tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770947309307133972024-02-22T06:46:53.026-08:00NakeDadaD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-31027897483792069622010-02-17T06:15:00.000-08:002010-02-17T06:17:16.567-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nakedada.tumblr.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46ZL11Sz0N-auqbikGPgcaQLO27KNvfseuiLNPIBFwoOPFBkUfprUGcrd2IHKNVvLqAE15Qid-iZ5BPBt0eMEecub0zhkMMFahD_7pAp18vUD7vUDmO_wgK2tREwONj-uWkz7lm41OY8/s800/ww%20copia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />NEW BLOGD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-57481434293766698302010-01-22T16:48:00.000-08:002010-01-22T17:11:00.069-08:00I (L) Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVYLTS8ED_Q483jg67Xl1pvM0ObUSyhh_3yTlN1uH5h-p21LFlxXNCUjksycghLSPETi-DjNueF4YaOuKpYBCIL7aWymPzEZhEo5VhqdBiyInN1y2_ShjSv8HMO84aIoJSGipXr6MOQA/s1600-h/IMG_3366.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepV1IGvLaD9dL0XF748ua1icmaqlMM9tf1K5BAL6dhdRE9trFvgnGpReWa10897knN9kyJHQE2HjFL-BOyoLYbCu58b2YaosGz4Vx_x7ZYBZc9oY4PfZeYoFUwig3ZpmNsstLPp_noac/s320/IMG_3378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429732380185807746" border="0" /></a>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-52049217013812686382010-01-20T14:10:00.000-08:002010-01-20T14:41:27.545-08:00Malattia.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvHLxermsDWjTyOQBg3T-topW1T_CD-7TymEgohCcItGQnrSrn3W214KcpOOErAFYGZNRbUFL1ChGb7zy8KDBaXTdCCSXejs92G_Sc5oiNxGOQY2kSvDFBGmJx1N1Ey47cmpniVDpOa0/s1600-h/kk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvHLxermsDWjTyOQBg3T-topW1T_CD-7TymEgohCcItGQnrSrn3W214KcpOOErAFYGZNRbUFL1ChGb7zy8KDBaXTdCCSXejs92G_Sc5oiNxGOQY2kSvDFBGmJx1N1Ey47cmpniVDpOa0/s320/kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428955377397562898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJf0xdrw-M-47xbwQYQ5EMa9eMuK4vC2pGYD2VdtyKYr3h2j1JW2RoSZWEGSthLkYdjm29YcIqlJDwrh4QFctkI3pc4HanDv7v5vasNONk8Jo-kafwZ7fNHtYHMVDyaueLe-4ab_tUBo/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 414px;" src="http://www.thefashionpolice.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/dolce-gabana-face-shoes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div><br /></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-1611310504745207142009-12-31T07:16:00.000-08:002009-12-31T07:51:00.527-08:00NOVE.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15836_1277257615723_1358468451_815757_1860539_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 489px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15836_1277257615723_1358468451_815757_1860539_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Intensa voglia di scrivere nata dalla consapevolezza che <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">trecentosessantacinque</span></b> giorni hanno marchiato la mia pelle, con quella minuscola ruga sotto l'occhio destro.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">"Ricordati", scrisse Baudelaire. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i>MEMENTO MOR</i></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i>I</i></span></b>. E suona rindondante.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DON , DAN , TE. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Spaventati in quanto devi morire. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">No.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Spaventati in quanto un <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">altro</span> anno è passato e sarebbe meglio non tirar le somme.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">________</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Ricordare : richiamare alla mente, dicono i moderni.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Ricordare: Re - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Cordis</span> (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">apprendre par coeur</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">PATISCI gli anni che scorrono, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Vecchio vigliacco"</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">__________</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Ho sempre pensato che il NOVE fosse il mio numero "fortunato" , nel senso moderno del termine.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Un sentimento di affezione piuttosto frivolo e scontato se non ci si sofferma ad analizzarlo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sono una sciocca ottimista. