<?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-17895303</id><updated>2012-03-04T15:04:20.289+01:00</updated><category term='I Ching'/><category term='Saggi'/><category term='Meditazione'/><category term='Poesie erotiche'/><category term='Fiabe'/><category term='Poesie'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Saggezza'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Taiji'/><category term='Spiritual poems'/><category term='Tai Chi'/><category term='Fiori di Bach'/><category term='Yin e Yang'/><category term='Libri'/><category term='Aphorism'/><category term='Taoism'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Erotic poems'/><category term='Viaggi'/><category term='Painting'/><category term='Wisdom'/><category term='Poesie spirituali'/><category term='Le carte dell&apos;infinito'/><category term='Salute'/><category term='Tales'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Carte dell&apos;infinito'/><category term='Meditation'/><category term='Religione'/><category term='Love poems'/><category term='Guides'/><category term='Aforismi'/><category term='Myths'/><category term='Miti'/><category term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category term='Guide'/><category term='Taoismo'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Filosofia'/><category term='Politica'/><category term='Bach Flowers'/><category term='Trigrammi'/><category term='Qi Gong'/><category term='Amore'/><title type='text'>Need for rain - Pioggiaopportuna</title><subtitle type='html'>Some taoist tales, a bit of love and poems - Un po' di filosofia taoista, un po' d'amore, un po' di poesia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6963503909699054776</id><published>2012-03-04T14:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:04:20.295+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Il Coyote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Il Coyote, pubblicata nel 1973, è la canzone di Lucio Dalla che amo di più.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://youtu.be/CN9JS1pK_pY%22%3E"&gt;Video&amp;nbsp;e testo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CN9JS1pK_pY" 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Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CN9JS1pK_pY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-775248787422718387</id><published>2012-03-04T07:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T15:01:17.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><title type='text'>We aren't what we think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aren't what we think.&lt;br /&gt;To think to be our thoughts is an illusion and is deadly, always brings to pain, to escape this pain, to a fake and a facade life.&lt;br /&gt;Our world is becoming not else than a facade, railways and hospital for example are building nice waiting rooms and luxury shops, forgetting that the essential, the heart, are trains.&lt;br /&gt;The solution is simple, we are not what we think, let's stop thoughts, let's not give them that power that they have on us and lets hear our inside.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is an usefull tool to understand oneself, but to identify oneself with our thoughts is like to identify oneself with the plate and not with the nice food on it.&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/17895303-775248787422718387?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/775248787422718387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=775248787422718387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/775248787422718387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/775248787422718387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/03/we-aren-what-we-think.html' title='We aren&apos;t what we think'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2404301807873343750</id><published>2012-03-03T13:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T11:02:15.141+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><title type='text'>Le carte dell'infinito: il pensiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Noi non siamo quello che pensiamo.&lt;br /&gt;Credere di essere il proprio pensiero è illusorio e micidiale, porta sempre al dolore, allo scappare da questo dolore, ad una vita falsa e di facciata.&lt;br /&gt;Il nostro mondo è ormai una facciata, ferrovie e ospedali ad esempio, si costruiscono sale d'aspetto di grande bellezza e&amp;nbsp;comodità&amp;nbsp;o negozi di lusso e ci si domentica che il cuore è il treno.&lt;br /&gt;La soluzione è semplice, non siamo ciò che pensiamo, fermiamo il pensiero, non diamogli quel potere che ha su di noi e ascoltiamoci dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il pensiero è uno strumento utile a capirci, ma non siamo noi il pensiero, è come pensare siamo il piatto e non la pasta aglio olio e peperoncino che è lì sopra :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2404301807873343750?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2404301807873343750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2404301807873343750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2404301807873343750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2404301807873343750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/03/noi-non-siamo-quello-che-pensiamo.html' title='Le carte dell&amp;#39;infinito: il pensiero'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7106122639096752952</id><published>2012-02-12T17:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:50:43.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Artisti incompleti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muore Whitney Huston, muore Amy Winenhouse, muore Mycheal Jackson, altri prima di loro, artisti famosi, esseri umani bruciati da alcool e droga e da una carenza interiore.&lt;br&gt;Osannati da tanti, iperpagati, prodotti di una cultura che produce danni incalcolabili: innalza esseri umani dotati, ma non completi, crea idoli che tanti giovani seguono, ma che lasciano solo tracce amare e vuote. Prodotti insani di un insano capitalismo dove un cantante di successo pu&amp;#242; diventare ipermilionario, ma rimanere un essere umano incompleto. Folle nel suo essere preda del suo stesso successo, troppo tardi si accorge che i soldi e la fama erano solo un miraggio e che la vita era altro. &lt;br&gt;E' necessario un risveglio collettivo, ascoltiamo belle canzoni, ma non aiutiamo a creare mostri che sono specchio malato di una societ&amp;#224; che ci vuole tutti malati.&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/17895303-7106122639096752952?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7106122639096752952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7106122639096752952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7106122639096752952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7106122639096752952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/02/artisti-incompleti.html' title='Artisti incompleti'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3835338848369916967</id><published>2012-02-02T20:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T10:00:33.304+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><title type='text'>Un mondo freddo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il mondo &amp;#232; freddo, ma non tanto fuori, quello &amp;#232; un freddo normale. E' un freddo interiore, causato da decenni di ottica sbagliata, dove il dio del denaro l'ha fatta da padrone. Ora questo falso idolo chiede pegno e personaggi succubi al suo culto si stanno impegnando a salvarlo, nel farlo prosciugano quel po' di vita rimasto nel mondo, instaurando nelle persone tarli e sensi di colpa e inveendo contro chi il loro idolo del lavoro, delle banche e dei dan&amp;#233; non santifica quotidianamente.&lt;br&gt;Tutto questo ci ha allontanato dal vero calore, dall'essenza della nostra esistenza: Dio.&lt;/p&gt;*Yin e Yang: siamo un lato, un polo, noi e Dio. Si attribuisce a Dio un lato: soldi, vanità, famiglia, falsi ideali; si creano così degli idoli, dei falsi Dio. Cercando Dio si completa lo Yin e Yang e si trova l'armonia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3835338848369916967?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3835338848369916967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3835338848369916967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3835338848369916967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3835338848369916967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/02/un-mondo-freddo.html' title='Un mondo freddo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1381755116178655206</id><published>2012-01-27T16:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:50:50.945+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le carte dell&apos;infinito'/><title type='text'>Le carte dell'infinito: Il pendolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;tic toc tic toc fa il pendolo e non si esaurisce mai, continua e continua e batte il tempo.&lt;br&gt;Se estrai la carta del pendolo sei un pendolare, non sbagli mai un colpo: il ritmo &amp;#232; la tua forza. Puoi fare la forma del Tai Chi con ritmo e la vita continua con ritmo, ma se un giorno decidi di uscire da questo ritmo, ecco che cominciano i guai: il pendolo ha un subbuglio e va in tilt e rischia di fermarsi, poi vuole riprendere, ricercare il ritmo, ma il desiderio di cambiare fa a pugni con la necessit&amp;#224; di risentire il tranquillizzante tic toc tic toc e nasce un conflitto molto profondo. Solo dopo aver trovato un nuovo equilibrio che spesso &amp;#233; migliore, allora il pendolo ricomincia&lt;br&gt;tic toc tic toc&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/17895303-1381755116178655206?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1381755116178655206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1381755116178655206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1381755116178655206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1381755116178655206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-carte-dell-il-pendolo.html' title='Le carte dell&amp;#39;infinito: Il pendolo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7308513755007529821</id><published>2012-01-27T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:05:10.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carte dell&apos;infinito'/><title type='text'>Le carte dell'infinito: Il bosco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il bosco silente sta quieto aspettando che qualcuno entri. Appena il piede spezza un ramoscello, il bosco si accorge della nuova presenza, tutti al suo interno drizzano le orecchie e i nuovi suoni cambiano il bosco.&lt;br&gt;L'equilibrio cambia ma il bosco &amp;#232; un insieme composto da tante individualit&amp;#224; che tutte lavorano per il bosco; un tran tran quotidiano lungo anni e anni che produce un sacco di energie e sostiene milioni di esseri viventi, nulla va perso e tutto ha un senso.&lt;br&gt;L'umanit&amp;#224; non ha capito il bosco, cerca di riprodurlo ma distrugge e non ha ciclo: una distruzione perversa.&lt;br&gt;Se l'umano vede il bosco, pensa solo a sfruttarlo; L'umano sfrutta il bosco, fruttifica chi sceglie il bosco. Costui deve darsi tempo x creare il suo ciclo, deve immedesimarsi nel bosco e capire qual'&amp;#232; il ciclo, qual'&amp;#232; il momento giusto per far cadere le foglie e quale per seminare e raccogliere.&lt;br&gt;Decidete quale esempio seguire, lo sfruttamento o il fruttificare e se scegliete il secondo, eliminate tutto ci&amp;#242; che inutilmente danneggia.&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/17895303-7308513755007529821?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7308513755007529821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7308513755007529821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7308513755007529821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7308513755007529821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-carte-dell-il-bosco.html' title='Le carte dell&amp;#39;infinito: Il bosco'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3283093616003727494</id><published>2012-01-25T17:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:05:36.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il rombo del drago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDsOaSps6-U/TyAn_qR4RII/AAAAAAAAXSw/zEMxk1UKSrQ/s1600/Dragoacqua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDsOaSps6-U/TyAn_qR4RII/AAAAAAAAXSw/zEMxk1UKSrQ/s320/Dragoacqua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Il drago d'acqua appare qui disegnato nella configurazione dei terremoti di queste ore e sputa fuoco sul nord Italia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3283093616003727494?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3283093616003727494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3283093616003727494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3283093616003727494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3283093616003727494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-rombo-del-drago.html' title='Il rombo del drago'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDsOaSps6-U/TyAn_qR4RII/AAAAAAAAXSw/zEMxk1UKSrQ/s72-c/Dragoacqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-504878988434381058</id><published>2012-01-24T13:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:48:48.703+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Drago d'acqua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il drago &amp;#232; senza fuoco!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;corrergli vicino&lt;br&gt;salirgli sopra&lt;br&gt;scivolare gi&amp;#249;&lt;br&gt;ancora ed ancora&lt;br&gt;come quando eravamo bimbi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorride divertito&lt;br&gt;ma il suo rombo &amp;#232; ancora tremendo&lt;br&gt;ridendo ci richiama per giocare ancora&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/17895303-504878988434381058?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/504878988434381058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=504878988434381058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/504878988434381058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/504878988434381058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/drago-d.html' title='Drago d&amp;#39;acqua'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-394568395587322077</id><published>2012-01-24T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:10:23.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Water dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dragon is with no fire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can run near him&lt;br&gt;climb on him&lt;br&gt;slide on him&lt;br&gt;over and over&lt;br&gt;like when we where children&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He smiles amused&lt;br&gt;but his rumble is still a huge thing&lt;br&gt;and laughing he calls us back to play again&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/17895303-394568395587322077?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/394568395587322077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=394568395587322077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/394568395587322077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/394568395587322077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/water-dragon.html' title='Water dragon'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3258780129029615428</id><published>2012-01-19T15:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:15:41.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Ulisse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;L'Odissea rappresenta l'essere umano alla ricerca, nella vita, della sua controparte mancante.&lt;br&gt;Ulisse potrebbe pure essere una donna, Penelope un uomo.&lt;br&gt;Ulisse &amp;#232; noi nel nostro ritorno a casa, Penelope &amp;#232; il principio interno mancante, lo Yin che completa lo Yang o lo Yang che completa lo Yin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il viaggio per mare con i suoi molti miraggi e distrazioni &amp;#232; il nostro fluire o non fluire verso l'integrazione.&lt;br&gt;Ulisse arriva solo, i compagni di viaggio necessariamente scompaiono, insieme a tutto il resto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La freccia scoccata dall'arco di Ulisse al termine dell'Odissea e che centra il bersaglio, simboleggia la meta raggiunta, l'amore trovato o ritrovato, quasi mai a livello fisico, ma necessariamente energetico, obbiettivo dell'essere umano.&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/17895303-3258780129029615428?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3258780129029615428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3258780129029615428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3258780129029615428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3258780129029615428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/ulisse.html' title='Ulisse'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-496665444565523550</id><published>2012-01-18T09:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:01:58.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salute'/><title type='text'>Sul fuggire la guarigione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;La via della guarigione è ostacolata dalla paura di guarire, quante scuse possiamo trovare per scappare da situazioni che ci fanno bene, attratti inesorabilmente dal dolore e cose, posti, lavori, persone che perpetuano il nostro star male.&lt;br /&gt;Un dolore alla schiena ci distrugge la vita, spesso può essere causato da un lavoro dove siamo solo dei muli, servi di padroni che abusano dei nostri orari, della nostra vita altra al lavoro. Rimaniamo impigliati per anni, incapaci di trovare una soluzione, incapaci di farci rispettare. La schiena si spezza, si lamenta, ma schiavi diventiamo schiavisti del nostro corpo allo stesso modo.&lt;br /&gt;Può apparire, ogni tanto, un raggio di sole, un barlume di qualcosa che potrebbe liberarci, attratti speriamo, ma sempre troviamo scuse plausibili e logiche alla fuga dalla guarigione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps&lt;/div&gt;Per la stessa problematica, il mio post su &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2010/12/questo-e-un-breve-scritto-sul-film.html"&gt;Cenerentola&lt;/a&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/17895303-496665444565523550?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/496665444565523550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=496665444565523550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/496665444565523550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/496665444565523550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/sul-fuggire-la-guarigione.html' title='Sul fuggire la guarigione'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8048751694857165537</id><published>2012-01-16T10:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:19:08.