-ccyyyJ7xE/s1600/Escape+39+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/THIxV7rWOHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f-ccyyyJ7xE/s400/Escape+39+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519547094055026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4269705309408560529?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4269705309408560529/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape-39.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4269705309408560529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4269705309408560529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape-39.html' title='Escape .39'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/THIxV7rWOHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f-ccyyyJ7xE/s72-c/Escape+39+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3772459970350338403</id><published>2010-08-22T21:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:46:48.516+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .198</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Libertà. Dagli schemi, dai conformismi, dalle dipendenze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La mia definizione di libertà è la massima espressione di se stessi, del proprio essere, del proprio sentire, del proprio pensare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E per potenziare questa espressione mi libero da un altro vincolo e smetto di colorarmi i capelli. Sì, li lascio fluire liberi, belli e sani. Magari al vento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3772459970350338403?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3772459970350338403/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-198.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3772459970350338403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3772459970350338403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-198.html' title='Riflessioni .198'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7113020627504869085</id><published>2010-08-20T14:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:32:50.940+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letizia Rittatore Vonwiller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galateo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amica'/><title type='text'>Entrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IN CASA D'ALTRI: si saluta con una stretta di mano (il bacio solo agli intimi), si puliscono le scarpe sullo zerbino, in caso di pioggia si infila l’ombrello nel portaombrelli o lo si affida a chi apre. Ci si toglie il cappello. Alcune consuetudini cambiano in base al Paese e alla religione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;La stretta di mano non è uguale nei paesi anglosassoni, islamici e orientali; in Giappone si fa un inchino con un angolo di 15 gradi a un parigrado e di 45 gradi a una persona importante, gli uomini sull’attenti con le braccia ai lati del corpo, le donne con le mani incrociate sulle cosce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In una casa ebraica ci si copre il capo; in una buddista o induista togliere le scarpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IN UNA SALA/FESTA: ‘Una signora non entri in una stanza da ballo spazzolandosi i capelli o infilandosi i guanti’ (www.victorianweb.org). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alla domanda se la persona che entra deve essere la prima a salutare, Miss Manners risponde sul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: ‘Si fa un sorriso generale, si saluta prima il padrone di casa, poi quelli che si conoscono’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Irene Brin invita a ‘non pensare che tutti vi stiano guardando. Non ditevi: ‘Oh Dio, arrossirò’ perché arrossite davvero. Rendevi conto che né questo ballo né questo pranzo hanno poi molta importanza nella vostra vita’ (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dizionario del successo, dell’insuccesso e dei luoghi comuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Sellerio).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se una sala affollata mette ansia conviene seguire il consiglio che il regista de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Il cigno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Charles Vidor, dava alla principessa Alexandra (Grace Kelly): ‘Si ricordi com’è il cigno: scivola sull’acqua, silenzioso e maestoso. Così deve essere lei, scivoli, altera e indifferente, tra la folla stupita’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fiori o regali si consegnano prima di entrare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IN UNA SALA RIUNIONI: si bussa alla porta, si entra quando si riceve il permesso e si fa un saluto generale. Se si rimane per pochi secondi ci si scusa, alla fine si saluta di nuovo e si chiude la porta delicatamente; se si è in ritardo per una riunione si prende posto senza disturbare (Yahoo!Answer). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;AL RISTORANTE: l’uomo precede la donna. Se la porta è chusa chi invita precede l’ospite, fermandosi sulla soglia. Sempre chi invita, entrando si rivolge al maître. Non abbandonare l’accompagnatore per andare a salutare altri (http://sussurridellasera.splinder.com/post/15842266). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IN TAXI: prima di entrare, meglio comunicare al conducente la meta. Il cavaliere tiene la portiera aperta alla signora, fa il giro e va ad accomodarsi dall’altra parte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IN UN NEGOZIO: chi entra dà la precedenza a chi esce e saluta il commesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Letizia Rittatore Vonwiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(etichette e tag: Galateo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7113020627504869085?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7113020627504869085/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/entrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7113020627504869085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7113020627504869085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/entrate.html' title='Entrate'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4734952961802767661</id><published>2010-08-19T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:37:13.009+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .197</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Off. Premere il pulsante off per azzerare tutto, per abbattere ogni tensione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nel silenzio chiudere gli occhi e ascoltare. Un’auto passa nella strada, la vicina parla in giardino, i passeri cinguettano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mettere una mano sul petto e sentire il proprio respiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il silenzio è vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4734952961802767661?