<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:01:42.902+01:00</updated><category term='20.38'/><title type='text'>Gregge e Pensieri</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-654261215821266202</id><published>2008-04-05T00:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:30:43.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pensare di notte</title><content type='html'>Il giorno, il sole e la luce, sono per il corpo,  la notte e il buio per la mente.&lt;br /&gt;L'idea di passare la notte a riposare è un inganno. Quando tutto è sistemato, tutto è quieto, ho il tempo infinito della notte per vivere. Solo dopo che ho sciolto e fissato i miei pensieri, e ho dato foraggio all'imprigionato che ero, mi addormento. E questo è per la carne.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-654261215821266202?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/654261215821266202/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=654261215821266202' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/654261215821266202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/654261215821266202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/04/pensare-di-notte.html' title='pensare di notte'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6870238475847257312</id><published>2008-03-05T21:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:00:40.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cose buffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R88J2y8dizI/AAAAAAAAANY/5Gf8Ce4h3dY/s1600-h/PICT3169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174365333864942386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R88J2y8dizI/AAAAAAAAANY/5Gf8Ce4h3dY/s320/PICT3169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma come farà la neve a centrare con tanta precisione i paletti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6870238475847257312?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6870238475847257312/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6870238475847257312' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6870238475847257312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6870238475847257312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/03/cose-buffe.html' title='cose buffe'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R88J2y8dizI/AAAAAAAAANY/5Gf8Ce4h3dY/s72-c/PICT3169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-359348025589985468</id><published>2008-03-01T14:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:30:20.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>terremoto</title><content type='html'>Arriva piano e poi cresce,&lt;br /&gt;ti sveglia se stai dormendo,&lt;br /&gt;ti muove se stai fermo,&lt;br /&gt;è una cosa potente e di un'altro mondo,&lt;br /&gt;ma quello che colpisce di più è il suo silenzio.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-359348025589985468?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/359348025589985468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=359348025589985468' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/359348025589985468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/359348025589985468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/03/terremoto.html' title='terremoto'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-8733888458909113104</id><published>2008-02-04T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:35:47.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30anni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/o6d5SiQBFVU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/o6d5SiQBFVU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;per il "discorso" tutti i diritti sono riservati e tutelati dal copyright. gli urli che si sentono in sottofondo sono della mia sorella che ride.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-8733888458909113104?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8733888458909113104/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=8733888458909113104' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/8733888458909113104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/8733888458909113104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/02/30anni.html' title='30anni'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2784001137772234306</id><published>2008-01-29T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:20:25.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il progresso semplifica?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R5-tzTNBPRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NRYItH8uEJ0/s1600-h/PICT3113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161034794829692178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R5-tzTNBPRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NRYItH8uEJ0/s320/PICT3113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho ricevuto in comodato gratuito un router voip. Ho dovuto capire cos'è il codice ip (statico o dinamico), il defoult del gateway e la sottomaschera di rete. Senza tralasciare il dns primario e ovviamente quello secondario. Poi ci sono state le porte da aprire, la porta tcp e la udp. Sono uscito di casa e sono andato a chiedere in giro, i maiali non sapevano nulla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2784001137772234306?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2784001137772234306/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2784001137772234306' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2784001137772234306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2784001137772234306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-progresso-semplifica.html' title='il progresso semplifica?'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R5-tzTNBPRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NRYItH8uEJ0/s72-c/PICT3113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1513103625373653996</id><published>2008-01-23T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:06:26.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>compleanni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R5fFdzNBPQI/AAAAAAAAANI/vyyraHSIuQA/s1600-h/PICT3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158809013927886082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R5fFdzNBPQI/AAAAAAAAANI/vyyraHSIuQA/s320/PICT3105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questi giorni ricorre la scadenza del mio compleanno e di quello del blog. L'ho distaccato di 34 a 1. Lui però è piccolo e deve ancora crescere. Fino a 1024 mb. Il discorso per il mio compleanno di solito me lo faccio scrivere dal mio amico Francesco. Quest'anno mi accontento di un commento. Per quanto riguarda il blog, vedo che ha vita propria, racchiude in sè qualche perla e qualche scemenza. Come la vita, come la mia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1513103625373653996?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1513103625373653996/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1513103625373653996' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1513103625373653996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1513103625373653996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/01/compleanni.html' title='compleanni'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R5fFdzNBPQI/AAAAAAAAANI/vyyraHSIuQA/s72-c/PICT3105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-8308482274775499359</id><published>2008-01-16T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:43:17.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>piove sulle tamerici</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R45eMGs9JRI/AAAAAAAAANA/5IpO0QZyPAk/s1600-h/PICT3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156162185436407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R45eMGs9JRI/AAAAAAAAANA/5IpO0QZyPAk/s320/PICT3087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SENZA PAROLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-8308482274775499359?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8308482274775499359/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=8308482274775499359' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/8308482274775499359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/8308482274775499359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2008/01/piove-sulle-tamerici.html' title='piove sulle tamerici'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R45eMGs9JRI/AAAAAAAAANA/5IpO0QZyPAk/s72-c/PICT3087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2336741423157359347</id><published>2007-12-31T15:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:04:29.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>l'ultimo pensiero dell'anno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R3kDrms9JQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vy2S651hJfk/s1600-h/PICT3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150151696533234946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R3kDrms9JQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vy2S651hJfk/s320/PICT3070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'ultimo pensiero lo dedico alle impronte. Quelle dell'uomo e quelle degli animali. Le nostre quasi sempre sono orme delle scarpe, quelle degli animali, delle loro zampe. Probabilmente per questo, loro, mentono meno frequentemente. E poi l'impronta è un bel collegamento tra il passato e un presente. E' una traccia, un segno che si lascia dietro. E che spesso, troppo spesso viene dal tempo cancellata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2336741423157359347?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2336741423157359347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2336741423157359347' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2336741423157359347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2336741423157359347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/12/lultimo-pensiero-dellanno.html' title='l&apos;ultimo pensiero dell&apos;anno'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R3kDrms9JQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vy2S651hJfk/s72-c/PICT3070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-154294857838769192</id><published>2007-12-22T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:02:44.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tutto è relativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R2z6yGs9JPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hHFvB7a1Y_4/s1600-h/PICT3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146764212877206770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R2z6yGs9JPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hHFvB7a1Y_4/s320/PICT3071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non si sa mai quello che si vede veramente. Spesso ci fermiamo alla cosa che vediamo in primo piano e non si fa caso al resto. E si sbaglia. Si pensa di avere capito tutto lo stesso. E poi c'è la natura che ci inganna. Il bianco della neve ci nasconde il bianco del cane. Lo supera e lo trasforma in altro, come sempre, per fregarci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-154294857838769192?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/154294857838769192/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=154294857838769192' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/154294857838769192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/154294857838769192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/12/tutto-relativo.html' title='tutto è relativo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R2z6yGs9JPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hHFvB7a1Y_4/s72-c/PICT3071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5084478601861395497</id><published>2007-12-06T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:20:13.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la seduzione della forza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R1hz-bKVNcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kCZhC0Zeus8/s1600-h/PICT3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140986490923595202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R1hz-bKVNcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kCZhC0Zeus8/s320/PICT3017.JPG" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si prova di solito ammirazione per le cose che non si riescono a fare, non solo per quelle che sono materialmente possibili per noi, tipo cucire a macchina, o saper sciare, ma soprattutto per quelle che sono impossibili per le nostre possibilità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dividere un albero in due richiede molta forza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il vento con la sua grande bocca ha soffiato, e forse per il suo essere primitivo non si è accorto che ha esagerato, che non una spiga di grano ha spezzato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5084478601861395497?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5084478601861395497/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5084478601861395497' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5084478601861395497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5084478601861395497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-seduzione-della-forza.html' title='la seduzione della forza'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R1hz-bKVNcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kCZhC0Zeus8/s72-c/PICT3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2418073809102123561</id><published>2007-11-26T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:53:26.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>me lo aspettavo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R0sGb2LdGxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xQao0nMkUGc/s1600-h/pecore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137206875415976722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R0sGb2LdGxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xQao0nMkUGc/s320/pecore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non hanno saputo resistere. E' stata una decisione sofferta ma ferma. Le ha spinte la voglia di cambiare questo paese. Non sapevano all'inizio dove collocarsi, ma poi un posto si trova sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' nato un nuovo partito politico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARTITO PECORE d'ITALIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2418073809102123561?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2418073809102123561/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2418073809102123561' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2418073809102123561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2418073809102123561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-lo-aspettavo.html' title='me lo aspettavo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/R0sGb2LdGxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xQao0nMkUGc/s72-c/pecore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1486139883478500683</id><published>2007-11-09T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:19:27.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stazioni e stranieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RzS-gWvev8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dDvZJ-WHggo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130935338551656386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RzS-gWvev8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dDvZJ-WHggo/s320/images.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sono stato alla stazione di campo di marte ad aspettare il treno che arrivava da Parigi. Dal treno scendono molte persone e con se hanno dei bei valigioni pesanti. E' per questo che appena visto un ascensore che lì collega con il corridoio della stazione e poi all'uscita, si fermano. E cercano di capire come funziona. Quelli che si fermano all'ascensore sono solo stranieri. Gli italiani neppure lo guardano, scendono già le scale con le valigie sudando. Anch'io ho dato subito per scontato che non funzionasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E davvero non funzionava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1486139883478500683?