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Non ha importanza quanto tutti voi vi preoccupiate dei miei amari aforismi.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sono una sciocca ottimista.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Il nove è quel dannato numero, creato dalla malvagità della mente umana, che non raggiunge mai l'INIZIO. E' sempre lì, ci si avvicina, ancora, ancora, ancora un po'...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Quell'Achille. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Corri imbecille e supera la tartaruga. No. Non può. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">0,9999999999999999999999999... - 1.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Buon duemila10.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-49083210740849733412009-12-15T14:57:00.000-08:002009-12-15T15:21:21.603-08:00Della Serie : Faux. - La dada à l'hermine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9nuBUSMfTYm_1t5BciSgRCBcQjHANCKjzvNSKDT5GqSdUeTTOO84ua988b5-7OMuByR79KDe2nx_iCcyA3MIlC_lR2neVzsqBlxNkSciLIhj6mVdPclII1YdM7ISfBAm3mfoNYn5pOs/s1600-h/DAMA+CON+L%27ERMELLINOpicc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9nuBUSMfTYm_1t5BciSgRCBcQjHANCKjzvNSKDT5GqSdUeTTOO84ua988b5-7OMuByR79KDe2nx_iCcyA3MIlC_lR2neVzsqBlxNkSciLIhj6mVdPclII1YdM7ISfBAm3mfoNYn5pOs/s400/DAMA+CON+L%27ERMELLINOpicc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415606993352686338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrDL14MxBbGnlYXHEvvrTsw_v4xEF0Dfk3qOhlKq3gl4yln6ID2unUnY3CTVJbqOUnk7S2xE5xazW3CCdpsTddYGAICd8aSmtHvgbA8gLZKhmkpZ7RTxiWZnEy5GNX8pkVRmCsD19nIo/s1600-h/DAMA+CON+L%27ERMELLINOpicc.jpg"><br /></a>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-3065142592270410842009-11-29T03:07:00.000-08:002009-11-29T03:13:55.223-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Ottava Puntata<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arcadja.com/artmagazine/it/wp-content/gallery/080321-jan-saudek/thumbs/thumbs_jan-saudek-the-loneliness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.arcadja.com/artmagazine/it/wp-content/gallery/080321-jan-saudek/thumbs/thumbs_jan-saudek-the-loneliness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jan Saudek</span> <br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />24.IV.25</span><br /><br /><br />Le ombre sono la proiezione del tuo ambiente, il periodo della maturazione forzata della tua giovane vita. Non ti amerei se non credessi che tu non sei questo, ma che sono piuttosto deformazioni e inganni creati a opera di un autosfibramento immotivato e indotto dall'esterno. La tua commovente confessione non mi indurrà a perdere la fiducia negli autentici e ricchi impulsi della tua esistenza. Al contrario</span>, è probante per me il fatto che tu ri sia liberata anche se il tuo cammino per uscire da queste deformazioni dell'anima, che non ti appartengono, sarà lungo.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">M.H.<br /></div></div><br /><br /> <br /></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-70192203016734456502009-11-27T02:53:00.000-08:002009-11-27T03:13:39.811-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Settima Puntata<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >12.IV.25</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Vivo immerso nella furia del lavoro e della gioia di poterti rivedere.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">17.IV.25</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">In ogni modo, dopo la conferenza, mi congederò - come faccio ogni giorno - da conoscenti e ospiti, per salire poi al capolinea della Wilhelmshohe con tram Nr.1 - forse potresti prendere la corsa successiva - senza farti notare . Dopo ti riporterò indietro io.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new;">M.H.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://silencio.weblog.com.pt/images/eyes/Joel-PeterWitkin-LeBaisier.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 374px;" src="http://silencio.weblog.com.pt/images/eyes/Joel-PeterWitkin-LeBaisier.GIF" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Joel-Peter Witkin '82</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Manostritto "<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Le Ombre</span>" (Die Schatten) (autonalisi in terza persona)<br /><br />Un'angoscia animale di mettersi al sicuro, poichè non voleva e non poteva difendersi, collegata all'attesa oggettivamente ponderata di una qualche brutalità, le rendevano via via sempre più impossibile le cose della vita più semplici e più ovvie.