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4734952961802767661/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-197.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4734952961802767661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4734952961802767661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-197.html' title='Riflessioni .197'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5168895372764647684</id><published>2010-08-18T11:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:53:23.454+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><title type='text'>I like it .49</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TGutcERVubI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BQjOutWP9zw/s1600/I+like+it+49+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TGutcERVubI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BQjOutWP9zw/s400/I+like+it+49+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506685667084974514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5168895372764647684?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5168895372764647684/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-it-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5168895372764647684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5168895372764647684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-it-49.html' title='I like it .49'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TGutcERVubI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BQjOutWP9zw/s72-c/I+like+it+49+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-2592050568975743642</id><published>2010-08-17T10:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:02:21.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .196</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ci sono momenti in cui la vita si fa, in cui scegliere, e saper scegliere tempestivamente e istintivamente, fa la differenza. Tutto si decide nello spazio di un ‘sì’ o di un ‘no’. E dopo niente è più uguale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La vita assume una direzione diversa. Cambiano gli scenari, cambiano le persone, ma soprattutto cambiano le aspettative. E tutto il resto scivola..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-2592050568975743642?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2592050568975743642/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-196.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2592050568975743642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/2592050568975743642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-196.html' title='Riflessioni .196'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4595171414746104826</id><published>2010-08-13T11:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:28:10.010+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prentice Mulford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'>Citazioni .55</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ogni tuo pensiero è qualcosa di reale, una forza.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prentice Mulford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4595171414746104826?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4595171414746104826/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/citazioni-55.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4595171414746104826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4595171414746104826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/citazioni-55.html' title='Citazioni .55'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5189794223969951695</id><published>2010-08-12T11:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:43:11.162+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .195</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La bellezza non è seduzione. La seduzione sta nel potere che deriva dalla bellezza, dalla sua percezione e dall’esercizio consapevole di tale potere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La seduzione è un gioco di potere. Il potere è seducente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5189794223969951695?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5189794223969951695/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-195.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5189794223969951695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5189794223969951695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-195.html' title='Riflessioni .195'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5518515224082657821</id><published>2010-08-11T11:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:00:07.846+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Viola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Escape .38</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TGJzSHRlefI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BxJ9SPcxMGU/s1600/Escape+38+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TGJzSHRlefI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BxJ9SPcxMGU/s400/Escape+38+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504088449627814386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5518515224082657821?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5518515224082657821/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape-38.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5518515224082657821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5518515224082657821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape-38.html' title='Escape .38'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TGJzSHRlefI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BxJ9SPcxMGU/s72-c/Escape+38+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-6699667477476545011</id><published>2010-08-10T11:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:20:39.899+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .194</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alleggerire il carico. Di problemi, di tensioni, di cose da pagare più o meno metaforicamente. Alleggerire il carico sulle spalle e anche quello sul cuore. E farlo tutto in un botto, in pochi giorni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando la vita ti mette davanti alle sue inevitabili svolte lo fa tutto insieme, una cosa per volta, ma concentrate tutto in un brevissimo periodo di tempo. È il suo modo di parlarti e di indirizzarti verso scelte e decisioni inevitabili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ancora non sai dove ti porteranno quei sì e quei no che pronunci, ma sai che c’è qualcosa che ti aspetta. Puoi preoccuparti oppure rilassarti e lasciarti andare gustandoti il cammino anche quando ti trovi a percorrere una strada nuova. E gustarti tutti i nuovi scenari che ti si aprono davanti agli occhi e coglierne le opportunità. Perché le cose che cambiano portano sempre nuove opportunità da scoprire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-6699667477476545011?