tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44149732832103704672024-03-18T10:48:54.276+01:00zone d'ombraun posto per capire<br>un posto per pensare<br> un posto per sostare quell'attimoGujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.comBlogger5319125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-47898625338671092862024-03-18T07:03:00.010+01:002024-03-18T07:11:29.428+01:00Catullo a Sirmione<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VTia3ZqXUwPrSGJ5ib9Z6_mi22p06JdzErFo0wjMeAKVJ7q-uTw6l7OmbX63XMSjC5YIx_tlOWDB_GouXS4ZbvzkTQ8jVZjw39YK3foqVK1oiYZwfM0CiTnQaTbs45x3TPKidZqMCJm8Wq4TexYH0fig-d2U1Tk0c6Y5hYXO2zN2SGm4BESCP5nezD2F/s1800/orte_sirmione_adobestock_172482241-1399648600.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1800" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VTia3ZqXUwPrSGJ5ib9Z6_mi22p06JdzErFo0wjMeAKVJ7q-uTw6l7OmbX63XMSjC5YIx_tlOWDB_GouXS4ZbvzkTQ8jVZjw39YK3foqVK1oiYZwfM0CiTnQaTbs45x3TPKidZqMCJm8Wq4TexYH0fig-d2U1Tk0c6Y5hYXO2zN2SGm4BESCP5nezD2F/w492-h327/orte_sirmione_adobestock_172482241-1399648600.jpg" width="492" /></a><b style="color: #01ffff;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">31</span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Che allegria piena, distesa, Sirmione,<br />rivederti piú bella di tutte le isole e penisole<br />che Nettuno solleva sulle acque diverse<br />dei laghi trasparenti o del mare immenso.<br />Quasi non credo d'essere lontano dalla Tinia,<br />dalle terre bitinie e guardarti sereno.<br />Vi è felicità piú grande che scordare gli affanni,<br />quando, stremati da viaggi in terra straniera,<br />la mente si libera del proprio peso e a casa<br />si torna per riposare nel letto sospirato?<br />Di tutte le fatiche questo è l'unico premio.<br />Sirmione, bellissima mia, rallegrati<br />e rallegratevi anche voi onde lidie del lago:<br />risuonino nella casa solo grida di gioia.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Publio Valerio Catullo</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span> </span></span></b></i></span></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Nei luoghi amati risuonano</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>ricordi amorevoli e cari;</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>le placide acque, le rive,</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>i monti e sorrisi lontani...<br /></span></span></b></i><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span></span></span></b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhUBADQXklW6pqY6PjL1fsQNim5N7xkULHvKPSW1ABCfpCHy8CPUsHVq_gFhriPb9y-gsOfAL8i84_z0gkAvXceTJ6PXfcKCO4uyBrA5Yh6-39q_IcQAf_s6mrJBrXaURabVrZnRVtiEeKMhZqDpI3ttd_nu2XOu5j5Et_igS44TxaAfsCU7BsV9NyDE/s1500/sirmione-IMG_3219-2593914807.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="938" data-original-width="1500" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhUBADQXklW6pqY6PjL1fsQNim5N7xkULHvKPSW1ABCfpCHy8CPUsHVq_gFhriPb9y-gsOfAL8i84_z0gkAvXceTJ6PXfcKCO4uyBrA5Yh6-39q_IcQAf_s6mrJBrXaURabVrZnRVtiEeKMhZqDpI3ttd_nu2XOu5j5Et_igS44TxaAfsCU7BsV9NyDE/w512-h330/sirmione-IMG_3219-2593914807.jpg" width="512" /></a></span></span></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">Il <b><span class="spanSlot spanVirg spanVirOp1"></span><i>“Carme XXXI”</i></b><span class="spanSlot spanVirg spanVirCl1"></span> di Gaio Valerio <i><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Catullo</span></b></i> è <span class="spanSlot spanDot"></span> un componimento, contenuto nel <i><span class="spanSlot spanVirg spanVirOp1"></span><b><span style="color: #fcff01;">“Liber catulliano<span class="spanSlot spanVirg spanVirOp1"></span>“</span></b></i>, che il poeta latino scrisse in saluto a <i><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">Sirmione</span></b></i>, la sua città natale tanto amata. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il ritorno del poeta <b><i><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Catullo</span></i></b> in patria, dopo la deludente esperienza
della guerra in <b><i>Bitinia</i></b>, viene da lui celebrato con questo carme. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> La felicità del rientro a casa porta <b><i><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Catullo</span></i></b> a descrivere i suoi luoghi del cuore in maniera quasi mistica. Simbolo della patria, e quindi della serenità, ritrovata dopo tante
peripezie, <i><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">Sirmione</span></b></i> ci viene presentata come un luogo d’incanto insieme
al suo lago. <i><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Il luogo è così caro al </span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">poeta</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> che quasi si aspetta un saluto personale per il suo ritorno. </span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="spanSlot spanDot skipped"></span> Questa poesia
ci presenta un <i><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Catullo </span></b></i>nostalgico, sofferente, ma che può finalmente
godere di un po’ di pace guardando il magnifico panorama di casa sua.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(dalla rete)</i></span></span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-33947858278300336352024-03-17T08:11:00.011+01:002024-03-17T08:17:36.120+01:00Certosa<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgQNacLjt_NK8zIOcHIFJt8pgg61RjDVFNt5kKWNDE8BVdeXCM8VN9AMYecqC55wKNyulbmuL19vYDs_8b2weiCW4WugDZLCarxtknlybDtfN-o2Pg4e5Dd3Qm4Zy3BYvCOMgMvhuZNarza63Y8TBgS0vFYfM45o40wGNS4_r2h0crv4Xjf04l15E4UA/s1200/p-20180708-171329-largejpg-3946018483.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgQNacLjt_NK8zIOcHIFJt8pgg61RjDVFNt5kKWNDE8BVdeXCM8VN9AMYecqC55wKNyulbmuL19vYDs_8b2weiCW4WugDZLCarxtknlybDtfN-o2Pg4e5Dd3Qm4Zy3BYvCOMgMvhuZNarza63Y8TBgS0vFYfM45o40wGNS4_r2h0crv4Xjf04l15E4UA/w400-h400/p-20180708-171329-largejpg-3946018483.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Certosa</span></i></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Una <b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>certosa</i></span></b> è un monastero di <i><b>monaci certosini</b></i>, di norma situato in zone solitarie.
Il nome deriva dalla <b><i>Grande Certosa (Grande Chartreuse)</i></b>, monastero principale dell'<i><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Ordine certosino</span></b></i>, che si trova sul massiccio della Chartreuse sulle Alpi francesi a nord della città di Grenoble in Val-d'Isère. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In origine la costruzione venne data da Sant'Ugo di Grenoble a San Bruno nel 1084. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In questo monastero <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">San Bruno</span></i></b> costituì l'ordine monastico.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(da wikipedia)</i></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Presso una certosa</span></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Da quel verde, mestamente pertinace tra le foglie<br />Gialle e rosse de l’acacia, senza vento una si toglie:<br />E con fremito leggero<br />Par che passi un’anima.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Velo argenteo par la nebbia su ’l ruscello che gorgoglia,<br />Tra la nebbia ne ’l ruscello cade a perdersi la foglia.<br />Che sospira il cimitero,<br />Da’ cipressi, fievole?</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Improvviso rompe il sole sopra l’umido mattino,<br />Navigando tra le bianche nubi l’aere azzurrino:<br />Si rallegra il bosco austero<br />Già de ’l verno prèsago.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iltLHBMKVWaJb0yfmVMjSs8GmYrdkyLVZeeCptFxYfmkOHpQB96Agu1gpehm-Yoj3Oci3Ai0t7qytUt4qhzlSLosaQbuGUWA8Ca9m8gn7_yN0RyVlnDwsmGt0o8JNvihruA_wCjnE81pQ3v1oQAQTF_kHsieKcj96GZ91Dxfg7Gs1fmK33PyD8F3vNI/s960/Certosa-San-Martino-733755132.jpg" style="clear: right; color: #c27ba0; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="960" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iltLHBMKVWaJb0yfmVMjSs8GmYrdkyLVZeeCptFxYfmkOHpQB96Agu1gpehm-Yoj3Oci3Ai0t7qytUt4qhzlSLosaQbuGUWA8Ca9m8gn7_yN0RyVlnDwsmGt0o8JNvihruA_wCjnE81pQ3v1oQAQTF_kHsieKcj96GZ91Dxfg7Gs1fmK33PyD8F3vNI/w400-h354/Certosa-San-Martino-733755132.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">A me, prima che l’inverno stringa pur l’anima mia</span></b></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il tuo riso, o sacra luce, o divina poesia!</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il tuo canto, o padre Omero,</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pria che l’ombra avvolgami!</span></b></span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Giosuè Carducci</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>In un sensazionale attimo di voce</span></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>risento i canti degli amici andati;</span></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>un eremo di silenzi e preghiera</span></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>al cuore come scelta possibile...</span></span></b></i></span><span class="expandableItem"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="expandableItem"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;">L'<i><b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: medium;">Ordine certosino</span></b></i> è universalmente riconosciuto come uno dei più rigorosi ordini monastici della <b><i>Chiesa cattolica</i></b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;">L'istituto
è stato fondato da <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">san Bruno</span></i></b> nel 1084 nell'Isère, <i><b>Francia</b></i>, con la
