<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fbrendondarknes.spaces.live.com%2fcategory%2fRacconti%2bper%2britrovare%2bil%2bsenso%2bdella%2bvita%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>*¯`·.TEATRO DEI PASSI PERDUTI.·`¯*: Racconti per ritrovare il senso della vita</title><description /><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catRacconti%2bper%2britrovare%2bil%2bsenso%2bdella%2bvita</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:34:07 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:34:07 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blogcategory</live:type><live:identity><live:id>8744373775346381977</live:id><live:alias>brendondarknes</live:alias></live:identity><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>L'amore</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!5640.entry</link><description>&lt;table style="width:779px;height:410px" bordercolor="#c0000e" cellspacing=1 cellpadding=1 align=center background="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/Brendon_021/cuori20amorevo8.gif" border=0&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;L'amore è dolce, intenso e triste. &lt;br&gt;È dolce scoprirlo... è intenso viverlo... è triste perderlo...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;img style="width:194px;height:259px" height=642 alt="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/Brendon_021/Uccellidirovo.jpg" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/Brendon_021/Uccellidirovo.jpg" width=600&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;Uccelli di rovo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;Un uccello canta una sola volta nella vita , ma quando lascia il nido cerca disperatamente un grande rovo , e non trova riposo finchè non l'abbia trovato, e solo allora lui canta più soavemente di ogni altra creatura , e cantando si precipita sulla spina più lunga e affilata del rovo. Mentre sta morendo , vince il tormento atroce della sua agonia , superando nella melodia l'allodola, e l'usignolo. L'uccello di rovo sacrifica la sua vita per cantare una sola volta , ma il mondo intero si ferma e tace per ascoltarlo, e Dio sorride lassù in paradiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+L'amore&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!5640.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!5640.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 14:40:39 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>50</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!5640/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!5640.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-14T16:48:36Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>La pecora Fuggiasca</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!3799.entry</link><description>&lt;table style="width:799px;height:1409px" bordercolor="#ccccff" cellpadding=1 align=center background="http://www.ilboscoincantato.com/risorse/sfondi/immagini/due/00360910.jpg" border=0&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=slateblue size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="width:500px;height:37px" height=45 src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars17/cactus.gif" width=606&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;Una pecora trovò un buco nel recinto e così si decise a scappare , &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;soddisfatta di essere finalmente libera . &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;Camminò per molto tempo e smarrì la strada del ritorno .&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solamente allora si rese conto che un lupo affamato la seguiva da vicino . &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;La pecora corse , ma ancora di più corse il lupo , &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;finchè i pastori arrivarono in tempo e , salvatala dalla bestia feroce , &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;la riportarono a casa con molta tenerezza . &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nonostante i consigli degli amici che avevano visto l’accaduto ,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;il pastore si rifiutò di chiudere il buco nel recinto &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;da dove la pecorella era fuggita . &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;Diceva infatti : “E’ importante garantirle la libertà”. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Copperplate Gothic Bold'"&gt;   &lt;img alt="L'immagine “http://www.assarca.com/artisti/opere_accumoli/pecore_accumoli.jpg” non può essere visualizzata poiché contiene degli errori." src="http://www.assarca.com/artisti/opere_accumoli/pecore_accumoli.jpg" width=446&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+La+pecora+Fuggiasca&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!3799.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!3799.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 06:59:34 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>20</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!3799/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!3799.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-09-16T17:04:14Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>L'inverno Russo</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!3197.entry</link><description>&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing=1 cellpadding=1 align=center background="http://www.ilboscoincantato.com/risorse/sfondi/immagini/due/cel3a.jpg" border=0&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Castellar"&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;img style="width:762px;height:19px" height=10 src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars13/rbani.gif" width=712&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New, Courier, Monospace"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Castellar"&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New, Courier, Monospace" size=5&gt;Quando si stava tracciando il confine tra la Russia e la Finlandia , a un agricoltore che viveva in quella zona fu chiesto di decidere se stare in Finlandia &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Castellar"&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New, Courier, Monospace" size=5&gt;o in Russia . Dopo lungo tempo decise che preferiva stare in Finlandia ,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Castellar"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New, Courier, Monospace"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=5&gt;ma non voleva offendere gli ufficiali russi . Questi vennero a fargli visita , e vollero sapere le ragioni della sua decisione . Gli chiesero : “Perché hai scelto di vivere in Finlandia ? Non ti piace il nostro paese? “ . Il contadino rispose :” E’ sempre stato il mio desiderio vivere nella grande madre Russia, ma temo che alla mia età non potrei sopravvivere ai rigori di un inverno russo“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;…..