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6699667477476545011/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-194.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6699667477476545011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/6699667477476545011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-194.html' title='Riflessioni .194'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4466476061261995294</id><published>2010-08-08T14:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:15:32.842+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiara Canavero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L’etichetta ci salverà'/><title type='text'>L’etichetta ci salverà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delle buone maniere si erano perse un po’ le tracce. Bandite dalle varie rivoluzioni culturali che si sono avvicendate a partire dagli anni ’60, archiviate dall’intellighenzia come emblema di una società ‘antica’ e superficiale, screditate da una rampante &lt;i&gt;working class&lt;/i&gt; che bada esclusivamente al so(l)do, l’allure e l’utilità del bon ton sono finite nel dimenticatoio. A cercare di ridargli il peso che meritano, s’impegna in questi giorni anche il quotidiano economico Financial Times che considera ‘il savoir-faire un’arma vincente non solo nel mondo degli affari ma anche in quello privato’. E aggiunge: ‘I programmi universitari puntano unicamente al raggiungimento di obiettivi accademici ma non aiutano i giovani a costruirsi una personalità ‘multitasking’. Le scuole di bon ton riempiono, quindi, il vuoto che si è creato nell’educazione sociale, ponendosi spesso come percorso alternativo all’università’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Così il galateo, aggiornato e rivisto, non si limita più alle lezioni di portamento (le mitiche passeggiate con l’immancabile libro in testa), ma propone corsi di marketing, business style e international etiquette. E i neofiti delle buone maniere affidano il loro successo a scuole prestigiose, dalla &lt;i&gt;Quest Business Training&lt;/i&gt; di Londra alla svizzera &lt;i&gt;Surval Mont-Fleuri&lt;/i&gt;, dalla canadese &lt;i&gt;Savoir Faire&lt;/i&gt; alla &lt;i&gt;Minding Manners&lt;/i&gt; di Parigi. ‘Un codice di comportamento armonioso è il miglior fluidificante sociale. Ci aiuta a rapportarci agli altri con naturalezza e disinvoltura, soprattutto se siamo timidi o stiamo attraversando un momento di difficoltà’, spiega lo psicologo Diego Itri. ‘È un elegante passe-partout per ogni circostanza, dalla vita privata al lavoro’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il tanto decantato (e liberatorio) mantra ‘be yourself’ e il conseguente invito ad amarsi cedono il passo alle regole. ‘Essere se stessi non vuol dire nulla. Una dichiarazione di principio che produce solo un senso di inadeguatezza. Meglio avere una ‘scaletta’ gradevole in cui possiamo muoverci con disinvoltura. In fondo rispondiamo sempre delle nostre azioni alle emozioni che, a loro volta, sono mutevoli, e capricciose e, per questo, non adatte a fornirci un ancoraggio nelle situazioni complicate’, dice Alberto Presutti, poeta e organizzatore di corsi di buone maniere alla &lt;i&gt;Etiquette Academy Italiana&lt;/i&gt;. ‘Il galateo, quindi, si propone come bussola inaspettata, trasformandosi da contenitore a contenuto perché sapersi esprimere con proprietà, gestire i rapporti umani con educazione e diplomazia, esalta la personalità, quella più autentica, di ciascuno di noi’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E un’icona in ascesa del bon ton? Accantonate le sovresposte ‘Carlà’ Sarkozy e Michelle Obama, arriva sotto i riflettori la first lady di Siria, Asma al-Assad. Profilo slanciato, mai un abito fuori posto. La signora Assad, sposata con il presidente Bashar al-Assad dal 2000, ha alle spalle un’importante carriera in banche d’investimenti straniere. E di questa sua immagine, diplomaticamente corretta, beneficia il marito, alla ricerca di nuovi consensi internazionali per il paese arabo. Perché la politica passa anche attraverso il bon ton.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chiara Canavero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4466476061261995294?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4466476061261995294/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/letichetta-ci-salvera.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4466476061261995294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4466476061261995294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/letichetta-ci-salvera.html' title='L’etichetta ci salverà'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1700956665416148385</id><published>2010-08-07T11:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:01:28.540+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .193</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ci sono frasi che sono sbagliate. Nella loro perfezione grammaticale pesano come macigni e hanno il potere della distruzione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soggetto + verbo + complemento oggetto + aggettivo. Sembra tutto molto semplice e invece poi niente è come prima..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1700956665416148385?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1700956665416148385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-193.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1700956665416148385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1700956665416148385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-193.html' title='Riflessioni .193'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-552933760705531513</id><published>2010-08-06T10:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:39:50.053+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Claire Maison'/><title type='text'>I like it .48</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TFvKPGqlJcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4iPnrcYpVg/s1600/I+like+it+48+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TFvKPGqlJcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4iPnrcYpVg/s400/I+like+it+48+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502213730599249346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-552933760705531513?