<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />E' possibile che la sua gioventù si liberi da questo incantesimo, e la sua anima trovi - sotto un cielo diverso - le possibilità di esprimersi, di liberarsi, e così di superare la malattia e lo smarrimento, di imparare la pazienza, la semplicità e la libertà di una crescita organica. Ma è più probabile che ella continui a sprecare la sua vita in esperimenti insensati e in una curiosità illecita e senza freni, finché la morte, tanto a lungo e tanto fervidamente sperata, la sorprenderà decretando una fine arbitraria a questa futile e inutile vicenda.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">H.A.<br /></div><br /><br /></div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-63857682641272526192009-11-26T06:24:00.001-08:002009-11-26T06:39:14.101-08:00Varations.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indyish.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/marie_chouinard1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.indyish.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/marie_chouinard1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marie Chouinard</span>, coreografa canadese. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Un ritorno alla brutale sensualità naturale.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Energia vitale, geometrie, e protesi disarmoniose trasportano in un insolito rituale animale, nel quale la spinta di sopravvivenza e la procreazione vigono sovrani.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 333px;" src="http://ffwdweekly.com/media/article_images/THEAPRE_Theatre_Junc_t_w480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quebecscene.ca/upload/2007/artists/body-remix_kirs-carla-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.quebecscene.ca/upload/2007/artists/body-remix_kirs-carla-full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="412" width="486"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/1847329132?isVid=1&publisherID=1725289692"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=47012013001&playerID=1847329132&domain=embed&"><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/1847329132?isVid=1&publisherID=1725289692" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=47012013001&playerID=1847329132&domain=embed&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="412" width="486"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDAnbtTXIGA&hl=it_IT&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDAnbtTXIGA&hl=it_IT&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-24877169018030031812009-11-26T05:47:00.000-08:002009-11-26T06:02:39.104-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Sesta Puntata<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.handelstreetprojects.com/photos/richon_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 323px;" src="http://www.handelstreetprojects.com/photos/richon_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;" > OLIVER RICHON <br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">21.III.25<br /><br /></span></span>Ciò che mi importa davvero è far luce sulla differenza tra la formazione della visione del mondo e la ricerca scientifico-filosofica, e precisamente in relazione al problema concreto dell'essenza e del senso della storia. In ogni modo, anche questo chiarimento risulta possibile soltanto attraverso sentieri scientifico-concettuali. E così le mie ricerche si concludono sempre con la constatazione che le conferenze diventano un controsenso davanti a un pubblico "generico". Ma mi sono accollato questo impegno, e adesso, pur lottando, devo procedere.<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />Durante le serate in onore di Husserl la cosa più spiacevole era lo sforzarsi di essere ad ogni costo superiori agli altri. A maggior ragione, quindi, mi faceva piacere vederti seduta tranquillamente in disparte.<br /><br />(...)<br /><br /><br />Quando la bufera sibila attorno alla baita, mi viene in mente la "nostra tempesta" - o ripercorro il silenzioso sentiero che costeggia Lahn - o trascorro una pausa di tranquillità sognando l'immagine di una fanciulla che, con l'impermeabile, il cappello calato fin sopra i grandi occhi quieti, entrò per la prima volta nel mio studio e, timida e riservata, diede una breve risposta a tutte le mie domande - ed è solo allora che riposto l'immagine agli ultimi giorni del semestre . E solo allora capisco che <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">la</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >vita è storia</span>.