creazione del primo monastero, la <i><b>Grande Chartreuse</b></i>. </span><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;">Il motto dell'ordine è <i><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Stat Cruz dum volvitur orbis</span></b></i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(da wikipedia) </i></span> <br /></div><div class="simple-translate-system-theme" id="simple-translate"><div><div class="simple-translate-button isShow" style="background-image: url("moz-extension://d5c46d16-0806-4f73-9dc0-7ad96d346c3c/icons/512.png"); height: 22px; left: 293px; top: 471px; width: 22px;"></div><div class="simple-translate-panel " style="font-size: 13px; height: 200px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 300px;"><div class="simple-translate-result-wrapper" style="overflow: hidden;"><div class="simple-translate-move" draggable="true"></div><div class="simple-translate-result-contents"><p class="simple-translate-result" dir="auto"></p><p class="simple-translate-candidate" dir="auto"></p></div></div></div></div></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-49603839817170993742024-03-16T07:43:00.009+01:002024-03-17T08:13:17.754+01:00Basta un detto...<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGn9YIxmp99RKhIMFI2PKos4gq9Sd-QCYGZCaEZrlsOczNjQaaz1WXeEwqzP-Wz0ecAcAJc2uC3FKilQmDm1ma2TDe4mBUCcLXNwGLQ_t1PPfKB3QeGjeWMzJKEgyM8A2RADTQeCHWgxgd9V8HHm4KQoy_p2LidQ0G5aS9SAJF-Zt4DHLgRk8AeMTnt8/s450/49da90517c39424aa9eadecd8b60a16c-352996094.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="450" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGn9YIxmp99RKhIMFI2PKos4gq9Sd-QCYGZCaEZrlsOczNjQaaz1WXeEwqzP-Wz0ecAcAJc2uC3FKilQmDm1ma2TDe4mBUCcLXNwGLQ_t1PPfKB3QeGjeWMzJKEgyM8A2RADTQeCHWgxgd9V8HHm4KQoy_p2LidQ0G5aS9SAJF-Zt4DHLgRk8AeMTnt8/w400-h253/49da90517c39424aa9eadecd8b60a16c-352996094.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><b style="color: #01ffff;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Detto antico</span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Per la mente mi va quel detto antico,<br />Che a me par dolce e a’ miei colleghi amaro:<br />Quello (non so se ben io lo ridico):<br />Muor giovane colui che ai numi è caro.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Detto pien di gajezza e di speranza!<br />E più sensato com’io più lo spremo!<br />Detto d’amore!... Ahimè, che ai numi io temo<br />Di non essere ormai caro abbastanza.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Arturo Graf</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm11p1ylF8yM1VQCvhrD2ValnEdjkeh0nlagVEjav14GfxXhIRABgGmRqxVWnXNvxznIIJEkjpcO1PzH7wRnPLCRBwDhyphenhyphenoU5qV-2YXw32wBIxPEpvWUP2VJXgBqPu9QIg3WUsm6Re4YIu6slH3XiFmwULBME4lzae-B7KabUnD1Zprk5I1fEdY2NfaR_Y/s1063/3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1063" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm11p1ylF8yM1VQCvhrD2ValnEdjkeh0nlagVEjav14GfxXhIRABgGmRqxVWnXNvxznIIJEkjpcO1PzH7wRnPLCRBwDhyphenhyphenoU5qV-2YXw32wBIxPEpvWUP2VJXgBqPu9QIg3WUsm6Re4YIu6slH3XiFmwULBME4lzae-B7KabUnD1Zprk5I1fEdY2NfaR_Y/w400-h238/3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span>Basta <i><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b>un</b> <b>detto</b></span></i>,<br /> a volte,</span></span><br /><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span>per trasmettere un messaggio a qualcuno </span></span><br /><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span>senza voler essere troppo espliciti.</span></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Scolpito nella mente, nel cuore</span></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>io sono rugiada nella mano;</span></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>la mente ripensa, vede, tocca</span></span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>l'anima perduta ancora vaga...</span></span></b></i></span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-1302544136661846262024-03-15T07:10:00.014+01:002024-03-15T07:16:40.152+01:00Attese<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpsMDFapXU5boeeUqOJBYPbBK7-Fly5E-ayTrrOK77kqsOL_qTGazL6BjWgbqX5c9iBVvzXdbYDn_JBQJIidb8-wkE6HhaIxxeOa48P23wZsyio5pKL52-YpymfS8oYpUlgl3fsZSyCsaZBRl95RWlrx2LjrfHsQbQ9RiObHcNdnJ7y04C-SpvniYFA86/s1192/attesa-5c6d00e4-1937-4a8b-a516-dd0afcfdc7d3-2990605504.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1192" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpsMDFapXU5boeeUqOJBYPbBK7-Fly5E-ayTrrOK77kqsOL_qTGazL6BjWgbqX5c9iBVvzXdbYDn_JBQJIidb8-wkE6HhaIxxeOa48P23wZsyio5pKL52-YpymfS8oYpUlgl3fsZSyCsaZBRl95RWlrx2LjrfHsQbQ9RiObHcNdnJ7y04C-SpvniYFA86/w440-h399/attesa-5c6d00e4-1937-4a8b-a516-dd0afcfdc7d3-2990605504.jpg" width="440" /></a><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span><span>Attese</span></span></b></span></span></span></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ho scritto le attese almeno</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">un milione di volte sui fogli,</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">ho giocato le ore, i momenti</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">come fossero cose distanti.</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nel fillo concreto del dubbio,</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">nell'immenso sostenere certezze</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">ripongo ora sguardo impreciso</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">ed aspetto che il sonno lenisca. </span></span></b></i><span><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span><span style="font-size: large;">Anonimo</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>del XX° Secolo</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Poesie ritrovate</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Attesa</i></b> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">è il tempo o lo stato d'animo di chi aspetta un evento</span>, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #e06666;">o è la cosa che si aspetta</span></span></span></span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">(TRECCANI)</span></span></span> </div></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-17180722693868489712024-03-14T07:01:00.010+01:002024-03-14T07:08:25.468+01:00Mistero<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd5WPwvK_vSk5w8BrwpH9u4i8UtQpYCgEXYFO9m0HOle-G_n0YoDIT9bcAz0NRVqqEW-MIRhYRu1S1D16nH_Z9pcABYt2cqJDg-jBGap4ji-O1Ww2gL8tyQ48RjdNIhnfWD-XLkxzC20kvWk1CXbWTClpOl6OFoMTxerv38kcdJD-79eEW59jUoKM5Us/s531/farfalla,-gocce-di-rugiada-238833-3194214974.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="382" height="677" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd5WPwvK_vSk5w8BrwpH9u4i8UtQpYCgEXYFO9m0HOle-G_n0YoDIT9bcAz0NRVqqEW-MIRhYRu1S1D16nH_Z9pcABYt2cqJDg-jBGap4ji-O1Ww2gL8tyQ48RjdNIhnfWD-XLkxzC20kvWk1CXbWTClpOl6OFoMTxerv38kcdJD-79eEW59jUoKM5Us/w487-h677/farfalla,-gocce-di-rugiada-238833-3194214974.jpg" width="487" /></a></div>Mistero</span></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">O farfallina nata con l'aurora,<br />o destinata a sparire fra un'ora<br />come i fiori, che vivon cosi brevemente<br />che si può dire<br />si schiudono soltanto per morire ;<br />grano di stella, palpito di luce ;<br />ti crea l'uragano che travolge e romba,<br />o una goccia di pioggia ti produce?<br />Tu, forse, sai perchè sì nasce, si ama e muore,<br />tu che hai la culla, il letto e la tua tomba<br />nel profumato calice d'un fiore.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Corrado Govoni</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mistero</b> </span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Il <b><i>mistero</i></b> è un fatto, un aspetto o un fenomeno che non si può spiegar chiaramente
o che non si può penetrare, o che è tenuto nascosto o esoterico.<br /> Il
termine deriva dal verbo<b><i> <span style="color: #ffa400;">mýein 'chiudere</span></i></b><span style="color: #ffa400;">'</span>, che indica anche il <i><b>culto
esoterico</b></i> sia nell'<b><i>antica Grecia</i></b> che nell'<b><i>antica Roma</i></b>. </span></span></span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><b><br /><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mistero</span></i></b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i> </i>è un termine che indica una realtà o verità nascosta, sacra o inspiegabile, o anche un atteggiamento di segretezza o enigma.</span></span></span><br /><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <i>(dalla rete)</i></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Poeticamente assurdo mi pena</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">nel cor un afflato di mistero;</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">sentirsi quando il tempo incalza</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">rincorrendo un passato lontano...</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrNGJO3TwVY8RpHHQgvECZwtkBTnIlSRVJ0j4dR3GoCLBAsRskTSxS6obqZR1cVmOgviCa_jW37IalLnStP0EXT0TvIUYtyTr_sAAKka6TF9Q7m_r0t8hDQX5cZGzthW8ndK58kOR5_G_JrboIYqR-vgN0RhnpJ3N3P3eyr9-AWy2MEGS3lPUihetOEez/s2400/2945525_l-3818353992.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="2400" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrNGJO3TwVY8RpHHQgvECZwtkBTnIlSRVJ0j4dR3GoCLBAsRskTSxS6obqZR1cVmOgviCa_jW37IalLnStP0EXT0TvIUYtyTr_sAAKka6TF9Q7m_r0t8hDQX5cZGzthW8ndK58kOR5_G_JrboIYqR-vgN0RhnpJ3N3P3eyr9-AWy2MEGS3lPUihetOEez/w857-h482/2945525_l-3818353992.jpg" width="857" /></a></div></span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-80462390156872313482024-03-13T07:00:00.009+01:002024-03-13T07:05:30.056+01:00un filo di...<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomr33PYqobSrQsv2uMa2er6oOqybn9xxxM96gO-huqHlTk-AXAFn7JavK2TDHUZ15vgnuxZX5Quvn6s2XNisi1-De9sltsV4a2iOzQoSxCA5J9ZpJA48c81fW_pci7DnQV_qRoql6qWCCAdx0l2Bgv4NRwSWFB54bZiKgXQoToyZD1h4PCNqXjZg7No4h/s660/113033561-bd713c8d-ddee-4ae9-9b08-5901e80082fb-199532349.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="459" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomr33PYqobSrQsv2uMa2er6oOqybn9xxxM96gO-huqHlTk-AXAFn7JavK2TDHUZ15vgnuxZX5Quvn6s2XNisi1-De9sltsV4a2iOzQoSxCA5J9ZpJA48c81fW_pci7DnQV_qRoql6qWCCAdx0l2Bgv4NRwSWFB54bZiKgXQoToyZD1h4PCNqXjZg7No4h/w425-h610/113033561-bd713c8d-ddee-4ae9-9b08-5901e80082fb-199532349.jpg" width="425" /></a><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il filo</span></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ma questo filo... tutto questo filo!...<br />In pensieri non dolci e non amari<br />il Vecchio stava chino sulli alari<br />con le molle, così, come uno stilo.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">«Scrivi? Bruci? Miei versi? I sillabari?<br />Il nome dell'Amata e dell'Asilo!»<br />(nel Vecchio riconobbi il mio profilo)<br />«Lettere? Buste? Annunzi funerari?</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Un nome, un nome! Quello della Mamma!»<br />E caddi singhiozzando sulli alari.<br />Il Vecchio tacque. M'additò la fiamma.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">«Da trent'anni?! Perdute le più tenere<br />mani! Ma resta il sogno! I sogni cari...»<br />Il Vecchio tacque. M'additò la cenere. </span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Guido Gozzano</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: verdana;">Tra i suoi innumerevoli significati la parola</span><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> filo</span></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: verdana;">può anche riferirsi e caratterizzare qualcosa di piccolo, di tenue, di residuo </span></b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: verdana;">(<span class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">non c’è neppure un filo d’ombra</span>; si vede un filo di fumo; <span class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">parlare con un filo di voce</span>; <span class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">non ha un filo di buon senso</span>; <span class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">un filo di vento</span>, d'aria, di speranza, di luce, di gioia)</span><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: verdana;">.</span></b></i></p><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nel ricordo i sogni appaiono</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">forti di tinte sicure e i toni</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">inclinano i pensieri remoti;</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">animali d'affetto, lo ridico...</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-87372151849921489522024-03-11T06:46:00.014+01:002024-03-11T06:55:09.339+01:00Epigramma e riflesso<p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5Ausrdv15xHEHNhod_htDzGnpYewTEoWd5AmeNn_a1CNals4goyxyv4hTv1snsouobHHqOVpwk6lBZrZbZacLKmS5I2DqGFHWyVuuAV9JXF40e2E2FxcDwEL5HXBe3Afvtr8M9FmrKUI_vwEXQXHt8gmED7YmoYPPmPBDfis9EGi5tYYvIGJ1GyL0S4/s2118/8ixKKAE8T-708911321.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2118" data-original-width="2118" height="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5Ausrdv15xHEHNhod_htDzGnpYewTEoWd5AmeNn_a1CNals4goyxyv4hTv1snsouobHHqOVpwk6lBZrZbZacLKmS5I2DqGFHWyVuuAV9JXF40e2E2FxcDwEL5HXBe3Afvtr8M9FmrKUI_vwEXQXHt8gmED7YmoYPPmPBDfis9EGi5tYYvIGJ1GyL0S4/w483-h483/8ixKKAE8T-708911321.png" width="483" /></a><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La donna che preferisco (57)</span></span></b></span></b></div></span></span></b></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tu mi domandi, o Flacco,<br />quale tipo di donna<br />vorrei per me e quale non vorrei?<br />Non troppo compiacente la vorrei<br />e non troppo scontrosa.<br />Le qualità intermedie preferisco:<br />che non mi stia lì a tormentare<br />e non mi sazi subito di sè</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marziale</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;">L'<b><i><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">epigramma</span></i></b> è un'iscrizione poetica encomiastica o dedicatoria o, più spesso, <b><i>funeraria</i></b>. </span><span class="expandableItem" style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Più