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1486139883478500683/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1486139883478500683' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1486139883478500683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1486139883478500683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/11/stazioni-e-stranieri.html' title='stazioni e stranieri'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RzS-gWvev8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dDvZJ-WHggo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4287650857867490351</id><published>2007-10-27T18:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:47:37.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tutte prigioniere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RyNrhk2TSgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ST_RFZYkKg0/s1600-h/PICT2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126059025449044482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RyNrhk2TSgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ST_RFZYkKg0/s320/PICT2959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiuso se ne sta il gregge nel periodo dei marroni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per evitare che mi mangi quei pochi che ci sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le pecore mangierebbero anche so' ma'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4287650857867490351?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4287650857867490351/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4287650857867490351' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4287650857867490351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4287650857867490351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/10/tutte-prigioniere.html' title='tutte prigioniere'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RyNrhk2TSgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ST_RFZYkKg0/s72-c/PICT2959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-9181052875710068846</id><published>2007-10-23T22:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:08:42.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>da cosa dipende?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rx5hYhukDlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wbBlsmZodbI/s1600-h/PICT2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124640499992628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rx5hYhukDlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wbBlsmZodbI/s320/PICT2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il castagneto è lì, è sempre lo stesso. Quando io arrivo guardo i ricci che devono ancora cadere, se sono grossi , se pesano sui rami, e poi le foglie se ingialliscono o meno. Le conclusioni in definitiva possono essere buone o cattive. Dipende dal raccolto, di quanto sia abbondante. E alcuni giorni mi pare di si e altri un pò meno. Il castagneto è li e non cambia e sono io che ho impressioni diverse ogni giorno che ci vado. Dipende da come mi sono svegliato la mattina, dipende da me da quello che ho dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-9181052875710068846?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9181052875710068846/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=9181052875710068846' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9181052875710068846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9181052875710068846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/10/da-cosa-dipende.html' title='da cosa dipende?'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rx5hYhukDlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wbBlsmZodbI/s72-c/PICT2962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3592249698252914077</id><published>2007-10-04T23:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:10:52.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i giorni del castagneto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RwVVoxukDkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iabRu3K_wjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117590710608203330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RwVVoxukDkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iabRu3K_wjQ/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La mattina presto, unico mio compagno nel bosco è il fuoco. Ha un odore, un suono è in tutto e per tutto una presenza. Affascina servirsi di arma antica. Che si sdoppia e si contorce e tende all'alto. Mi limito a controllarlo e ho sempre paura della sua potenza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3592249698252914077?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3592249698252914077/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3592249698252914077' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3592249698252914077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3592249698252914077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-giorni-del-castagneto.html' title='i giorni del castagneto'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RwVVoxukDkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iabRu3K_wjQ/s72-c/IMG_2910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-348620798810308673</id><published>2007-09-26T19:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:17:16.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>come un'auto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RvqStRukDiI/AAAAAAAAALk/v-VjdNwTHl4/s1600-h/PICT2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114561633383091746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RvqStRukDiI/AAAAAAAAALk/v-VjdNwTHl4/s320/PICT2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A volte credo che tutti abbiano un'anima, gli animali, gli alberi, il tostapane e persino le auto. Credo quindi che la mia auto abbia bisogno di vedere il meccanico e l'officina. Credo che il profumo di olii combustibili, di morchia, di benzine le facciano bene. E' per questo che inventa tutte le volte un piccolo problema. Così, io la porto lì. Allora ho deciso che da ora in poi la porterò dal meccanico anche se non presenta nessun problema. Ma io mi domando ogni quanto devo portarla. Quanti giorni potrà resistere senza vedere un officina?  Le macchine hanno un anima, ma non parlano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-348620798810308673?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/348620798810308673/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=348620798810308673' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/348620798810308673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/348620798810308673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-unauto.html' title='come un&apos;auto'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RvqStRukDiI/AAAAAAAAALk/v-VjdNwTHl4/s72-c/PICT2919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2850634109166352341</id><published>2007-09-14T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:17:28.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>l'inserimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RurAsMebHMI/AAAAAAAAALc/L1N9Vi_sIJY/s1600-h/PICT2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110108592700857538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RurAsMebHMI/AAAAAAAAALc/L1N9Vi_sIJY/s320/PICT2800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questi giorni si riaprono le scuole. Per alcuni alunni tutto è nuovo. Il luogo, le persone. E' per questo che c'è bisogno dell'inserimento. Quindi un genitore o un parente accompagnano il bimbo in questo nuovo mondo gradualmente. E' la loro presenza che li incoraggia e li sostiene. L'inserimento del maiale  nell'allevamento invece, è tutta un'altra cosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2850634109166352341?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2850634109166352341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2850634109166352341' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2850634109166352341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2850634109166352341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/09/linserimento.html' title='l&apos;inserimento'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RurAsMebHMI/AAAAAAAAALc/L1N9Vi_sIJY/s72-c/PICT2800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1878737430647584342</id><published>2007-09-09T04:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:25:08.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quello che mi piace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RuLYJJqxzYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uFxPPiS2N44/s1600-h/PICT2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107882579117329794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RuLYJJqxzYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uFxPPiS2N44/s320/PICT2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' da sempre che mi piacciono le cose, dove per un mio intervento, subito cambiano. Il gusto sta nell'immediatezza della loro risposta e della loro nuova vita. Come tagliare l'erba o radersi. Invece per le altre cose mi occorre più pazienza e più futuro. E più amore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1878737430647584342?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1878737430647584342/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1878737430647584342' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1878737430647584342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1878737430647584342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/09/quello-che-mi-piace.html' title='quello che mi piace'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RuLYJJqxzYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uFxPPiS2N44/s72-c/PICT2747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5409100195231327933</id><published>2007-09-03T05:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:44:21.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rtr4lnlgl3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7RUlBkexUCA/s1600-h/PICT2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105666452743034738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rtr4lnlgl3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7RUlBkexUCA/s320/PICT2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu che vivi in città, che vivi di corsa senza fermarti a riflettere, noleggia un mini-gregge. Potrai, in ambienti favolosi, riacquistare il giusto equilibrio con la natura. Potrai sederti su pascoli incontaminati, ascoltare il vento e condividere i tuoi pensieri con le foglie e col sole. Con un mini-gregge potrai entrare direttamente nei panni di un pastore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un mini-gregge è per sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5409100195231327933?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5409100195231327933/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5409100195231327933' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5409100195231327933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5409100195231327933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/09/business.html' title='business'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rtr4lnlgl3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7RUlBkexUCA/s72-c/PICT2739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4365075155144908337</id><published>2007-08-29T08:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:28:44.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un gregge per amico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RtSSRXlgl2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/tKRC0Vl5ltI/s1600-h/PICT2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103865104804386658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RtSSRXlgl2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/tKRC0Vl5ltI/s320/PICT2733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'unica vacanza che ho preso in questo agosto è nei confronti del blog. Anche se non è più un obbligo porto spesso le mie pecore a pascolare. Tutto questo per avere un pò di tempo tutto per me. Tutto questo per leggere in pace. Tutto questo per pensare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4365075155144908337?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4365075155144908337/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4365075155144908337' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4365075155144908337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4365075155144908337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/08/un-gregge-per-amico.html' title='un gregge per amico'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RtSSRXlgl2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/tKRC0Vl5ltI/s72-c/PICT2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6871814543783304533</id><published>2007-08-07T05:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:12:59.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>refrigerio n.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RrdkfvXL86I/AAAAAAAAAKY/m3kovXuf5A4/s1600-h/PICT2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095651999845446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RrdkfvXL86I/AAAAAAAAAKY/m3kovXuf5A4/s320/PICT2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questi giorni si sente dire di bere molto e di non uscire nelle ore più calde della giornata. E' un mistero per me come nessuno suggerisca di immergersi nel fango. Mah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6871814543783304533?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6871814543783304533/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6871814543783304533' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6871814543783304533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6871814543783304533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/08/refrigerio-n2.html' title='refrigerio n.2'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RrdkfvXL86I/AAAAAAAAAKY/m3kovXuf5A4/s72-c/PICT2726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4060923926177614838</id><published>2007-08-03T08:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:30:00.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>refrigerio n. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RrJLJLUY_jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0QL4IftMuSM/s1600-h/PICT2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094216749538672178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RrJLJLUY_jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0QL4IftMuSM/s320/PICT2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guardando il calendario, lo so, alla parola agosto fa già caldo. Ci si rifiuta di aggiungere alla maglietta, correttamente prevista dalla stagione, una camicia o una felpina. Non ci si può credere. E' per questo che in piazza a Firenzuola si patisce il freddo. Perchè nonostante tutto è agosto e deve far caldo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lapo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4060923926177614838?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4060923926177614838/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4060923926177614838' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4060923926177614838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4060923926177614838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/08/refrigerio-n-1.html' title='refrigerio n. 1'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RrJLJLUY_jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0QL4IftMuSM/s72-c/PICT2723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7403969822798835993</id><published>2007-07-29T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:16:57.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>del commentare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rqxo1rUY_iI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BgcWNjFYQW8/s1600-h/PICT2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560550019792418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rqxo1rUY_iI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BgcWNjFYQW8/s320/PICT2716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La vittoria arride solo all'uomo che sonnecchia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la frase è in un libro di Fred Vargas "i boschi eterni". Non c'è miglior commento di questo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7403969822798835993?