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Salty honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tear&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;was coming down&lt;br /&gt;from your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I licked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salty honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy for such a sweetness&lt;br /&gt;unhappy for our unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;like a vampire I hurted you again&lt;br /&gt;for another drop&lt;br /&gt;of salty honey&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/17895303-8048751694857165537?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8048751694857165537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8048751694857165537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8048751694857165537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8048751694857165537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/salty-honey.html' title='Salty honey'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5762438452762649959</id><published>2012-01-16T10:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:20:22.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Miele salato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;La goccia scendeva&lt;br /&gt;lenta&lt;br /&gt;sulla tua guancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la leccai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miele salato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contento di tale dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;triste per la nostra tristezza&lt;br /&gt;come un vampiro ti ferii ancora&lt;br /&gt;per un'altra goccia di miele salato&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/17895303-5762438452762649959?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5762438452762649959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5762438452762649959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5762438452762649959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5762438452762649959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/miele-salato.html' title='Miele salato'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3745091166790684458</id><published>2012-01-13T17:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:31:45.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>Riti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ogni rito ha un senso iniziale&lt;br&gt;ed una stupidit&amp;#224; nel suo esser rieseguito senza il senso iniziale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dal Tao Te Ching:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando si abbandona il Tao emerge la virt&amp;#249;&lt;br&gt;quando si abbandona la virt&amp;#249; emerge l'umanit&amp;#224;&lt;br&gt;quando si perde l'umanit&amp;#224; emerge la giustizia&lt;br&gt;quando si perde la giustizia emerge il rito &lt;br&gt;&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/17895303-3745091166790684458?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3745091166790684458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3745091166790684458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3745091166790684458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3745091166790684458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2012/01/riti.html' title='Riti'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2988999364924770261</id><published>2011-12-27T13:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:01:12.356+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trigrammi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Ching'/><title type='text'>Trigrammi e dei greci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miti greci antichi hanno dei collegamenti piuttosto forti con i trigrammi cinesi.&lt;br /&gt;Nei post precedenti ho scritto che gli otto trigrammi sono una famiglia con genitori e figli, tre maschi e tre femmine.&lt;br /&gt;Gea ed Urano, dopo un tot di figli vari, ne hanno tre con un occhio solo, i Ciclopi. Come non pensare quell'occhio solitario all'unica linea Yang dei nostri trigrammi maschili?&lt;br /&gt;Ma vediamoli più da vicino, il primo nato, è Bronte caratterizzato dal tuono come il nostro trigramma tuono/terremoto. Il secondo Sterope dal fulmine, come il secondo trigramma acqua, che rappresemta anche un fulmine. Il terzo, Arge, il luminoso, come può esserlo la cima di un monte.&lt;br /&gt;Aspettate, cosa succede dopo la nascita dei Ciclopi? ma naturalmente ne vengono alla luce altri tre! I Ecatonchiri sono yin perchè hanno 100 braccia, Cotto, Briareo, Gige.&lt;br /&gt;Ancor più importante per le conseguenze del Pantheon degli dei Greci e Romani e quindi del mondo occidentale, è la storia di Crono ed Era: ebbero sei figli, tre maschi e tre femmini. Crono spodesta il padre Urano e scaccia i Ciclopi e gli Ecatonchiri nel Tartaro. Questi stratagemmi sono utili all'umanita per far piazza pulita e ricominciare da zero, come una lavagna troppo ingombra di segni e simboli viene cancellata per essere riadoperata.&lt;br /&gt;Qui gli accostamenti con i trigrammi si fanno profondi, basti pensare a Zeus, Poseidone ed Ade, i tre fratelli che si dividono il mondo, Ade sottoterra, è la linea radice, Poseidone ha i mari, la linea centrale e Zeuz in alto sull'Olimpo, la testa.&lt;br /&gt;I trigrammi sono specularmente accoppiati e Zeus che sposa Era è vicenda naturale come sono accoppiati il Trigramma del &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2008/11/unantica-montagna-un-giovane-lago.html"&gt;monte e del lago&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ade è accoppiato a Demetra, attraverso la figlia di lei, Proserpina. I sei mesi in cui Proserpina passa nell'ade ed i restanti sei in cui torna dalla madre, oltre agli ovvi significati legati ai cicli celesti del giorno e dell'anno, ricordano la rotazione dell'energia nell'essere umano attraverso i meridiani Du Mai e Ren Mai: la cosidetta Orbita Celeste o Microcosmica.&lt;br /&gt;E Poseidone? E' associato a &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan.html"&gt;Kan&lt;/a&gt;, temuto, dai cinesi, trigramma dell'acqua. Come non ricordare l'ira di Posiedone nei racconti di Ulisse, perennemente in pericolo a causa del Dio del tridente? Paura dell'acqua universale, incomprensione della sua forza, paura che arriva anche a colpire l'ambito sessuale perché far l'amore è contatto con l'acqua, appagamento simile a quello del bere. Estia (Vesta), dea del focolare, legata al trigramma yin del fuoco, che dovrebbe intrecciarsi con Poseidone non lo è, rifiuta di sposare il dio del mare, non facile per il fuoco sposare l'acqua, ma sono simboli legati entrambi al cuore e la loro "non unione" ha portato il genere umano a forti scissioni anche interiori. Su questo: &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/dove-sta-dio.html"&gt;Dove sta Dio?&lt;/a&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/17895303-2988999364924770261?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2988999364924770261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2988999364924770261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2988999364924770261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2988999364924770261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/trigrammi-e-dei-greci.html' title='Trigrammi e dei greci'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5182882900894847317</id><published>2011-12-24T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:34:14.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trigrammi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Ching'/><title type='text'>Kan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXwpPqG3T7c/TvWlQ4rB3LI/AAAAAAAAXM8/DvLUEJ42mzg/s1600/kan.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXwpPqG3T7c/TvWlQ4rB3LI/AAAAAAAAXM8/DvLUEJ42mzg/s320/kan.gif" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;L'esagramma Kan, il N°29 dell'I Ching mi ha sempre affascinato; da ragazzo spesso usciva quando interrogavo l'antico oracolo Cinese. In quei momenti non ero molto contento del responso perché il significato che i molti commenti, aggiunti nei secoli, attribuiscono all'esagramma è negativo: pericolo, buio, abisso. Ciò mi è sempre sembrato strano: il grande libro di saggezza taoista dà ad uno dei suoi più importanti esagrammi ed al trigramma Kan - Acqua - da cui è composto (raddoppiato), un significato negativo? Non ho mai avuto una grande erudizione sull'I Ching, ma guidato dal principio di base del taoismo, “dove c'è Yin c'è anche Yang, dove c'è Yang c'è anche Yin”, ho compreso che nel tempo la conoscenza profonda, taoista dell'oracolo era andata perduta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poco a poco grazie al mio percorso nel Tai Chi l'esagramma é mutato, e al pari della comprensione delle mie paure è diventato un esagramma di grande bellezza, di grande significato. Certo l'acqua è pericolosa, lo constatiamo ormai sovente quando piove, i bacini non tengono, l'acqua fuoriesce e fa paura. I cinesi antichi vivevano nell'entroterra tra grandi fiumi pericolosi da attraversare e nei miti di tutti i popoli abbiamo ricordi ancestrali di grandi diluvi; la paura dell'acqua ha un significato profondo, Kan è uno dei simboli dello Yin (opposto al trigramma Li, fuoco, Yang) e rappresenta la donna e la Luna: non sempre siamo consapevoli dell'enorme influsso gravitazionale sugli oceani e su di noi, esseri composti per la maggior parte d'acqua... umido, umori che cambiano, non controllabili, le donne sono più in contatto con questi mutamenti periodici anche grazie al ciclo mestruale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEsf-olRcUQ/Tup5csAi27I/AAAAAAAAXKg/8EBKAcnJ0YI/s1600/pulsanteacqua.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEsf-olRcUQ/Tup5csAi27I/AAAAAAAAXKg/8EBKAcnJ0YI/s1600/pulsanteacqua.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran parte dei commentari all'I Ching erano di uomini e uomini confuciani i quali, come i "nostri" inquisitori, dovevano avere una fifa matta di quest’esagramma. Anticamente vi era una discussione tra taoisti e confuciani: i primi proponevano argini naturali, larghi e bassi, i secondi stretti ed alti; da 2500 anni sono applicate le teorie confuciane che sfruttano il territorio a vantaggio dell'insediamento umano, ogni anno milioni di persone sono sempre più in pericolo quando piove troppo... l'acqua inonda perché i bacini non contengono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come sapevano i taoisti che gli argini dovevano essere aperti e bassi? La loro scienza è vasta e profonda perché non negano la loro parte Yin; mediante l'intuito e la consapevolezza del Corpo, i suoi (nostri) gesti, il suo (nostro) linguaggio come luogo di comprensione e sintesi del micro e macrocosmo, l'esterno come specchio dell'interno e viceversa: quale strumento di conoscenza più sacro se non noi stessi! Inondazioni? Fiumi e laghi cercano curve ed anse che non ci sono più; anche le nostre emozioni cercano spazi naturali nel Corpo, spazi che abbiamo ristretto, spazi come il nostro bacino... i taoisti osservano i bimbi piccoli, mirabili esempi naturali; a pochi mesi anche noi saltellavamo con gioia seduti, abbandonati, sul nostro sedere... aperti e rilassati. L'esagramma significa "abbandono - fluidità".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nell'acqua, per non affogare, non si può star contratti e la vita è femminile e viene dall'acqua; ma come è difficile abbandonarsi ad essa, fluire con essa! E le nostre energie, le nostre emozioni, e l'u-more e l'a-more sono energia: permettiamo che scendano, lasciamole fluire verso il bacino altrimenti gli umori esondano, anche contro gli altri; le orecchie, collegate nella medicina cinese ai reni, all'acqua, si chiudono, non ascoltiamo più né l'altro né la nostra saggezza interiore... solo il nostro chiacchiericcio mentale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel Tai Chi impariamo che pur aggrediti, l'azione più efficace, più veloce, più bella è sempre senza tensioni, senza preoccupazioni, morbida, il viso disteso... azione naturale in sintonia con questo esagramma, Kan, azione con abbandono, che rimane fluida; l'energia non si blocca e influenza l'altro, lo calma... Un’azione portata in questo modo funziona perché il diaframma è libero, il respiro senza tensioni muscolari è libero… Avete mai visto un bimbo che cade? Il diaframma si espande, ha protetto la caduta come un paracadute; una persona col diaframma bloccato si sarebbe fatta molto più male…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan è anche la schiena, tra reni e cuore, luogo che solo la mano dell'amato/amata può accarezzare perché unico punto del Corpo dove da soli a malapena arriviamo. Quando abbiamo paura la schiena si allontana da noi curvandosi, sempre più irraggiungibile, sempre più gelida: l'acqua ci ha ormai travolto, lo Yang, il fuoco sul davanti, tra cuore e plesso solare, non scalda più, il diaframma si contrae, il respiro diventa superficiale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' sulla schiena anche il batter della mano della madre che libera il diaframma, che rende più accettabile al bimbo il termine del pasto dopo il grande "abbandono" con lei… bimbo che poi le rivolge la schiena (acqua verso acqua, come quando in mare assumiamo la posizione del “morto”) e si gira al mondo, e per scoprirlo as-saggia, gusta le cose della vita mettendole nella sua bocca, lago per il cibo, per la saliva. La bocca, bacino della testa, da adulto si chiuderà, i denti ed il bacino si stringeranno, troppo impegnato a controllare invece che gustare, a governare invece che navigare la vita, preso tra ingranaggi interni ed esterni che sono solo lo squilibrio tra Kan e Li, tra Yin e Yang, tra inconscio e conscio… ma la vita gli offrirà continue opportunità di diventare saggio, cioè colui che saprà di nuovo as-saggiarla, gustarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si può fluire solo con l'abbandono, abbandono al vuoto, all'amore, apprezzando oltre al fuoco l'acqua, si può fluire solo quando siamo pieni d'acqua, di energie: una barca in secca diventa viva quando la marea poco alla volta prima la solleva e poi la sospinge di nuovo in mare aperto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interi popoli stanno negando questo esagramma, l'abbandono, e quando ciò accade il mondo diventa una guerra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan è l’inspirazione: l’aria - l’acqua nel quale gli esseri che stanno sulla terra vivono – come una marea inonda il Corpo e lo apre e lo collega con l’esterno, le emozioni come onde del mare arrivano a bagnare la mente, diventiamo consapevoli del dolore, della rabbia, della paura... Questo è il grande momento di “pericolo” che i vari commenti all’I Ching non sono riusciti a capire. In un'epoca dove oltre ai fiumi tutto esonda: tv, comunicazioni, guerre, raccogliamo, l'invito di Kan ed impariamo a navigare; anche in mezzo alla tempesta.&lt;i&gt;"pubblicato nel 2003 sulla rivista: Gli Argonauti"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altri post sull'I Ching:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-ching-li-ching-o-yi-jing-nel-passato.html"&gt;I Ching&lt;/a&gt; - 2) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/gli-otto-trigrammi.html"&gt;Gli otto Trigrammi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;3) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2008/11/unantica-montagna-un-giovane-lago.html"&gt;I Trigrammi Lago e Montagna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;4) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-pace.html"&gt;Esagrammi 11 e 12: Guerra e Pace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 5)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan.html"&gt;Esagramma 29: Kan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5182882900894847317?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5182882900894847317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5182882900894847317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5182882900894847317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5182882900894847317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan.html' title='Kan'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXwpPqG3T7c/TvWlQ4rB3LI/AAAAAAAAXM8/DvLUEJ42mzg/s72-c/kan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7850934436029928128</id><published>2011-12-21T00:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:13:27.411+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><title type='text'>Sull'Albero, sul Presepe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due, un aspetto che assume una duplice forma.&lt;br /&gt;Il &lt;i&gt;Presepe&lt;/i&gt; è una simbologia del fuoco. La rotondità appartiene al fuoco, questo si propaga tutt'attorno.&lt;br /&gt;La nascita del Cristo, l'attivazione dello Yang, la scintilla divina, è l'emblema del fuoco; disse il Battista: io vi battezzo coll'acqua, ma verrà uno che vi battezzerà col fuoco.&lt;br /&gt;I paesi caldi hanno in loro la simbologia, l'uso del &lt;i&gt;Presepe&lt;/i&gt;, del fuoco: accolgono, sono caldi. Anche le guerre, le invasioni erano affrontate con il cerchio, con l'inglobamento circolare.&lt;br /&gt;Ogni aspetto è Yin e Yang ed il &lt;i&gt;Presepe&lt;/i&gt;, di per se Yin come il Qi Gong con le sue posizioni rotonde, ha in se un aspetto Yang, simboleggiato dalla stella cometa.&lt;br /&gt;In contrapposizione al fuoco vi è l'acqua, l'&lt;i&gt;albero&lt;/i&gt; di Natale. L'acqua scorre, si verticalizza o assume multiformità. Certo l'acqua si può contenere in forme tonde, ma i fiumi sono espressione Yang. Il fuoco è pericoloso, ma è di per se lento, necessita del vento per acquisire velocità, il fiume scorre diritto, è una spada affilata. I popoli dell'acqua, come fiumi in piena, scendevano barbaricamente, impetuosi, a conquistare i popoli sedentari, i popoli presepi. Volendo si può parlare di popoli nomadi, cacciatori e popoli coltivatori, alberi e presepi.&lt;br /&gt;L'A&lt;i&gt;lbero&lt;/i&gt;, simbolo Yang, ha al suo interno la simbologia Yin: le radici. L'albero di Natale ha il suo presepe: i doni.