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:100%;">M.H.</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;" ><br /><br /> </span><br /></div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-68456614596249037432009-11-25T07:19:00.000-08:002009-11-25T07:28:05.336-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Quinta Puntata<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.masters-of-photography.com/images/screen/brassai/brassai_prostitute.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.masters-of-photography.com/images/screen/brassai/brassai_prostitute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Bressai. </span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">1933</span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span> </div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />27.II.25</span></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Cara <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hannah</span>!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Il diavolo mi ha preso. Il silenzioso pregare delle tue care mani e la tua fronte luminosa sono una protezione in femminea trasfigurazione.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Non mi era mai accaduta una cosa del genere.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><div style="text-align: right;"><br />M.H. </div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br />(Fonte : Hanna Arendt e Martin Heidegger, Storia di un amore, Antonia Grunenberg, Loganesi)</span></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-16808951817564519452009-11-24T08:37:00.000-08:002009-11-25T07:22:28.121-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Quarta Puntata<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.masters-of-photography.com/images/screen/evans/evans_girl_in_fulton_street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.masters-of-photography.com/images/screen/evans/evans_girl_in_fulton_street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">W.E. </span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />21.II.25</span></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Cara </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Hannah!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Perché l’amore è ricco oltre ogni misura rispetto alle altre umane possibilità e risulta per chi ne è coinvolto un peso così dolce?</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Perché noi ci trasformiamo in ciò che amiamo pur rimanendo noi stessi. Vorremo poi ringraziare colui che amiamo e non troviamo niente che sia sufficiente a farlo. Possiamo soltanto essere riconoscenti nei confronti di noi stessi e nella fiducia incondizionata verso l’altro. Così l’amore accresce costantemente il suo mistero più profondo. La vicinanza è in questo caso l’essere alla massima distanza dall’altro (una distanza che non porta a confondere nulla) ma pone il “Tu” nel trasparente (benché inafferrabile) puro e semplice esser-qui d’una rivelazione. L’irrompere della presenza dell’altro nella nostra vita è qualcosa che nessun sentimento riesce a dominare. Un destino umano si dà a un altro, e la funzione dell’amore puro è quella di mantenere desto questo darsi come il primo giorno.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">M.H.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >(Fonte : Hanna Arendt e Martin Heidegger, Storia di un amore, Antonia Grunenberg, Loganesi)<br /></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-70532763541669458492009-11-24T08:33:00.000-08:002009-11-24T08:37:22.637-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Terza Puntata<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/37/Stamp_Hannah_Arendt.jpg/200px-Stamp_Hannah_Arendt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 234px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/37/Stamp_Hannah_Arendt.jpg/200px-Stamp_Hannah_Arendt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />La fanciulla straniera</span> ( Friedrich Schiller )</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A ogni anno nuovo,</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />al primo volo dell’allodola,<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">compariva in una valle fra i pastori,<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">una fanciulla splendida e gentile.