comunemente viene inteso come <b><i><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">epigramma </span></i></b>un componimento poetico di
vario carattere che si contraddistingue per la sua<b><i> brevità</i></b> e <i><b>icasticità</b></i> <i>(da wikipedia)</i>.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">In un mercanteggiare assurdo</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">uomini compravano donne;</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">ancora oggi avviene e nel cuore</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">il deserto dilaga e sovrasta...</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-83417564095886510552024-03-10T06:58:00.003+01:002024-03-10T07:02:08.498+01:00Poesia, riflesso, Firenze<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8K_hhu-wUrt5TS0pYQkffxgb0caJcSm5J1V6-ALw29Q7YPU4IaJik2OWMSQ2bGrXj2NfB871QPh6ZKuV7XIO-ATB1ZI0XuTUR53LGMivM9fXE18QGKuLOWPDrKbkC7TdIBUwgrjSExQnmNV6XngeHNMnuJukKqELw55WcBD6XyQV64m_jqa-kzElbgs/s800/strada-trasversale-al-centro-storico-di-firenze-toscana-italia-118405223-4047119644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8K_hhu-wUrt5TS0pYQkffxgb0caJcSm5J1V6-ALw29Q7YPU4IaJik2OWMSQ2bGrXj2NfB871QPh6ZKuV7XIO-ATB1ZI0XuTUR53LGMivM9fXE18QGKuLOWPDrKbkC7TdIBUwgrjSExQnmNV6XngeHNMnuJukKqELw55WcBD6XyQV64m_jqa-kzElbgs/w507-h336/strada-trasversale-al-centro-storico-di-firenze-toscana-italia-118405223-4047119644.jpg" width="507" /></a></div>Tre giovani fiorentine camminano</b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Ondulava sul passo verginale<br />Ondulava la chioma musicale<br />Nello splendore del tiepido sole<br />Eran tre vergini e una grazia sola<br />Ondulava sul passo verginale<br />Crespa e nera la chioma musicale<br />Eran tre vergini e una grazia sola<br />E sei piedini in marcia militare.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Dino Campana</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nei passi schivi, frettolosi e lievi</span></b></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">incombe peso l'ostacolo del cuore;</span></b></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">volti artefatti dal sogno inclinano</span></b></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">versi, poeta strappato al reale...</span></b></i></span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Scoprire <b><i><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Firenze</span></i></b> a piedi, <i>(la
maggior parte del centro storico, infatti, è chiuso al trafficoveicolare)</i>, garantisce un'andatura grazie alla quale si riescono a notarea notare vari tesori nascosti. Io personalmente preferisco <b><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">"camminare" </span></i></b>una città.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amo conoscere una città e <b>visitarne i luoghi più interessanti <i><span style="color: #ffa400;">camminando</span></i> da un posto all'altro</b>, concedendomi
brevi deviazioni all'interno di stradine intriganti che catturano
immediatamente l'atttenzione.</span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-70737511451325433402024-03-09T07:37:00.018+01:002024-03-09T07:45:30.030+01:00Creta<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1VK_o4cqAZoXSlJ12t9EzD-yGGeIM3UjmhD04PHlONXmb-SLO3hXlfsnVLgFmnNkVy53icITaP2nfcBwGiUCIbetpYda0Ixom18IF_bYYEMdBPhGw2jjvVZ4lWtWFETdZr1K-6VMredtU2e66vsWi55MQGmpdTrfy7nenk8R6lF-Vtcz7yhwsIvmSE8m/s650/lavorare-la-creta-2-686425556.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="650" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1VK_o4cqAZoXSlJ12t9EzD-yGGeIM3UjmhD04PHlONXmb-SLO3hXlfsnVLgFmnNkVy53icITaP2nfcBwGiUCIbetpYda0Ixom18IF_bYYEMdBPhGw2jjvVZ4lWtWFETdZr1K-6VMredtU2e66vsWi55MQGmpdTrfy7nenk8R6lF-Vtcz7yhwsIvmSE8m/w431-h376/lavorare-la-creta-2-686425556.jpg" width="431" /></a><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Creta indocile</span></span></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mi foggiò la natura in una creta<br />indocile, e la vita non mi vide<br />materia inerte fra sue mani infide,<br />del suo pollice al solco mansueta.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Perchè la vita sembra un fine esteta<br />cui una strana fantasia sorride:<br />ora l'opera plasma, liscia, incide;<br />contr'essa or s'accanisce, ed or s'acqueta.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Buona sorte ha per sè chi, ammasso informe,<br />a' suoi bizzarri spiriti s'adatta,<br />sopporta oppresso ed obliato dorme.,</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Folle chi i nervi a più sentire affina,<br />vigila, freme, ad ogni colpo scatta<br />ed inerme a difendersi s'ostina.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amalia Guglielminetti</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAgbBxm0xKalLz8Xf2Rx3FpO4XY5sH5Nrhaceb4eZrmthBFbtX2GZ55x2eIZVhCiy-XqamxHwJs4XKmyag_dun74BK55buGzUTAvY2yATIHZ2-RgRCzTso8Nb4xk05s1xO6jIdVCAVRtmIHxiTw14tntxDr0nYKMLvL-vwUQjDubA90zKMlvZC4pNg5I/s850/csm_lavorare_la_creta_03_d05c9e8f7b-654200969.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="850" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAgbBxm0xKalLz8Xf2Rx3FpO4XY5sH5Nrhaceb4eZrmthBFbtX2GZ55x2eIZVhCiy-XqamxHwJs4XKmyag_dun74BK55buGzUTAvY2yATIHZ2-RgRCzTso8Nb4xk05s1xO6jIdVCAVRtmIHxiTw14tntxDr0nYKMLvL-vwUQjDubA90zKMlvZC4pNg5I/w448-h254/csm_lavorare_la_creta_03_d05c9e8f7b-654200969.jpg" width="448" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span>La <b><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: medium;">creta</span></i></b>
è una sostanza di origine minerale che viene utilizzata per diverse
finalità.<br /> Può essere utilizzata per: scultura e modellazione artistica.<br />Grazie alla sua <i><b>consistenza morbida e</b></i> <b><i>plasmabile</i></b>, la <b><i><span style="color: #bf9000;">creta</span></i></b> è un materiale molto apprezzato dagli artisti per realizzare sculture e modelli tridimensionali<i>.<br /> (dalla rete)</i>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Plasmati da mano incerta i sensi</span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">scompaiono ai cuori sottile e tesi;</span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">rimane incerto un ardire innocuo</span></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">che staglia come eretto simbolo...</span></b></i></span></span> <br /></div></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-51640221000746672312024-03-08T07:50:00.005+01:002024-03-08T07:51:58.164+01:00Poesia e riflesso per la festa della donna<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XKUmkX3L5LNTKcbskUBbUSjhdIrZ-OzEa3SqswFAZZAyL8BBpU4eUVO9a-mDXFU9np2FuRXzHNoCLIa9i6KvPqU8EjT-DE1WkHSaX0E7jEnVfmR_v9lYgu_yHGhBLAxUCZZkBUydGOihM0-HvO4ipy3uZpsxwshyphenhyphenxvxYBxxlF56KiFiMz3sIqmkThExL/s900/mazzo-di-mimose-fiore-per-i-wi-di-giornata-internazionale-della-donna-67867299-3618815190.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="582" height="796" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XKUmkX3L5LNTKcbskUBbUSjhdIrZ-OzEa3SqswFAZZAyL8BBpU4eUVO9a-mDXFU9np2FuRXzHNoCLIa9i6KvPqU8EjT-DE1WkHSaX0E7jEnVfmR_v9lYgu_yHGhBLAxUCZZkBUydGOihM0-HvO4ipy3uZpsxwshyphenhyphenxvxYBxxlF56KiFiMz3sIqmkThExL/w505-h796/mazzo-di-mimose-fiore-per-i-wi-di-giornata-internazionale-della-donna-67867299-3618815190.jpg" width="505" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Inno alla donna</b></span></b></span></div><p></p></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>“Stupenda<br />
immacolata fortuna<br />
per te tutte le creature<br />
del regno<br />
si sono aperte<br />
e tu sei diventata la regina<br />
delle nostre ombre</b></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>per te gli uomini<br />
hanno preso<br />
innumerevoli voli<br />
creato l’alveare del<br />
pensiero</b></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>per te donna è sorto<br />
il mormorio dell’acqua<br />
unica grazia<br />
e tremi per i tuoi incantesimi<br />
che sono nelle tue mani</b></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>e tu hai un sogno<br />
per ogni estate<br />
un figlio per ogni pianto<br />
un sospetto d’amore<br />
per ogni capello</b></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>ora sei donna<br />
tutto un perdono<br />
e così come ti abita<br />
il pensiero divino<br />
fiorirà in segreto<br />
attorniato<br />dalla tua grazia”.</b></span><b style="font-family: verdana;"> <br /></b></span></p></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Alda Merini</b></span></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i style="color: #38761d;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Perduto sogno nel mondo reale</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>donne come visioni e inizi;</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>i corpi incedono alteri al passo</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>perduti amanti ormai lontani...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <br /></div></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-80683830609798706272024-03-07T06:42:00.011+01:002024-03-07T06:47:45.575+01:00Terre rosse (argilla)<p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In base allo stato di ossidazione del ferro presente, l'<span style="color: #ffa400;"><b><i>argilla</i></b></span> appare <span style="color: white;"><i><b>
bianca</b></i></span>, <span style="color: #e06666;"><b><i>rossa</i></b></span> o <b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><i>verde</i></span></b>: in fitoterapia, si preferisce l'<i><b><span style="color: white;">argilla bianca </span></b></i>
<i>(caolino)</i>, in cui le proprietà riequilibranti, cicatrizzanti e
stimolanti sono maggiormente marcate rispetto alla verde <i>(indicata per