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7403969822798835993/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7403969822798835993' title='37 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7403969822798835993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7403969822798835993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/07/del-commentare.html' title='del commentare'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rqxo1rUY_iI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BgcWNjFYQW8/s72-c/PICT2716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-9166170189449382447</id><published>2007-07-20T03:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:12:58.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>la fine del pollo del bettini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rp-M_Phr9BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VF-yBJhCBkg/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088941122079421458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rp-M_Phr9BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VF-yBJhCBkg/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La fine è arrivata un bel giorno. E tutti gli abbiamo fatto festa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-9166170189449382447?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9166170189449382447/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=9166170189449382447' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9166170189449382447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9166170189449382447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-fine-del-pollo-del-bettini.html' title='la fine del pollo del bettini'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rp-M_Phr9BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VF-yBJhCBkg/s72-c/IMG_2902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1035632854573545873</id><published>2007-07-17T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:21:41.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alcune volte il mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RpxtM_hr9AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JZawvqaGfG4/s1600-h/PICT2698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088061749000401922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RpxtM_hr9AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JZawvqaGfG4/s320/PICT2698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misurarsi con un altro ambiente è una cosa buona. Restare se stessi in ogni circostanza è quasi impossibile. Sulla spiaggia non c'è tregua, il sole ovunque sfarfalla l'aria e secca la sabbia. La vista di nessun albero all'orizzonte mi inquieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1035632854573545873?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1035632854573545873/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1035632854573545873' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1035632854573545873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1035632854573545873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/07/alcune-volte-il-mare.html' title='alcune volte il mare'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RpxtM_hr9AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JZawvqaGfG4/s72-c/PICT2698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4180316113432540901</id><published>2007-07-12T06:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:22:39.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fiori di castagno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RpUmC6tXsPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FsKsjU4Z8zk/s1600-h/IMG_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086013185745989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RpUmC6tXsPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FsKsjU4Z8zk/s320/IMG_2713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avere dentro di se il dolce e l'amaro, non è da tutti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oppure non è da tutti riconoscerlo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avere un profumo ed un sapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e il colore del sole. Il miele che viene da questi fiori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;è un ennesima opera d'arte della natura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4180316113432540901?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4180316113432540901/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4180316113432540901' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4180316113432540901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4180316113432540901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/07/fiori-di-castagno.html' title='fiori di castagno'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RpUmC6tXsPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FsKsjU4Z8zk/s72-c/IMG_2713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5527792195451952966</id><published>2007-07-06T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:59:12.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i polli del bettini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Ro4Bs6tXsOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p_txI_w4WEA/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084002900533293282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Ro4Bs6tXsOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p_txI_w4WEA/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il pollo del bettini è una razza in via d'estinzione, non è ne una razza antica ne una moderna creata in laboratorio. Il pollo del bettini vive di solito fino al matrimonio del bettini (da qui il nome).  Il 15 luglio il bettini sarà preso per il collo. Il pollo intendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5527792195451952966?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5527792195451952966/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5527792195451952966' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5527792195451952966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5527792195451952966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-polli-del-bettini.html' title='i polli del bettini'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Ro4Bs6tXsOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p_txI_w4WEA/s72-c/IMG_2710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3940078522772789809</id><published>2007-06-30T01:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:55:09.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>punti di vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RoUcmatXsNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OlZidTJp0EM/s1600-h/PICT2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081499200887697618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RoUcmatXsNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OlZidTJp0EM/s320/PICT2654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dipende sempre da cosa si guarda e da dove si guarda. Non si può percepire tutto contemporaneamente e si finisce di vedere poi quello che ci fa comodo e basta. Sembra che non si possa mai essere certi di fare una bella figura. Facciamo attenzione a non essere ridicoli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3940078522772789809?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3940078522772789809/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3940078522772789809' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3940078522772789809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3940078522772789809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/punti-di-vista.html' title='punti di vista'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RoUcmatXsNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OlZidTJp0EM/s72-c/PICT2654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-8362587042914990139</id><published>2007-06-27T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:38:43.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20.38'/><title type='text'>oggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RoKumqtXsMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXmKS8R7r-k/s1600-h/PICT2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080815308950188226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RoKumqtXsMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXmKS8R7r-k/s320/PICT2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si misura anche così, il tempo che passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-8362587042914990139?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8362587042914990139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=8362587042914990139' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/8362587042914990139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/8362587042914990139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/oggi.html' title='oggi'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RoKumqtXsMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXmKS8R7r-k/s72-c/PICT2658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1671980956298420471</id><published>2007-06-22T08:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:52:06.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rimuginare e ruminare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnrxxwMlinI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/McuhlmsrO-0/s1600-h/PICT2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078637366867233394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnrxxwMlinI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/McuhlmsrO-0/s320/PICT2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alcune volte sono in ritardo con gli eventi. Scrivo di cose già successe. Di pensieri che ho già avuto. Aspetto di averli digeriti e assimilati. Più o meno come fanno le pecore, che prima di digerire ruminano con i loro stomaci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E allora mi trovo a scrivere oggi della sagra del prugnolo, avvenimento imperdibile di firenzuola. Le cose più buffe della sagra sono il sindaco che prende le ordinazioni, (fa molto paese) e le autovetture esposte. Chi conosce qualcuno che ha comprato la macchina alla sagra del prugnolo di firenzuola???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1671980956298420471?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1671980956298420471/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1671980956298420471' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1671980956298420471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1671980956298420471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/rimuginare-e-ruminare.html' title='rimuginare e ruminare'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnrxxwMlinI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/McuhlmsrO-0/s72-c/PICT2538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7974898748206816265</id><published>2007-06-19T04:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:51:14.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>componenti dello pseudo gregge n.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnbGBAMlimI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0sPHq5s-u9U/s1600-h/PICT2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077463350441773666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnbGBAMlimI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0sPHq5s-u9U/s320/PICT2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'ultimo e non per questo meno importante degli altri si chiama Cipollino. Il motivo è da cercare nella mente di una bambina di tre anni e mezzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7974898748206816265?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7974898748206816265/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7974898748206816265' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7974898748206816265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7974898748206816265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/componenti-dello-pseudo-gregge-n5.html' title='componenti dello pseudo gregge n.5'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnbGBAMlimI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0sPHq5s-u9U/s72-c/PICT2530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1441191399411300120</id><published>2007-06-16T08:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:25:48.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>componenti dello pseudo gregge n.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnMDbAMlilI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WHGdlrcQ3vI/s1600-h/PICT2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076404967420824146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnMDbAMlilI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WHGdlrcQ3vI/s320/PICT2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questo è il pezzo forte del gregge: il montone. Si chiama Appenninico come la sua razza. Appena entra nel recinto tutti gridano Appenninico, Appenninico, Appenninico. Come nel film del gladiatore quando lo chiamano ispanico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vedo troppi film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. la pecora che non aveva nome, in base al suggerimento ora si chiama Annalisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1441191399411300120?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1441191399411300120/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1441191399411300120' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1441191399411300120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1441191399411300120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/componenti-dello-pseudo-gregge-n4.html' title='componenti dello pseudo gregge n.4'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RnMDbAMlilI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WHGdlrcQ3vI/s72-c/PICT2527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5070586103011031425</id><published>2007-06-13T08:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:04:13.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>componenti dello pseudo gregge n.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rm8KMgMlikI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZL2hDnYPXgw/s1600-h/PICT2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075286514987272770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rm8KMgMlikI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZL2hDnYPXgw/s320/PICT2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purtroppo per lei non c'è il nome. Però l'ho lasciata perchè mi sembra che venga su bene. Non so dire perchè, ma ho fiducia in lei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5070586103011031425?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5070586103011031425/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5070586103011031425' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5070586103011031425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5070586103011031425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/componenti-dello-pseudo-gregge-n3.html' title='componenti dello pseudo gregge n.3'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rm8KMgMlikI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZL2hDnYPXgw/s72-c/PICT2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5156843037618946964</id><published>2007-06-11T06:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:44:55.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>componenti dello pseudo gregge n.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmxUWQMlijI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ApBm-KVWBGw/s1600-h/PICT2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074523621421320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmxUWQMlijI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ApBm-KVWBGw/s320/PICT2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orsetta è una pecora giovane che è nata qui. Ha partorito questo inverno per la prima volta. Il colore della sua lana è bellissimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5156843037618946964?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5156843037618946964/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5156843037618946964' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5156843037618946964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5156843037618946964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/componenti-dello-pseudo-gregge-n2.html' title='componenti dello pseudo gregge n.2'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmxUWQMlijI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ApBm-KVWBGw/s72-c/PICT2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-826411040343371555</id><published>2007-06-10T03:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:06:27.