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Non era nata a valle,<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">e nessuno sapeva da dove venisse;</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ma appena ella prendeva congedo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">di lei si perdeva subito ogni traccia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Rendeva felici la sua vicinanza,<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ogni cuore si apriva;</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">ma ogni dignità superiore</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />allontanava ogni confidenza.</span> <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br />(Fonte : Hanna Arendt e Martin Heidegger, Storia di un amore, Antonia Grunenberg, Loganesi)<br /></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-54812966753972389292009-11-24T08:28:00.000-08:002009-11-24T08:32:34.228-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Seconda Puntata<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sjcalums.com/nyc/images/crests/hourly/Hannah_Arendt_497x497.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sjcalums.com/nyc/images/crests/hourly/Hannah_Arendt_497x497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">10.II.25</span></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Cara Signorina <span style="font-weight: bold;">Arendt</span>!<br /><br />Questa sera devo tornare a farmi vivo con Lei e a parlare al Suo cuore. Tutto tra noi deve essere schietto, limpido e puro. Soltanto allora saremo degni di aver avuto la possibilità d’incontrarci. Il fatto che lei sia stata mia allieva e io il suo insegnante è soltanto l’occasione estrema di quello che ci è accaduto. Io non potrò mai averLa per me, ma Lei apparterrà d’ora in poi alla mia vita, ed essa ne trarrà nuova linfa. Noi non sappiamo mai ciò che possiamo diventare per gli altri attraverso il nostro essere. Forse tuttavia una riflessione può chiarire quale azione di distruzione e ostacolo esercitiamo. Non possiamo sapere quale via prenderà la Sua giovane vita. Dobbiamo rassegnarci a questo. E la mia devozione nei Suoi confronti deve soltanto aiutarla a rimanere fedele a se stessa.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />(...)</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Vogliamo custodire nel nostro intimo, come un dono, il fatto che ci siamo potuti incontrare, senza rovinarlo nella sua pura vitalità con nessuna illusione; vale a dire che non vogliamo immaginarci qualcosa come un’amicizia spirituale, che tra esseri umani non esiste mai.</span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">M.H.</span> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;">(Fonte : Hanna Arendt e Martin Heidegger, Storia di un amore, Antonia Grunenberg, Loganesi)</span> </span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-60982111543325756792009-11-24T08:23:00.000-08:002009-11-26T07:32:03.690-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Prima Puntata<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.springtimepublishers.com/bp/images/young_Heidegger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.springtimepublishers.com/bp/images/young_Heidegger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />XI-24</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">All’epoca il Sofista e il Filebo, così come gli altri classici greci, venivano letti in lingua originale. Quale sottofondo migliore avrebbe potuto spingere <span style="font-style: italic;">“ la ragazza appariscente che si presentava sempre vesitita di verde (H-G. G)</span>” , a l’affascinante <span style="font-weight: bold;">Martin</span> a scambiarsi le prime occhiate da innamorati.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hanna</span> , chiese di potergli parlare durante l’orario di ricevimento.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Fonte : Hanna Arendt e Martin Heidegger, Storia di un amore, Antonia Grunenberg, Loganesi)</span></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-19146625805874409422009-11-24T08:12:00.000-08:002009-11-24T08:30:53.355-08:00Filo-Qualcosa. Puntata Pilota<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.loc.gov/loc/lcib/0103/images/arendt_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.loc.gov/loc/lcib/0103/images/arendt_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Martin</span> naque nel 1889. Suo padre, mastro bottaio e sacrestano di Messkirch, lo educò secondo valori cattolici e conservatori. In veste di figlio o di chierichetto, frequentò quotidianamente la chiesa e nel solaio di essa si consumò fra vecchi libri.