uso interno)</i>. L'<b><i><span style="color: #e06666;">argilla rossa</span></i></b> è ricca in ferro e scarsa in alluminio.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><b style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUdk4NiW5GnOzliI3aTAs9v96G6Mh0A-pwixsc2K6iMqvAiRkYdwfJnz9ICzOdHRJPsSGNPLAj9FeUZBddHADL2a0wLaBbF_2H4h5nNhzRVjgkJSKKy642B5qRuSWa6-1My7jxo7FQYT0yaCM3Raty3DYlgbmUI_AktVZYghKSrCNmkaZlo7LIIwY9MW6/s800/giacimenti-sommersi-dell-argilla-dopo-pioggia-torrenziale-96453449-1907737488.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUdk4NiW5GnOzliI3aTAs9v96G6Mh0A-pwixsc2K6iMqvAiRkYdwfJnz9ICzOdHRJPsSGNPLAj9FeUZBddHADL2a0wLaBbF_2H4h5nNhzRVjgkJSKKy642B5qRuSWa6-1My7jxo7FQYT0yaCM3Raty3DYlgbmUI_AktVZYghKSrCNmkaZlo7LIIwY9MW6/w475-h320/giacimenti-sommersi-dell-argilla-dopo-pioggia-torrenziale-96453449-1907737488.jpg" width="475" /></a></span>Terre rosse</span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Il tuono spazia un rumore<br />di cavalli lanciati sui monti;<br />sui muri degli orti<br />tempo d’acqua che torna,<br />randagio.<br />Il sonno intorba i pagliai,<br />il silenzio cresce nel petto.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Dopo lo scroscio la terra è rossa,<br />nei dorsi di rupe<br />il sasso si stria.<br />E il fango è un tramonto<br />che tutto l’anno ci dura negli occhi.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Vittorio Sereni</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0xGnwzqMQFxMTlS9zsM4R1y207PjMaUpXX0GVRyHW1kXxNJYPsAsSwhfvfMOaX6qOZpJkjaIND0qQMfnuC2KfUoK8xphCnZFXPbqMTmt8-7kVgEiDXAltjBKXu81Igzj9kJk74a8SiffLedDnplUaJk25aU9lebMEY2QcFvDfa8xixnFf6xMAWiAg04/s800/argilla-al-forno-parete-per-fondo-o-struttura-92736036-3732872626.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0xGnwzqMQFxMTlS9zsM4R1y207PjMaUpXX0GVRyHW1kXxNJYPsAsSwhfvfMOaX6qOZpJkjaIND0qQMfnuC2KfUoK8xphCnZFXPbqMTmt8-7kVgEiDXAltjBKXu81Igzj9kJk74a8SiffLedDnplUaJk25aU9lebMEY2QcFvDfa8xixnFf6xMAWiAg04/w471-h326/argilla-al-forno-parete-per-fondo-o-struttura-92736036-3732872626.jpg" width="471" /></a></div>Le piogge dilavano sensi</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">perduti in percorsi fangosi;</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">impantanato nel nulla riprovo</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">a scuotere il petto di tosse...</span></b></i></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Le varie discipline che utilizzano l'<i><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">argilla</span></b></i> per trattare disturbi di
diversa natura, hanno favorito la nascita di un nuovo termine, <i><b><span style="color: #e06666;">argilloterapia</span></b></i>, una <i><b>“medicina non convenzionale”</b></i>, poiché non ci
sono prove scientifiche effettive che confermino del tutto l'efficacia
della stessa. Considerando, però, che l'<i><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">argilla</span></b></i> è stata messa in
discussione per lungo tempo dalla comunità scientifica per le sue dubbie
proprietà “curative”, ci potrebbero essere conseguenze serie dovute non
tanto all'<b><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">argilla</span></i></b> in sé, ma all'utilizzo poco idoneo e alle modalità
scorrette di assunzione <i>(dalla rete)</i>.</span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-66130783250487713042024-03-06T06:53:00.010+01:002024-03-06T07:00:51.425+01:00Protocollo cittadino #114 (Adesso)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">L’avverbio<b><i><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">adesso</span></span></i></b> significa in questo momento, nel tempo presente; è sinonimo più familiare e più frequente di ora (a. non posso riceverlo, sono occupato; sembra che a. siano di nuovo amici; a. che abbiamo finito il lavoro, possiamo riposarci; e a. cosa facciamo?). Con un limite di tempo più ampio, può alludere all’età presente: in questo significato è sinonimo di oggi (la moda, la gioventù di a.; questi sistemi a. non si usano più).<br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Pur essendo un avverbio di tempo riferito essenzialmente al presente, adesso non si usa soltanto per fatti e situazioni che avvengono nel presente, ma anche per fatti e situazioni che sono cronologicamente molto vicini al momento attuale, tanto da essere percepiti come “al presente” anche se avvengono nel passato o nel futuro. Sicché adesso può significare anche un momento fa, poco fa, con riferimento a qualcosa che è passato da poco (sono stato a. da lui; m’ha telefonato proprio a.);</span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">oppure può significare tra poco, tra un momento, con riferimento a qualcosa che avverrà entro un tempo molto breve (a. te lo dico; dovrebbe arrivare a.)</span> -TRECCANI- (dalla rete). </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR3gsGSN_eXPPc_Rel0cozIhzELVVvFTgyMxLzGJoQLIfWmyFOXhyU2NbeMNxtNRTPLMNp4pBfL0KZCqdONnYPyHNXmLZ_rkAleQmvpJ61YBVz4w3GWO0_ZcJJhm3VyJ9iiSfN0s76QNsvYISuLeHcQi9K8w98-Z8tQ7WtzZc9gJW3uTksdwWIRUNMP6c/s1217/DS-4715_logo_update_Adesso_flex-1269292252.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="1217" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR3gsGSN_eXPPc_Rel0cozIhzELVVvFTgyMxLzGJoQLIfWmyFOXhyU2NbeMNxtNRTPLMNp4pBfL0KZCqdONnYPyHNXmLZ_rkAleQmvpJ61YBVz4w3GWO0_ZcJJhm3VyJ9iiSfN0s76QNsvYISuLeHcQi9K8w98-Z8tQ7WtzZc9gJW3uTksdwWIRUNMP6c/w511-h162/DS-4715_logo_update_Adesso_flex-1269292252.jpg" width="511" /></a></div></span></b></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Adesso</i></span></b></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Adesso, ora che scrivo poco</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>mi sento compresso in un sol</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>attimo di smarrimento totale;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>la via del pensiero è preclusa..?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Gujil</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-88121986135110526892024-03-05T07:56:00.009+01:002024-03-05T08:05:36.773+01:00Vino!<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFM3QgGt4jmEnXLJO7MH0l040LOPcSuGlzSkJKR2MphcF4GE5o7XIIo8Sw8iE9gZV4rsAJw0uIOAK5RT9LqO8LBhOv9gjGD_fvQ_l7GByqQzgSlMMEvNrukvwq0e17VpF2K4OrfHtvpV3t78LIMtlC0m3UTD28sS980Dn_s_QylJb311j8T8e1C1ibt_4/s959/03-Mosaico-pigiatura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="959" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFM3QgGt4jmEnXLJO7MH0l040LOPcSuGlzSkJKR2MphcF4GE5o7XIIo8Sw8iE9gZV4rsAJw0uIOAK5RT9LqO8LBhOv9gjGD_fvQ_l7GByqQzgSlMMEvNrukvwq0e17VpF2K4OrfHtvpV3t78LIMtlC0m3UTD28sS980Dn_s_QylJb311j8T8e1C1ibt_4/w400-h376/03-Mosaico-pigiatura.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>27</b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Ragazzo, se versi un vino vecchio<br />riempine i calici del piú amaro,<br />come vuole Postumia, la nostra regina<br />ubriaca piú di un acino ubriaco.<br />E l'acqua se ne vada dove le pare<br />a rovinare il vino, lontano,<br />fra gli astemi: questo è vino puro.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Publio Valerio Catullo</b></span> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Alcoliche notti passate</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>a pensare, ricordi, presente;</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>nel vino un sincero dono</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>di vera e ambiziosa voluttà...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNL9HH9hpfG99aUchFbxEClAjJQiYjkE7qudBXOyhxude9FoQsgV8SHlZmdXO389TN7Rrs2aoBWA1vAd-L-lnv19UqtgBPea6vzQIDyY77IQlX6aYfyO2j9MZ3uLKyzRpmfVge_3yATKUaEC7E3od8-zMOts0VMHWZSBZ-SpUO7-ToDHw6Lj4RKiN_PQEs/s1023/depositphotos_5190377-stock-photo-two-ancient-wine-cup-3114569036.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1023" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNL9HH9hpfG99aUchFbxEClAjJQiYjkE7qudBXOyhxude9FoQsgV8SHlZmdXO389TN7Rrs2aoBWA1vAd-L-lnv19UqtgBPea6vzQIDyY77IQlX6aYfyO2j9MZ3uLKyzRpmfVge_3yATKUaEC7E3od8-zMOts0VMHWZSBZ-SpUO7-ToDHw6Lj4RKiN_PQEs/w447-h300/depositphotos_5190377-stock-photo-two-ancient-wine-cup-3114569036.jpg" width="447" /></a></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gli antichi <b><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Romani</span></i></b> si appassionarono così tanto al <b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">vino</span></i></b> che menzioni si ritrovano
in moltissime opere di vari autori classici: da <b><i><span style="color: #fcff01;">Columella</span></i></b> a <b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">Catullo</span></i></b> a <b><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Marziale</span></i></b> è
una cascata di citazioni varie a ceppi e <i><b><span style="color: #a64d79;">vini</span></b></i> e costumi vari: dalla
conservazione alla coltivazione e al consumo di <b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">vino</span></i></b>, soprattutto
durante feste e banchetti.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">L’apprezzamento nei confronti del <b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">vino</span></i></b> in epoca Romana fu così vasto che
a Roma, ma anche nelle principali città della repubblica prima e
dell’impero poi, furono costruiti non solo il <em><b><span style="color: #a64d79;">forum vinarium</span></b></em>, ossia il mercato del <b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">vino</span></i></b>, ma anche un <em><b><span style="color: #a64d79;">portus vinarius</span></b></em></span>, <span style="font-family: verdana;">porto e mercato erano presumibilmente ubicati nel quartiere <i><b>Testaccio</b></i> per essere vicini al Tevere.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(dalla rete)</i></span> </div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-50341116697340510752024-03-04T06:36:00.004+01:002024-03-04T06:38:52.648+01:00Sempre la musica<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6Y-xiT4VMFoKgntzAaVAXbzBRxZs20AO0PXRQ8qWwlJROQI4GamqtqI4rYo0-JMUjk02ukMgHKfKP5dD82RmuGzFi4zbWA0aAaELdVRYyesmwbDIHHt1m-1e1JhKlNQ6lEBteQH6uhvXEdEW6YJ8m-5-69UUSpZTqSXNSb8nXevAnGKp3Qgr1HIM1Q4Y/s760/tatuaggio-polso-amanti-musica-piccolo-cuore-chiave-violino-tastiera-pianoforte-e1516726022681-3536730939.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="760" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6Y-xiT4VMFoKgntzAaVAXbzBRxZs20AO0PXRQ8qWwlJROQI4GamqtqI4rYo0-JMUjk02ukMgHKfKP5dD82RmuGzFi4zbWA0aAaELdVRYyesmwbDIHHt1m-1e1JhKlNQ6lEBteQH6uhvXEdEW6YJ8m-5-69UUSpZTqSXNSb8nXevAnGKp3Qgr1HIM1Q4Y/w427-h427/tatuaggio-polso-amanti-musica-piccolo-cuore-chiave-violino-tastiera-pianoforte-e1516726022681-3536730939.jpg" width="427" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">La <span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: medium;"><b><i>musica</i></b></span> riesce a suscitare emozioni attraverso un fenomeno noto come
contagio emotivo. Durante l’ascolto di un brano musicale, l’ascoltatore
percepisce le emozioni che la musica vuole trasmettere e le riflette
internamente, grazie ai feedback muscolari o all’attivazione diretta di
una rappresentazione dell’emozione a livello corticale. Questo