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/552933760705531513/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-it-48.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/552933760705531513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/552933760705531513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-it-48.html' title='I like it .48'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TFvKPGqlJcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4iPnrcYpVg/s72-c/I+like+it+48+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1582210030809420411</id><published>2010-08-05T10:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:51:31.701+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .192</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Impara l’arte e mettila da parte. E io l’ho messa da parte e ce l’ho pure tenuta per ben 22 anni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Temevo di averla persa quell’arte, e per tanto tempo mi sono comportata come se così fosse. Mi dicevo che il tempo passato non torna e ho vissuto in questa convinzione fino a quando riprendere l’arte non è diventata una necessità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma una mente, una volta che si è espansa, non potrà mai più tornare alla sua dimensione originale e l’arte è una delle forme di espansione più potenti. E infatti l’arte c’è.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il suo cercarla e il suo rincorrerla fino a ritrovare la sua fluidità nell’esecuzione è stato accompagnato da non poche tensioni. È stato un viaggio a ritroso, frugando fra i cassetti dimenticati dell’anima, rimuovendo cianfrusaglie inutili e respirando polvere acida. Ma l’ho ritrovata. E adesso la mano scorre libera sul foglio di carta che prende vita in forme e colori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Però non funziona esattamente come con gli oggetti che dove e come li hai messi e dove e come li ritrovi. L’arte è viva e interattiva. E come ti espande cambiando il tuo modo di pensare e di sentire, così a sua volta è mutevole e si adatta al tuo stesso essere del momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La mia mano adesso è più matura, sicura e consapevole. È una mano che ha compiuto quarant’anni. E la mia arte ne gode di tutto il suo fascino..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1582210030809420411?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1582210030809420411/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-192.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1582210030809420411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1582210030809420411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-192.html' title='Riflessioni .192'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-611691235341549452</id><published>2010-08-03T15:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:45:58.641+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .191</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sulla serietà delle persone ci sarebbe molto da dire, ma talvolta è preferibile tacere. Perché credo che pensare e tacere invece di esprimere giudizi sia forse la cosa più saggia in assoluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi hanno insegnato che se non si ha niente di sinceramente piacevole da dire è preferibile rimanere in silenzio perché non c’è niente di peggio delle critiche gratuite e non richieste. Se poi queste critiche si trasformano in vere e proprie sentenze la caduta di stile è davvero pesante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oggi ho ascoltato una lezione di serietà riguardo ad una persona non presente. La cosa più curiosa in mezzo al disgusto, è che la predica proveniva da chi si è presentato all’appuntamento di lavoro con due ore di ritardo (senza avvisare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-611691235341549452?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/611691235341549452/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-191.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/611691235341549452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/611691235341549452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/riflessioni-191.html' title='Riflessioni .191'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-3629928928981584741</id><published>2010-08-02T22:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:57:28.572+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maldive'/><title type='text'>Escape .37</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TFcxFJkd66I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iTfeh_Fugq8/s1600/Escape+37+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TFcxFJkd66I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iTfeh_Fugq8/s400/Escape+37+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500919434394332066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-3629928928981584741?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3629928928981584741/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3629928928981584741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/3629928928981584741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape-37.html' title='Escape .37'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TFcxFJkd66I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iTfeh_Fugq8/s72-c/Escape+37+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-8346260494952988444</id><published>2010-07-30T15:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:23:23.268+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .190</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La libertà del parlare e del dire le cose come stanno. Con diplomazia, ma senza pietismo e/o ipocrisia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A volte può far male, anche a chi parla, perché diventa necessario superare la paura dei sensi di colpa. Ma far soffrire per la sincerità è preferibile a far soffrire per una bella bugia. E poi le bugie a che servono? Solo ad alimentare equivoci e far trascinare all’infinito inutili situazioni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-8346260494952988444?