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hanna</span> naque nel 1906. Suo padre, ingegnere di Hannover, si ammalò di sifilide e costrinse Marta Arendet e sua figlia all’emarginazione sociale. Suo nonno, benestante, la educò secondo valori ebraici e liberali. Studentessa d’eccellenza, si distinse per il suo amore per la filosofia greca, ma venne espulsa per essersi scagliata contro la pedante educazione scolastica. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Martin</span> fù un uomo introverso, un metro e sessantatrè di statura, magro e sportivo. L’abbigliamento eclettico simile ai costumi popolari di Baviera, costituito da calzoni affusolati alla cavallerizza e un lungo soprabito, venne definito dai suoi studenti “ IL VESTITO ESISTENZIALE”.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hanna</span> fù una ragazza giovane, affamata di sapere, slanciata ed affascinante. Vorticando all’interno di quel vento di ribellioni che si scagliò contro la vita accademica, era molto esigente ( “ Chi studiava filosofia non lo faceva per guadagnarsi da vivere, ANZI ERA UN VERO E E PROPRIO MORTO DI FAME (A.H.)”). </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Le voci correvano, accompagnate da quel vento.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Si narrò del “ Piccolo mago di Messkirch (K.L) ”. Di quell’uomo che entrando in aula, non degnava nemmeno di un’occhiata i presenti, cominciava a parlare a bassa voce guardando fuori dalla finestra; parole che nessuno riusciva ad ascoltare. Forse solo un modo per ottenere il massimo della concentrazione. IL MAESTRO CHE INSEGNAVA A PENSARE.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">( fonte : Hanna Arendt e Martin Heidegger, Storia di un amore, Antonia Grunenberg, Loganesi)</span><br /></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-15793085376367498362009-11-23T14:34:00.000-08:002009-11-23T14:37:28.153-08:00Discrasie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7uDwwYRkFji1TgkCw727yvuJf4XoOjPYw-tv10IyRF2pNHjewHnMWZbaBWDJvcAI9r7GeS45NlAklfZnxKUWj2WS4L511F0LcoJ4WDZsvcq7mCjiv62RscVYPO6I9DnOgLUJV7Gv-8g/s1600/BBFS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7uDwwYRkFji1TgkCw727yvuJf4XoOjPYw-tv10IyRF2pNHjewHnMWZbaBWDJvcAI9r7GeS45NlAklfZnxKUWj2WS4L511F0LcoJ4WDZsvcq7mCjiv62RscVYPO6I9DnOgLUJV7Gv-8g/s400/BBFS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407431314266562274" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><div style="text-align: center;">Le discrasie sono causate dal prevalere di un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La Bile Nera è un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La Bile Gialla è un umore.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Il Sangue è un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Flegma è un umore.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L'Eucrasia NON ESISTE.</span><br /></div><br /></div></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-66163800695027776252009-11-23T14:24:00.001-08:002009-11-23T14:28:37.977-08:00Discrasie Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FVU8_1KaMXcWcICJvZXFI9TQ-c55kgGX_KdmZnaspYFgmNWfHaHf7-_3AfjvYnMPkY4_y-O-2LTvpbquV7xdTmMCj-UW14YVPAwQLsf88hVtfd_B3x2KH333BLnWHt6XVuXvMxERk98/s1600/smallSanFlem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FVU8_1KaMXcWcICJvZXFI9TQ-c55kgGX_KdmZnaspYFgmNWfHaHf7-_3AfjvYnMPkY4_y-O-2LTvpbquV7xdTmMCj-UW14YVPAwQLsf88hVtfd_B3x2KH333BLnWHt6XVuXvMxERk98/s400/smallSanFlem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407428852555629762" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><div style="text-align: center;">Le discrasie sono causate dal prevalere di un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Sangue è un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Flegma è un umore.<br /><br /></div></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-18060347397990104762009-11-23T02:44:00.000-08:002009-11-26T07:31:36.029-08:00Filo Qualcosa.<span style="font-family:courier new;">10.II.25<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Cara Signorina Arendt!</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Questa sera devo tornare a farmi vivo con Lei e a parlare al Suo cuore.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Tutto tra noi deve essere schietto, limpido e puro. Soltanto allora saremo degni di aver avuto la possibilità d’incontrarci. </span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Il fatto che lei sia stata mia allieva e io il suo insegnante è soltanto l’occasione </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">estrema di quello che ci è accaduto. </span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Io non potrò mai averLa per me, ma Lei apparterrà d’ora in poi alla mia vita, ed essa ne trarrà nuova linfa.