meccanismo di sincronizzazione emotiva permette alla musica di creare
un’esperienza emozionale coinvolgente e di comunicare sentimenti senza
bisogno di parole o immagini.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Per musica</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tu m’hai scritto cosí: «Or che spezzato<br />è questo nostro amor fatto di ebbrezze,<br />io ti rimando i baci che m’hai dato<br />io ti rimando tutte le carezze».</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Piccola bimba mia sempre malata, <br />una cosa ti sei dimenticata.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">La prima cosa che ti ho data, o amore,<br />ti sei scordata di ridarmi il cuore!</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sergio Corazzini</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJxtMOW67O5tT-vWyYtxDIPjuZESusbSTMqMbieFDUuEzCtvim60iN5FBRx2GSTBBN7k34dkxFbFV4jr185foDnxMjgT6_p4Pt3l62NH_63P6N2jKdsA4b0bwIP8T1-kI70i9chvmu7FvpYg7qohPKf5ms0CruTXAWeV7VkGHs5Pe78PY7i0CBV5637U/s1300/12152472-M-sica-de-fondo-Foto-de-archivo-4078161091.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="1300" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJxtMOW67O5tT-vWyYtxDIPjuZESusbSTMqMbieFDUuEzCtvim60iN5FBRx2GSTBBN7k34dkxFbFV4jr185foDnxMjgT6_p4Pt3l62NH_63P6N2jKdsA4b0bwIP8T1-kI70i9chvmu7FvpYg7qohPKf5ms0CruTXAWeV7VkGHs5Pe78PY7i0CBV5637U/w430-h412/12152472-M-sica-de-fondo-Foto-de-archivo-4078161091.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Durante l’ascolto di un brano musicale, l’ascoltatore è in grado di
percepire e riflettere le emozioni trasmesse dalla musica attraverso il
contagio emotivo. Questo fenomeno di sincronizzazione emotiva permette
alla <b><i><span style="color: #04ff00;">musica</span></i></b> di comunicare sentimenti in modo coinvolgente, senza l’uso
di parole o immagini.</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><b><span>Lentamente rappreso il cuore </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><b><span>batte insistente le tante ore</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><b><span>passate a pensare immagini</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><b><span>che vaghe danzano l'anima...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La <b><i><span style="color: #04ff00;">musica</span></i></b> ha il potere di stimolare le nostre emozioni e provocare
sensazioni uniche. Può suscitare gioia, tristezza, nostalgia,
eccitazione e persino nostalgia. Grazie ai suoi effetti sul nostro corpo
e sulla nostra mente, ci permette di entrare in uno stato di
consapevolezza interiore e migliorare il nostro umore. <b><i>La <span style="color: #04ff00;">musica </span>
influisce direttamente sul nostro battito cardiaco, la pressione
sanguigna, la respirazione e il livello di ormoni come lo stress,
consentendoci di rilassarci e sentirci rigenerati.</i></b> Inoltre, le endorfine
generate dalla <b><i><span style="color: #04ff00;">musica</span></i></b> ci regalano una piacevole sensazione di
benessere <i>(dalla rete)</i>.</span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-14666224307850750262024-03-03T08:10:00.014+01:002024-03-03T08:18:04.395+01:00Feluche<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IPTMKrCWZAmQORvLWueg8uIhPF80FR6VkoSGJsJVLzpdF1FiyHLIVE7g_SJmkvtG4JsAbTqarR8BRgBOFyHvs-ErXz1HkbMhcWGRgE-mmFZOi452K5ldn-eWJ82AO4SvPGRdYzbAv8SHcZ0iTuM6g8-0CmyQKcHHxrzqChuv90mEtE89_OIBv6hUmBQ/s1300/983390210-3409977686.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><b style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IPTMKrCWZAmQORvLWueg8uIhPF80FR6VkoSGJsJVLzpdF1FiyHLIVE7g_SJmkvtG4JsAbTqarR8BRgBOFyHvs-ErXz1HkbMhcWGRgE-mmFZOi452K5ldn-eWJ82AO4SvPGRdYzbAv8SHcZ0iTuM6g8-0CmyQKcHHxrzqChuv90mEtE89_OIBv6hUmBQ/w400-h400/983390210-3409977686.jpg" width="400" /></b></a></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">Feluca</span></b></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La <span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #bf9000;">feluca</span></i></b> </span>(dall'arabo ﻓﻠﻮﻛﻪ falu:ka; a sua volta dal greco epholkion "palischermo, scialuppa") è un'imbarcazione a vela di ridotte dimensioni (normalmente può portare una decina di passeggeri più un paio di persone di equipaggio). Può avere una o due vele latine. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">L'albero è inclinato verso la prua. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <i><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">Le feluche sono diffuse in molte regioni del Vicino Oriente e del Nordafrica</span></b></i>; per le loro caratteristiche sono adatte soprattutto alla navigazione sotto costa o in acque interne, e in effetti se ne trovano soprattutto sul Mar Rosso e sul <i><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Nilo</span></b></i>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oggi esse sono obsolete, e per gli usi commerciali sono state di norma sostituite da più moderne barche a motore, ma vengono tuttora utilizzate in alcune circostanze, per esempio ad uso turistico in località come <i><b>Assuan</b></i> o <b><i>Luxor</i></b>. <br /></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">La feluca</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Nubi accese, color di rubino,<br />Passan lente nel cielo turchino;<br />Sopra l’onda, che d’ostro si fuca,<br />Passa lenta una negra feluca.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Una voce soave e sonora,<br />Che minaccia, che piange, che implora<br />Penetrata d’un intimo ardor,</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Al singulto di mesta chitarra<br />Sale, scende, s’infrange, — rinarra<br />Una storia bizzarra d’amor.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4AQQFoZMaN0btDInGn-pVmbFZ8MTZ6v3biUJZdrjiXGFwgZGvn2VmAt2-6cKqXAPCkse0XpK-8bN88L2nvnhQtEBALfseBGSSnio5i06fDHSSf-O7sA930D0KsleeLrNIFuEfBB8Aw4geq8QvLvFsBfQykbqWkxE0OfXjCZQxb91VaqC7RT9dv3utDUO/s1200/egyptian-felucca-ride-1124650774.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="1200" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4AQQFoZMaN0btDInGn-pVmbFZ8MTZ6v3biUJZdrjiXGFwgZGvn2VmAt2-6cKqXAPCkse0XpK-8bN88L2nvnhQtEBALfseBGSSnio5i06fDHSSf-O7sA930D0KsleeLrNIFuEfBB8Aw4geq8QvLvFsBfQykbqWkxE0OfXjCZQxb91VaqC7RT9dv3utDUO/w400-h294/egyptian-felucca-ride-1124650774.jpg" width="400" /></a>Via pel ciel che s’infosca più lente<br />Van vogando le nuvole spente;<br />Sovra il mar, che di bujo s’ingombra,<br />La feluca dilegua nell’ombra.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Arturo Graf</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"> </b></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Natanti nella mia vita i visi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br />di amori sfiorati o vissuti;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br />rimane il senso (e perdura)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><b style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br />del navigare a meta indecisa..</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><b style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La <b><i><span style="color: #bf9000;">feluca</span></i></b> è un'imbarcazione ha
trovato largo uso anche in Italia nella tradizione<b><i> siciliana</i></b> e <b><i>calabrese</i></b>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Una sua
moderna variante, infatti, viene utilizzata ancora oggi per la pesca del
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">pesce spada</span> nello <span style="color: #c27ba0;">Stretto di Messina</span>, sotto forma di un grosso
peschereccio con un'alta torre per l'avvistamento del pesce ed una
passerella per l'arpionaggio.</i></b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fino a qualche decennio fa venivano
utilizzate ancora le <b><i><span style="color: #bf9000;">feluche</span></i></b> di modello tradizionale, simili a quelle
arabe, che caddero in disuso con l'avvento delle grosse barche a motore
<i>(da wikipedia)</i>.</span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-26641150548818516412024-03-02T08:00:00.012+01:002024-03-02T08:05:48.444+01:00Oca italiana<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Tuo65j6nQvwGkVl2g3-FG2J0IlV2Wp7gXU2FiOilGP8GsOvf6LEawVjcxSODCgWvRT5_prdwfpOgs8QlrglHvvEABPPwNaxntv79HmxCiApLKL8xpHGWQEL-Y2uhEi9mY0dl_gkTktbxuE9R3F_2vAKE01Fb4BcEPfsbClEruj07CYNkbOyx-T4pNrtS/s2780/oca,-ali-223582-1766401933.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2780" data-original-width="1853" height="688" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Tuo65j6nQvwGkVl2g3-FG2J0IlV2Wp7gXU2FiOilGP8GsOvf6LEawVjcxSODCgWvRT5_prdwfpOgs8QlrglHvvEABPPwNaxntv79HmxCiApLKL8xpHGWQEL-Y2uhEi9mY0dl_gkTktbxuE9R3F_2vAKE01Fb4BcEPfsbClEruj07CYNkbOyx-T4pNrtS/w458-h688/oca,-ali-223582-1766401933.jpg" width="458" /></a><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">La differenza</span></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: small;"><span><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Penso e ripenso: – Che mai pensa l'oca<br />gracidante alla riva del canale?<br />Pare felice! Al vespero invernale<br />protende il collo, giubilando roca.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: small;"><span><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Salta starnazza si rituffa gioca:<br />né certo sogna d'essere mortale<br />né certo sogna il prossimo Natale<br />né l'armi corruscanti della cuoca.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: small;"><span><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">– O pàpera, mia candida sorella,<br />tu insegni che la Morte non esiste:<br />solo si muore da che s'è pensato.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: small;"><span><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ma tu non pensi. La tua sorte è bella!<br />Ché l'esser cucinato non è triste,<br />triste è il pensare d'esser cucinato.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Guido Gozzano</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><b style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Ovvietà evidenti stipano</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>il cuore di fugaci pensieri;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>nelle metafore della vita</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>si ripongono le differenze...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">L'</span><b><i>oca italiana</i></b><span style="color: #fcff01;">, detta anche</span> <b><i>"oca romagnola"</i></b><span style="color: #fcff01;"> o</span> <b><i>"oca romana"</i></b><span style="color: #fcff01;">, è il nome ufficiale di una razza di <b><i>oca</i></b>, così denominata dallo standard italiano razze avicole nel 199; .</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">è originaria dell'</span><span style="color: #ffa400;"><b><i>Emilia Romagna</i></b></span><span style="color: #fcff01;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">
La razza è caratterizzata dal</span> <i><b>piumaggio bianco</b></i><span style="color: #fcff01;">. <br />Il maschio pesa circa 4–5 kg ed è abbastanza aggressivo; la femmina pesa circa 6 kg ed è in grado di produrre più di 100 uova ogni anno.