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img style="width:554px;height:482px" height=433 alt="L'immagine “http://www.certosini.info/immaginicertosine/albums/icoloridelsilenzio/solitudine/mb_cs_63.jpg” non può essere visualizzata poiché contiene degli errori." src="http://www.certosini.info/immaginicertosine/albums/icoloridelsilenzio/solitudine/mb_cs_63.jpg" width=420&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars28/abrown.gif"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600" size=7&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;n uomo voleva entrare in un ordine religioso molto duro . Gli venne spiegato che la regola dell’ordine consentiva di parlare all’abate soltanto una volta ogni cinque anni , e anche in quell’occasione poteva dire solo due parole. Dopo cinque anni l’abate chiamò l’uomo e gli chiese:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”Dimmi le tue due parole”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L’uomo disse :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”Cibo terribile”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dopo altri cinque anni , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l’uomo disse all’abate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”Letto duro”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passarono altri cinque anni e ciò che l’uomo disse fu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Stanza fredda”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La volta successiva , però , l’uomo si espresse così :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ho deciso di andarmene”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E l’abate :”Non mi meraviglio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da quando sei arrivato non hai fatto altro che lamentarti”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Old English Text MT'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+Solo+due+parole&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2877.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2877.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2005 18:00:00 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>24</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2877/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2877.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-09-16T17:23:02Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Tacchino in trappola</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2512.entry</link><description>&lt;table style="width:800px;height:1119px" bordercolor="#c0000e" cellspacing=1 cellpadding=1 align=center background="http://www.ilboscoincantato.com/risorse/sfondi/immagini/due/sf1.gif" border=0&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;img height=315 alt="gallo che lotta con tacchino" src="http://www.ilpollaiodelre.com/ImmGraficheSito/tacchinoLottaGallo2.jpg" width=380 border=2&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=slateblue size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars20/bbqchicken.gif"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;font style="background-color:#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Un vecchio indiano e il suo nipotino , trovate impronte fresche di tacchino , decisero di costruire una trappola . Scavarono una buca abbastanza profonda , la ricoprirono con dei rami , spargendovi poi sopra dell’erba.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt; Con il coltello ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt; l’indiano scavò un solco che dalla buca risaliva verso le orme del tacchino . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Lungo il tragitto sparse dei chicchi di grano , gettandone una bella manciata nella buca .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt; Poi se ne andarono . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Prima di rincasare , tornarono alla trappola richiamati dai gorgoglii delle prede . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Alcuni tacchini erano nella buca a iggozzarsi di mais .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Il ragazzo chiese al nonno : “ L’apertura è libera , basterebbe che abbassassero e protrebbero andarsene . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Perché non lo fanno? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Il nonno prese un grosso tacchino , lo legò e disse : “Il tacchino è come certe persone .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt; Siccome crede di sapere tutto , non si degna di guardare in basso per vedere cosa c’è intorno . Tiene sempre la testa in aria , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:Harrington"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000"&gt;troppo in alto per imparare qualcosa“.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+Tacchino+in+trappola&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2512.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2512.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 18:58:24 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>25</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2512/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!2512.