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>componenti dello pseudo gregge n.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmrPvgMliiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-LrBtSeu6uI/s1600-h/PICT2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074096345189812770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmrPvgMliiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-LrBtSeu6uI/s320/PICT2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questa femmina è il capo indiscusso del gregge. E' lei che decide dove mangiare. E' la più vecchia e la più saggia. Il suo nome è Giovedi per quella sua mania di essere sempre nel mezzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-826411040343371555?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/826411040343371555/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=826411040343371555' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/826411040343371555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/826411040343371555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/componenti-dello-pseudo-gregge-n1.html' title='componenti dello pseudo gregge n.1'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmrPvgMliiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-LrBtSeu6uI/s72-c/PICT2528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6178744728863148669</id><published>2007-06-05T05:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:02:02.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>parole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmRhk8yky2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UwctN5IBJ3w/s1600-h/PICT2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072286367747459938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmRhk8yky2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UwctN5IBJ3w/s320/PICT2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gregge è una parola grossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6178744728863148669?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6178744728863148669/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6178744728863148669' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6178744728863148669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6178744728863148669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/06/parole.html' title='parole'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RmRhk8yky2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UwctN5IBJ3w/s72-c/PICT2513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7195156327399152582</id><published>2007-06-01T04:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:55:07.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'>non più pastore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rl8L48yky1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/N7xnaboBhJI/s1600-h/IMG_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070784778461301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rl8L48yky1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/N7xnaboBhJI/s320/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il gregge non c'è più, ma restano i pensieri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7195156327399152582?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7195156327399152582/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7195156327399152582' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7195156327399152582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7195156327399152582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/05/non-pi-pastore.html' title='non più pastore'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rl8L48yky1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/N7xnaboBhJI/s72-c/IMG_2707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7803132909848069929</id><published>2007-05-22T04:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:35:24.342+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fine delle proiezioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RlHWUcU8LCI/AAAAAAAAAII/wK0G8W6qtHs/s1600-h/PICT2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067066702458268706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RlHWUcU8LCI/AAAAAAAAAII/wK0G8W6qtHs/s320/PICT2463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scorrono i titoli di coda, gli ultimi spettatori sono usciti. Spiderman ha riportato l'ordine a New York. Per quest'anno è finita. Si manda indietro la pellicola, si chiude nella scatola e via. Tutto si ferma fino a settembre, quando ci sarà di nuovo la voglia di ricominciare. I film mi mancheranno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7803132909848069929?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7803132909848069929/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7803132909848069929' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7803132909848069929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7803132909848069929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/05/fine-delle-proiezioni.html' title='fine delle proiezioni'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RlHWUcU8LCI/AAAAAAAAAII/wK0G8W6qtHs/s72-c/PICT2463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7748533558601935717</id><published>2007-05-21T04:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:27:38.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>l'idea di dividere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RlCEQ8U8LBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZzFkGesHRFc/s1600-h/PICT2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066695007398538258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RlCEQ8U8LBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZzFkGesHRFc/s320/PICT2461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' solo un idea, di dividere in porzioni la terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' anche la testimonianza di un passaggio, appesa a un filo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' un tentativo di fermare che accoglie solo chi sa capire. Ma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i recinti non hanno mai fermato nessuno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7748533558601935717?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7748533558601935717/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7748533558601935717' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7748533558601935717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7748533558601935717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/05/lidea-di-dividere.html' title='l&apos;idea di dividere'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RlCEQ8U8LBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZzFkGesHRFc/s72-c/PICT2461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-9221277706962198132</id><published>2007-05-16T08:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:19:09.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>come al mercato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rkohf7IureI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yZWT4AzmrxQ/s1600-h/PICT2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064897563265510882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rkohf7IureI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yZWT4AzmrxQ/s320/PICT2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La mattina la passo a camminare. Alcune volte di corsa, velocemente. Altre, un pò rilassato spostando in  avanti i piedi. Sempre dietro alle pecore. E' questo muovermi lento e costante, quasi un vagare che mi fa venire in mente un mercato. E' al mercato che la mia andatura si fa inerziale. Mi sposto senza pensare, senza vedere, senza ascoltare. Mille sono le barriere che frappongo tra me e il mondo. Non considero questo camminare, o meglio andare da un luogo ad un altro, considero questo come aspettare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma che cosa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-9221277706962198132?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9221277706962198132/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=9221277706962198132' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9221277706962198132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9221277706962198132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/05/come-al-mercato.html' title='come al mercato'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rkohf7IureI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yZWT4AzmrxQ/s72-c/PICT2443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3890421737190328962</id><published>2007-05-10T02:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:38:47.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>in un altro mondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RkHqEbIurdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-GL-w2v8WT0/s1600-h/piatto_zucchina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062584817865895378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RkHqEbIurdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-GL-w2v8WT0/s320/piatto_zucchina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho letto questo libro, come mia abitudine, sui pascoli steso al sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed è stato come se le pecore con i loro campanelli accompagnassero le parole del libro sull'erba di un mondo immaginario. Visto da un bambino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meno male che ci sono libri come questo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3890421737190328962?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3890421737190328962/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3890421737190328962' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3890421737190328962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3890421737190328962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-un-altro-mondo.html' title='in un altro mondo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RkHqEbIurdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-GL-w2v8WT0/s72-c/piatto_zucchina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7280883302555710474</id><published>2007-05-06T08:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:50:36.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mi ricordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rjz6u7IurcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/95aE009AO3c/s1600-h/napoleone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061195765312826818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rjz6u7IurcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/95aE009AO3c/s320/napoleone.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ei fu, siccome immobile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dato il mortal respiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stette la spoglia immemore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;orba di tanto spiro....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poi c'è qualcosa con il nunzio e l'uom fatale ma non ci arrivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma mi ricordo il piacere che provavo nel saperla tutta a memoria. Era alle medie forse. Quando si aveva il tempo di imparare le poesie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7280883302555710474?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7280883302555710474/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7280883302555710474' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7280883302555710474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7280883302555710474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/05/mi-ricordo.html' title='mi ricordo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rjz6u7IurcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/95aE009AO3c/s72-c/napoleone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5004935780154088712</id><published>2007-04-30T04:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:30:29.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>le nonne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjTUobIurbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3TDq34GJ9g/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058902072388136370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjTUobIurbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3TDq34GJ9g/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le nonne non si risparmiano. Quando ci sono i nipoti  è tutto un rincorrerli, parlargli, cercare di farli mangiare. E' una energia che viene dalla loro giovinezza e che non finisce mai. E' anche ripercorrere le tappe di un figlio. Per questo quando i nipoti non ci sono, le nonne si riposano, ma pensano a loro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5004935780154088712?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5004935780154088712/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5004935780154088712' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5004935780154088712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5004935780154088712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-nonne.html' title='le nonne'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjTUobIurbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3TDq34GJ9g/s72-c/IMG_2606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6824063868744961209</id><published>2007-04-28T07:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:38:48.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quando sono solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjJdK7IuraI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ss_vMGW4I68/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058207773744868770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjJdK7IuraI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ss_vMGW4I68/s320/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando sono solo a casa devo farmi da mangiare. Mangio soltanto  quando non posso farne a meno. Allora, solo la vista delle scatolette mi calma. Così associo la solitudine alle scatolette. Ma prima o poi lei tornerà e la mia pancia e i miei occhi esulteranno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6824063868744961209?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6824063868744961209/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6824063868744961209' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6824063868744961209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6824063868744961209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-sono-solo.html' title='quando sono solo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjJdK7IuraI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ss_vMGW4I68/s72-c/IMG_2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3938861808510948974</id><published>2007-04-27T05:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:00:34.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>l'ultimo sognatore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjDz-bIurZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1p4us_yU4c4/s1600-h/COSIMOMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057810635298876818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjDz-bIurZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1p4us_yU4c4/s320/COSIMOMO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Refrattario ad ogni forma di intelligenza pratica, dinamico quanto basta, credulone e romantico, questo è il profilo dell'illustre Dottor Cosimo Magnelli. L'ho visto crescere fino alla laurea. Posso dirlo. I suoi più cari amici hanno odiato fin da subito il chiostro di Genova (oggetto della tesi). Fermarsi nel silenzio e nell'ombra del passato sembra un andare contro corrente. E lo è. Con oggi il laureato perde soltanto una bella fetta della sua giovinezza, il resto è tutto in divenire. Se in questi giorni lo vedete sorridere, non preoccupatevi, sta ancora sognando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;complimenti lapo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3938861808510948974?