La razza </span><span style="color: #fcff01;"> È stata allevata come animale da cortile fin dall'antichità <i>(da wikipedia).</i></span></span> <br /></p>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-31316356749718278092024-03-01T07:01:00.020+01:002024-03-01T07:22:19.771+01:00Bollicine<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">L</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">e amate </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><span style="color: #fcff01;">bollicine</span></i></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> di uno </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>champagne</i></b>, di uno <i><b>spumante,</b></i> o di un <b><i>prosecco</i></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> sono da sempre state considerate sinonimo di un elevato standard
qualitativo del vino che le produce. Associare un reale miglioramento del gusto alla
maggiore presenza e diffusione di <b><i><span style="color: #fcff01;">bollicine</span></i></b> o alla loro dimensione non è affatto impresa
semplice. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpApMITwcgCgNY4roWbLVM0bS2FRetnuGFivgkxd_vrlaECWDSpLwhFFnQWreCgTD6F5MdZ2BtQRt7tK0WbS8EJVUmER5doYGKS6AjEHdapdiu3KCdS7f-D9ql5oN7a5MbiMfs1kFy0NNQThWGUEQVxKXD6J6gVWoqEFRpfMJ5Wjj89gpFGLWmkpjKJiB/s886/champagne-bollicine-1-30085983.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="886" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpApMITwcgCgNY4roWbLVM0bS2FRetnuGFivgkxd_vrlaECWDSpLwhFFnQWreCgTD6F5MdZ2BtQRt7tK0WbS8EJVUmER5doYGKS6AjEHdapdiu3KCdS7f-D9ql5oN7a5MbiMfs1kFy0NNQThWGUEQVxKXD6J6gVWoqEFRpfMJ5Wjj89gpFGLWmkpjKJiB/w431-h275/champagne-bollicine-1-30085983.jpg" width="431" /></a>A un oste (56)<br /></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>L'uva è rigonfia d'acqua, flagellata<br />da continui acquazzoni;<br />oste, ammesso che tu ne avessi voglia,<br />non puoi vender quest'anno il vino puro.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Marziale</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Rosso nettare prova a lenire</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>i danni duri del quieto vivere;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>bianche bollicine impertinenti</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>velano visioni spesso pesanti...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Le piccole sfere di <b><i><span style="color: #fcff01;">anidride carbonica (CO2) </span></i></b>– che si formano durante un
secondo processo di fermentazione all’interno delle bottiglie sigillate –
secondo gli esperti racchiudono, infatti, le componenti gustative ed
olfattive del vino. Per questo motivo <b><i>quelle più grandi</i></b> veicolerebbero
una maggiore componente aromatica con un conseguente miglioramento dell’esperienza di degustazione.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">E' possibile incrementare l’effervescenza del vino con alcune piccole
accortezze. Innanzitutto, si può far raffreddare per bene la bottiglia
in frigorifero, portandola a circa 4°; la temperatura più bassa,
infatti, diminuirebbe la concentrazione di alcool nelle <b><i><span style="color: #fcff01;">bollicine</span></i></b>.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(dalla rete)</i></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-28791830959679505322024-02-29T07:25:00.010+01:002024-02-29T07:33:12.887+01:00Barche amorrate<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMKtEET8hsesx3HzetAn05pL2FCLwK61xEmGbZ_G9vKJU2NiZ2MD54eH3ENBq9taflIEzIJzf87f4mUWqGV1CDOHjiAHvjLmWSbFr2rzq8M9SyNZcVkczkYJbElfPAMKoTw1fZzncQLMtSc0Sm8dLTOuyQRvY8DbnoJyJX_R7nz9hlBC3kP-OYTKbYgY/s600/48c5653b2e20c242ba102f46fb5b5f50-955031158.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMKtEET8hsesx3HzetAn05pL2FCLwK61xEmGbZ_G9vKJU2NiZ2MD54eH3ENBq9taflIEzIJzf87f4mUWqGV1CDOHjiAHvjLmWSbFr2rzq8M9SyNZcVkczkYJbElfPAMKoTw1fZzncQLMtSc0Sm8dLTOuyQRvY8DbnoJyJX_R7nz9hlBC3kP-OYTKbYgY/w400-h400/48c5653b2e20c242ba102f46fb5b5f50-955031158.jpg" width="400" /></a></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><i><span>Barche amorrate</span></i></b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Barche amorrate</span></i></b> è un breve componimento poetico e assai lirico di <i><b>Dino Campana </b>(poeta di Marradi, un borgo della romagna)</i> e fa
parte della sezione <b><i>"Varie e frammenti"</i></b> dei <b><i>Canti Orfic</i></b>i, nella
pubblicazione del 1914.
<i><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b>Il poeta toscano evoca, nel testo, in versi che si inseguono con musicalità data
dalla reiterazione delle parole adoperate, il movimento delle </b></span><span style="color: #fcff01;"><b>vele</b></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b> che
schioccano e frustano al vento, talvolta producendo un lamento volubile
quale un'onda che si infranga nella risacca, fino a giungere ad un
ultimo schianto crudele.</b></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il termine <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">amorrate </span></i></b>che compare nel titolo originale del componimento fu mutato e sostituito, soltanto nella seconda
edizione pubblicata (effettuata da <i><b>Vallecchi</b></i> del 1928), in <span style="color: #01ffff;"><b><i>amarrate</i></b></span> cioè
<i><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">ormeggiate</span></b>.</i></span><i><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: verdana;"><span><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(dalla rete)</i></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Barche amorrate</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Le vele le vele le vele<br />Che schioccano e frustano al vento<br />Che gonfia di vane sequele<br />Le vele le vele le vele!<br />Che tesson e tesson: lamento<br />Volubil che l'onda che ammorza<br />Ne l'onda volubile smorza .....</span></b></span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Ne l'ultimo schianto crudele .....</span></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tk3RHOUkj0_2f0k5Z1VyWtn8EkSRDnmP3JddIu4JxZleZ6XotMslF_UKb8N0VZ__bGjoOBMf_q0vuoX3L65gyiNqNv8lL9lqWtoEcCR1qG4f3iABSv9S7GlLdYzdk5Pi_yBUaHPXMhj3LY1SDmNsHPUrGnD7vcINEksTiFCi4JX-nSBI_yvzsxGFDx8/s2048/c0243cd878113c50fe5a0797e80eea69-4092129357.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1425" data-original-width="2048" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tk3RHOUkj0_2f0k5Z1VyWtn8EkSRDnmP3JddIu4JxZleZ6XotMslF_UKb8N0VZ__bGjoOBMf_q0vuoX3L65gyiNqNv8lL9lqWtoEcCR1qG4f3iABSv9S7GlLdYzdk5Pi_yBUaHPXMhj3LY1SDmNsHPUrGnD7vcINEksTiFCi4JX-nSBI_yvzsxGFDx8/w400-h279/c0243cd878113c50fe5a0797e80eea69-4092129357.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Le vele le vele le vele</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dino Campana</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Vele strappate, consunte, vecchie,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>ancora per mare con scafi provati;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>gli anni marcano stretto le cose,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>tempo ingrigisce luce e occhi...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><span><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La dicitura iniziale fu poi ripresa nelle stampe successive a
cura di <b><i>Enrico Falqui</i></b>; lo stesso Falqui segnala in proposito
l'esistenza di <b><i><span style="color: #e69138;">amurra</span></i></b>, che in genovese significa <b><i><span style="color: #e69138;">arenare</span></i></b>.</span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-67215772541249335162024-02-28T07:25:00.017+01:002024-02-28T07:35:07.567+01:00Cervus elaphus<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR1aqQhahRUmQyIEd4CbuBsqjQ_wGPKcPTSMYVfcyo1KaEJduHaw5mzr81URlZ0h0jqOu8VgonS1_Zsr8ueThdmoirQ3zKzcQ8wVYcqQ9qyEAMmYY41uKEijdEtqWEyGYmvfvDia1ZZpMFNa8jEQxwOcvIW5FZKh1IF4a3BXZzEMwDGlGvTjfC1ny2RM/s1200/Cervo_6-2818670582.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR1aqQhahRUmQyIEd4CbuBsqjQ_wGPKcPTSMYVfcyo1KaEJduHaw5mzr81URlZ0h0jqOu8VgonS1_Zsr8ueThdmoirQ3zKzcQ8wVYcqQ9qyEAMmYY41uKEijdEtqWEyGYmvfvDia1ZZpMFNa8jEQxwOcvIW5FZKh1IF4a3BXZzEMwDGlGvTjfC1ny2RM/w562-h900/Cervo_6-2818670582.jpg" width="562" /></a><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Il Cervo</span></b></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><b>Non odi cupi bràmiti interrotti<br />di là del Serchio? Il cervo d’unghia nera<br />si sèpara dal branco delle femmine<br />e si rinselva. Dormirà fra breve<br />nel letto verde, entro la macchia folta,<br />soffiando dalle crespe froge il fiato<br />violento che di mentastro odora.<br />Le vestigia ch’ei lascia hanno la forma,<br />sai tu?, del cor purpureo balzante.<br />Ei di tal forma stampa il terren grasso;<br />e la stampata zolla, ch’ei solleva<br />con ciascun piede, lascia poi cadere.<br />Ben questa chiama «gran sigillo» il cauto<br />cacciatore che lèggevi per entro<br />i segni; e mai giudizio non gli falla,<br />oh beato che capo di gran sangue<br />persegue al tramontare delle stelle,<br />e l’uccide in sul nascere del sole,<br />e vede palpitare il vasto corpo<br />azzannato dai cani e gli alti palchi<br />della fronte agitar l’estrema lite!</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Ma invano invano udiamo i cupi bràmiti<br />noi tra le canne fluviali assisi.<br />Tu non ti scaglierai nel Serchio a nuoto<br />per seguitar la pesta, o Derbe; e il freddo<br />fiume non solcherà duplice solco<br />del tuo braccio e del tuo predace riso,<br />fieri guizzando i muscoli nel gelo.<br />Inermi siamo e sazii di bellezza,<br />chini a spiare il cuor nostro ove rugge,<br />piú lontano che il bràmito del cervo,<br />l’antico desiderio delle prede.<br />Or lascia quello il branco e si rinselva.<br />Forse è d’insigni lombi, e assai ramoso.<br />Ei piú non vessa col nascente corno<br />le scorze. Già la sua corona è dura;<br />e il suo collo s’infosca e mette barba,<br />e fra breve sarà gonfio del molto<br />bramire. Udremo a notte le sue lunghe<br />muglia, udremo la voce sua di toro;<br />sorgere il grido della sua lussuria<br />udremo nei silenzii della Luna.</span><br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Romena, 20 agosto 1902) </span></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gabriele D'Annunzio</span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il <i><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">cervo</span></b></i> è un animale misterioso e affascinante <b>legato alla simbologia della rinascita</b> per le sue corna che cadono in inverno per poi ricominciare a formarsi e crescere in primavera. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">cervo nobile</span></i></b> conosciuto anche come <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">cervo europeo</span></i></b>,<b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">
cervo reale</span></i></b> o<b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;"> cervo rosso</span></i></b> è un mammifero erbivoro di grosse dimensioni
appartenente alla famiglia dei <b><i>cervidi</i></b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvAGq9DqiUvp-LDOtsIrP4sxyJ3x9_ucdYF8qUCvAu-qb9kADhrGJ-VTa4Q8gao5s19Px5Nl4Hr3pjtiYEdLZbvkY-2NuaXZjiK751rLOha4JaED_YZsSm3RKszfVI0Fl-OAMzXEBQoIExhjyMh1akoeAzSA98AqG2t0s8ctwH7axZQhwmKGN1Vuz0xxz/s1880/pexels-photo-3329812-455597933.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1253" data-original-width="1880" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvAGq9DqiUvp-LDOtsIrP4sxyJ3x9_ucdYF8qUCvAu-qb9kADhrGJ-VTa4Q8gao5s19Px5Nl4Hr3pjtiYEdLZbvkY-2NuaXZjiK751rLOha4JaED_YZsSm3RKszfVI0Fl-OAMzXEBQoIExhjyMh1akoeAzSA98AqG2t0s8ctwH7axZQhwmKGN1Vuz0xxz/w500-h350/pexels-photo-3329812-455597933.jpeg" width="500" /></a></div>Possenti animali agitano il bosco</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>umido fiato, ne sento il percorso;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Ricordi nel freddo di visioni passate</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>mi chiudo al pensiero e sospiro...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Questo animale selvatico può raggiungere notevoli dimensioni, i
maschi hanno un’altezza media al garrese di 1,30 m, una lunghezza di
circa 2 metri e un peso compreso tra gli 80 e i 200 kg, mentre le
femmine sono leggermente più piccole.<br /> Questo mammifero, nonostante la
notevole mole, è dotato di <b>un’estrema agilità e velocità</b> nella corsa.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Il colore del mantello varia in base alle stagioni, in estate è