&lt;br /&gt;Si disquisisce se fare il &lt;i&gt;Presepe&lt;/i&gt; o l'&lt;i&gt;Albero&lt;/i&gt; o entrambi o nessuno, il Cristianesimo, esempio di conquista sia P&lt;i&gt;resepe&lt;/i&gt;, con l'inglobamento di queste simbologie universali, sia &lt;i&gt;Albero&lt;/i&gt; con il soggiogamento forzato di altre religioni, ha portato avanti rituali che invero detengono verità ben più profonde: fuoco e acqua sono Yin e Yang e rappresentano insieme una unità, come la notte ed il giorno sono uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fuoco è l'amore. Cristo nel &lt;i&gt;Presepe&lt;/i&gt; è portatore di amore, i colori, gli addobbi dell'&lt;i&gt;Albero&lt;/i&gt; sono energia, emozione, appagamento. Il monaco zen guardava le bolle e sapeva esattamente quando il momento era giunto per immergervi le foglie del suo prezioso te, così la cuoca od il cuoco minimamente esperti, sanno esattamente quando è giunto il momento di buttare la pasta che sarà "trasformata" del fuoco e dall'acqua.&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/17895303-7850934436029928128?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7850934436029928128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7850934436029928128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7850934436029928128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7850934436029928128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/sull-sul-presepe.html' title='Sull&apos;Albero, sul Presepe'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Milan, Milan</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.46368 9.188171</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3398266116469090712</id><published>2011-12-18T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:19:39.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myths'/><title type='text'>Athene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Zeus decides to who he had to give the place where Athene would be build.&lt;br /&gt;Two one wanted it: Athene an Poseidon.&lt;br /&gt;Zeus gave it to Athene, for this we westerns are so heady people, Athene was born from Zeus head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Poseidon?&lt;br /&gt;Zeus had two brother, Poseidon and Ade.&lt;br /&gt;Zeus is the head, Ade the belly; pity, with Poseidon we where surely with more heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3398266116469090712?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3398266116469090712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3398266116469090712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3398266116469090712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3398266116469090712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/athene.html' title='Athene'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2545399177641909395</id><published>2011-12-18T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:35:48.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trigrammi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Ching'/><title type='text'>La Pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Se diamo un'occhiata ad uno dei libri antichi dell'umanità, l'I Ching, suddiviso in 64 esagrammi di saggezza, di situazioni, troviamo un esagramma che ha per nome "La Pace". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leTW4Vy9F6Q/Tu2-_w-Cw8I/AAAAAAAAXLc/77Zm755YoWc/s1600/pace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leTW4Vy9F6Q/Tu2-_w-Cw8I/AAAAAAAAXLc/77Zm755YoWc/s200/pace.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composto in alto dal trigramma Terra, Madre (tre linee spezzate, Yin)&amp;nbsp;ed in basso dal trigramma Cielo, Padre (tre linee intere, diritte, Yang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strano, da noi, in occidente, ormai anche in oriente, nel mondo civilizzato, avviene esattamente il contrario: l'uomo, il ricco, il potente, stanno sopra, la donna, il povero, il debole stanno sotto, del resto il Cielo non sta sopra la Terra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' interessante andare a leggere l'esagramma successivo, il n° 12, Cielo sopra e Terra sotto, sembra corretto, ma il nome? "La Distruzione", "La Guerra"?! (blocco)La spiegazione però è immediata: una casa deve essere leggera (Yin) sopra e forte (Yang) sotto, un paese povero (Yin) deve essere sostenuto da uno forte (Yang), un paese potente (Yang) se schiaccia uno pacifico (Yin) provoca la guerra...Provate a fare questo esercizio (anche sdraiati a letto): adagiatevi (voi Yin) sopra il letto e sentitelo Cielo (Yang) e divertitevi a volare al contrario...avviene un profondo rilassamento, una pace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Natale simboleggia la prima scintilla dello Yang, nel Presepe il bambin Gesù, la scintilla Divina, la luce nel buio. Dal Solstizio invernale, le giornate si allungano, questa scintilla adesso è sotto la terra, farà germogliare il seme, dal basso lo sosterrà nella sua crescita, come un genitore, un maestro, un politico (Yang) sostengono (e non schiacciano) il/la figlio/a, l'allievo/a, il cittadino/a (Yin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La saggezza degli antichi Taoisti era notevole, proviamo a meditare su questo esagramma,ha ancora molto da dirci.(e se il Cielo fosse veramente sotto di noi?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scritto nel 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altri post sull'I Ching:&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-ching-li-ching-o-yi-jing-nel-passato.html"&gt;I Ching&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 2)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/gli-otto-trigrammi.html"&gt;Gli otto Trigrammi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;3)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2008/11/unantica-montagna-un-giovane-lago.html"&gt;I Trigrammi Lago e Montagna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;4)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-pace.html"&gt;Esagrammi 11 e 12: Guerra e Pace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 5)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan.html"&gt;Esagramma 29: Kan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2545399177641909395?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2545399177641909395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2545399177641909395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2545399177641909395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2545399177641909395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-pace.html' title='La Pace'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leTW4Vy9F6Q/Tu2-_w-Cw8I/AAAAAAAAXLc/77Zm755YoWc/s72-c/pace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-274584001306101707</id><published>2011-12-18T01:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T02:02:21.601+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Il verme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Eri un verme, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strisciavi un po' viscida ed umile, &lt;br /&gt;ebbi cura di darti terra ed acqua, &lt;br /&gt;ti trasformavi a poco a poco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecco, il bozzolo, &lt;br /&gt;la metamorfosi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne uscisti verme ancor più grossa, &lt;br /&gt;tracotante orgoglio e meschinità, &lt;br /&gt;trattenni la mia suola &lt;br /&gt;ti lascia li, sulla polvere a te cara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbagliai io, eri un verme, non un bruco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-274584001306101707?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/274584001306101707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=274584001306101707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/274584001306101707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/274584001306101707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-verme.html' title='Il verme'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1624494462624757196</id><published>2011-12-16T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:28:13.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trigrammi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Ching'/><title type='text'>Gli otto trigrammi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Le combinazioni possibili avendo tre piani riempiti da Yin e Yang sono otto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Possiamo considerarli come una famiglia: madre e padre, i trigrammi composti interamente da linee Yin e da linee Yang, tre figli maschi, tre figlie femmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOLnyLRilHE/Tup5c67p6JI/AAAAAAAAXKs/XL0XEsRHsBI/s1600/pulsantecielo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOLnyLRilHE/Tup5c67p6JI/AAAAAAAAXKs/XL0XEsRHsBI/s1600/pulsantecielo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_aeANyVKcUg/Tup5fNv1yHI/AAAAAAAAXLE/TAs52KNDz8o/s1600/pulsanteterra.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_aeANyVKcUg/Tup5fNv1yHI/AAAAAAAAXLE/TAs52KNDz8o/s1600/pulsanteterra.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Riconoscere i maschi dalle femmine è facile, il trigramma ha una sola linea Yang? Allora è caratterizzato da questa linea ed è Yang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKQ9JuiyK3Y/Tup5feEcB0I/AAAAAAAAXLM/85gnQrKn0a0/s1600/pulsantetuono.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKQ9JuiyK3Y/Tup5feEcB0I/AAAAAAAAXLM/85gnQrKn0a0/s1600/pulsantetuono.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEsf-olRcUQ/Tup5csAi27I/AAAAAAAAXKg/8EBKAcnJ0YI/s1600/pulsanteacqua.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEsf-olRcUQ/Tup5csAi27I/AAAAAAAAXKg/8EBKAcnJ0YI/s1600/pulsanteacqua.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_WteHI4LaU/Tup5eib1MRI/AAAAAAAAXK8/hxJ0yJdXk_g/s1600/pulsantemonte.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_WteHI4LaU/Tup5eib1MRI/AAAAAAAAXK8/hxJ0yJdXk_g/s1600/pulsantemonte.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Se invece vi è una sola linea Yin, il trigramma è Yin, ha un carattere femminile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OwSGEUTA4E/Tup5cDYxeFI/AAAAAAAAXKc/KFrpKUpYMrc/s1600/pulsantevento.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OwSGEUTA4E/Tup5cDYxeFI/AAAAAAAAXKc/KFrpKUpYMrc/s1600/pulsantevento.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpH3Eq9emaE/Tup5dm-tvYI/AAAAAAAAXKw/EHgCH1QsKEo/s1600/pulsantefuoco.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpH3Eq9emaE/Tup5dm-tvYI/AAAAAAAAXKw/EHgCH1QsKEo/s1600/pulsantefuoco.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev-tSzYm2Tg/Tup5eN4ukBI/AAAAAAAAXK0/bBrJDS0sZlA/s1600/pulsantelago.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev-tSzYm2Tg/Tup5eN4ukBI/AAAAAAAAXK0/bBrJDS0sZlA/s1600/pulsantelago.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Perché non quattro linee, cinque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;La risposta è che l'unità si scompone, ha sempre un aspetto duale, Yin e Yang, ma ne ha anche uno fondamentalmente trino, un esempio? Un albero ha chioma, tronco e radici, un essere umano ha testa, cuore, pancia. Da qui possiamo dire che la linea superiore del trigramma è la testa, la linea centrale il cuore, la linea inferiore, la pancia, le radici di quel che i vari trigrammi simboleggiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altri post sull'I Ching:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-ching-li-ching-o-yi-jing-nel-passato.html"&gt;I Ching&lt;/a&gt; - 2) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/gli-otto-trigrammi.html"&gt;Gli otto Trigrammi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;3) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2008/11/unantica-montagna-un-giovane-lago.html"&gt;I Trigrammi Lago e Montagna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;4) &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-pace.html"&gt;Esagrammi 11 e 12: Guerra e Pace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 5)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan.html"&gt;Esagramma 29: Kan&lt;/a&gt;&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/17895303-1624494462624757196?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1624494462624757196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1624494462624757196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1624494462624757196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1624494462624757196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/gli-otto-trigrammi.html' title='Gli otto trigrammi'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOLnyLRilHE/Tup5c67p6JI/AAAAAAAAXKs/XL0XEsRHsBI/s72-c/pulsantecielo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8475482888363889857</id><published>2011-12-13T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:06:30.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditazione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiori di Bach'/><title type='text'>Vervain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tu devi essere, questo piccolo fiore deve essere. E' se lui deve essere, tutti devono essere e devono essere graziosamente e perfettamente. Nessuno deve soffrire, perché fa freddo? Perché fa caldo? Ci deve essere un errore; perché quello è ricco, perché quello è povero, perché?&lt;br /&gt;Soffre che altri soffrano, soffre che altri facciano brutte cose e finiscono in prigione, ma perché non sono in prigione? Dov'è Dio che non mette a posto nulla? Io posso provare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anni dopo, quando è più anziano, comincia a capire che è troppo pesante, troppo difficile cambiare come vanno le cose nel mondo. Adesso può crollare o a volte sentire che la strada di Dio non è la stessa di come era la sua, che la strada non era una strada diritta, la strada può piegarsi e seguire sentieri che non aveva considerato per nulla e che forse la vita non segue binari come pensava, come desiderava per poter aggiustare tutto, per completare il mondo come voleva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8475482888363889857?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8475482888363889857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8475482888363889857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8475482888363889857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8475482888363889857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/vervain_13.html' title='Vervain'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1767666766321639960</id><published>2011-12-13T09:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:11:36.906+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bach Flowers'/><title type='text'>Vervain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You must be, this little flower must be. And if he must be, all must be and must be nicely and perfect. Nobody must suffer, why it is cold? Why it is hot? There must be a mistake; why that one is rich, why that one is poor, why?&lt;br /&gt;He suffers that other suffer, he suffers people do bad things and they end in jale, but why they are not in jale? Where is God that doesn't fix everything?! I can try.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, when he is more old, he starts to understand that it's too heavy, too difficult to change how things go in the world. Now he can break down or sometimes he can feel that God way is not the same like his way was, the road is not a strict road, the road can bend and follow paths he did not consider at all and maybe life doesn't go on tracks like he tought, like he desired to fix everything, to complete the world like he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1767666766321639960?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1767666766321639960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1767666766321639960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1767666766321639960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1767666766321639960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/vervain.html' title='Vervain'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8341565990158215520</id><published>2011-12-12T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:30:37.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religione'/><title type='text'>Il prete e (è) il diavolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Padre Amorth ha detto che&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ilfattoquotidiano.it/2011/11/24/l%E2%80%99esorcista-padre-amorth-%E2%80%9Cfare-yoga-satanico-porta-male-come-harry/172928/"&gt;Yoga ed Harry Potter sono il diavolo&lt;/a&gt;, lo yoga chissà :), Harry Potter no.&lt;br /&gt;Poi leggiamo nell'articolo che questo prete ha fatta nella sua vita 70.000 esorcismi ed allora è facile capire: cerca il diavolo negli altri, ma è come uno specchio, il diavolo è in lui.&lt;br /&gt;Persino le sue parole: “Satana è sempre nascosto" ci illuminano sulla verità, ma lui non riesce a vederlo annidato dentro di&amp;nbsp;sé.&lt;br /&gt;Persone così hanno fatto tanto male all'umanità, continuano nella loro opera di distruzione, non vedono Dio, vedono solo il maligno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per fortuna esistono anche persone, più rare purtroppo, come &lt;a href="http://www.ilfattoquotidiano.it/2011/12/01/gallo-bacchetta-padre-amorth-esorcismo-posseduti-vanno-ascoltati/174333/#.Tte4cQhXNdk.facebook"&gt;Don Gallo&lt;/a&gt; e possiamo respirare un po' più liberi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8341565990158215520?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8341565990158215520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8341565990158215520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8341565990158215520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8341565990158215520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-prete-e-il-diavolo.html' title='Il prete e (è) il diavolo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-855373729947715050</id><published>2011-12-11T11:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:37:02.574+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trigrammi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Ching'/><title type='text'>I Ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;L'I Ching o Yi Jing, nel passato, I King, stessa pronuncia, è un'affascinante lascito della cultura taoista.&lt;br /&gt;Menomata nei millenni dalla cultura ufficiale, confuciana, lascia ancora trasparire verità nascoste grazie al fatto che è basata su semplici linee grafiche Yin o Yang."&lt;br /&gt;La linea Yin si dice "spezzata", interrotta", mentre la linea Yang è detta "intera". Tale uso è conseguenza della poca comprensione dell'aspetto Yin nel confucianesimo, da noi nei millenni di cultura patriarcale non è andata meglio.&lt;br /&gt;Lo Yin è l'aspetto femminile della vita, lo Yang quello maschile e la bellezza e profonda visione del Taoismo è racchiusa con semplicità in questo: sono semplicemente aspetti dell'unità delle cose così come una giornata è per forza di cose composto da giorno e notte.