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3938861808510948974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3938861808510948974' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3938861808510948974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3938861808510948974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/lultimo-sognatore.html' title='l&apos;ultimo sognatore'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RjDz-bIurZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1p4us_yU4c4/s72-c/COSIMOMO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3769472505425202688</id><published>2007-04-24T05:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:54:52.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>periodo bianco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Riz_rHedmpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/g9KnjjL4mss/s1600-h/PICT2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056697597836499602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Riz_rHedmpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/g9KnjjL4mss/s320/PICT2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questo periodo la cosa più importante che faccio è mungere. E' la prima occupazione la mattina e l'ultima la sera. E' una parentesi bianca della mia giornata. Nel mezzo c'è il mio corpo che si consuma e si finisce. Non vedo l'ora che arrivi la sera per finire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3769472505425202688?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3769472505425202688/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3769472505425202688' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3769472505425202688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3769472505425202688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/periodo-bianco.html' title='periodo bianco'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Riz_rHedmpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/g9KnjjL4mss/s72-c/PICT2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4706046484318134784</id><published>2007-04-22T04:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:16:06.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Al sole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RipFf3edmoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lmszCe0FHmU/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055929945446783618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RipFf3edmoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lmszCe0FHmU/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quelli che mi hanno visto negli ultimi giorni mi hanno chiesto come mai sono abbronzato. Perchè lavoro all'aperto, ho risposto. Non porto sulla faccia con la stessa evidenza i segni della pioggia o del tramontano. Il sole, quello si che mi si appiccica addosso. Sembra così che la natura voglia farmi ricordare solo i giorni più belli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4706046484318134784?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4706046484318134784/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4706046484318134784' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4706046484318134784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4706046484318134784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/al-sole.html' title='Al sole'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RipFf3edmoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lmszCe0FHmU/s72-c/IMG_2603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5931117852427606925</id><published>2007-04-19T08:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:15:50.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>la verità appesa ad un filo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiaJL-X52JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O65iyznP9Qc/s1600-h/PICT2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054878470584785042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiaJL-X52JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O65iyznP9Qc/s320/PICT2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ci sono molti livelli con cui si possono capire le cose.Il primo livello è la prima impressione. L'ultimo la conoscenza vera, la verità. Nel mezzo ci stanno la fantasia e l'esperienze personali. Sembra che arrampicarsi in alto, molto in alto in una giornata di vento sia un lavoro rischioso e pieno di coraggio. Invece però è dettato dalla paura, si chiama sopravvivenza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5931117852427606925?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5931117852427606925/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5931117852427606925' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5931117852427606925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5931117852427606925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-verit-appesa-ad-un-filo.html' title='la verità appesa ad un filo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiaJL-X52JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O65iyznP9Qc/s72-c/PICT2388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-562405483515401649</id><published>2007-04-16T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:37:33.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pecora a sonagli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiNei8nHU4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YUVLBTwWVF0/s1600-h/PICT2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053987161318577026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiNei8nHU4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YUVLBTwWVF0/s320/PICT2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La pecora a sonagli prende vita nei primi giorni della primavera, quando l'erba appena spuntata è molto sostanziosa. Dopo l'inverno passato a nutrirsi di fieno e cioè di erba secca, la nuova dieta genera in alcuni soggetti qualche problemino di intestino. La coda quindi si sporca notevolmente. Il disturbo passa dopo un pò, e assistiamo finalmente alla pecora a sonagli. Gli escrementi che col tempo si sono seccati sulla lana della coda emettono il caratteristico suono quando l'animale si muove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma questa è una storia da pastori....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-562405483515401649?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/562405483515401649/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=562405483515401649' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/562405483515401649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/562405483515401649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/pecora-sonagli.html' title='pecora a sonagli'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiNei8nHU4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YUVLBTwWVF0/s72-c/PICT2385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5146545285039485567</id><published>2007-04-14T09:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:24:53.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>la cosa più dura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiFTUsnHU3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/70AyBw7CiRU/s1600-h/PICT2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053411871924114290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiFTUsnHU3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/70AyBw7CiRU/s320/PICT2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sopra i resti del passato scivolano via queste pecore cercando l'erba presente. Rendono suono e colpo di zoccolo alle pietre ferme al sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passano oggi, per tornarci domani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La cosa più dura del lavoro del pastore, oltre a continuare a fare il pastore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;è scrivere un blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5146545285039485567?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5146545285039485567/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5146545285039485567' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5146545285039485567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5146545285039485567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-cosa-pi-dura.html' title='la cosa più dura'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RiFTUsnHU3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/70AyBw7CiRU/s72-c/PICT2152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-9072640115698119223</id><published>2007-04-12T18:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:18:33.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando siamo in tanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rh3c4snHU2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LhMOgIL00cw/s1600-h/PICT2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052437223585567586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rh3c4snHU2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LhMOgIL00cw/s320/PICT2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non si può pensare bene quando si è in tanti, perchè capita che dobbiamo anche parlare. Allora in questi giorni non ho scritto niente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La mente è vuota e la pancia piena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-9072640115698119223?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9072640115698119223/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=9072640115698119223' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9072640115698119223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/9072640115698119223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-siamo-in-tanti.html' title='Quando siamo in tanti'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rh3c4snHU2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LhMOgIL00cw/s72-c/PICT2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-623439171448180275</id><published>2007-04-04T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:45:56.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goccie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RhNlnDev-dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jbSzFHxQVqM/s1600-h/PICT2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049491328836041170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RhNlnDev-dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jbSzFHxQVqM/s320/PICT2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questi giorni ho dato via tutti gli agnelli che avevo. E' il loro momento. Mi sono interrogato spesso, su come gli animali sopportano questo. O non sono intelligenti da capire oppure lo sono ma accettano, continuando a vivere giorno per giorno, assecondandoci. Non è comunque un problema da poco. Mi perdo in questo pensiero e mai saprò la verità, come una lacrima o una goccia di pioggia sotto l'occhio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-623439171448180275?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/623439171448180275/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=623439171448180275' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/623439171448180275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/623439171448180275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/04/goccie.html' title='Goccie'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RhNlnDev-dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jbSzFHxQVqM/s72-c/PICT2048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6348994914663870199</id><published>2007-03-30T02:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:58:51.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i giorni passano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgvSWuSuqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zr7lrcRoQNU/s1600-h/PICT2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047359095224314018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgvSWuSuqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zr7lrcRoQNU/s320/PICT2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gli ultimi tre o quattro giorni hanno avuto la pioggia come padrona. Si pensa in questi casi a quando finirà di piovere, perchè l'esperienza ci insegna che sicuramente smetterà. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poi smette davvero. Allora esco di casa e sono  felice che non piove più. Sono contento di averli passati, questi brutti giorni. A volte ragiono come se i miei giorni fossero infiniti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6348994914663870199?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6348994914663870199/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6348994914663870199' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6348994914663870199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6348994914663870199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-giorni-passano.html' title='i giorni passano'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgvSWuSuqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zr7lrcRoQNU/s72-c/PICT2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4328506121932330719</id><published>2007-03-24T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:58:27.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ognuno ha i suoi maestri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgQF7yp9POI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ox6xfI31S3U/s1600-h/PICT2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045164007329971426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgQF7yp9POI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ox6xfI31S3U/s320/PICT2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questi giorni è nevicato. Le solite occupazioni che svolgo all'aperto sono state interrotte. Allora mi è venuto alla mente quello che raccontò Pacciani al processo, di quello che gli raccomandò suo padre, mirabile esempio di saggezza contadina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Oh nacchero, quando tu guadagni du' lire, una spendila e una mettila da parte, perchè quando piove e un si lavora ma mangiare si deve."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4328506121932330719?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4328506121932330719/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4328506121932330719' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4328506121932330719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4328506121932330719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/ognuno-ha-i-suoi-maestri.html' title='ognuno ha i suoi maestri'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgQF7yp9POI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ox6xfI31S3U/s72-c/PICT2329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4083935752752406240</id><published>2007-03-23T03:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:40:32.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il cane, la bambina, il pupazzo di neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgLMjCp9PNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JMjQYHHQdng/s1600-h/PICT2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044819434988715218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgLMjCp9PNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JMjQYHHQdng/s320/PICT2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il pupazzo sulla neve, il castello di sabbia in riva al mare, sono tappe importanti. Sono passaggi da superare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4083935752752406240?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4083935752752406240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4083935752752406240' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4083935752752406240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4083935752752406240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/il-cane-la-bambina-il-pupazzo-di-neve.html' title='il cane, la bambina, il pupazzo di neve'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgLMjCp9PNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JMjQYHHQdng/s72-c/PICT2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-44327064724044701</id><published>2007-03-22T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:02:48.