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-09-25T09:25:28Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>L'aquila-Gallina</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!1634.entry</link><description>&lt;table bordercolor="#c0000e" cellspacing=1 cellpadding=1 align=center background="http://www.ilboscoincantato.com/risorse/sfondi/immagini/due/sf36.gif" border=0&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;img style="width:686px;height:494px" height=375 src="http://www.prnetwork.it/foto/images/Animali/Uccelli/192.jpg" width=500&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=slateblue size="+1"&gt;&lt;img height=52 src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars15/palmy.gif" width=500&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font color="#cc3300"&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Asimov size=5&gt;Un uomo trovò un uovo di aquila sulla cima di un monte e lo mise insieme alle uova che dovevano essere covate da una gallina .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;Al tempo opportuno l’aquilotto nacque con gli altri pulcini .&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;Crebbe con loro , imparò a chiocciare , a razzolare , a cercare vermiciattoli , limitandosi a salire solo sui rami bassi delle piante , proprio come le galline .&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;La sua vita trascorreva nella consapevolezza di essere una gallina .&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;Un giorno ormai vecchia , l’aquila alzando gli occhi al cielo , vide un uccello stupendo volteggiare liberamente e senza sforzo nell’azzurro cielo .&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;La vecchia aquila ne restò impressionata e chiese alla sua vicina :&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;“ Che uccello è quello?”.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;Quella rispose : “Oh , è l’aquila , la regina dei cieli . Ma non pensarci . Noi viviamo sulla terra perché siamo soltanto galline “.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000" face=Asimov color="#cc3300" size=5&gt;La vecchia aquila non guardò più in cielo , e morì convinta di essere una gallina.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=cornflowerblue size="+1"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=slateblue size="+1"&gt;&lt;img height=52 src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars15/palmy.gif" width=500&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align:center" align=center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=cornflowerblue size="+1"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;    &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;  &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;    &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;  &lt;img style="width:180px;height:184px" height=141 src="http://plaatjessite.mine.nu/nanda/vogels/struisvogeltje1.gif" width=122&gt;  &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;   &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;  &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt;    &lt;img height=32 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divestrelas/estrelinhaanju.gif" width=32 border=0&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;&lt;font style="background-color:#000000"&gt;&lt;font face=Algerian&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un giorno Buddha  era seduto con intorno i suoi discepoli , quando apparve un anziano che gli chiese : “ Quanto tempo vuoi vivere ? Chiedi anche un milione di anni e ti saranno concessi “ . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senza esitare Buddha rispose : “ Ottant’anni “ . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=Algerian size=5&gt;I discepoli protestarono :” Maestro , perché non hai chiesto un milione di anni ? Pensa al bene che avresti potuto fare a centinaia di generazioni ! “ . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=Algerian size=5&gt;Ma Buddha ribattè con un sorriso : “ Se io vivessi un milione di anni , gli uomini sarebbero più interessati a scoprire come allungarsi la vita che a ottenere la sapienza“ .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img height=480 alt="varansi sadhu" src="http://www.fuggire.it/india/varanasi2/2684_varansi_sadhu.jpg" width=311 border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Felix Titling"&gt;Un Guru stava tentando di spiegare a una folla il modo in cui gli esseri umani reagiscono alle parole , di come si nutrono di parole piuttosto che di realtà .U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Felix Titling"&gt;no degli uomini si alzò e protestò , dicendo”Non sono d’accordo sul fatto che le parole abbiano un effetto di questa portata su di noi “.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Felix Titling"&gt;Il Guru rispose : “Siediti figlio di ……..” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Felix Titling"&gt;L’uomo divenne livido di rabbia e disse : “ Tu ti definisci una persona illuminata , un Guru , un maestro , ma dovresti vergognarti di te stesso “ . Il Guru allora rispose : “ Perdonami mi sono lasciato trasportare . Non volevo . Chiedo scusa “ . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Felix Titling"&gt;L’uomo si calmò . Allora il Guru disse : “ Sono bastate poche parole per scatenare la tempesta dentro di te ; e ne sono bastate poche altre per farti calmare nuovamente , non e vero?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+Il+potere+delle+parole&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!1203.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!1203.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2005 12:29:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!1203/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!1203.