&lt;br /&gt;La più grave lacuna dell'intera letteratura sull'I Ching è l'attribuzione di negatività allo Yin e conseguente preferenza dello Yang. Il mondo è uno e uomini ossessionati dalla loro incompresa parte Yin, hanno torturato, bruciato, umiliato tante donne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuoto e pieno sono due lati dell'essere umano, il Chan, poi Zen è probabilmente il massimo traguardo del genere umano dedido alla ricerca del vuoto interiore. Non c'è polvere, non c'è specchio replicava ad un dotto dei suoi tempi, il sesto patriarca Chan, il profondo maestro &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hu%C3%ACn%C3%A9ng"&gt;Hui Neng&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli amori di Paolo e Francesca, dei nostri poeti, di tutta la cultura Occidentale sono il pieno, quell'aspetto che i mistici dell'Oriente spesso non hanno compreso nel loro estremo solipsismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel Taoismo avviene l'unione dei due aspetti della vita, Yin e Yang, vuoto e pieno vivono sempre assieme, ruotano nel simbolo dei Tai Chi fluendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gottfried_Wilhelm_von_Leibniz"&gt;Leibniz&lt;/a&gt; comprese il sistema binario studiando i simboli dell'Yi Ching e comprese che la rappresentazione dello Yin e Yang in pile verticali, i cosidetti trigrammi o il loro raddoppio, gli esagrammi, erano rappresentazioni numeriche, le stesse che sono alla base del funzionamenti di tutti i computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo è il primo di una serie di post sul tema dell’I Ching, dei Trigrammi e del Taoismo.&lt;br /&gt;Cliccate sui link a destra: I Ching, Taoismo, Trigrammi per altri futuri articoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altri post sull'I Ching:&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-ching-li-ching-o-yi-jing-nel-passato.html"&gt;I Ching&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 2)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/gli-otto-trigrammi.html"&gt;Gli otto Trigrammi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;3)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2008/11/unantica-montagna-un-giovane-lago.html"&gt;I Trigrammi Lago e Montagna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;4)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-pace.html"&gt;Esagrammi 11 e 12: Guerra e Pace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 5)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan.html"&gt;Esagramma 29: Kan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-855373729947715050?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/855373729947715050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=855373729947715050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/855373729947715050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/855373729947715050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-ching-li-ching-o-yi-jing-nel-passato.html' title='I Ching'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-185077980477509719</id><published>2011-12-06T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T04:45:57.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano, la grande Milano</title><content type='html'>Un ragazzo sta male perché vomita dei funghi surgelati comprati ad un negozio Picard.&lt;br /&gt;Riesce ad uscire e va a prendere il 5 con le stampelle perché ha una distorsione al piede rimediata a scuola.&lt;br /&gt;Aspetta 20 minuti il 5 in mezzo allo smog dopo che una giunta di sinistra ha alzato il prezzo del biglietto del tram da un euro ad un euro e mezzo per migliorare il servizio pubblico.&lt;br /&gt;Arriva trafelato in ritardo di 2 minuti dall'orario massimo e trova i cancelli inesorabilmente sbarrati tenendolo fuori e privandolo del diritto allo studio.&lt;br /&gt;Torna a casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-185077980477509719?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/185077980477509719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=185077980477509719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/185077980477509719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/185077980477509719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/12/milano-la-grande-milano.html' title='Milano, la grande Milano'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3633879423414272453</id><published>2011-12-05T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:36:15.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><title type='text'>Pinocchio</title><content type='html'>Nel libro Pinocchio di Collodi, il falegname Geppetto crea il burattino di legno Pinocchio. Questi, nonostante vari tentativi del superio, rappresentato da un grillo parlante, dallo stesso padre e da una madre fata di farne un “bravo ragazzo”, scappa da casa. Pinocchio segue il suo istinto e percorre la “sua via”, guidato e salvato dal preconscio, e va per il mondo superando mille avventure iniziatiche alla ricerca della madre e del padre perduti o meglio mai accettati perché non ancora veri genitori ma solo tutori punitivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio è di legno di Pino, il dottor Edward Bach scelse per i suoi rimedi floreali il fiore del Pino per coloro che sono in preda a sensi di colpa, sensi di colpa che tendono a schiacciare il burattino che ancora non sa discernere, ma sub-odora che la morale che si vorrebbe inculcargli dall’alto non è la sua e va alla ricerca di se stesso e della liberazione dai sensi di colpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio alla fine del libro, ritrova il padre nella pancia di un pescecane in mezzo al mare, è un padre non più iracondo come all’inizio del libro, e il figlio salva il padre e se stesso grazie alle sue doti di nuotatore ed all’amicizia con un tonno: ha imparato ad usare il bacino, la sua animali-tà gli è amica.&lt;br /&gt;Ora Pinocchio ed i genitori sono sullo stesso piano di dignità, ed il Corpo di Pinocchio diventa Sacro, diventa di “carne ed ossa”. E’ verso l’età scolastica che si perde “il paradiso perduto”, il Corpo si chiude, diventa di legno; Collodi fa saltare a Pinocchio l’infanzia, lo fa “nascere” di legno e la prima cosa “impostagli” è di andare a scuola.&lt;br /&gt;Un insegnante, un genitore apprende molte cose attraverso gli allievi, i figli, e anche il Creatore mandò il figlio sulla Terra per diventare Lui/Lei stesso/a genitore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scritto nel 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3633879423414272453?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3633879423414272453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3633879423414272453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A simple Peng</title><content type='html'>Coming from one side,&lt;br /&gt;slowing down with a well done Peng&lt;br /&gt;twist down until Qi Gong two takes effect&lt;br /&gt;and no one more can pull you again&lt;br /&gt;how marvellous is the good Tai Chi&lt;br /&gt;how marvellous the good Qi Gong&lt;br /&gt;they go together, like two in one.&lt;br /&gt;Don't reveal the secret,&lt;br /&gt;it's so simple that nobody wants to understand&lt;br /&gt;leave it a secret for the power of Qi&lt;br /&gt;to reveal and hide itself&lt;br /&gt;for the pioner of the art&lt;br /&gt;and the old master&lt;br /&gt;they'll smile each other&lt;br /&gt;happy together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2664729463767886488?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2664729463767886488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2664729463767886488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2664729463767886488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2664729463767886488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/11/simple-peng.html' title='A simple Peng'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4346770995884218713</id><published>2011-11-11T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:45:58.901+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Now, right now</title><content type='html'>Now, right now: listen me my love&lt;br /&gt;I am here, right here, really near you&lt;br /&gt;so near you cannot even think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do love, let's couple together my love&lt;br /&gt;let's do of our love a mess of light&lt;br /&gt;let's our hearts be one&lt;br /&gt;now, now my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sheila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4346770995884218713?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4346770995884218713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4346770995884218713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4346770995884218713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4346770995884218713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-right-now.html' title='Now, right now'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5333741901175968351</id><published>2011-11-07T17:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:56:01.923+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You in me</title><content type='html'>There is no way out&lt;br /&gt;you are not here&lt;br /&gt;your body is not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't touch your sweet skin&lt;br /&gt;I can't look your deep eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't ear you donald duck voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only you in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of you inside&lt;br /&gt;what can I want more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5333741901175968351?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5333741901175968351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5333741901175968351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5333741901175968351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5333741901175968351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-in-me.html' title='You in me'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-960318656739228517</id><published>2011-10-15T01:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:07:14.178+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>A new dream &lt;br /&gt;the other one has gone &lt;br /&gt;was beatiful &lt;br /&gt;but then... like every dream faded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams, dreams &lt;br /&gt;dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one stays &lt;br /&gt;still you are &lt;br /&gt;and my heart &lt;br /&gt;has your light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you are gone?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with 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Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6413998279656164221</id><published>2011-10-15T01:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:21:37.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Sogni</title><content type='html'>Un nuovo sogno &lt;br/&gt; l'altro se n'era andato &lt;br/&gt; era bello &lt;br/&gt; ma poi... come tutti i sogni svanì &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; sogni, sogni &lt;br/&gt; sogni &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; nessuno rimane &lt;br/&gt; eppure tu sei &lt;br/&gt; e il mio cuore  &lt;br/&gt; ha la tua luce &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; perché non sei rimasta?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6413998279656164221?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6413998279656164221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6413998279656164221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6413998279656164221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6413998279656164221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/10/sogni.html' title='Sogni'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1635982835673881208</id><published>2011-10-02T23:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:51:11.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>Addii</title><content type='html'>C'è un tempo per tutto, gli addii sono solo dei cambiamenti di stagione. &lt;br/&gt; Importante però è capire quando è estate o quando Inverno. &lt;br/&gt; Brutto uscire d'inverno in maglietta oppure andare in giro d'estate in cappotto.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1635982835673881208?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1635982835673881208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1635982835673881208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1635982835673881208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1635982835673881208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/10/addii.html' title='Addii'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7861376643255814657</id><published>2011-07-31T17:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:08:46.168+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libri'/><title type='text'>Sul termine "uomo"</title><content type='html'>Sin da ragazzo al sentir usato il termine "uomo" e non "persona" o "essere umano", mi sovvengono brividi e sottili e profonde tensioni, ma per molto non sapevo bene esprimere il perché. &lt;br/&gt; In seguito, imparato a dialogare con la profondità e la spietatezza dell'inconscio, ho capito che l'uso di siffatto termine viene dal malcelato voler assegnare il dominio del potere all'uomo a discapito della donna. &lt;br/&gt; Il taoismo, grande artefice di saggezza ci insegna che non esiste una disparità in nulla, per cui donna e uomo sono una sola entità, anzi, si dice sempre Yin e Yang, donna, uomo, non uomo e donna, perchè tutto nasce dallo Yin e muore nello Yang, come l'onda nasce dall'ultimo movimento dell'acqua sulla sabbia e muore sparendo nella sabbia. &lt;br/&gt; Diffidiamo dunque da chi usa il termine uomo, non perché persona cattiva, ma perché il livello di consapevolezza non ha ancora raggiunto vette libere dove possiamo respirare felici... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Finisco con un mio amato autore, Tolkien. Cito uno dei momenti più belli della sua opera, capolavoro dell'umanità, "Il signore degli anelli", che ci regala questo episodio fra mille momenti di grande profondità, eccolo: Eowyin, prode cavallerizza, ma donna, per cui non considerata dal mondo maschile, uccide, insieme alla sua controparte Yang, Merril, il capo dei Nazgul, un essere demoniaco e invincibile. &lt;br/&gt; Travestita da cavaliere per poter combattere, in mezzo all'esercito del suo popolo, per la soppravivvenza dello stesso, si trova davanti, pieno di boria maschile e superbia, il Nazgul che irridendola, pensandola nella sua stupiditá un maschio, le getta in faccia la profezia del suo destino: tu sciocco! Tu non puoi ostacolarmi, nessun "uomo" vivente può farlo! Non avrebbe mai potuto pensare di avere davanti a se una donna. Lei gli risponde: "non sono un uomo, sono una donna" e lo trafigge.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7861376643255814657?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7861376643255814657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7861376643255814657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7861376643255814657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7861376643255814657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/sul-termine.html' title='Sul termine &amp;quot;uomo&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1143744407114908551</id><published>2011-07-25T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:59:29.580+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><title type='text'>L'Europa e l'immigrazione</title><content type='html'>Leggo ogni tanto sul Corriere web i commenti agli avvenimenti. Mi son venuti rabbia e sconforto leggendo quelli di questi giorni sulla strage in Norvegia: colpa dell'immigrazione, oppure tra cristiani e mussulmani c'è sempre stata guerra, oppure dobbiam comunque difendere i nostri valori. Tutte affermazioni tristi, nessuna luce interiore.&lt;br /&gt;La cosa sconcertante, ma significativa del pluriomicida nelle sue prime dichiarazioni è che era una cosa che andava fatta e lui non ha nessun pentimento, è lucido.&lt;br /&gt;Cosa possiamo cogliere? La sua testa è completamente scissa dal cuore, è pazzia. Una testa scissa dal cuore è folle, può far tutto, giustifica tutto. Sul collegamento testa, cuore, pancia potete leggere questo mio scritto, &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-tre-centri.html"&gt;I 3 centri&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sull'immigrazione mi viene in mente come noi "uomini bianchi" abbiamo "immigrato" altri popoli, vi ricordate gli indiani d'America? Eran tutti cattivi e andavano sterminati, e lo abbiam fatto. Poi dopo decenni abbiam capito che eravamo noi i delinquenti. E così è stato con gli Incas, in tutta la colonizzazione dell'America, dell'Africa, dell'India, dell'Oriente. Si è calcolato che in nome del cristianesimo gli assassinii di guerra e invasioni sono centinaia di milioni: questa è stata la nostra immigrazione nei loro confronti.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo andati a raccontar che Gesù con la sua parabola: "crescete e moltiplicatevi" intendesse: fate figli e basta, mentre lui parlava di consapevolezza ed amore.&lt;br /&gt;Dove abbiam fatto disastri ora ci torna indietro e l'Europa è terra di conquista. Siamo fortunati che queste persone vengono in pace e non in guerra come facemmo noi. Anzi, spesso portano anche delle teste non scisse dal cuore ed hanno da insegnarci qualcosa.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1143744407114908551?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1143744407114908551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1143744407114908551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1143744407114908551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1143744407114908551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/leuropa-e-limmigrazione.html' title='L&amp;#39;Europa e l&amp;#39;immigrazione'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7733530586007924468</id><published>2011-07-24T16:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:21:06.116+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Ipazia</title><content type='html'>Il film &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agora_(film)"&gt;Agorà&lt;/a&gt; ci presenta un personaggio storico particolare, &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ipazia"&gt;Ipazia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Grande scienziata dell'antichità, donna pagana di grande spessore si scontra e viene assassinata dal  movimento cristiano guidato da Cirillo d'Alessandria che la chiesa continua ad annoverare fra i &lt;a href="http://www.santiebeati.it/dettaglio/27950"&gt;i santi &lt;/a&gt;e persino  fra i 33 dottori della chiesa: per un fondamentalista come l'assassino di Oslo non male...