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clicca sul titolo del post per continuare a leggere&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~4/les7RC4VqmA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ilmondodigaz.blogspot.com/2012/11/cinque-cents.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809188983707381325.post-3562503037506800602</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2012 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-25T23:30:11.495+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">distanze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ricerca</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">percorsi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">laguna</category><title>Venezia</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~3/QfoPz6TNSSc/venezia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaz)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>Non si può spiegare o insegnare ad amare Venezia, non sarebbe onesto.


Venezia è difficile, è problematica, è fragile.

Venezia è caos di turisti, è folla molesta.

Venezia è vecchia, cadente, puzzolente, afosa e umida.


Questa è Venezia di chi passa veloce,&amp;nbsp;

segue le indicazioni e si ferma...&lt;br/&gt;
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La bufera non aveva concesso scampo o riparo.

Aspettare, seppur fradicia, era l'unica cosa che potevo fare

... e non ho aspettato invano!



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e che raramente mostra in superficie le sue ragioni,

e invece il suo vero percorso avviene in profondità,

come un fiume carsico.



Antonio Tabucchi



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Porto la testimonianza più piena, e ogni altra cosa, sul volto,

Con il silenzio delle mie labbra confondo i più incalliti dubbiosi.

Penso che per lungo tempo non farò che ascoltare,

Per far crescere dentro di me quel che ascolto,

per lasciare...&lt;br/&gt;
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clicca sul titolo del post per continuare a leggere&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~4/XjwV9sznFSg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ilmondodigaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/consapevolezza.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809188983707381325.post-3481023444518761743</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T00:19:00.129+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">battaglie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speranze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">segni</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">viaggio</category><title>4 SI'  "per quelli che passeranno"</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~3/yzeN8vW6tYA/4-si-per-quelli-che-passeranno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3r1gyOPdeg/Te_nuurEATI/AAAAAAAAHlM/gY5u88aikJE/s72-c/referendum1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mestre, Venezia, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.4958374 12.244106800000054</georss:point><georss:box>45.4591099 12.187011300000053 45.5325649 12.301202300000055</georss:box><description>Dicono che il tempo cambi le cose,

ma in realtà le puoi cambiare solamente tu.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

(Andy Warhol)







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clicca sul titolo del post per continuare a leggere&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~4/yzeN8vW6tYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ilmondodigaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-si-per-quelli-che-passeranno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809188983707381325.post-8708763163146941053</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-31T17:24:09.960+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">colori</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speranze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stagioni</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">corolle</category><title>arancione</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~3/GkaAMyQ4Q-0/arancione.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vX7vsHCFDQ/TeUBhnvz47I/AAAAAAAAHkI/krnP72zqsUc/s72-c/DSC_0004-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><description>Vi presento il mio melograno.

Quest'anno è un'esplosione di fiori, arancioni!!!





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la frontiera. Chi dice

frontiera dice fasciatura.

Cancellate la frontiera,

levate il doganiere

togliete il soldato, in altre

parole siate liberi.

La pace seguirà.”





Victor Hugo

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clicca sul titolo del post per continuare a leggere&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~4/6tO98Ehgruo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ilmondodigaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/al-mare.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809188983707381325.post-8677535142358957499</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-10T23:20:22.282+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">incontri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">viaggio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">piano</category><title>in ritardo</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~3/GuvOXqr9EO0/in-ritardo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaz)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>mattina in ritardo, parto di fretta

prima incrocio un anziano che cammina lentissimoe io dietropoi incrocio un bambino in bicicletta che piangemamma aspettami e lei con un altro piccolino gli dice muoviti

gli sto dietrocerco di proteggerloe allora la fretta dov'è?mi chiedonon c'è piùil tempo come...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sorrisi, smorfie e suonial cuore arrivavano i tuoimessaggi preziosi.
I colori, le musiche e i balliogni giorno una festa dedicata a te,piccola, che crescevi.
Se ben ricordo, lontano mi sembravaquesto giorno, nemmeno ci...&lt;br/&gt;
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E' quell'attesa che somiglia a tante altre attese.

...ed ora piove bene.

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Così come non credo che si viaggi per tornare.
L’uomo non può tornare mai allo stesso punto da cui è partito, perchè, nel frattempo, lui stesso è cambiato.
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Aiuto. Amici, aiutatemi a risolvere questo mistero.Ero ai giardinetti di Bordighera in un pomeriggio caldo e afoso di questa estate, ero seduto su una panchina sotto un bellissimo e gigantesco albero di magnolie, aspettavo dei miei amici del Club...&lt;br/&gt;
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Ad alcuni –
cioè non a tutti.
E neppure alla maggioranza, ma alla minoranza.
Senza contare le scuole, dove è un obbligo,
e i poeti stessi, ce ne saranno forse due su mille.
Piace –
ma piace anche la pasta in brodo,
piacciono i complimenti e il colore azzurro,
piace una...&lt;br/&gt;
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Un'insana pigrizia mi impedisce di leggere, commentare, scrivere e anche parlare.Un pò di silenzio non guasta, ma a volte rimbomba così forte da essere assordante.Sarà che l'estate, a dispetto della moda, mi incupisce, sarà che il caldo mi toglie energie, ma...&lt;br/&gt;
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Al Toso, con affetto
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Mi piace ancora di più, ora.

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clicca sul titolo del post per continuare a leggere&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~4/hV_PzSeeuFQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ilmondodigaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/ancora-viaggio.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809188983707381325.post-7465205485426802053</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-12T18:38:10.904+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">auguri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">incontri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">viaggio</category><title>aria</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlMondoDiGaz/~3/RCIM2i2t5hk/aria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQllBzj8uDs/TBO2o8JsYnI/AAAAAAAAGfM/X3dXKDGsfcM/s72-c/ad+asciugare.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><description>una specie di compleannoun periodo strano
tre anni, che sono?le parole che scrittesegnano il tempo,che lasciano traccia
foto, immagini, disegnipoesie, pezzi di giornatae anche pane e fiori
un periodo nuovouna stanza esplorata
un grazie agli incontri,all'aria che asciuga 
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