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-10-01T17:24:30Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>La pietra preziosa</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!875.entry</link><description>&lt;div style="border-right:#336699 6px double;border-top:#336699 6px double;border-left:#336699 6px double;width:100%;border-bottom:#336699 6px double;height:100%;background-color:#ffcc00"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" size=5&gt;                                    &lt;img height=48 src="http://www.webgif.com/prezi_ani/ge11.gif" width=52 border=0&gt;                                    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#cccc99" size=5&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;Un uomo corse incontro a un monaco che passava per il suo villaggio.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;“ Dammi la pietra , la pietra preziosa ! “ il monaco gli chiese:&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;“ Di quale pietra stai parlando? “ &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;E l’uomo : “ Questa notte ho sognato che l’indomani un monaco passerà per il villaggio . Mi darà una pietra che porta con sé , e diventerò l’uomo più ricco del mondo “ . &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;“ Perciò dammi la pietra “ . &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;Il monaco rovistò nel suo sacco e tirò fuori un grosso diamante . &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;“ E’ questa la pietra che vuoi ? Prendila .” &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Harlow Solid Italic" color="#336600" size=5&gt;L’uomo la prese e corse a casa felice . Ma quella notte non riuscì a dormire e all’alba tornò dal monaco e gli disse : “ Riprenditi il diamante . Preferisco tu mi dia ciò che ti rende capace di disfarti della ricchezza “&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+La+pietra+preziosa&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!875.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!875.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 17:51:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>17</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!875/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!875.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-03T19:05:57Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>La nota giusta</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!680.entry</link><description>&lt;div style="border-right:#336699 6px double;border-top:#336699 6px double;border-left:#336699 6px double;width:100%;border-bottom:#336699 6px double;height:100%;background-color:#cccccc"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;                          &lt;img height=120 src="http://digilander.libero.it/gifsanimati/images/john-lennon.gif" width=85 border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" color="#cc3300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un giorno un vecchio musicista stava strimpellando la sua chitarra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" color="#cc3300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sulla piazza del mercato, suonando sempre la stesa nota .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" color="#cc3300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dopo un po’ intorno a lui si raccolse una folla di gente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" color="#cc3300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e uno degli uomini gli disse :”E’ bella questa nota che stai suonando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" color="#cc3300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma perché non fai qualche variazione, come fanno gli altri musicisti?”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc3300"&gt;“Quegli stupidi! “ Esclamò il vecchio . “Loro cercano la nota giusta . Io invece l’ho trovata.”  &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" color="#ff9966" size=6&gt;   &lt;img height=66 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/divmusicais/notas.gif" width=153 border=0&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+La+nota+giusta&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!680.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!680.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 20:03:56 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>15</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!680/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!680.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-03T18:53:24Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>La rosa è dolce</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!658.entry</link><description>&lt;div style="border-right:#336699 6px double;border-top:#336699 6px double;border-left:#336699 6px double;width:100%;border-bottom:#336699 6px double;height:100%;background-color:#ffff00"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face=Flubber&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face=Flubber&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0033"&gt;                                   &lt;img style="width:172px;height:143px" height=143 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/flores/ROSAS.gif" width=172 border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face=Flubber&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0033"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0033"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0033"&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Un cieco chiese a un amico di descrivergli il colore di una rosa .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Gli pose delle domande ben precise : “ E’ freddo o caldo? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;E’ grande o piccolo? E’ ruvido o morbido? “ .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;L’amico non sapeva cosa rispondere ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;perché il cieco faceva delle domande basandosi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;sulla propria esperienza tattile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Poiché l’amico era un buongustaio , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;pensò di dare una buona spiegazione dicendo :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;“ Il colore di quella rosa è dolce come il miele “.