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La storia di Ipazia è molto triste, pagò con la vita la sua lotta contro il fondamentalismo cristiano.Il fondamentalismo non può riconoscere i veri santi, in questo caso Ipazia, cieco a causa dei dogmi creati, erge e idolatra dei mostri.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7733530586007924468?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7733530586007924468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7733530586007924468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7733530586007924468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7733530586007924468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/ipazia.html' title='Ipazia'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1364245465502161221</id><published>2011-07-23T20:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:38:08.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oslo</title><content type='html'>100 morti trucidati da un fondamentalista... la pazzia delle religioni...&lt;br /&gt;Gesù insegnava a porgere l'altra guancia, le religioni insegnano ad uccidere ragazzi innocenti.&lt;br /&gt;Gesù morì su una croce che dei fondamentalisti gli inflissero, altri fondamentalisti ci affliggono con la croce nelle scuole e nei locali pubblici, perché possono farlo? Perché siamo così stupidi da dare loro potere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimando ad un mio scritto del 2003 uscito sul numero 5 dei quaderni degli Argonauti all'interno dell mio articolo "Il corpo sacro": &lt;a href="http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2003/06/gesu-e-la-croce.html"&gt;"Il corpo sacro"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1364245465502161221?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1364245465502161221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1364245465502161221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1364245465502161221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1364245465502161221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/oslo.html' title='Oslo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8780538970293152956</id><published>2011-07-20T02:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T02:04:37.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>My white tyger</title><content type='html'>I write this poem for you&lt;br /&gt;my sadness is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;sticking in your loss skin&lt;br /&gt;white like snow&lt;br /&gt;far and lost in the North&lt;br /&gt;where the sun can't shine more than you&lt;br /&gt;I told you here was earth for you&lt;br /&gt;I was meaning for your heart&lt;br /&gt;I was telling this for your soul&lt;br /&gt;... you lost yourself&lt;br /&gt;and I lost my white tyger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8780538970293152956?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8780538970293152956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8780538970293152956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8780538970293152956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8780538970293152956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-white-tyger.html' title='My white tyger'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8715360772210138824</id><published>2011-07-19T15:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:58:40.207+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amore'/><title type='text'>Sul film, Il ventaglio segreto</title><content type='html'>Film veramente bello, entra con leggerezza in temi delicati come l'amore, racconta di storie di donne nella Cina moderna e di un tempo, vite parallele, segrete al mondo maschile. A poco a poco riesce a scavare nello spettatore, lasciandolo alla fine del film schiacciato contro la poltrona del cinema, consapevole della profondità che l'amore può avere e non desideroso di lasciare la sala e tornare alla propria e altrui banale vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film tratto dal libro "Fiore di neve e il ventaglio segreto".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8715360772210138824?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8715360772210138824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8715360772210138824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8715360772210138824'/><link rel='self' 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fare, fare&lt;br /&gt;quale malattia&lt;br /&gt;tutti fanno&lt;br /&gt;se non fanno si disperano&lt;br /&gt;cosa faccio oggi?&lt;br /&gt;cosa faccio adesso?&lt;br /&gt;Ah... triste la vita così&lt;br /&gt;l'amore scompare&lt;br /&gt;diventa relazione&lt;br /&gt;fare, fare, fare&lt;br /&gt;vera malattia dell'umanità&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7476347958077398686?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7476347958077398686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7476347958077398686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7476347958077398686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7476347958077398686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/fare.html' title='Fare'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6192329886091135001</id><published>2011-07-09T00:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:51:40.357+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Your head on my chest</title><content type='html'>Your head on my chest&lt;br /&gt;every night we left with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we where finally together&lt;br /&gt;your hair was soft, long&lt;br /&gt;your mouth over my heart&lt;br /&gt;listening my beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toc, toc, toc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was always one more,&lt;br /&gt;was for you, for the twinkle&lt;br /&gt;to have your head on my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we have no more laughing nights&lt;br /&gt;no more magic songs together&lt;br /&gt;no more tears of hope and sadness&lt;br /&gt;now there is only&lt;br /&gt;your head on my chest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6192329886091135001?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6192329886091135001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6192329886091135001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6192329886091135001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6192329886091135001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-head-on-my-chest-every-night-we.html' title='Your head on my chest'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8516497018758708491</id><published>2011-07-07T18:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:07:12.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>La tua vita</title><content type='html'>Con una poesia non mangerai&lt;br /&gt;con un bacio non guadagnerai denari&lt;br /&gt;col nostro amore non sarai famosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cibo, soldi, notorietà&lt;br /&gt;li hai tutti ora&lt;br /&gt;sepolti con te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8516497018758708491?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8516497018758708491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8516497018758708491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8516497018758708491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8516497018758708491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-tua-vita.html' title='La tua vita'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2899359438228267151</id><published>2011-07-07T18:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:06:07.775+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Your life</title><content type='html'>With a poem you will not eat&lt;br /&gt;with a kiss you don't earn money&lt;br /&gt;with our love you will not be famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food money fame&lt;br /&gt;you have all these now&lt;br /&gt;burried with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2899359438228267151?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2899359438228267151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2899359438228267151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2899359438228267151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2899359438228267151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-life.html' title='Your life'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-9184336594716574915</id><published>2011-07-01T00:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:11:17.225+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Una selvaggia tigre</title><content type='html'>Buio nella notte&lt;br /&gt;una tigre aspetta&lt;br /&gt;selvaggia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gli hai tolto i denti?&lt;br /&gt;OMD, ora sei una mucca&lt;br /&gt;muu muu&lt;br /&gt;o una pecora&lt;br /&gt;bee bee&lt;br /&gt;perché ti vuoi così?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attenta!&lt;br /&gt;la mia tigre sta venendo a mangiarti&lt;br /&gt;corri via, corri via&lt;br /&gt;oppur rimettiti ancora i denti&lt;br /&gt;ed andremo a danzare sotto la pioggia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMD=o mio dio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-9184336594716574915?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/9184336594716574915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=9184336594716574915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/9184336594716574915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/9184336594716574915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/una-selvaggia-tigre.html' title='Una selvaggia tigre'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4407761794900572575</id><published>2011-07-01T00:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:45:55.450+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A wild tyger</title><content type='html'>Dark in the night&lt;br /&gt;a wild tyger&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you take off his teeth?&lt;br /&gt;OMG, you are now a cow!&lt;br /&gt;muu muu&lt;br /&gt;or a sheep&lt;br /&gt;bee bee&lt;br /&gt;why you want yourself so?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful!&lt;br /&gt;my tyger is coming to eat you now&lt;br /&gt;run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;or put your teeth on again&lt;br /&gt;and we will go dancing in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG=oh my god)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4407761794900572575?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4407761794900572575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4407761794900572575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4407761794900572575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4407761794900572575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/wild-tyger.html' title='A wild tyger'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6900390700023431582</id><published>2011-06-30T01:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T01:12:55.347+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Don't stop</title><content type='html'>You are in me&lt;br /&gt;dancing in me&lt;br /&gt;breathing in me&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in me&lt;br /&gt;loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no space between us&lt;br /&gt;we live here&lt;br /&gt;we are in this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body seems far&lt;br /&gt;in one other country&lt;br /&gt;what can i do with it?&lt;br /&gt;it's outside&lt;br /&gt;it's there&lt;br /&gt;stay there&lt;br /&gt;i don't need it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't stop&lt;br /&gt;dancing in me&lt;br /&gt;breathing in me&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in me&lt;br /&gt;loving me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6900390700023431582?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6900390700023431582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6900390700023431582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6900390700023431582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6900390700023431582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-stop.html' title='Don&apos;t stop'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2843289209868274160</id><published>2011-06-28T08:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:43:10.822+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A princess</title><content type='html'>You where floating in the wing of your castle&lt;br /&gt;the discreet charm of a princess&lt;br /&gt;your pride finally crushed by your love&lt;br /&gt;the mouth burning of desire&lt;br /&gt;the soul happy only for looks&lt;br /&gt;you smiled me however happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2843289209868274160?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2843289209868274160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2843289209868274160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2843289209868274160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2843289209868274160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/princess.html' title='A princess'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7609334305058935306</id><published>2011-06-28T08:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:23:50.016+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Una principessa</title><content type='html'>Aleggiavi nell'ala del tuo castello&lt;br /&gt;il fascino discreto di una principessa&lt;br /&gt;il tuo orgoglio infine schiacciato dal tuo amore&lt;br /&gt;la bocca ardente di desiderio&lt;br /&gt;l'anima contenta di soli sguardi&lt;br /&gt;mi sorridesti comunque lieta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7609334305058935306?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7609334305058935306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7609334305058935306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7609334305058935306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7609334305058935306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/una-principessa.html' title='Una principessa'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3854506846593417075</id><published>2011-06-26T21:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:27:47.971+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Furrows</title><content type='html'>Let's trace a furrow&lt;br /&gt;in the hard stone&lt;br /&gt;of our character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one a sign remains light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one other not even a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mine a river flows&lt;br /&gt;now that I met you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3854506846593417075?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3854506846593417075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3854506846593417075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3854506846593417075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3854506846593417075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/07/furrows.html' title='Furrows'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6419518846285257375</id><published>2011-06-26T21:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:09:42.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Solchi</title><content type='html'>Tracciamo un solco&lt;br /&gt;nella dura pietra&lt;br /&gt;del nostro carattere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In uno un segno resta lieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nell'altro neppure una traccia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nel mio un fiume scorre &lt;br /&gt;or che ti ho incontrata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6419518846285257375?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6419518846285257375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6419518846285257375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6419518846285257375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6419518846285257375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/solchi.html' title='Solchi'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2091762614472920282</id><published>2011-06-25T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:28:45.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Il dolce bacio</title><content type='html'>Quella sera ero dentro di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sospiravi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'era una luce li&lt;br /&gt;restammo immobili a sentirla&lt;br /&gt;non c'era più spazio&lt;br /&gt;eppur si apriva l'infinito&lt;br /&gt;poi il dolce bacio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2091762614472920282?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2091762614472920282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2091762614472920282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2091762614472920282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2091762614472920282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/il-dolce-bacio.html' title='Il dolce bacio'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5839182943705684868</id><published>2011-06-25T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:10:45.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Giochi strani</title><content type='html'>Giochi strani fa la vita&lt;br /&gt;amori distrutti, incapaci di esistere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si amavano, lui morì,&lt;br /&gt;dolore, dolore, dolore&lt;br /&gt;diciott'anni di dolore&lt;br /&gt;ma lui era sempre lì,&lt;br /&gt;l'amore intatto&lt;br /&gt;poi una notte l'inatteso aiuto&lt;br /&gt;si strinsero ancora&lt;br /&gt;la gioia lungo la colonna&lt;br /&gt;il ritrovato contatto&lt;br /&gt;l'unione perfetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5839182943705684868?