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il bambino che è in noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgFW2Sp9PMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3DKB_-WFMzA/s1600-h/PICT2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408548352408770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgFW2Sp9PMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3DKB_-WFMzA/s320/PICT2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ci sono cose a cui non si può resistere e allora capita di essere ridicoli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-44327064724044701?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/44327064724044701/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=44327064724044701' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/44327064724044701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/44327064724044701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/il-bambino-che-in-noi.html' title='il bambino che è in noi'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgFW2Sp9PMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3DKB_-WFMzA/s72-c/PICT2338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6655809467991702880</id><published>2007-03-21T01:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:44:25.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>noi non lo sappiamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgAOnip9PLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iX0gwVOnd50/s1600-h/PICT2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044047655135427762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgAOnip9PLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iX0gwVOnd50/s320/PICT2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante questi giorni di freddo, non possiamo neanche immaginare quanto buono può essere il mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6655809467991702880?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6655809467991702880/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6655809467991702880' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6655809467991702880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6655809467991702880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/noi-non-lo-sappiamo.html' title='noi non lo sappiamo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RgAOnip9PLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iX0gwVOnd50/s72-c/PICT2331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1903556230067632728</id><published>2007-03-18T04:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:32:12.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecco perchè</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfxA_WXvQnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MBZGwDLIj7s/s1600-h/PICT2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042977139829195378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfxA_WXvQnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MBZGwDLIj7s/s320/PICT2217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le pecore, o meglio gli ovini si suddividono in tre categorie. Da latte, da carne, da lana pregiata. Le mie non appartengono a nessuna delle tre. Hanno fondato una quarta categoria. Sono da corsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossibile mi è stato finora capire il motivo di tanto correre. Corrono in qualunque periodo dell'anno, quando c'è erba e quando ce n'è poca. Soprattutto nelle prime ore della mattina. Poi mano a mano che ho imparato a conoscerle, che ho acquistato esperienza, ho cominciato a sospettare di cosa potrebbe trattarsi. Ecco perchè non le capisco, sono tutte femmine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1903556230067632728?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1903556230067632728/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1903556230067632728' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1903556230067632728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1903556230067632728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/ecco-perch.html' title='Ecco perchè'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfxA_WXvQnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MBZGwDLIj7s/s72-c/PICT2217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2851662279145164429</id><published>2007-03-15T05:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:13:46.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il mare in montagna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfhV32XvQmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PshxD_kePOA/s1600-h/PICT2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041874200817517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfhV32XvQmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PshxD_kePOA/s320/PICT2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oggi mi sono fermato al sole. Ho chiuso gli occhi. C'era un telone nero che sventolava. Il rumore era quello di una vela che prende il vento e sposta la barca. E poi c'era un rumore di corde in tensione, e un rumore di onde arricciate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oggi sono stato un pescatore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2851662279145164429?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2851662279145164429/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2851662279145164429' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2851662279145164429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2851662279145164429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/il-mare-in-montagna.html' title='il mare in montagna'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfhV32XvQmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PshxD_kePOA/s72-c/PICT2148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3846545482995343200</id><published>2007-03-13T07:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:26:19.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scherzi della natura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfXQg2XvQlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y1Fmk0_WZno/s1600-h/PICT2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041164620680610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfXQg2XvQlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y1Fmk0_WZno/s320/PICT2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un albero fiorito è sempre bello da vedere. E' un regalo che abbiamo per pochi giorni, prima cioè che spuntino, in questa specie, le foglie. I sensi sono avvolti dal profumo e dal colore. Niente si perde dello spettacolo. Eppure a volte l'albero fiorisce e piove, oppure il vento spezza i fiori. E penso alle api e ai bombi e ad altri insetti che non potranno cibarsene. Che spreco. La realtà è spesso un fiore inutile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3846545482995343200?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3846545482995343200/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3846545482995343200' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3846545482995343200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3846545482995343200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/scherzi-della-natura.html' title='scherzi della natura'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfXQg2XvQlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y1Fmk0_WZno/s72-c/PICT2237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7640341969595874145</id><published>2007-03-10T04:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:51:34.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>questione di pelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfA9asefQVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zjNnraQlcYg/s1600-h/PICT2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039595511852515666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfA9asefQVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zjNnraQlcYg/s320/PICT2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vedendoli insieme per la prima volta l'altro giorno, me lo sono chiesto. Come mai nessuno dei due ha pensato di essere superiore all'altro? Eppure sono diversi. Forse gli è bastato annusarsi per capire che sono entrambi maiali. E allora è sconcertante quanto la nostra intelligenza di uomini riesca a rovinare tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Annusiamoci di più.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7640341969595874145?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7640341969595874145/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7640341969595874145' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7640341969595874145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7640341969595874145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/questione-di-pelle.html' title='questione di pelle'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RfA9asefQVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zjNnraQlcYg/s72-c/PICT2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4971957941393290509</id><published>2007-03-07T05:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:24:25.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tutto all'incontrario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Re29ScR58vI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dzhtEWBVxX8/s1600-h/PICT2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038891682624041714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Re29ScR58vI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dzhtEWBVxX8/s320/PICT2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leggo sul giornalino del comune di Firenzuola che nell'ultimo anno sono stati spesi, per i lavori pubblici due milioni di euro. Mi sembra che il sindaco ne parli con un certo trionfalismo. Lo so come si svolgono i lavori pubblici, lo so come lo sanno tutti. Forse un terzo si poteva tranquillamente rispiarmare. Per fare un buco in terra si usano quindici ruspe. Avrei preferito che il sindaco avesse detto che purtroppo sono stati spesi due milioni di euro, oppure che era contento di aver speso solo 200 mila euro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4971957941393290509?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4971957941393290509/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4971957941393290509' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4971957941393290509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4971957941393290509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/tutto-allincontrario.html' title='tutto all&apos;incontrario'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Re29ScR58vI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dzhtEWBVxX8/s72-c/PICT2223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4529506653292437920</id><published>2007-03-06T06:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:05:29.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>anni incomprensibili</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rex1tAyUqnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/k30DQimSDtk/s1600-h/imm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038531499286375026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rex1tAyUqnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/k30DQimSDtk/s320/imm.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' una cosa di moda, fa parte di un certo pensare, che se le cose sono fatte, hanno sicuramente un perchè. C'è un motivo. Ma c'è anche il bisogno di raccontare qualcosa che non tutti capiscono. Di essere in qualche modo elitari. Ci sono film, poesie, libri, spettacoli teatrali, dove non si capisce nulla. E difficilmente si dice di non aver capito nulla. Non è una bella figura. Ma se è vero che per una corretta comunicazione bisogna essere in due, non siamo sempre noi in difetto. Alcune volte non si capisce, perchè non c'è niente da capire, e mi preoccupa perchè, quasi sempre, significa che non si ha nulla da dire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo confuso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4529506653292437920?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4529506653292437920/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4529506653292437920' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4529506653292437920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4529506653292437920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/anni-incomprensibili.html' title='anni incomprensibili'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rex1tAyUqnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/k30DQimSDtk/s72-c/imm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-161141115878073557</id><published>2007-03-02T05:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:04:05.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>casualità</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReciQfPN5fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LYf7Cnfp6BQ/s1600-h/PICT2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037032374895764978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReciQfPN5fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LYf7Cnfp6BQ/s320/PICT2219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volevo in questi giorni essere normale. Volevo dimenticarmi di fare il pastore a trent'anni in cima alla montagna, e di condurre  una vita quasi ascetica. E per essere normale volevo guardare sanremo. Però il destino, il fato o come si chiama  si è accanito sulla mia povera televisione, che già non era perfetta, rendendola muta e orba. Che dire...quale prova ancora devo superare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-161141115878073557?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/161141115878073557/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=161141115878073557' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/161141115878073557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/161141115878073557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/03/casualit.html' title='casualità'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReciQfPN5fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LYf7Cnfp6BQ/s72-c/PICT2219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4777746687185234828</id><published>2007-03-01T04:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:29:14.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il mio amico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReXHpvPN5eI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cWJ3MW-uP7M/s1600-h/PICT2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036651278152623586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReXHpvPN5eI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cWJ3MW-uP7M/s320/PICT2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il mio amico viene a trovarmi la domenica. Qualche volta il sabato. Sempre per pochi minuti, perchè è impegnatissimo. Porta la macchina fotografica e fotografa me e i miei animali. E mi parla del mondo che io non vedo, secondo lui. Mi parla dello smog, del traffico e di tutte le cose belle a cui ho rinunciato. Ha sempre qualcosa da dire. Non può stare più di tanto senza la sua auto. E' uno che si muove molto. Quasi mai a piedi. Lo vedo poi che riparte verso la civiltà. Nella foto mi insegna come stabilire l'età del castagno da frutto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4777746687185234828?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4777746687185234828/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4777746687185234828' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4777746687185234828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4777746687185234828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/il-mio-amico.html' title='il mio amico'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReXHpvPN5eI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cWJ3MW-uP7M/s72-c/PICT2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4267024045515279696</id><published>2007-02-26T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:52:12.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>distrazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReM4yPPN5dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ighngvQ8sS8/s1600-h/PICT2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035931244065318354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReM4yPPN5dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ighngvQ8sS8/s320/PICT2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tutto avviene mentre si è in cammino, che sia a piedi, in bicicletta, in tram in automobile non importa, avviene perchè c'è uno spostamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sembra che il cervello incominci a muoversi quando il corpo si muove. Il fenomeno è curioso, man mano che ci si allontana dall'oggetto che si è lasciato a casa, il pensiero prende forma, si sgrossa, si pulisce e in un preciso momento viene a galla. Hai dimenticato qualcosa. Quante volte l'ho aspettato!