bruno-rossastro mentre assume delle tonalità grigie in inverno. I
piccoli, invece, nei primi mesi di vita hanno una <i><b>pelliccia maculata</b></i>. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Il <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">cervo</span></i></b> maschio è dotato di un <b>palco</b>, ovvero di <b>corna</b>, che cade in inverno per poi riformarsi dopo pochi mesi<i>. </i></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />La figura del <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">cervo</span></i></b> occupa una figura di primo piano nella <i><b><span style="color: #04ff00;">mitologia
celtica</span></b></i> che lo considera un animale soprannaturale. Il potente dio di
tutti gli animali della foresta, <b><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Cernunnos </span></i></b>era raffigurato con la testa
di un <b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">cervo</span></i></b> dal cui palco si irraggiava una luce divina.</span>
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(dalla rete)</i>.</span> <br /></div></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-34117655448701918732024-02-27T08:14:00.005+01:002024-02-27T08:21:58.032+01:00Hypnos<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHoJoMlO3BAPZa-KeMwHAoIVOC4g0NFUOStg0NpM0IiW14wQg57R57xfL9fa_4rPaXqmZT4hLCXGmn7Al6oNJAbHF3u30-IT7Q7sJl9aWImYA7m_weqxdWu7fFcP7tmeo92JtkKHBr0_1b8HgeVbh5mRkXrzKsE0IZIz4cNi7swm_kx0_qtpQSLdXsV4/s550/hypnos-nyx.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="550" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHoJoMlO3BAPZa-KeMwHAoIVOC4g0NFUOStg0NpM0IiW14wQg57R57xfL9fa_4rPaXqmZT4hLCXGmn7Al6oNJAbHF3u30-IT7Q7sJl9aWImYA7m_weqxdWu7fFcP7tmeo92JtkKHBr0_1b8HgeVbh5mRkXrzKsE0IZIz4cNi7swm_kx0_qtpQSLdXsV4/w427-h310/hypnos-nyx.jpg" width="427" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: small;">Hypnos </span></i></b><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: small;">con sua madre</span><b><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: small;"> Nyx</span></i></b><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">il dio del <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Sonno</span></i></b> era padre di <b><span style="color: #04ff00;"><i>Morfeo</i></span> </b>(il dio dei sogni) e fratello di <b><i><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Thanatos</span></i></b>, il dio della Morte, nonché figlio della divinità <b><i><span style="color: #0a0a0a;">Nyx</span></i></b>, dea della Notte e di <b><i><span style="color: #999999;">Erebo</span></i></b>, il dio dell’Oscurità.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La storia (ovviamente ricercata nella mitologia) di <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hypnos</span></span></i></b> è narrata da diversi poeti e scrittori, che lo citano in diverse occasioni nelle loro opere. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Omero</i></b>, nell'<b><i>Iliade</i></b>, definisce <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> <b>e</b> <b><i><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Thanatos</span></i></b> come gemelli (da qui la celebre locuzione latina <i>consanguineus lethi sopor</i>) <b>e</b>
descrive come furono mandati da <b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">Zeus</span></i></b> su richiesta di <b><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Apollo</span></i></b>, per
recuperare il corpo di Sarpedonte, ucciso da Patroclo, per portarlo in
Licia per ricevere gli onori funebri.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La storia di <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> è ricca di episodi leggendari. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Si narra che il suo potere fosse così grande, da riuscire ad addormentare non solo gli umani, ma anche gli dei.</i></b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Molte vicende, infatti, narrano episodi del genere. </span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Una leggenda racconta che <b><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Era</span></i></b> pregò <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> per far addormentare<b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><span style="color: #01ffff;">Zeus</span></i></b>, con l’intento di permettere a <b><i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Poseidone</span></i></b> di uccidere <b><i>Eracle</i></b>. Al risveglio, <i><b><span style="color: #01ffff;">Zeus</span></b></i> arrabbiatosi molto, lo lanciò in mare; <i><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></b></i>, per sua fortuna, fu salvato da sua madre <b><i><span style="color: #0a0a0a;">Nyx</span></i></b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anche in un altro episodio, <b><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Era</span></i></b> richiese l’aiuto di <i><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></b></i> per addormentare <b><i><span style="color: #01ffff;">Zeus</span></i></b>, ma il dio si lasciò persuadere solo con la promessa di sposare una delle Grazie, <b><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">Pasitea</span></i></b>. Fu solo allora, infatti, che <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> assunse le sembianze di un uccello e riaddormentò il dio dell’Olimpo.</span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BCj2Yb8ZAyxKhawhkJ2I8zisRdjwpho21kbSu0gcXsHx0io713ks6lx_j3yrdnoRgaDg1OkV2_VG3C0ETfqnZ3D0eXB3lFvfb0VXqYKJ31tGzHokABbx3kwlHuBtng7wIyskf8hsIgW1xtNsA1TXZhqQaeLfutBdo4KnfAsQ9Xp7-ZFj3c1FMqVo6UfH/s640/Hypnos-dio-del-Sonno-1226191274.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="640" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BCj2Yb8ZAyxKhawhkJ2I8zisRdjwpho21kbSu0gcXsHx0io713ks6lx_j3yrdnoRgaDg1OkV2_VG3C0ETfqnZ3D0eXB3lFvfb0VXqYKJ31tGzHokABbx3kwlHuBtng7wIyskf8hsIgW1xtNsA1TXZhqQaeLfutBdo4KnfAsQ9Xp7-ZFj3c1FMqVo6UfH/w534-h355/Hypnos-dio-del-Sonno-1226191274.jpg" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Hypnos</i></b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">, il dio del sonno</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Al sonno</span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Sonno soave, il tuo suggello nero<br />sopra l'aride palpebre m'imprimi.<br />Sosta a lungo su me, tu che sopprimi<br />tedio di vita e male di pensiero.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Fasciami di torpor, se il tuo mistero<br />non ha asprezza d'aneliti che limi,<br />se i più dolenti s'inabissan primi<br />nel nulla d'un morire passeggiero.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Non darmi sogni; lasciami in letargo<br />giacer, con le tue dita sui miei cigli,<br />sotto il tepor del tuo mantello largo.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Se puoi, le dita sui miei occhi tieni<br />fin che il Signore mio giunga e bisbigli<br />al mio orecchio: – È l'aurora. Alzati e vieni! </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Amalia Guglielminetti</b></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6K8xwyKU2CTPY0phnqsJSwqGCj2abLHuEjN5_oEgK5bRTQJs246AY5HcnqLM8DX_Ew0Gj26Gr0GZ28szzHq4xlfHcYJm_wNeLDt4BFYnN7uwGtZXqkSsIY5_o70Uo1vebGgyBseoM70mnHdCzXAsw9Omn2sGRmGC_RZsiglxhvWerxVIy2Fy_Wqm4-yA/s775/hypnos-thanatos.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="775" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6K8xwyKU2CTPY0phnqsJSwqGCj2abLHuEjN5_oEgK5bRTQJs246AY5HcnqLM8DX_Ew0Gj26Gr0GZ28szzHq4xlfHcYJm_wNeLDt4BFYnN7uwGtZXqkSsIY5_o70Uo1vebGgyBseoM70mnHdCzXAsw9Omn2sGRmGC_RZsiglxhvWerxVIy2Fy_Wqm4-yA/w456-h357/hypnos-thanatos.jpg" width="456" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Hypnos </span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;">e suo fratello</span><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Thanatos</span></b></i></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Secondo <b><i>Esiodo</i></b>, <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos </span></i></b>risiedeva
in una terra sconosciuta situata ad ovest, mentre per Omero il dio
viveva nella città di Lemnos. <i><b> </b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><b>Esiodo</b></i>, inoltre, ne descrive persino la
dimora, costituita da due porte: una trasparente, da cui fuoriuscivano i
sogni reali e una d’avorio, destinata invece ai sogni fittizi.</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Non dormo più tanto bene</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>e il sonno spesso è incubo;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>ansiogene giornate ricalcano </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>notti a correre il mattino...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> è un dio dotato di una forte personalità; dalla sua unione con <i><b><span style="color: #ea9999;">Pasitea</span></b></i> nacquero numerosi figli, tra cui <b>Morfeo</b>, <b>Icelo</b>, <b>Momo</b>, <b>Fantaso</b> e <b>Fobetore</b>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La storia di <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> è la storia di un personaggio buono, che interviene
per aiutare gli uomini e gli dei in difficoltà, utilizzando il sonno
come potere eccezionale. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La mitologia greca è ricca di dei, le cui
personalità hanno forte valore <b>simbolico</b>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Tra gli dei più conosciuti della mitologia, <i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i> è uno dei più importanti.</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Capace di restituire vigore, apportando un sonno <b>ristoratore</b>, <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> era evocato dagli uomini per lenire le <b>fatiche</b> della giornata, affinchè potessero riposare <b>bene</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Intorno alla sua figura mitologica si sono concentrate molte leggende, narrata da
grandi scrittori come Esodo e Omero. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In tutte, <b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hypnos</span></i></b> appare come un dio
benevolo, che non esitava ad aiutare uomini e dei.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>(dalla rete)</i></span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-10634899054100349262024-02-26T06:48:00.007+01:002024-02-26T06:50:44.316+01:00Protocollo cittadino #113 (Senso)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaQ09b0lnds4m5aDbTk0FMkh_mLHoRfZu7nUFnAsjNV-HSOikOwtkiRxLBOTs5eU3KV3IKsNHnTcm_uT9QbP0WoJCFYcNJvNpXmFXDVSyiymV3CRkimVUkOekEZrW1wMC__N95-ihL5NuMdRuAjfhzUwVUqj89MPR5_lcViVK_8HknFwt4MeZGViteFh0/s1030/Quella-sensazione...-1030x686-1049604327.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="1030" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaQ09b0lnds4m5aDbTk0FMkh_mLHoRfZu7nUFnAsjNV-HSOikOwtkiRxLBOTs5eU3KV3IKsNHnTcm_uT9QbP0WoJCFYcNJvNpXmFXDVSyiymV3CRkimVUkOekEZrW1wMC__N95-ihL5NuMdRuAjfhzUwVUqj89MPR5_lcViVK_8HknFwt4MeZGViteFh0/w478-h290/Quella-sensazione...-1030x686-1049604327.jpg" width="478" /></a><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Senso</span></b></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Scrivo sommerso dal senso</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>di cose che faccio e non amo;</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>vorrei tornare bambino e vivere</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>di scorsi nascosti e sorrisi...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Gujil </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><b> </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><b> </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><i>Senso</i></span></b></span>
è la facoltà di ricevere impressioni da stimoli esterni o interni, o la
funzione percettiva di un organo. Può anche indicare la coscienza, la