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5839182943705684868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5839182943705684868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5839182943705684868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5839182943705684868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/giochi-strani.html' title='Giochi strani'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3107459180452056348</id><published>2011-06-22T16:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:49:07.004+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Non ti do zucchero, é amore</title><content type='html'>Cercavi da me parole mielate, dolci,&lt;br /&gt;sbattesti la porta non capendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volevi carezze e tenerezze,&lt;br /&gt;la vagina ben serrata, moneta di scambio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiedevi certezze e accondiscendenza&lt;br /&gt;il cuore nascosto nel più profondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprivi e la tua energia mi inondava&lt;br /&gt;ti baciai dolcemente le labbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scappasti a gambe levate&lt;br /&gt;quell'uomo vuole solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non era zucchero, era amore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3107459180452056348?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3107459180452056348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3107459180452056348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3107459180452056348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3107459180452056348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/non-ti-do-zucchero-e-amore.html' title='Non ti do zucchero, é amore'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3918749816420306735</id><published>2011-06-22T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:24:55.664+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Un gioco stupido</title><content type='html'>Notte bagnata&lt;br /&gt;una stella umida&lt;br /&gt;sofferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il cuore tira ancora&lt;br /&gt;come un'animale morente&lt;br /&gt;nessuna lacrima rimasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erano speranze vane&lt;br /&gt;un matrimonio finto&lt;br /&gt;erba in un cimitero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupido silenzio&lt;br /&gt;giocato da una bimba cresciuta&lt;br /&gt;solo una lama nel petto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3918749816420306735?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3918749816420306735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3918749816420306735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3918749816420306735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3918749816420306735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/un-gioco-stupido.html' title='Un gioco stupido'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-534459506730169972</id><published>2011-06-20T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:18:01.368+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Silly game</title><content type='html'>Wet in the night&lt;br /&gt;a damp star&lt;br /&gt;suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pulls&lt;br /&gt;like a dying animal&lt;br /&gt;no more tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hope in vain&lt;br /&gt;a fake wedding&lt;br /&gt;grass in a grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly silence&lt;br /&gt;played by a grown baby&lt;br /&gt;only a blade in an heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-534459506730169972?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/534459506730169972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=534459506730169972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/534459506730169972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/534459506730169972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/silly-game.html' title='Silly game'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8978557482765951733</id><published>2011-06-20T15:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:12:00.437+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Un caffè</title><content type='html'>Eri li sulla sabbia&lt;br /&gt;il fragore di un mare bianco&lt;br /&gt;l'onda ti lambì il piede&lt;br /&gt;lo stesso che tenevo in mano&lt;br /&gt;quando le nostre forme si intrecciavano&lt;br /&gt;in un'amalgama&lt;br /&gt;dove non eravamo mai stati&lt;br /&gt;in un mondo nuovo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'onda defluí e il tuo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;mischiato al caffé al ginseng&lt;br /&gt;diede pace e bianco candore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8978557482765951733?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8978557482765951733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8978557482765951733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8978557482765951733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8978557482765951733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/un-caffe.html' title='Un caffè'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1457453853773081775</id><published>2011-06-15T00:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:48:30.453+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><title type='text'>Sull'ozio</title><content type='html'>"Vincono sul web perché non fanno un cazzo", così si esprime uno di quelli che ostinatamente non han capito il significato del raggiungimento del quorum. Ed ha ragione, sta nascendo un popolo del web, cominciano ad esistere persone che oltre al lavoro provano ad essere persone, ad avere interessi, idee politiche, idee su cosa vuol dire essere persone. &lt;br /&gt;Sicuramente il modello di quel tizio (non persona, termine che andrebbe usato solo con le persone) può essere uno come Marchionne, un individio che ha dichiarato che lavora quasi 20 ore al giorno e che non ha tempo per il mondo, per l'umanità, per la salute degli operai, ma é interessato solo al suo piccolo ego. Buon lavoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il posto dove lavoro si chiama "Il giardino dei Maestri Oziosi", l'ho scelto per tenere lontano gli odiatori d'ozio.&lt;br /&gt;Il nome era di un'antico maestro taoista, il "Venerabile Maestro Ozioso" e significa: "Colui che mette a riposare la testa per usare il cuore"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1457453853773081775?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1457453853773081775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1457453853773081775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1457453853773081775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1457453853773081775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/vincono-sul-web-perche-non-fanno-un.html' title='Sull&apos;ozio'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2642364122371061081</id><published>2011-06-14T00:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:35:01.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggezza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Cassandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I troiani sono l'emblema di un popolo molto stupido, due i motivi della loro distruzione. &lt;br /&gt;Il primo fu causato da Ettore, se questi non avesse ucciso stoltamente l'amico di Achille, Patroclo, il pelide non sarebbe mai tornato in battaglia e senza il loro eroe gli Achei erano inferiori ai troiani guidati da Ettore.&lt;br /&gt;Il secondo motivo &amp;#233; quello che rovina costantemente l'umanit&amp;#224;, il non ascolto della voce interiore, della guida profonda, della saggezza di Cassandra. Questa veggente "sapeva", le era chiaro cosa era il "cavallo di troia", la sua pericolosit&amp;#224;, ma aim&amp;#232;, nessuno le diede retta, tutti presi dalla sete di vittoria, dalla cecit&amp;#224; del loro ego limitato, dalla brama di denaro e di doni, specchi della loro stoltezza... tutto molto moderno, purtroppo; i giapponesi gi&amp;#224; eran stati ammoniti con le loro due citt&amp;#224; distrutte da bombe atomiche durante la seconda guerra mondiale, eppure, novelli troiani, non seppero ascoltare e Cassandra avrebbe detto: "La storia si ripete sempre" ed ora pagano tristi consequenze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Purtuttavia un popolo, unico al mondo, ha saputo ascoltare Cassandra per ben due volte nella sua storia moderna ed ora si trova libero dal nucleare.&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/17895303-2642364122371061081?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2642364122371061081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2642364122371061081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2642364122371061081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2642364122371061081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/cassandra.html' title='Cassandra'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-560075627955282352</id><published>2011-06-13T19:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:30:48.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Sui capelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;La prima cosa che fanno al servizio di leva è tagliare i capelli, non a zero, quello sarebbe ancora accettabile, no, ne lasciano un poco, come i prigionieri ebrei nei campi nazisti: tu ora non sei più tu, tu ora sei al nostro comando. &lt;br /&gt;Cosa tagliano? Che simbolismo c'é dietro a ciò? Tagliano la criniera, un leone senza criniera non é più un leone, non ha più la sua parte selvaggia, non é più libero, non ha più forza. &lt;br /&gt;Donne di popoli ancora naturali se private dei capelli si sentono amputate di una parte di loro stesse. &lt;br /&gt;Spesso ai nostri giorni si deride chi ha i capelli lunghi, qualcuno può arrivare a dar dell'effemminato, eppur grandi uomini, grandi donne avevano capelli lunghi.&lt;br /&gt;Sansone é un mito emblematico, tutta la sua forza perduta nel taglio di Dalida, Sansone non é più Sansone, perché milioni di persone, donne e uomini si puniscono così? Ovvio, vogliono eliminate la loro natura selvaggia, ne hanno paura, tagliandosi i capelli possono stare tranquilli, sono dentro una gabbia, la prigione li tranquillizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-560075627955282352?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/560075627955282352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=560075627955282352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/560075627955282352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/560075627955282352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/sui-capelli.html' title='Sui capelli'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7837401127511198543</id><published>2011-06-11T22:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:31:09.707+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>10 all'ora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sei la mia pioggia, &lt;/div&gt;la mia acqua&lt;br /&gt;sono libero&lt;br /&gt;pronto per le tue gocce&lt;br /&gt;alzo il viso e mi bagno&lt;br /&gt;teneri tocchi&lt;br /&gt;piedi intrecciati&lt;br /&gt;a 10 all'ora&lt;br /&gt;uno stop improvviso&lt;br /&gt;per un altro bacio&lt;br /&gt;memori del Pelide&lt;br /&gt;che non seppe fermarsi&lt;br /&gt;tratteniamo l'amore&lt;br /&gt;e celere cresce in noi&lt;br /&gt;fra risa di gioia&lt;br /&gt;albero secolare&lt;br /&gt;sradica cemento&lt;br /&gt;vita opportuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7837401127511198543?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7837401127511198543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7837401127511198543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7837401127511198543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7837401127511198543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-allora.html' title='10 all&apos;ora'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2378012498625750988</id><published>2011-05-28T08:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:16:03.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sul demandare</title><content type='html'>Quando si demanda una cosa, questa viene presa da una fazione che poi si pone in opposizione a noi. &lt;br /&gt;L'irrazionalità fu tema centrale della destra e sfociò nel nazismo. La sinistra troppo occupata a conservare e proteggere il razionale. Ancora oggi assistiamo a ciò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fra i temi abbandonati da tutti vi é la spiritualità, l'abbiamo demandata alle religioni ed il mondo in nome di queste si fa guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Riprendiamocela, buttiamo Dio fuori dalle chiese e facciamolo tornare fra noi, i portatori di morte spariranno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altro tema demandato é la salute, l'ignoranza é tale che gli ordini e le università hanno potere di vita e morte su chiunque cada nelle loro grinfie.&lt;br /&gt;Ammalati ci ritroviamo come degli imbecilli che non sanno cosa succede loro e demandiamo la nostra salute alla medicina, falso idolo moderno dove i corrotti e le case farmaceutiche si rimpinzano alle nostre spalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non me ne vogliano bravi dottori e preti, ma il ritrovarsi comunque in un sistema di morte, in un meccanismo automatico - yin e yang non perdonano nell'analisi -, non toglie le loro e le nostre responsabilità.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2378012498625750988?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2378012498625750988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2378012498625750988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2378012498625750988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2378012498625750988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/sul-demandare.html' title='Sul demandare'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6655155164181549008</id><published>2011-05-27T16:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:42:03.174+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Luisa</title><content type='html'>Il ricordo lontano&lt;br /&gt;vivo nella memoria&lt;br /&gt;qualche istante accanto a te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il tuo viaggio&lt;br /&gt;rivelatosi senza ritorno&lt;br /&gt;un dolore sottile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti ritrovo sorridente&lt;br /&gt;lontana negli occhi&lt;br /&gt;per te un ricordo qualunque&lt;br /&gt;di un passato di tormento&lt;br /&gt;che scacci nel tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le mie dita ti lasciano&lt;br /&gt;svaniscon anche queste parole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6655155164181549008?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6655155164181549008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6655155164181549008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6655155164181549008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6655155164181549008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/luisa.html' title='Luisa'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2136124084059713995</id><published>2011-05-26T00:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:55:17.928+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Strati</title><content type='html'>C'era una bella ragazza&lt;br /&gt;vorticava nello spazio&lt;br /&gt;i capelli tutt'attorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lei é li ora&lt;br /&gt;aspetta me per danzare&lt;br /&gt;un sorriso sul suo viso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veloce vado&lt;br /&gt;il suo cuore ride&lt;br /&gt;come posso non essere felice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2136124084059713995?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2136124084059713995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2136124084059713995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2136124084059713995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2136124084059713995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/strati.html' title='Strati'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8569477643518298715</id><published>2011-05-26T00:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:56:59.930+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Layers</title><content type='html'>There was a nice girl&lt;br /&gt;she was spinning in the space&lt;br /&gt;her hair all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is there now&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to dance&lt;br /&gt;a smile in her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick I go&lt;br /&gt;her heart is laughing&lt;br /&gt;how can I not be happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8569477643518298715?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8569477643518298715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8569477643518298715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8569477643518298715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8569477643518298715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/layers.html' title='Layers'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7738951092859017065</id><published>2011-05-22T19:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:58:22.060+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aphorism'/><title type='text'>On God and us</title><content type='html'>The task of each of us is to to seek God&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this to priests or to a church brings misfortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin and Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not understand life&lt;br /&gt;They abuse of a power that God has not given them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7738951092859017065?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7738951092859017065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7738951092859017065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7738951092859017065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7738951092859017065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-god-and-us.html' title='On God and us'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7464820939888195082</id><published>2011-05-22T14:06:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:46:17.217+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>Su Dio e noi</title><content type='html'>Compito di ognuno é cercare Dio&lt;br /&gt;Lasciare a dei preti od ad una chiesa ciò porta a disgrazie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin e Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi non capiamo la vita&lt;br /&gt;Loro abusano di un potere che Dio non gli ha dato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7464820939888195082?