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4267024045515279696?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4267024045515279696/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4267024045515279696' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4267024045515279696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4267024045515279696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/distrazione.html' title='distrazione'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReM4yPPN5dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ighngvQ8sS8/s72-c/PICT2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2689366670748790805</id><published>2007-02-25T04:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:47:40.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ancora animali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReCHu_PN5cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_TLBCgY5u2I/s1600-h/PICT2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035173624719205826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReCHu_PN5cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_TLBCgY5u2I/s320/PICT2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alcune volte la "moglie" e la figlia partono col treno. Vanno in Francia a trovare i parenti come è giusto che sia. Ma perchè vanno in uno zoo con le capre quando qui pare l'arca di Noè?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2689366670748790805?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2689366670748790805/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2689366670748790805' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2689366670748790805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2689366670748790805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/ancora-animali.html' title='ancora animali'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/ReCHu_PN5cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_TLBCgY5u2I/s72-c/PICT2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6959149868801660981</id><published>2007-02-24T03:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:47:18.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>l'acqua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rd8lLPPN5bI/AAAAAAAAADw/KVx4TAwbPYA/s1600-h/libri-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783783422649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rd8lLPPN5bI/AAAAAAAAADw/KVx4TAwbPYA/s320/libri-2.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho letto questo libro che parla dell'acqua. E' difficile commentare ed avere un opinione su questo argomento in poche righe. Leggetelo e scoprirete quanto ancora siamo ciechi di fronte a certe cose. Il libro è abbastanza catastrofico, parla di guerre per il controllo dell'acqua. E sprechi enormi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuttavia credo che all'ultimo gli uomini capiranno e in qualche modo si salveranno dalla carenza di acqua. All'ultimo però, come sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6959149868801660981?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6959149868801660981/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6959149868801660981' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6959149868801660981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6959149868801660981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/lacqua.html' title='l&apos;acqua'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rd8lLPPN5bI/AAAAAAAAADw/KVx4TAwbPYA/s72-c/libri-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5757083881389452312</id><published>2007-02-21T04:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:29:52.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>carnevale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rds99fPN5aI/AAAAAAAAADk/S8DEDKcFt9U/s1600-h/PICT2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033685135083300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rds99fPN5aI/AAAAAAAAADk/S8DEDKcFt9U/s320/PICT2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ovviamente i bambini non hanno nessuna responsabilità di come si sono vestiti oggi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5757083881389452312?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5757083881389452312/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5757083881389452312' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5757083881389452312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5757083881389452312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/carnevale.html' title='carnevale'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rds99fPN5aI/AAAAAAAAADk/S8DEDKcFt9U/s72-c/PICT2180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2905645897912606051</id><published>2007-02-20T08:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:56:58.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rdoln_PN5ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ovOvv5C8gxM/s1600-h/imm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033376902460335506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rdoln_PN5ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ovOvv5C8gxM/s320/imm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La cosa più bella di questo film è la parola "ricerca" nel titolo. Penso che siano pochi i momenti veramente felici, e che tutti vadano  ricercati con cura e pazienza. Ma il film non mi è piaciuto. Non si può fraintendere la felicità con il benessere economico. Il sogno americano funziona per uno solo e cosa ne sarà per gli altri che continuano a fare  la fila per un pasto o un letto? Eppoi il lavoro di broker dove si specula sui soldi, non può essere un esempio per nulla. Le banche generano più infelicità e disuguaglianza di quanta ne creano. Mi è piaciuto Will Smith e suo figlio. Suo figlio che secondo la tesi del film, non sarà mai felice, perchè tutto gli sarà facile.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2905645897912606051?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2905645897912606051/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2905645897912606051' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2905645897912606051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2905645897912606051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/film.html' title='film'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rdoln_PN5ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ovOvv5C8gxM/s72-c/imm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6636393862871073354</id><published>2007-02-17T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:24:24.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancora maiale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rdc27PPN5YI/AAAAAAAAADM/gqIBndmLVOw/s1600-h/PICT2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032551499940357506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rdc27PPN5YI/AAAAAAAAADM/gqIBndmLVOw/s320/PICT2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ci sono alcune persone che hanno vissuto in campagna quando ancora &lt;/div&gt;la campagna era campagna. Quando cioè "fare il maiale" era una cosa normale. Fin da piccoli si sono abituati a questa scena. Ora è un evento&lt;br /&gt;da fotografare un sabato o una domenica. La campagna non è più campagna.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6636393862871073354?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6636393862871073354/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6636393862871073354' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6636393862871073354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6636393862871073354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/ancora-maiale.html' title='Ancora maiale'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rdc27PPN5YI/AAAAAAAAADM/gqIBndmLVOw/s72-c/PICT2175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4982586836816829975</id><published>2007-02-17T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:05:21.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inganno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RdXiIfPN5XI/AAAAAAAAADA/8LAeDs3ZhFk/s1600-h/PICT2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032176794108552562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RdXiIfPN5XI/AAAAAAAAADA/8LAeDs3ZhFk/s320/PICT2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Io ci spero sempre, ma so di sbagliarmi. E' l'esperienza che me lo dice. So che sotto quella nebbia, laggiù c'è Firenzuola. Con le sue case, con i suoi abitanti. Eppure spero che un giorno Firenzuola scompaia. Al suo posto non ci vorrei niente, alberi, erba, un fiume. Quando la nebbia si dirada, e i primi tetti spuntano dal bianco, ecco che la rivedo, Firenzuola. E' l'esperienza che me lo dice, ma chi potrà mai giurare che per un attimo non sia sparita sul serio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4982586836816829975?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4982586836816829975/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4982586836816829975' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4982586836816829975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4982586836816829975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/inganno.html' title='Inganno'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RdXiIfPN5XI/AAAAAAAAADA/8LAeDs3ZhFk/s72-c/PICT2137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-3376776931584335625</id><published>2007-02-14T03:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:25:04.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gli sconti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RdH2QVR2muI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nE7XnQevMGI/s1600-h/sconti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031073019199920866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RdH2QVR2muI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nE7XnQevMGI/s320/sconti.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le uniche voci umane che mi sono arrivate oggi all'orecchio sono della radio e della tv. Ho fatto caso che tutti parlano di sconti, offerte, super offerte, offerte irripetibili, gratis fino a... , più conveniente, vantaggioso, economico, tassi agevolati, salta la rata, vero affare, imperdibile, sottocosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questa però è la norma. Lo si legge per qualunque articolo. Quando saremo abituati a queste parole ne inventeranno altre. Per esempio, supermegaesageratamiticaextragalatticaofferta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-3376776931584335625?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3376776931584335625/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=3376776931584335625' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3376776931584335625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/3376776931584335625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/gli-sconti.html' title='Gli sconti'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RdH2QVR2muI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nE7XnQevMGI/s72-c/sconti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2773157226486929940</id><published>2007-02-12T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:33:54.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mio padre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rc-kAVR2mtI/AAAAAAAAACo/wT7Xk05fMe8/s1600-h/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030419634415114962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rc-kAVR2mtI/AAAAAAAAACo/wT7Xk05fMe8/s320/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 febbraio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... mi sembra però, ed è questo il complimento più bello che un figlio possa fare a suo padre, che egli viva tutti i  momenti della sua giornata pensando. Così che le sue azioni, discusse e ridiscusse dentro di lui, portano con sè una grande stanchezza. I suoi movimenti, uno più inutile dell'altro, sembrano il compimento di un lunghissimo processo di astrazione.Più volte, al mattino, ho sorpreso mio padre con gli occhi e tutta la faccia da bambino. Con ancora tutto da imparare. Sta iniziando la sua terza vita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mio padre,&lt;/em&gt;Gene Gnocchi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2773157226486929940?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2773157226486929940/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2773157226486929940' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2773157226486929940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2773157226486929940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/mio-padre.html' title='mio padre'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rc-kAVR2mtI/AAAAAAAAACo/wT7Xk05fMe8/s72-c/IMG_2502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-47727715644344330</id><published>2007-02-11T03:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:32:39.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abitudini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rc3_-lR2msI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRTFkZBRSfU/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029957809466677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rc3_-lR2msI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRTFkZBRSfU/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ognuno ha le sue abitudini e non si possono cambiare in un attimo. Non si può dare il mais alle pecore ad un ora che non è quella solita. E farla franca. Non solo perchè gli hai distrutto una certezza. Ma perchè loro non si ricordano che il mais l'hanno già preso. Allora belano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-47727715644344330?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/47727715644344330/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=47727715644344330' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/47727715644344330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/47727715644344330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/abitudini.html' title='Abitudini'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rc3_-lR2msI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRTFkZBRSfU/s72-c/IMG_2501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-7315926173965224716</id><published>2007-02-08T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:14:41.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcsIC1R2mrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v7XGpuciYyU/s1600-h/100_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029122253644012210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcsIC1R2mrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v7XGpuciYyU/s320/100_1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi capita alcune volte di non poter parlare con nessuno per alcuni giorni. Nessuno di umano intendo. Mi rivolgo allora ad animali, o cose. Mi rivolgo a chi non può rispondermi. Non è una mancanza della parola ma un'assenza. Al rincontro poi si affida tutto ad una buffa parola. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-7315926173965224716?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7315926173965224716/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=7315926173965224716' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7315926173965224716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/7315926173965224716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/solo.html' title='solo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcsIC1R2mrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v7XGpuciYyU/s72-c/100_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-2521536435448758061</id><published>2007-02-06T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:46:41.