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8346260494952988444/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-190.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8346260494952988444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/8346260494952988444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-190.html' title='Riflessioni .190'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1774331303159322220</id><published>2010-07-29T10:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:21:33.747+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24 aprile 1975'/><title type='text'>24 aprile 1975</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA PETTINATURA IDEALE IN UNA DONNA PER GLI ATTORI DI HOLLYWOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOHN WAYNE ha soltanto un ideale: ‘Mi piacciono i capelli corvini, lisci e lunghi. Tutte le mie tre mogli li avevano così’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAUL NEWMAN detesta i cambiamenti: ‘Mi piace una donna che conserva i suoi capelli allo stato originale. Mi irrita invece che una bruna diventi di colpo bionda, e viceversa’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOODY ALLEN fa pasticci con i capelli lunghi: ‘Se il soggetto vale la pena, per me va benissimo anche senza capelli. È il caso di stare a sottilizzare sulle cose? E poi i capelli lunghi, a me, chissà perché, finiscono sempre in bocca’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DUSTIN HOFFMAN vuole semplicità, anche finta: ‘Amo i capelli lunghi e lisci. Naturali o con delle piccole diavolerie dei parrucchieri che li fanno sembrare naturali, come se dal parrucchiere le donne non fossero andate affatto’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROBERT REDFORD è per il taglio a maschietto: ‘Sono un tipo che va controcorrente: forse sono l’unico al mondo che in una donna ama i capelli corti. Più corti sono, meglio è. Il taglio corto rende la donna più sicura di sé’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAVID NIVEN vuole una donna normale, anche dopo il parrucchiere: ‘Deve avere l’aria di non essere appena uscita dal parrucchiere. Ho reso l’idea?’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JACK NICHOLSON preferisce la varietà: ‘La mia donna ideale dovrebbe cambiare sempre pettinatura. Mi piacciono anche le parrucche, ma solo sulle donne giovani. Eppoi, la parrucca mi sembra un gran risparmio di tempo!’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1774331303159322220?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1774331303159322220/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/24-aprile-1975.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1774331303159322220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1774331303159322220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/24-aprile-1975.html' title='24 aprile 1975'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-5121077839545636577</id><published>2010-07-27T08:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:51:12.889+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .189</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ci sono le prime donne e ci sono anche i primi uomini. Io li definisco falsi dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quelli che si credono splendidi e si comportano di conseguenza, che pensano di essere invincibili e si sentono belli come bronzi di Riace. Ma che ancora non hanno capito che l’Olimpo esiste solo nella mitologia di migliaia di anni fa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-5121077839545636577?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5121077839545636577/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-189.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5121077839545636577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/5121077839545636577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-189.html' title='Riflessioni .189'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4142602836742431817</id><published>2010-07-26T10:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:31:29.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uruguay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playa Mansa'/><title type='text'>I like it .47</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TE1EeUxDMrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zALGfZh2dno/s1600/I+like+it+47+-+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TE1EeUxDMrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zALGfZh2dno/s400/I+like+it+47+-+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498126007850447538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4142602836742431817?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4142602836742431817/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-it-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4142602836742431817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4142602836742431817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-it-47.html' title='I like it .47'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yCcHtgUvIbQ/TE1EeUxDMrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zALGfZh2dno/s72-c/I+like+it+47+-+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-271702343330238870</id><published>2010-07-25T11:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:55:58.503+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .188</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alcune persone entrano nella nostra vita leggere, con un sorriso. Non un sorriso di cortesia, ma spontaneo e gratuito. Gratuita è anche la simpatia che lo accompagna e che, con il tempo, diventa quasi empatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sono le persone che ti ritrovi vicine, con lo stesso sorriso, quando tutti gli altri se ne vanno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-271702343330238870?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/271702343330238870/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-188.