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7464820939888195082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7464820939888195082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7464820939888195082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7464820939888195082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/su-dio-e-noi.html' title='Su Dio e noi'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5195388995045852389</id><published>2011-05-21T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:09:36.485+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>L'umorismo</title><content type='html'>Crozza come Benigni e Totò,&lt;br /&gt;quanto fa bene all'umorismo la destra,&lt;br /&gt;così persone che vivono troppo seriamente&lt;br /&gt;fanno sogni che hanno simboli molto umoristici.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5195388995045852389?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5195388995045852389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5195388995045852389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5195388995045852389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5195388995045852389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/lumorismo.html' title='L&apos;umorismo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3041082999224821211</id><published>2011-05-19T21:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:11:47.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>Sulle elezioni</title><content type='html'>Hanno sbagliato la campagna elettorale...&lt;br /&gt;Ma allora? Ammettono che è tutto finto, che non hanno idee proprie, che fanno la campagna elettorale per i voti degli elettori e poi invero fanno ciò che più gli aggrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3041082999224821211?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3041082999224821211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3041082999224821211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3041082999224821211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3041082999224821211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/sulle-elezioni.html' title='Sulle elezioni'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2266164452595192486</id><published>2011-05-18T23:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:46:38.210+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>Sulla bruttezza</title><content type='html'>Le facce dei politici nostrani sono brutte&lt;br /&gt;non perchè siano brutti, rispecchiano la pochezza interiore&lt;br /&gt;e le caste chiuse abbruttiscono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben venga l'integrazione razziale come portatrice di bellezza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli USA non sono un paese molto democratico&lt;br /&gt;ormai neppure più noi&lt;br /&gt;almeno l'attuale loro presidente ha una bella faccia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2266164452595192486?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2266164452595192486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2266164452595192486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2266164452595192486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2266164452595192486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/sulla-bruttezza.html' title='Sulla bruttezza'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5379677436621899692</id><published>2011-05-18T00:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:45:13.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin e Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aforismi'/><title type='text'>Sul lavarsi, sull'essere sporchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Chi è di sinistra non si lava,&lt;br /&gt;ci si lava perchè si é sporchi,&lt;br /&gt;se si é puliti non ci si lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavarsi troppo é una malattia dell'epoca moderna,&lt;br /&gt;inconsciamente ci si sente sporchi internamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporchi-Puliti&lt;br /&gt;Dentro-Fuori&lt;br /&gt;Yin-Yang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5379677436621899692?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5379677436621899692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5379677436621899692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5379677436621899692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5379677436621899692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/sul-lavarsi-sullessere-sporchi.html' title='Sul lavarsi, sull&apos;essere sporchi'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4127513292426956009</id><published>2011-05-14T19:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:11:34.439+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggezza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tai Chi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miti'/><title type='text'>Ercole ed Anteo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Cosa ne pensi di &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ercole_e_Anteo_(Antonio_del_Pollaiolo_Uffizi)"&gt;Ercole e Anteo e della loro lotta&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ercole è un simbolo positivo, forza unita ad intelligenza, nessuna forza bruta come Anteo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e1/Herakles_Antaios_Louvre_G103.jpg/300px-Herakles_Antaios_Louvre_G103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e1/Herakles_Antaios_Louvre_G103.jpg/300px-Herakles_Antaios_Louvre_G103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Questo è esattamente ciò che accade nel Tai Chi. Carlo, cosa si fa li? Si alza il diaframma per spostare l'altro energicamente. Anteo è un uomo forte, deve usare la terra per essere forte, cosa fa un maestro di Tai Chi con le persone&amp;nbsp;muscolose? Le solleva tirando su il diaframma e invertendo la polarità della terra. Questo è l'antico detto del Tai Chi: sollevare parecchi chili con solo alcuni grammi di peso.&lt;br /&gt;Più profondamente Anteo è il nostro modo di agire esterno, muscoli e forza, stupido approccio alla vita; Ercole alza al cielo la sua parte Anteo, la inverte e vince in sé la sua parte egoica liberando la propria energia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4127513292426956009?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4127513292426956009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4127513292426956009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4127513292426956009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4127513292426956009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/cosa-ne-pensi-di-ercole-e-anteo-e-della.html' title='Ercole ed Anteo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6471604927701165636</id><published>2011-05-14T19:07:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:52:35.670+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tai Chi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiji'/><title type='text'>Hercules and Antaeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;What do you think about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antaeus"&gt;Hercules and Antaeus and their fight&lt;/a&gt; Sheila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/30/Hercules_1.jpg/250px-Hercules_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="431" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/30/Hercules_1.jpg/250px-Hercules_1.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antonio del Pollaiolo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hercules is a positive symbol, strength with intelligence, and no brute force like Antaeus.&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what happens in Tai Chi Carlo, what you do? You lift up the diaphragm to move the other energetically. Antaeus is a strong man, he must use the ground to be strong, what does a Tai Chi master with strong people? He lifts them up pulling up the diaphragm and inverting their ground polarity. So this is the ancient Tai Chi statement: lift several pounds with only some oz of weigh.&lt;br /&gt;More deeply Antaeus is our external way of acting, our muscles and strength stupid approach to life, Hercules lifts to the sky his Antaeus part, he reverses it and wins in himself his ego side freeing his energy.&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/17895303-6471604927701165636?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6471604927701165636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6471604927701165636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6471604927701165636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6471604927701165636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/hercules-and-anteo.html' title='Hercules and Antaeus'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4231871162258410792</id><published>2011-05-12T15:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:48:14.568+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>I‘ll wait her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Carlo, she will never be back...&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll wait her with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo, she says she love one other...&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll wait her with my tyger nails ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo, she lives too far...&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll wait her with a flight ticket in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo, she is too young...&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll wait her with my young foolishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo, she is no good for you&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll wait her with my kisses ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo, she... oh, I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll wait her with a rose,&lt;br /&gt;she is deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4231871162258410792?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4231871162258410792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4231871162258410792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4231871162258410792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4231871162258410792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/carlo-she-will-never-be-back.html' title='I‘ll wait her'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5034920960019938712</id><published>2011-04-29T00:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:16:50.335+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amore'/><title type='text'>Eri qui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tu mi sei sempre vicina,&lt;br /&gt;puro amore,&lt;br /&gt;puro sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Il dolore fu così vasto che dovetti fermarmi&lt;br /&gt;e tu eri qui,&lt;br /&gt;aspettando ti scoprissi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5034920960019938712?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5034920960019938712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5034920960019938712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5034920960019938712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5034920960019938712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/tu-mi-sei-sempre-vicina-puro-amore-puro.html' title='Eri qui'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6418296238150594651</id><published>2011-04-29T00:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:27:42.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You are always near me,&lt;br /&gt;pure love,&lt;br /&gt;pure smile.&lt;br /&gt;The pain was so great that I had to stop&lt;br /&gt;and you where here &lt;br /&gt;waiting I discovered you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6418296238150594651?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6418296238150594651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6418296238150594651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6418296238150594651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6418296238150594651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7440383296789406608</id><published>2011-04-27T13:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:42:18.367+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Il labbro sotto</title><content type='html'>Bello il tuo labbro,&lt;br /&gt;gonfio e colorato di rosa,&lt;br /&gt;le mie labbra dolcemente lo sfiorano,&lt;br /&gt;sorridendo a tanto candore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7440383296789406608?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7440383296789406608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7440383296789406608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7440383296789406608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7440383296789406608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-labbro-sotto.html' title='Il labbro sotto'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2276717681190371036</id><published>2011-04-25T01:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:42:45.731+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Una stella</title><content type='html'>Una stella brillante scintilla nella notte,&lt;br /&gt;una notte buia ha bisogno di una stella brillante&lt;br /&gt;o mia dolce, sono la buia notte per te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2276717681190371036?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2276717681190371036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2276717681190371036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2276717681190371036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2276717681190371036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/una-stella.html' title='Una stella'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-9049288599137615186</id><published>2011-04-25T01:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:41:43.867+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A star</title><content type='html'>A bright star shines in the night&lt;br /&gt;a dark night needs a bright star&lt;br /&gt;o my sweet, I'm the dark night for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-9049288599137615186?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/9049288599137615186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=9049288599137615186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/9049288599137615186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/9049288599137615186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/star.html' title='A star'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2315913365665493414</id><published>2011-04-16T00:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:25:45.941+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Where God stays</title><content type='html'>Hell and Heaven are in opposition, they are Yin and Yang, belly and head, are fighting one against the other; the church has brought on this fight with terrible effects on the mental health of the human beings for thousands of years. God can't conceive such a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante puts the loved love of Paolo and Francesca in the Hell and his love for Beatrice in the Heaven. Both are no-loves, both are two faces of the same coin. Carnal, but full of sins feelings the first, ethereal and not lived the second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, that doesn't forgive nobody loved, took me a so strong pleasure of him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, who loves it's loved back, from&lt;br /&gt;that we can deduce that who is not loved doesn't love. (that person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often happens that one "doesn't feel loved" or to think continuosly to one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place more forgotten in these thousands years of contrapposition between hell and Heaven it's the Purgatory, the heart. Nothing against head and belly, but if they are not connected with the heart they are only monsters and they bring us to wars and violence. Present human beings that seem to us so ugly in their ridiculous inveigh and stealing are only humans no more connected to the heart, infernals or heavenly sloppy beins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking always to a person doesn't mean we love her/him, only listening to our heart we can  understand who we really love and understand who loves us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2315913365665493414?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2315913365665493414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2315913365665493414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2315913365665493414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2315913365665493414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-god-stays.html' title='Where God stays'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6528718211175963302</id><published>2011-04-14T09:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:26:34.833+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggezza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amore'/><title type='text'>Dove sta Dio?</title><content type='html'>Inferno e Paradiso si contrappongono, sono Yin e Yang, pancia e testa, sono in lite fra loro, la chiesa ha procrastinato questa lite con terribili effetti sulla salute mentale degli esseri umani per millenni. Dio non puó concepire un simile obbrobrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante pone l'amore vissuto di Paolo e Francesca nell'Inferno e il suo amore per Beatrice nel Paradiso. Entrambi sono dei non amori, entrambi sono una medaglia con due faccie. Carnale, ma pieno di sensi di colpa il primo, etereo e non vissuto il secondo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' interessante, chi ama è riamato, da ció si deduce che chi non è amato non ama (quella persona).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma spesso capita di "non sentirsi amati" o di pensare continuamente ad una persona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il luogo più dimenticato in questi millenni di contrapposizione fra Inferno e Paradiso è il Purgatorio, il cuore. Nulla contro pancia e testa, ma se non sono collegati al cuore sono solo dei mostri e portano a guerre e violenza. Gli umani del presente che ci sembrano tanto brutti nel loro ridicolo inveire e rubare sono solo umani non più collegati al cuore, umani infernali o sciatti paradisiaci. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensare sempre ad una persona non vuol dire amarla, solo sentendo il nostro cuore possiamo capire chi amiamo veramente e capire chi ci ama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6528718211175963302?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6528718211175963302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6528718211175963302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6528718211175963302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6528718211175963302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/dove-sta-dio.html' title='Dove sta Dio?'