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gli americani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcivN5ZoSfI/AAAAAAAAACE/wZuPB3No70I/s1600-h/imm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028461637240637938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcivN5ZoSfI/AAAAAAAAACE/wZuPB3No70I/s320/imm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gli americani ce l'hanno fatta di nuovo. Sono riusciti a far programmare un film come questo anche in italia. Ci mandano ormai di tutto. Questa del film è una storia loro fatta per loro. La vita del governatore della Louisiana. Ma credono davvero che tutto quello che fanno è importante agli occhi di tutti? Propongo di realizzare e di mandare a Hollywood la storia del sindaco di Montelupo. Ovvediamo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lapo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-2521536435448758061?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2521536435448758061/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=2521536435448758061' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2521536435448758061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/2521536435448758061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/gli-americani.html' title='gli americani'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcivN5ZoSfI/AAAAAAAAACE/wZuPB3No70I/s72-c/imm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4339015109034875074</id><published>2007-02-05T09:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:17:00.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>operazione maiale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcbmfZZoSeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W8wwEUQuqTs/s1600-h/PICT2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027959461074455010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcbmfZZoSeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W8wwEUQuqTs/s320/PICT2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Il maiale è un gran animale. Ci vogliono un paio di giorni per trasformare un animale in tanti prodotti diversi. E tutti buoni. In quei giorni si vede pezzi di carne ovunque, lardo, salami, prosciutti. Il discorso è quello di sempre. E' come per i pasticcieri i dolci, è come per gli apicoltori il miele.&lt;br /&gt;Credo che per non avere disgusto bisogni prendere le cose un pò per volta, e misurare la vita, a cucchiaini di caffè.&lt;br /&gt;lapo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4339015109034875074?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4339015109034875074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4339015109034875074' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4339015109034875074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4339015109034875074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/operazione-maiale.html' title='operazione maiale'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcbmfZZoSeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W8wwEUQuqTs/s72-c/PICT2082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4834585878737915567</id><published>2007-02-02T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:15:05.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>roba da pazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcNvxWZBP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/92-B8tpBb8A/s1600-h/manualedamore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026984502690398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcNvxWZBP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/92-B8tpBb8A/s320/manualedamore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siamo nel 2007, e fin qui tutto bene. Il cinema di Firenzuola appartiene al prete di Firenzuola e quindi è un cinema parrochiale. Il film manuale d'amore 2 non lo vedrete nei cinema parrocchiali perchè è stato censurato dai preti e da chi gli sta intorno. Tutto questo ovviamente perchè racconta di rapporti tra persone dello stesso sesso, di fecondazione assistita ecc. Si potrebbe dire dei pacs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La parola censura fa paura. I preti ancora di più.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4834585878737915567?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4834585878737915567/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4834585878737915567' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4834585878737915567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4834585878737915567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/roba-da-pazzi.html' title='roba da pazzi'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcNvxWZBP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/92-B8tpBb8A/s72-c/manualedamore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5233042827441473788</id><published>2007-02-01T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:58:46.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mostro finestrone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcI20mZBP4I/AAAAAAAAABg/iEGUyx06EZw/s1600-h/mostrofinestrone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026640411385479042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcI20mZBP4I/AAAAAAAAABg/iEGUyx06EZw/s320/mostrofinestrone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il mostro finestrone viene di sera. Viene per spaventare. Soprattutto quando c'è un gran vento non può mancare. Si nasconde dietro una finestra e sta anche tutta la notte ad aspettarti. E' per questo che i bambini non possono far a meno di avere paura quando lo vedono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il mostro finestrone sono due guanti del nonno messi ad asciugare sulla finestra e tutta la fantasia che avete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5233042827441473788?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5233042827441473788/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5233042827441473788' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5233042827441473788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5233042827441473788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/02/mostro-finestrone.html' title='mostro finestrone'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcI20mZBP4I/AAAAAAAAABg/iEGUyx06EZw/s72-c/mostrofinestrone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1435821104949630121</id><published>2007-01-31T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:31:14.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcDQJGZBP3I/AAAAAAAAABU/RfSVnzQMBmM/s1600-h/innomedellamadre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026246038898425714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcDQJGZBP3I/AAAAAAAAABU/RfSVnzQMBmM/s320/innomedellamadre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ognuno ha i suoi scrittori preferiti perchè ognuno si emoziona diversamente. Ci sono delle parole nelle pagine di Erri De Luca che lasciano un segno e un impegno. A rileggere, per prolungare il piacere d'aver letto. Ottimo libro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1435821104949630121?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1435821104949630121/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1435821104949630121' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1435821104949630121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1435821104949630121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/ognuno-ha-i-suoi-scrittori-preferiti.html' title=''/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RcDQJGZBP3I/AAAAAAAAABU/RfSVnzQMBmM/s72-c/innomedellamadre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6276493091054876605</id><published>2007-01-30T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:46:39.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>c'erano le campane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb-DLmZBP2I/AAAAAAAAABI/qXpFHAnibpA/s1600-h/PICT2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025879944476049250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb-DLmZBP2I/AAAAAAAAABI/qXpFHAnibpA/s320/PICT2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le campane, mi ricordo, si sentivano anche da lontano, suonavano come una certezza. Poi la vita che si ritira le lascia lassù mute. Oggi è stata tolta la bocca, insieme alle parole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6276493091054876605?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6276493091054876605/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6276493091054876605' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6276493091054876605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6276493091054876605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/cerano-le-campane.html' title='c&apos;erano le campane'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb-DLmZBP2I/AAAAAAAAABI/qXpFHAnibpA/s72-c/PICT2070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4446131443480623723</id><published>2007-01-29T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:09:40.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>film per ragazzi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025419944888713042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb3g0GZBP1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8HBuBg6dgwc/s320/gi%C3%B9periltubo.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questo film, come gli ultimi film d'animazione, a mio avviso non  viene capito del tutto dai ragazzi, specialmente i più piccoli. Un pò per la velocità di alcune scene, dove è quasi più importante quello che c'è sullo sfondo della scena che quello che accade in primo piano. Un pò per gli argomenti. In questo caso il topo protagonista si accorge che è bello stare con qualcuno nelle fogne, invece di stare da solo in una grande casa nel più bel quartiere  di Londra. Quanti ragazzini avranno capito questo? Ma non importa alla fine del film in terra c'erano migliaia di patatine  spiaccicate e lattine vuote. Un discreto successo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4446131443480623723?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4446131443480623723/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4446131443480623723' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4446131443480623723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4446131443480623723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/film-per-ragazzi.html' title='film per ragazzi?'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb3g0GZBP1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8HBuBg6dgwc/s72-c/gi%C3%B9periltubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-4324677552748872223</id><published>2007-01-28T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:06:52.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>inverno o primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb0PZWZBP0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3BBY60YeF1U/s1600-h/PICT2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025189687397007170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb0PZWZBP0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3BBY60YeF1U/s320/PICT2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi viene da ridere se penso a quante parole vengono dette su questo clima impazzito. Quanti studiosi ci comunicano che questo non è un inverno. Gli esperti che parlano al telegiornale, i giornalisti che riempiono colonne sui quotidiani. Il perchè non lo dice nessuno. Io per conto mio sono uscito e una margherita ho incontrato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-4324677552748872223?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4324677552748872223/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=4324677552748872223' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4324677552748872223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/4324677552748872223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/inverno-o-primavera.html' title='inverno o primavera'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rb0PZWZBP0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3BBY60YeF1U/s72-c/PICT2053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-1340782358479051225</id><published>2007-01-27T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:01:52.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>l'ombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rbut12ZBPzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1tqZJWAIdKA/s1600-h/PICT2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024800949907046194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rbut12ZBPzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1tqZJWAIdKA/s320/PICT2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'ombra fa parte del buio, del nero, di quello che non si conosce e ci spaventa. Allora getto luce sull'oscurità, cerco di aprire un varco nel nulla perchè il buio è nulla. E una volta illuminato il buio non c'è più, neanche l'ombra c'è più se la illumini. E allora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dev'essere colpa degli agnelli neri, mi fanno perdere un sacco di tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-1340782358479051225?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1340782358479051225/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=1340782358479051225' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1340782358479051225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/1340782358479051225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/lombra.html' title='l&apos;ombra'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rbut12ZBPzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1tqZJWAIdKA/s72-c/PICT2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-5385728443382792519</id><published>2007-01-26T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:35:13.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024390763350408994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rbo4x2ZBPyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/f_ekhFiACL0/s320/PICT2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 gennaio 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il ventinovesimo è nato. Era buio ma già aveva capito di essere nato. Dopo qualche minuto ha provato ad alzarsi e a poppare. E' solo allora che ha capito che sua madre è Tappetino. Tappetino è l'incubo di tutte le macchinette per tosare che ho provato. Altrimenti detta stroncapettini. Ma oggi è stata brava ha partorito un altro Tappetino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-5385728443382792519?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5385728443382792519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=5385728443382792519' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5385728443382792519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/5385728443382792519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/Rbo4x2ZBPyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/f_ekhFiACL0/s72-c/PICT2043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397507332499742241.post-6352908440931731024</id><published>2007-01-25T18:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:51:43.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il mio mondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RbjtPmZBPxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gKt5HaCog4U/s1600-h/PICT2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024026236591095570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RbjtPmZBPxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gKt5HaCog4U/s320/PICT2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 gennaio 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questo è uno scontro di mondi. Uno è quello impalpabile del web, che conosco poco, uno il mio che comincio a capire ora, l'altro quello vero, quello dove si vede la terra colorata che gira nel buio dell'infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'ultimo è quello che conosco meno di tutti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E voglio imparare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397507332499742241-6352908440931731024?l=laposcotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6352908440931731024/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2397507332499742241&amp;postID=6352908440931731024' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6352908440931731024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397507332499742241/posts/default/6352908440931731024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laposcotti.blogspot.com/2007/01/il-mio-mondo.html' title='il mio mondo'/><author><name>lapo scotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327189869401176877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cV6hQxoY1aU/RbjtPmZBPxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gKt5HaCog4U/s72-c/PICT2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