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Un giorno l’uomo recuperò la vista e quando l’amico gli chiese :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;“Allora, hai visto il colore della rosa? “quegli rispose di no ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;perché cercava la dolcezza del miele . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Era così legato all’idea che se ne era fatto che , pur vedendo la rosa ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Sans"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;non la poteva riconoscere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+La+rosa+%c3%a8+dolce&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!658.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!658.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2005 05:11:09 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!658/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!658.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-25T19:34:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Il pesciolino e l'oceano</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!536.entry</link><description>&lt;div style="border-right:#336699 6px double;border-top:#336699 6px double;border-left:#336699 6px double;width:100%;border-bottom:#336699 6px double;height:100%;background-color:#ccffcc"&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face=X-Files&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffcc"&gt;&lt;img height=50 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/animaispeixes/k12.gif" width=500 border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face=X-Files&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffcc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Cataneo BT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;Un pesciolino cercava l’oceano e chiedeva informazioni a chiunque incontrasse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;“Scusate” diceva. “Sto cercando l’oceano, sapete dirmi dove  posso trovarlo?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;Ma pareva che nessuno lo sapesse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;Finalmente un giorno incontrò un pesce più anziano e saggio che gli rispose:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;“Certo che lo so dov’è l’oceano” .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;“Dove, dove?”Chiese ansiosamente  il pesciolino. “ Ma non vedi? L’oceano è qui,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;intorno a te. Ci stai nuotando dentro.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;Ma la risposta non convinse il pesciolino:”Questo non è l’oceano. E’ solo acqua”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0099ff" size=3&gt;Disse fra sé, e nuotò in un'altra direzione alla ricerca di una diversa, più soddisfacente risposta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#33ffff" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff0033" size=3&gt;La realtà è tutta qui, di fronte a noi, ma siamo talmente abituati a guardare nel modo sbagliato,&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff0033" size=3&gt;che finiamo per non percepirla nel modo giusto &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt; 
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+Il+pesciolino+e+l'oceano&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!536.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!536.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 19:15:16 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!536/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!536.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-03T19:08:21Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>La legge della vita</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!470.entry</link><description>&lt;div style="border-right:#336699 6px double;border-top:#336699 6px double;border-left:#336699 6px double;width:100%;border-bottom:#336699 6px double;height:100%;background-color:#ffcc66"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face=X-Files color="#ffcc99"&gt;                &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=X-Files color="#ffcc99" size=2&gt;    &lt;img height=77 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/animaisjacare/955D28DB.gif" width=94 border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face=X-Files color="#ffcc99"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#333366"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Un ragazzino vide un coccodrillo intrappolato in una rete . Questi lo scongiurò di liberarlo,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333366"&gt;assicurandogli che non gli avrebbe fatto del male.. il giovanotto, commosso, lo aiutò ad uscire dalla rete, e il coccodrillo immediatamente lo catturò dicendo:”Non prendertela a male. Questa è la legge&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333366"&gt;della vita”. Il ragazzo disse di non essere d’accordo e il coccodrillo accettò di chiedere il parere&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333366"&gt;di qualche altro animale. Un uccello disse di essere d’accordo col coccodrillo, raccontando dei suoi piccoli divorati da un serpente, e così pure un asino che, ormai vecchio , era stato abbandonato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333366"&gt;dal padrone nella giungla. Come ultima possibilità, il ragazzo interpellò un coniglio, il quale chiese al coccodrillo di lasciare andare momentaneamente il ragazzo per poter discutere tutti insieme il problema.”Se tentasse di fuggire “ disse “ lo atterrerai con un colpo di coda.” Ma appena il coccodrillo lasciò libero il ragazzo, questi, incitato dal coniglio, fuggì e corse al villaggio per chiamare gli uomini che, arrivati sul posto, catturarono il coccodrillo. Nel frattempo sopraggiunse&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333366"&gt;il cane del ragazzo che, visto il coniglio, gli saltò , gli saltò addosso e lo uccise. Il giovanotto,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333366"&gt;guardando morire il coniglio, gli sussurrò con tristezza:”Aveva ragione il coccodrillo: il mondo funziona così, è la legge della vita&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+La+legge+della+vita&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!470.