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Noi non sappiamo mai ciò che possiamo diventare per gli altri attraverso il nostro essere. Forse tuttavia una riflessione può chiarire quale azione di distruzione e ostacolo esercitiamo.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Non possiamo sapere quale via prenderà la Sua giovane vita. Dobbiamo rassegnarci a questo. E la mia devozione nei Suoi confronti deve soltanto aiutarla a rimanere fedele a se stessa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(...)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Vogliamo custodire nel nostro intimo, come un dono, il fatto che ci siamo potuti incontrare, senza rovinarlo nella sua pura vitalità con nessuna illusione; vale a dire che non vogliamo immaginarci qualcosa come un’amicizia spirituale, che tra esseri umani non esiste mai.</span> <div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new;">M.H.<br /><br /><br /><br />All'attenzione di coloro che attendono il Natale.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15836_1278434085134_1358468451_819354_2394130_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 390px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15836_1278434085134_1358468451_819354_2394130_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-66013253120472096022009-11-21T11:36:00.000-08:002009-11-21T11:46:05.685-08:00Discrasie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgu53kmFUzQzjcrcRg5q0rUisITa8K6u8fpAT5URavNH95KETTFg7h819gbDT8nNA7-xV5gqZPmZStOCro6W1pknEwE5JhJcmRQfj5jxp03aYMrEvcmKcdFWfNAlDVQ4KCuIWonLsiY0/s1600/smallbile+copia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgu53kmFUzQzjcrcRg5q0rUisITa8K6u8fpAT5URavNH95KETTFg7h819gbDT8nNA7-xV5gqZPmZStOCro6W1pknEwE5JhJcmRQfj5jxp03aYMrEvcmKcdFWfNAlDVQ4KCuIWonLsiY0/s400/smallbile+copia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406644618806292162" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><div style="text-align: center;">Le discrasie sono causate dal prevalere di un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La Bile Nera è un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La Bile Gialla è un umore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... (continua)...</div></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-38965302473681650842009-09-23T16:18:00.000-07:002009-09-23T16:20:27.854-07:00la la la la la<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAgk3CckqDqxTnJyRuANYKmJjJsJ7odb4Lsi8lqVd5_YqExE95D0V43FHSa87KB0Xhahx_uuHDbab2fS8RUJSrubXCjOFrMQUuODjhM-h_n8TmoVVizoxfzL6heWXqulpRJqG8_6tE8E/s1600-h/dadaluce.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAgk3CckqDqxTnJyRuANYKmJjJsJ7odb4Lsi8lqVd5_YqExE95D0V43FHSa87KB0Xhahx_uuHDbab2fS8RUJSrubXCjOFrMQUuODjhM-h_n8TmoVVizoxfzL6heWXqulpRJqG8_6tE8E/s400/dadaluce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384806352665639218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps</span></div><span class="UIStory_Message"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">après que les poètes ont disparu</span></div><div id="id_4abaabe3e8ffe4124999959" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">leur chansons courent encore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">dans les rues</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">La foule les chante un peu distraite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">en ignorant le nom d'l'auteur</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">sans savoir pour qui battaient</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">leurs coeurs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Parfois on change un mot, une</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> phrase</span></span></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">et quand on est à court d'idèes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">on fait la la la la la lei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">la la la la la lei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">après que les poètes ont disparu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">leur chansons courent encore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">dans les rues</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Leur ame légère, c'est leurs chansons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">qui rendent gais, qui rendent tristes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">filles et garçons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">bourgeois, artistes ou vagabonds .