sensazione, lo stato d'animo o il significato di una cosa.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span>(dalla rete) </span></span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-73393684155932578782024-02-25T08:28:00.011+01:002024-02-25T08:39:34.915+01:00Rattrappite ali<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEq7OFUZ3vIPqSSVNgujJrJ0BiMEWSk-IFCkAV_TqXBp5LSj9iCPNF88s_n3ytnqp3Usltnt8Dq463XGEcmPot1W23s1Dlgp-hJDnq_tuvzyt6vfgFNsCICNGjF8F4ARf1KFyI0yzhaSSlYdgi-e9Gk9QFuBEDqAIvN7ea535x3oUVI3VOalDK-VABEgr8/s960/916A635F-EFF1-48A8-8E32-61BC8BF1514F-960x632-859972633.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="960" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEq7OFUZ3vIPqSSVNgujJrJ0BiMEWSk-IFCkAV_TqXBp5LSj9iCPNF88s_n3ytnqp3Usltnt8Dq463XGEcmPot1W23s1Dlgp-hJDnq_tuvzyt6vfgFNsCICNGjF8F4ARf1KFyI0yzhaSSlYdgi-e9Gk9QFuBEDqAIvN7ea535x3oUVI3VOalDK-VABEgr8/w547-h361/916A635F-EFF1-48A8-8E32-61BC8BF1514F-960x632-859972633.jpeg" width="547" /></a><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span><span style="font-size: large;">Rattrappite ali</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Ho rattrappite </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>ali </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>per volare</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>nei cieli del mio cuore arido</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>nella ricerca di magico elisir <br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>rivedo lunghi notturni estivi.</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Patteggiamenti e compromessi</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>insidiano verginità improbabili</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>solo! come mai da tempi lontani</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>ricerco lidi fatati sognati invano.</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Questo grigio incombe e schiaccia</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>lungo crinali velati da lacrime</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>nescoste da un velo di tristezze</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>le mie ali sbattono inutili voli...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span> Anonimo</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>del XX° Secolo</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Poesie ritrovate</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8GysvomqfA5ZSVbkj3j7ia-66RMfWqO4LznRYFI_lwfwc7FvIaa_r5fJuKB8Pcj8KhSkypC51JE6D38TQOB0TmZldzpr-KEchxA8EIu6VBnIqLnB4k6sqrI7z5s7BDrRmETEBY-nr1N3LtFS7PoSm9MQkzaZU9Ql4S1Q7z1xttiU1Lk0jn-7uu-5nhI/s975/Rattra.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; 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font-size: large;">Rattrappito</span><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-body1 css-1rmcmsc" style="font-family: verdana;"> </b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">aggettivo [part. pass. di <i class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">rattrappire</i>].</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">[di arto e sim., soggetto a contrazione, irrigidimento, ecc.: <i class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">mani, gambe, membra, <b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">ali </span></b>rattrappite</i>]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">-TRECCANI- <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: verdana;">≈ anchilosato, bloccato, contratto, irrigidito, (<i class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">ant</i>.) rattrappato, (<i class="MuiTypography-root MuiTypography-italic css-uehu9e">lett</i>.) rattratto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: verdana;">[per il freddo] aggranchito, [per il freddo] intirizzito, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: verdana;">[per il freddo] raggranchiato.</span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-27482495326410962972024-02-24T07:52:00.010+01:002024-02-24T07:57:50.067+01:00Giardini (d'inverno)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkWG1fw94nFMlusIt88nFTdUkodObUiXribiYgk7YceHVQJBLhyphenhyphenpbywKIFnAzv9B5JkA1MNxCxfPQIPGBMMAHQlRm5lySYN2bAO1qvFvf88RXEL6oTtK-WWlBui_Iz8kjkkgJ8a27ZN84rf7aCr5yzXPc394SzZpaONLXNKgftWz-cz9E3zYvnAIvecw/s745/come-preparare-un-giardino-invernale_NG1-4274570240.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="745" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkWG1fw94nFMlusIt88nFTdUkodObUiXribiYgk7YceHVQJBLhyphenhyphenpbywKIFnAzv9B5JkA1MNxCxfPQIPGBMMAHQlRm5lySYN2bAO1qvFvf88RXEL6oTtK-WWlBui_Iz8kjkkgJ8a27ZN84rf7aCr5yzXPc394SzZpaONLXNKgftWz-cz9E3zYvnAIvecw/w512-h383/come-preparare-un-giardino-invernale_NG1-4274570240.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #04ff00; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Giardini</span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: verdana;"><b>O piccoli giardini addormentati<br />in un sonno di pace e di dolcezze,<br />o piccoli custodi rassegnati<br />di sussurri, di baci e di carezze;</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: verdana;"><b>o ritrovi di sogni immacolati,<br />di desideri puri e di tristezze<br />infinite, o giardini ove gli alati<br />cantori sanno di notturne ebbrezze,</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: verdana;"><b>o quanto v’amo! I sogni che rinserra<br />il mio core, fioriscono, o giardini,<br />lungo i viali, ne le vostre aiuole. </b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: verdana;"><b>Io v’amo, io v’amo, o fecondati al sole<br />di primavera in languidi mattini,<br />o giardini, sorrisi de la terra!</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #04ff00; font-family: verdana;">Sergio Corazzini</b></span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sJl2rje_JEa8xs9EjV8jwJzEG8o9PY4UWM3dqE4AUtYfbZyinFKpGeYR8OtiW_wqRckl3goyYS2FldMvy23pOlu7rAl3xaU1hhZkEEfGCYQ8WHmrz203_a188yvdmH2Bu2OqJ-8kqqZB6j-KHDw3ZVlJh2qvjodALqKzryqNL9PsoCbFDb_M_4H3QM8z/s1160/giardino_d_inverno-francesco_fedelfio-architempore-1160x870-1483331124.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="1160" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sJl2rje_JEa8xs9EjV8jwJzEG8o9PY4UWM3dqE4AUtYfbZyinFKpGeYR8OtiW_wqRckl3goyYS2FldMvy23pOlu7rAl3xaU1hhZkEEfGCYQ8WHmrz203_a188yvdmH2Bu2OqJ-8kqqZB6j-KHDw3ZVlJh2qvjodALqKzryqNL9PsoCbFDb_M_4H3QM8z/w438-h329/giardino_d_inverno-francesco_fedelfio-architempore-1160x870-1483331124.jpg" width="438" /></a><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cosiddetti <span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: medium;"><i><b>giardini</b>
<b>d'inverno</b></i></span> sono spazi abitativi considerati ibridi, in quanto sono a cavallo tra una situazione<b><i> outdoor</i></b> e <b><i>indoor</i></b>.<br /> A
caratterizzarli sono le grandi vetrate aperte verso l'esterno -
preferibilmente, con affaccio su uno spazio verde ben curato - e la
ricchezza di luce naturale che inonda l'ambiente da tutti i lati. </span></span></span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3; font-family: verdana;"><span><br />Il
<span style="color: #04ff00;"> <b><i>giardino d'inverno</i></b></span> evoca l'idea di uno spazio intimo della casa dove
immergersi nella natura quando fuori è troppo freddo per passeggiare o
dilettarsi con il giardinaggio.</span></span><span class="kY2IgmnCmOGjharHErah" style="-webkit-line-clamp: 3;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <i><br />(dalla rete).</i></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Le piogge cadute daranno</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>linfa alla terra, ai fiori indecisi;</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>primavera alle porte, finisce</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>freddo mai forte, tiepido inverno...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-24118854535489614222024-02-23T07:48:00.003+01:002024-02-23T07:48:19.513+01:00Canzone lombarda<p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #04ff00;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Canzone lombarda</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sui tavoli le bevande si fanno più chiare<br />l’inverno sta per andare di qua.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nell’ampio respiro dell’acqua<br />ch’è sgorgata col verde delle piazze<br />vanno ragazze in lucenti vestiti.<br />Noi dietro vetri in agguato.<br />Ma quelle su uno svolto strette a sciami<br />un canto fanno d’angeli<br />e trascorrono:<br /></span></b></span><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span> </span></span></b></span><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span> <i> <span> </span><span> </span></i></span><i>– Digradante a cerchi<br /></i></span></b></span><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span> </span></i></span></b></span><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>in libertà di prati, città,<br /></i></span></b></span><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span> </span></i></span></b></span><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span> </span>a primavera.</i></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">E noi ci si sente lombardi<br />e noi si pensa<br />a migrazioni per campi<br />nell’ombra dei sottopassaggi.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #04ff00;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vittorio Sereni</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i style="color: #38761d;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyixdyK0vXSzoRcAcbM12JNRdaHbAIEO3hDRdmyGacnW6VkDetGilcItvo7lZ9C_rfX7hleIcSJWN5nKmWkjeDwyYKPTB_UCCTWbz8DP7iRwWSBb-VYeDQAFktBsDlzl_0FBDO84mhIVq3D2K3vaZAOY2-SVkCjnyqO9DEvqgasnP5xYXb_-lyaCKmsUo/s500/planet-observer_PORLM-2131083577.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="500" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyixdyK0vXSzoRcAcbM12JNRdaHbAIEO3hDRdmyGacnW6VkDetGilcItvo7lZ9C_rfX7hleIcSJWN5nKmWkjeDwyYKPTB_UCCTWbz8DP7iRwWSBb-VYeDQAFktBsDlzl_0FBDO84mhIVq3D2K3vaZAOY2-SVkCjnyqO9DEvqgasnP5xYXb_-lyaCKmsUo/w640-h416/planet-observer_PORLM-2131083577.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Terra amata in cui vivo esprime</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>concetti già carichi d'acquarelli;</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>colori vivaci o stinti comprimo</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>gelo che piange perduto amore...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <br /></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414973283210370467.post-32940833924906067122024-02-22T06:44:00.006+01:002024-02-22T06:48:14.223+01:00Protocollo cittadino #112 (Solo)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6thNuNTP4hfNOv6xl-nEcWsQZKBp_yyrf65iAFaZdVeSSp2xdbHn-3igpIzQj_BnFiOc5lXFreQeL_OG6BZzyBk37ulgttrBHwOdxiQtM01HnL8rJwGJGinfxyYa48oaRlgNEFZU9KPxbWKBBXKSjsQK2FMs56mtrPdY70MzdOTsWFtwl9Jq1aGMM51U7/s315/2-1070692259.jpg" style="clear: left; 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font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>l'anima, il suore, la mente</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>solo nel silenzio vago;</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>mattinata d'inverno, grigia</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>come tabula dei miei pensieri...</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><i><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><span><b><span>Gujil</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Tabula rasa</span></i></b> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La <b><i>Tabula rasa</i></b> era la tavoletta ricoperta da un sottilissimo strato di cera usata dagli <b>antichi Romani</b>
per scrivere; si poteva raschiare, rendendo liscio e regolare (per
questo <i><b>“rasa”</b></i>), cancellando così tutto quello che era stato scritto
prima e riutilizzare, perché la cera veniva pareggiata con una spatola,
per scriverci sopra di nuovo.<br /> Si trattava di una tavoletta di legno <b><i>(tabula)</i></b> provvista di un incavo
che veniva riempito di cera e costituiva una superficie su cui si
poteva scrivere incidendo con un bastoncino (<i>stilus</i> o <i>graphium</i>) appuntito di osso o di metallo.<br /> Per cancellare si utilizzava il retro del bastoncino costituito da una piccola spatola.<br /> Il termine oggi è utilizzato anche <i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><b>in senso metaforico</b>: <b>chi è una tabula rasa</b>
non sa, non è preparato in un dato campo o anche ha la testa
completamente vuota; si indica quindi una persona del tutto priva di
idee o di conoscenze. </span></i><br />Invece l’espressione <span style="color: #fcff01;"><b>fare tabula rasa</b>
significa “cancellare”, “azzerare” una situazione, per poi ricominciare
da capo </span>(l’espressione equivalente è “fare piazza pulita”).<br /><i>(dalla rete).</i></span> <br /></p></div>Gujilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494976386454197952noreply@blogger.com0