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6414175263959588484</id><published>2011-04-14T01:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:04:58.825+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>One love</title><content type='html'>Everybody loves one person,&lt;br /&gt;not that one in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;no, can't be her,&lt;br /&gt;a love can't be in thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;she is deeply lulled in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6414175263959588484?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6414175263959588484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6414175263959588484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6414175263959588484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6414175263959588484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-love.html' title='One love'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6259905196853512621</id><published>2011-04-14T01:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:02:37.932+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Un amore</title><content type='html'>Ognuno ama una persona,&lt;br /&gt;non è quella che sta frullando in testa&lt;br /&gt;no, non puó esser lei, &lt;br /&gt;un amore non sta nei pensieri,&lt;br /&gt;lei è profondamente cullata nel mio cuore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6259905196853512621?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6259905196853512621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6259905196853512621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6259905196853512621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6259905196853512621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-amore.html' title='Un amore'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-112016509620645344</id><published>2011-04-13T08:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:19:14.670+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Quel posto</title><content type='html'>Era giallo per lo più&lt;br /&gt;quel posto dove eravamo abituati ad incontrarci&lt;br /&gt;brillava per lo più&lt;br /&gt;quel non-posto dove eravamo soliti amarci&lt;br /&gt;è ancora lì&lt;br /&gt;quel posto dove ancora ti posso sentire&lt;br /&gt;è il nostro cuore&lt;br /&gt;quel posto dove siamo ancora abbracciati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-112016509620645344?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/112016509620645344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=112016509620645344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/112016509620645344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/112016509620645344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/quel-posto.html' title='Quel posto'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1377731514951764391</id><published>2011-04-13T08:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:05:05.008+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>That place</title><content type='html'>Most was yellow&lt;br /&gt;that place where we used to meet&lt;br /&gt;most was shining&lt;br /&gt;that nowhere where we loved each other&lt;br /&gt;it's not gone&lt;br /&gt;that place where I can still feel you&lt;br /&gt;it's our heart&lt;br /&gt;that place where we still are arms in arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1377731514951764391?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1377731514951764391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1377731514951764391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1377731514951764391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1377731514951764391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-place.html' title='That place'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-7510576182437754206</id><published>2011-04-06T10:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:40:51.245+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saggezza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amore'/><title type='text'>Distanza</title><content type='html'>Preferisci che lui ti ami e stia con lei o che lui ami lei e stia con te?&lt;br /&gt;Dove uno è col corpo non conta, il cuore non se ne cura. &lt;br /&gt;Dove sta il cuore c'è amore, al cuore non importa se l'altro è a 6000 chilometri di distanza, è sempre insieme con la propria amata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-7510576182437754206?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7510576182437754206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=7510576182437754206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7510576182437754206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/7510576182437754206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/distanza.html' title='Distanza'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4591015537861293856</id><published>2011-04-06T09:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:57:39.249+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>You prefer he love you and stays with her or that he loves her and stays with you?&lt;br /&gt;Where one stays with the body is no matter in love, the heart does not care.&lt;br /&gt;Where stays the heart there is love and one heart doesn't care if the other is 6000 kilometers away from his body, he is always together with his/her beloved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4591015537861293856?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4591015537861293856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4591015537861293856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4591015537861293856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4591015537861293856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-9128357113374130210</id><published>2011-03-30T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:02:22.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Tom Dillo</title><content type='html'>Tom Bombadill!&lt;br /&gt;Tom Bombadill!&lt;br /&gt;è tornato,&lt;br /&gt;perché non lo ascoltiamo?&lt;br /&gt;perché non lo ascoltiamo?&lt;br /&gt;è così semplice,&lt;br /&gt;così semplice,&lt;br /&gt;troppo semplice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-9128357113374130210?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/9128357113374130210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=9128357113374130210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/9128357113374130210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/9128357113374130210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/tom-dillo.html' title='Tom Dillo'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4955850782879639299</id><published>2011-03-30T16:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:02:58.046+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>Tom Dol</title><content type='html'>Tom Bombadill!&lt;br /&gt;Tom Bombadill!&lt;br /&gt;He is out again.&lt;br /&gt;why we don't listen to Him?&lt;br /&gt;why we don't listen to Him?&lt;br /&gt;it's so simple,&lt;br /&gt;so simple,&lt;br /&gt;too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See: "The lord of the rings, book 1"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4955850782879639299?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4955850782879639299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4955850782879639299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4955850782879639299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4955850782879639299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/tom-dol.html' title='Tom Dol'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-2719851865125077377</id><published>2011-03-30T08:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:59:10.097+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>L'onda</title><content type='html'>Quell'onda alta ci travolse&lt;br /&gt;inaspettata, amara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'acqua fredda e salata&lt;br /&gt;scolló il tenue legame fra di noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non capimmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per anni ci ferimmo&lt;br /&gt;ignari del nostro non-amore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-2719851865125077377?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2719851865125077377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=2719851865125077377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2719851865125077377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/2719851865125077377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/londa.html' title='L&apos;onda'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-572895058397334571</id><published>2011-03-28T08:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:50:31.283+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie'/><title type='text'>L'erba</title><content type='html'>Il leone sull'erba&lt;br /&gt;la leonessa sopra di lui&lt;br /&gt;teneramente appiccicati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento il profumo&lt;br /&gt;di quell'erba verde&lt;br /&gt;sotto di loro, sotto di noi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-572895058397334571?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/572895058397334571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=572895058397334571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/572895058397334571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/572895058397334571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/lerba.html' title='L&apos;erba'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6604503596804973544</id><published>2011-03-28T08:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:54:45.317+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poems'/><title type='text'>Grass</title><content type='html'>The lion on the grass&lt;br /&gt;the lioness over him&lt;br /&gt;tenderly sticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the fresh smell&lt;br /&gt;of that green grass&lt;br /&gt;under them, under us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6604503596804973544?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6604503596804973544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6604503596804973544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6604503596804973544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6604503596804973544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/grass.html' title='Grass'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-8724150822668742038</id><published>2011-03-22T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:52:46.405+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>The rooms of my life are many,&lt;br /&gt;but the building is a fake,&lt;br /&gt;it fades away if I stay still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what remains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-8724150822668742038?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8724150822668742038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=8724150822668742038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8724150822668742038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/8724150822668742038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1887703719688623120</id><published>2011-03-22T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:49:42.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Vita</title><content type='html'>Le stanze della mia vita sono tante&lt;br /&gt;ma il palazzo è fasullo,&lt;br /&gt;svanisce se sto fermo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora cosa resta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queste parole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1887703719688623120?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1887703719688623120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1887703719688623120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1887703719688623120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1887703719688623120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/vita.html' title='Vita'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-6626821228577533864</id><published>2011-03-19T02:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T08:27:14.507+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual poems'/><title type='text'>Unreal</title><content type='html'>Oh death, you call me&lt;br /&gt;and I stupid I'm still listening you!&lt;br /&gt;you want to free me from this weight?&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha, deluded!&lt;br /&gt;you have no power,&lt;br /&gt;you have not,&lt;br /&gt;you are not.&lt;br /&gt;you, iIlusion of my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-6626821228577533864?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6626821228577533864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=6626821228577533864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6626821228577533864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/6626821228577533864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/unreal.html' title='Unreal'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-5985088619530631326</id><published>2011-03-19T02:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T08:30:04.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie spirituali'/><title type='text'>Irrealtà</title><content type='html'>Ai morte, tu mi richiami&lt;br /&gt;ed io stolto sto ancora ad udirti!&lt;br /&gt;mi vuoi liberare da questo fardello?&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha, illusa!&lt;br /&gt;Tu non hai nessun potere.&lt;br /&gt;tu non hai.&lt;br /&gt;tu non sei.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, illusione della mia mente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-5985088619530631326?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5985088619530631326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=5985088619530631326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5985088619530631326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/5985088619530631326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/irrealta.html' title='Irrealtà'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4711833763272005355</id><published>2011-03-16T17:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:55:17.648+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><title type='text'>Enchantment</title><content type='html'>Under the rain your neck has the taste ot wetness&lt;br /&gt;drop after drop I gather the water&lt;br /&gt;my lips are not yet satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4711833763272005355?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4711833763272005355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4711833763272005355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4711833763272005355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4711833763272005355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/enchantment.html' title='Enchantment'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-3398273138180302590</id><published>2011-03-16T17:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:53:21.329+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><title type='text'>Incanto</title><content type='html'>Sotto la pioggia il tuo collo sa di bagnato,&lt;br /&gt;raccolgo, goccia dopo goccia, l'acqua,&lt;br /&gt;le mie labbra non son ancora sazie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-3398273138180302590?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3398273138180302590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=3398273138180302590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3398273138180302590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/3398273138180302590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/incanto.html' title='Incanto'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-4076244266821320231</id><published>2011-03-11T23:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:21:44.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nucleare</title><content type='html'>Nucleare, in Giappone una centrale potrebbe saltare, auguriamoci di no, il terremoto a confronto sarebbe nulla; auguriamoci anche che dopo questo incidente, in Italia, uno dei pochi paesi ricchi al mondo che non ha impianti nucleari e questo va a nostro merito passato, i pazzi che stanno progettando la costruzione di vari siti siano internati. Non credo, ormai hanno capito che possono fare tutto quello che vogliono, tanto alle persone importa più del grande fratello o di seguire le orme di un serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;Chi è più malato il malfattore o il malfatto?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-4076244266821320231?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4076244266821320231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=4076244266821320231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4076244266821320231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/4076244266821320231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/nucleare.html' title='Nucleare'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17895303.post-1161006922954615251</id><published>2011-03-10T18:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:11:41.841+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesie d&apos;amore'/><title type='text'>Bivii</title><content type='html'>Camminammo insieme su questa strada&lt;br /&gt;la stessa strada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eravamo lieti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu scegliesti di andare di là&lt;br /&gt;non potei seguirti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eravamo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17895303-1161006922954615251?l=pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1161006922954615251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17895303&amp;postID=1161006922954615251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1161006922954615251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17895303/posts/default/1161006922954615251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pioggiaopportuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/bivii.html' title='Bivii'/><author><name>Carlo Lopez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107437186298747279251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjHm_nHs7io/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAXYg/P9WNL38VvBc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