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/271702343330238870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/271702343330238870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-188.html' title='Riflessioni .188'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-858425938270904387</id><published>2010-07-23T12:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:40:21.088+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .187</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ci sono notizie che fanno l’effetto di una doccia gelata. Improvvisamente tutto sembra precipitare e la realtà, quella che si credeva fosse la reltà, diventa un illusorio castello in aria. I sogni si frantumano come cristallo e lacrime, come pioggia, solcano il viso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ma cos’è la realtà? Solo un modo di interpretare le circostanze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Niente è perduto finché non perdiamo noi stessi. E un sogno si dissolve solo quando smettiamo di crederci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Basta poco e le lacrime si trasformano in commozione, pura. La tempesta diventa una leggera pioggia primaverile. Rigenerante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-858425938270904387?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/858425938270904387/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-187.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/858425938270904387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/858425938270904387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-187.html' title='Riflessioni .187'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-1087116867576327542</id><published>2010-07-21T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:18:55.105+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .186</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Studiare la storia della moda è talvolta come studiare la storia mondiale attraverso gli eventi mondani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ammirando il fascino delle dive del tempo scoprire che quei primi anni Trenta erano alla fine molto più difficili di quelli attuali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Le crisi economiche e le grandi depressioni conseguenti sono sempre avvenute, ma la voglia di rinascita non si è mai arrestata e mai si arresterà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-1087116867576327542?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1087116867576327542/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-186.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1087116867576327542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/1087116867576327542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-186.html' title='Riflessioni .186'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-7220015376498191689</id><published>2010-07-19T12:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:09:27.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il flirt ha i minuti contati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flair'/><title type='text'>Il flirt ha i minuti contati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L’intesa tra colleghi nasce durante il break. La ‘legge di Cupido’ funziona così.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘Oggi ci sono tre grandi opportunità per conoscere nuove persone: internet, le vacanze, in cui includo le gite domenicali, e il lavoro, la pausa pranzo in particolare’. Loick Roche è direttore associato del dipartimento di Pedagogia e ricerca nella École de management di Grenoble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nel suo ultimo saggio Cupido al lavoro (Castelvecchi), affronta le relazioni affettive e sessuali nelle aziende e negli altri luoghi professionali. Statistiche alla mano l’esperto di scienze gestionali, che vanta nel curriculum anche due dottorati in Filosofia e in Psicologia, arriva persino a formulare la ‘Legge di Cupido’: ‘Ogni uomo e donna, in funzione dell’anzianità lavorativa e del numero di persone che fanno parte del loro ambiente professionale, daranno vita a un numero preciso di relazioni intime sul luogo di lavoro’. E, naturalmente, la percentuale maggiore di queste storie nasce nel break di mezzogiorno. ‘Perché si tratta di un momento a mezz’aria’, chiarisce Roche. ‘Siamo sospesi tra lo stress dell’ufficio e il mondo esterno. Abbiamo voglia di tornare alla ‘vita’, allora siamo pronti al dialogo, alla battuta, alla complicità.. E alla seduzione. In questo caso il lavoro diventa una semplice scusa per stabilire un contatto umano e costruire dell’altro’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il flirt da pausa pranzo, poi, ha un vantaggio e un difetto: ‘È un rapporto a tempo con dei limiti netti – un’ora al massimo -, un ottimo antidoto contro la noia. Ma la controindicazione è che se si esaurisce l’interesse, è complicato evitare l’altra persona’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A. S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-7220015376498191689?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7220015376498191689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-flirt-ha-i-minuti-contati.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7220015376498191689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/7220015376498191689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-flirt-ha-i-minuti-contati.html' title='Il flirt ha i minuti contati'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445508722046150354.post-4796327902230212239</id><published>2010-07-18T11:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:10:39.278+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><title type='text'>Riflessioni .185</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando la passione brucia è difficile mantenere la lucidità. Qualsiasi tipo di passione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando la passione brucia nella mente c’è un unico pensiero che diviene quasi un’ossessione. Tutto il resto scompare, perde importanza lentamente e si dissolve. Solo la passione resta. La passione che consuma e che contemporaneamente dà energia, che colora i giorni e diventa scopo di vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perché solo chi vive di passioni vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445508722046150354-4796327902230212239?l=percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4796327902230212239/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-185.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4796327902230212239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445508722046150354/posts/default/4796327902230212239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://percorsiavolteurbani.blogspot.com/2010/07/riflessioni-185.html' title='Riflessioni .185'/><author><name>Elena T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05481537735695800537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7-TWRGtem0/TkwrKJUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0nDPHN-JpJg/s220/avatar%2BRoma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