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!470.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 18:17:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!470/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!470.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-03T19:10:38Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Il leone pecora</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!341.entry</link><description>&lt;div style="border-right:#336699 6px double;border-top:#336699 6px double;border-left:#336699 6px double;width:100%;border-bottom:#336699 6px double;height:100%;background-color:#663300"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9966"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height=56 src="http://www.magiagifs.hpg.ig.com.br/animaisfelinos/sa.gif" width=138 border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#da0a0d" size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/barshrts/redbowbar.gif"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Un leone s’imbattè in un gregge e con sua grande sorpresa ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;scorse un altro leone tra le pecore .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Si trattava di un leone cresciuto nel gregge , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;da quando era un cucciolo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Belava come una pecora e si muoveva come una pecora.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Il leone si diresse dritto verso di lui, e quando il leone-pecora &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Si trovò di fronte al leone vero , si mise a tremare come un fuscello.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Il leone gli disse:”Cosa fai in mezzo a queste pecore?”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Il leone-pecora gli rispose:” Sono una pecora”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;E l’altro :” Ho,no che non lo sei. Adesso vieni con me”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;Portò il leone-pecora fino a uno specchio d’acqua e disse .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;:”Guarda” Quando il leone-pecora vide il proprio riflesso nell’acqua&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;emise un potente ruggito. In quel momento si trasformò, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffff00"&gt;e non fu mai più lo stesso.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="LetterOMatic!" color="#ffcc00"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/barshrts/redbowbar.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+Il+leone+pecora&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!341.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!341.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2005 14:25:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!341/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!341.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-04T05:58:30Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Lo scorpione e la rana</title><link>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!178.entry</link><description>&lt;table cellspacing=1 cellpadding=1 align=center background="http://www.ilboscoincantato.com/risorse/sfondi/immagini/due/bg_leaves2.jpg" border=3&gt;
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&lt;p align=center&gt;  &lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;img style="width:202px;height:148px" height=148 alt="" src="http://www.ecplanet.com/pic/2003/08/1061168108/patabuthus_transvaalicus.jpg" width=202 border=1&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#6a5acd" size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars17/orchids.gif"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;Uno scorpione deve attraversare un fiume , ma non sa nuotare,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;vide una rana , e le chiese un passaggio. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;La rana rispose:”Se ti carico sulle mie spalle tu mi pungi di sicuro”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;E lo scorpione risponde:”che interessi avrei a pungerti, sono sulle tue spalle,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;affogheremo tutti e due”. La rana pensò a questo ragionamento, per un po’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;dopo accettò. Si mise lo scorpione sulle spalle e si buttò in acqua.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;Ma a metà strada si sentì un improvviso bruciore su un fianco,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;e capisce che lo scorpione lo aveva punto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;E mentre affondavano nelle onde, la rana gridò,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;:”ma perché mi hai punto stupido, ora annegheremo tutti e due!!”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calligraph421 BT" color="#ccffcc" size=3&gt;E lo scorpione rispose:”Non posso farne a meno è nella mia natura”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars17/orchids.gif"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;img style="width:202px;height:152px" height=152 alt="" src="http://www.prnetwork.it/foto/images/Animali/Anfibi 2/235.jpg" width=202&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=8744373775346381977&amp;page=RSS%3a+Lo+scorpione+e+la+rana&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=brendondarknes.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=brendondarknes"&gt;</description><comments>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!178.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!178.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 20:19:30 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!178/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://brendondarknes.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!795A419E76C33499!178.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-12-04T13:04:32Z</dcterms:modified></item></channel></rss>