</span></div></span></div></span></h3></span>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-74829643378957739672009-09-08T14:33:00.000-07:002009-09-08T14:43:27.709-07:00'70.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQSPirlFIkIYGdvOeVopVKevV60AFK9g5d-ayvjO6QsxgJLAXzxecsRqK-MC7jfLRJFRhtBYR5iqeZ7ElDgmPxKg1aLZoDmbO6zzNfpKks9-nrkdSst2P-oVH32m7UyFwd6HKUjd6eJo/s1600-h/diptych2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQSPirlFIkIYGdvOeVopVKevV60AFK9g5d-ayvjO6QsxgJLAXzxecsRqK-MC7jfLRJFRhtBYR5iqeZ7ElDgmPxKg1aLZoDmbO6zzNfpKks9-nrkdSst2P-oVH32m7UyFwd6HKUjd6eJo/s400/diptych2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379213286936870546" /><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.nakedada.com">www.nakedada.com</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> (Gens--->Diptych)</span><br /></span></span><br /></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-80262007116528370932009-08-31T06:55:00.000-07:002009-08-31T06:59:46.570-07:00L'agriculture.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGg6ua1iLB4cQkDreMt9ISy4YW9op0QxxHr90IYcX8K1QfbmErVB0srUKHbuOth_wMG9Y1URpj5_IF12Jg9fYWLm5NshACE3-IFx5UoqVtICITKoQFwweayq8oArV2K2h-aAaB-GW4dY/s1600-h/mode29.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGg6ua1iLB4cQkDreMt9ISy4YW9op0QxxHr90IYcX8K1QfbmErVB0srUKHbuOth_wMG9Y1URpj5_IF12Jg9fYWLm5NshACE3-IFx5UoqVtICITKoQFwweayq8oArV2K2h-aAaB-GW4dY/s400/mode29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376126887165904290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: center; ">Model: Simona Muggeo</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: center; ">Styling : Dada+<a href="http://dorianapiccarreta.blogspot.com/">Doris</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: center; ">Shooting on <a href="http://www.nakedada.com">NAKEDADA.COM </a>(Gens--->Mode)</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: center; "><br /></div></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMxJFsyR85o&hl=it&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMxJFsyR85o&hl=it&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-16769752871454979042009-08-30T18:06:00.000-07:002009-08-31T07:01:57.377-07:00P.u.t.e. an plus<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQEbWkXK7hI9nT4bE_3UF4dzSabs0tahvgLraBRLBJENJsFjUTcZEEc2-YhVfoqoKNLjcjxMYYSia1K0_7K4rMLoNdMIBxnzAYSeb3PWxVgNGmAErDMfkoimU5TH5HHX4bd3VR6S9Nh8/s1600-h/pute43.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQEbWkXK7hI9nT4bE_3UF4dzSabs0tahvgLraBRLBJENJsFjUTcZEEc2-YhVfoqoKNLjcjxMYYSia1K0_7K4rMLoNdMIBxnzAYSeb3PWxVgNGmAErDMfkoimU5TH5HHX4bd3VR6S9Nh8/s400/pute43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375928222011478530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Model: Gigia Piccarreta</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Styling : Dada+<a href="http://dorianapiccarreta.blogspot.com/">Doris</a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div>Shooting on <a href="http://www.nakedada.com/">NAKEDADA.COM</a> (Gens--->Pute)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vu494-Dr5po&hl=it&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vu494-Dr5po&hl=it&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div><br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQEbWkXK7hI9nT4bE_3UF4dzSabs0tahvgLraBRLBJENJsFjUTcZEEc2-YhVfoqoKNLjcjxMYYSia1K0_7K4rMLoNdMIBxnzAYSeb3PWxVgNGmAErDMfkoimU5TH5HHX4bd3VR6S9Nh8/s1600-h/pute43.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277094730930713397.post-54926830551752108662009-08-27T13:26:00.000-07:002009-08-31T07:02:21.649-07:00PIN - UP<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqQPWN8-nT3e5wB4MrBWhsQ-v41aWXfxh4d_HW051wIOuaD1AQitIBzETvSyaW2cSAAGIvXIzida-parMVyoEPwRKdO-M4UFG-ha9MPMi3hMU0KsXVpuqfao1QxG9Imrr1-N8LTSPUQQ/s1600-h/pute23.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqQPWN8-nT3e5wB4MrBWhsQ-v41aWXfxh4d_HW051wIOuaD1AQitIBzETvSyaW2cSAAGIvXIzida-parMVyoEPwRKdO-M4UFG-ha9MPMi3hMU0KsXVpuqfao1QxG9Imrr1-N8LTSPUQQ/s400/pute23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374742888910744210" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><br />Model : <a href="http://dorianapiccarreta.blogspot.com/">Doris</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Shooting on <a href="http://www.nakedada.com/">NAKEDADA.COM</a> (Gens---> Pute)</div></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQIvhotZSUw&hl=it&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQIvhotZSUw&hl=it&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281100458324783108noreply@blogger.com0