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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Pensieri e parole.</description><title>Every picture tells a story</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @marcoferraro)</generator><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Baricco spiega perchè si scrive.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.letteratura.rai.it/articoli/baricco-perch%C3%A9-si-scrive/2256/default.aspx"&gt;Baricco spiega perchè si scrive.&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;splendido intervento a Che tempo che fa&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17549813923</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17549813923</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:21:08 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli 
 In...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz4jfaadJC1r3ud4ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;In quell’aria spessa carica di sale, gonfia di odori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;lì ci troverai i ladri gli assassini e il tipo strano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;quello che ha venduto per tremila lire sua madre a un nano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17315042887</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17315042887</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:47:33 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>
…Come una specie di sorriso
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz4j1hPLiw1r3ud4ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…Come una specie di sorriso&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17314901218</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17314901218</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:39:16 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Amore e guerra - W. Allen</title><description>Sonja: Credo di essere mezza santa e mezza vacca.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Boris: Scelgo la metà che dà il latte.</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17173264465</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17173264465</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:31:57 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Stelle Australiane</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tra le tante meraviglie che ti incantano in Australia, una riesce forse ad essere imbattibile: la bellezza spaventosa della volta celeste. C’è qualcosa di magico nel tornare a casa stanchi, a tarda notte, e alzare lo sguardo sopra il tetto. Anche se solo per pochi secondi. All’improvviso compariranno milioni e milioni di piccole stelle, che tutta la sera e tutta la notte sono state a vegliare su di te. E ora, prima di metterti a letto, le puoi ringraziare con uno sguardo. Sicuramente qualche stella ti risponderà con un piccolo lampo di luce. Un sorriso appena accennato. E se sei fortunato, qualche d’una proverà a lanciarsi verso di te per abbracciarti, ma non avrà la forza di arrivare fin da te e finirà per cadere tra le sue sorelle. Come si può non voler bene a una stella che rischia la vita per correrti incontro?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyzt62wWAx1r0bnku.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17160497409</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17160497409</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:11:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Fabrizio De Andrè per me è...</title><description>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Il suo inconfondibile sorriso" height="280" src="http://www.ondarock.it/images/monografie/fabriziodeandre_1.jpg" width="455"/&gt;Fabrizio de Andrè per me è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un viso che si volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;dove altri hanno girato le spalle; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;un poeta notturno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;che sfoglia Lee Masters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;al lume d’una lampada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;e nella fragile nube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;d’una sigaretta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fabrizio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;È in quella galassia d’individui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;che la vita non ha fatto splendere in terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ma a cui ha riservato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;una stella per l’eternità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo vedo svegliarsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ogni volta che ho suonato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;emozionarsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;per un fruscio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;di ragazze a un ballo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;e ancora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;viaggiare in direzione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ostinata e contraria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E che sai suonare, Fabrizio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;noi lo sappiamo bene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;e allora ti tocca, si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ti tocca per tutta la vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E forse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ti piace anche lasciarti ascoltare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;evaporato nella tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nuvola rossa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;fra le feritoie della notte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ti nascondevi con Jones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;il suonatore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a cercar note fragili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;come la gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;di Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ma ora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Non voglio immaginarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A dormire là, sulla collina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mi piace pensarti qui sopra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;appollaiato s’una nuvola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;intento a far finire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;le tue dita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nell’inizio della bella Esteve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ancora una volta, avevi ragione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;come fan presto, Fabrizio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ad appassir le rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17160145625</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17160145625</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:01:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>
                       E scivola il sole al di là delle dune
 ...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyzffof1gt1r3ud4ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;                       E scivola il sole al di là delle dune&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;                       a violentare altre notti&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;                                                                           Fabrizio De Andrè&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17159120036</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17159120036</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:33:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy"</title><description>“Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haruki Murakami, &lt;/span&gt;The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17121058843</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17121058843</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 00:17:58 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>
Pensavo è bello che dove finiscono le mie dita
debba in qualche...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyy0mhe38y1r3ud4ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensavo è bello che dove finiscono le mie dita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;debba in qualche modo incominciare una chitarra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Fabrizio De Andrè&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17120943435</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/17120943435</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 00:15:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>London Piccadilly</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrqcbhjNjU1r3ud4ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;London Piccadilly&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/10366010232</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/10366010232</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 19:52:28 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>London calling</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrqbe7WueP1r3ud4ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;London calling&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/10365152452</link><guid>http://marcoferraro.tumblr.com/post/10365152452</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 19:32:00 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
