<?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-29437196</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:06:41.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensieri &amp; Parole</title><subtitle type='html'>Come nasce questo blog?
Da Claudio che invia regolarmente una e-mail ai suoi amici con brani acchiappati qua e la.
Testi che aiutano a riflettere a farsi delle domande o a cercare delle risposte non banali, non conformiste, non retoriche.
Al mio invito di raccoglierle in un blog, Claudio ha risposto più o meno...." se vuoi pensaci tu"
E io ho raccolgo la sfida!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>748</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6463942039999162049</id><published>2012-02-02T18:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:06:41.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coscienza</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;La vigliaccheria chiede: è sicuro? L&amp;#39;opportunità chiede: è  conveniente? La vanagloria chiede: è popolare? Ma la coscienza chiede: è  giusto?&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;font&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6463942039999162049?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6463942039999162049/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6463942039999162049' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6463942039999162049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6463942039999162049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/02/coscienza.html' title='Coscienza'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6954751319118582015</id><published>2012-01-31T21:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:03:57.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vecchiaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Essere vecchi non è una buona ragione &lt;br&gt; per smettere di sentirsi ragazzi.&lt;i&gt; &lt;font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paul Claudel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6954751319118582015?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6954751319118582015/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6954751319118582015' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6954751319118582015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6954751319118582015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/vecchiaia.html' title='Vecchiaia'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8317237201093274345</id><published>2012-01-30T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:43:45.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silenzio e parola</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Due momenti della comunicazione che  devono equilibrasi, succedersi ed integrarsi per ottenere un autentico  dialogo e una profonda vicinanza tra le persone. Quando parola e  silenzio si escludono a vicenda, la comunicazione si deteriora o perché  provoca un certo stordimento, o perché, al contrario, crea un clima di  freddezza; quando invece si integrano reciprocamente, la comunicazione  acquista valore e significato.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;Dal discorso di Benedetto XVI per la Giornata Mondiale delle Comunicazioni sociali&lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8317237201093274345?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8317237201093274345/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8317237201093274345' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8317237201093274345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8317237201093274345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/silenzio-e-parola.html' title='Silenzio e parola'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5481002447898747692</id><published>2012-01-25T19:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:08:04.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santi</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family:georgia,serif" size="4"&gt;Io non ricordo di aver pregato molti santi canonizzati, li sento estranei.&lt;br&gt; Ho pregato molto altri santi, volti che sono ovunque, sono santi  nascosti, santi che non conoscono neanche la propria grandezza, sono  quelli di cui parlano le beatitudini, santi che piangono, santi poveri,  santi emarginati, santi che sono offesi, umiliati, calpestati: i nostri  santi. [...]&lt;br&gt; I santi non sono dove ci sono i grandi; lì in genere sono assenti. Molti  santi sono nelle umili creature segnate dalla fatica, dalla sofferenza,  dal travaglio, dal lavoro, dalla solitudine, che sanno fare grandi  tutte le loro cose, sanno far grandi anche le lacrime, anche la  sofferenza, sanno far grande anche la povertà, sanno far grande tutto.  Tutto è grande per chi cammina in questo orizzonte di divina pienezza. &lt;i&gt;&lt;font&gt;Don Michele Do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5481002447898747692?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5481002447898747692/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5481002447898747692' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5481002447898747692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5481002447898747692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/santi.html' title='Santi'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2517731149224766937</id><published>2012-01-24T19:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:40:47.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Due domande</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black,sans-serif"&gt;Che ce ne facciamo di benpensanti che credono sempre di essere nel giusto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:arial black,sans-serif"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial black,sans-serif"&gt;Che ce ne facciamo di persone che passano il tempo a pesare il peccato degli altri senza riconoscere il proprio?    &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;P.Curtaz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2517731149224766937?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2517731149224766937/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2517731149224766937' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2517731149224766937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2517731149224766937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/due-domande.html' title='Due domande'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1031006659084104746</id><published>2012-01-20T10:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:42:04.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volontariato</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif" size="4"&gt; Non riteniamoci degli eroi per ciò che facciamo, ma semplicemente  persone che accolgono la vita come un dono e che cercano di impegnarlo  per il meglio, per il bene. Se saremo in tanti a compiere questa scelta,  il mondo sì che potrebbe cambiare. &lt;br&gt; D'altro canto, non dobbiamo ritenerci indegni o incapaci perché tutti  possiamo, ad ognuno è data la possibilità di rendere migliore la propria  vita e, insieme ad altri, di trasformare il mondo. &lt;br&gt; "Se questi e quelli, perché non io?" &lt;br&gt; È l'incitamento di Sant'Agostino a non aspettare che inizi qualche  altro. Tocca a te, oggi, cominciare un cerchio di gioia. spesso b-sta  solo una scintilla piccola piccola per far esplodere una carica enorme.  Basta una scintilla di bontà e il mondo comincerà a cambiare.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Tam Tam Volontariato&amp;quot; n. 239 - &lt;a href="mailto:ag.tamtamvolontariato@fastwebnet.it"&gt;ag.tamtamvolontariato@fastwebnet.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1031006659084104746?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1031006659084104746/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1031006659084104746' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1031006659084104746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1031006659084104746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/volontariato.html' title='Volontariato'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6999636443334322425</id><published>2012-01-19T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:40:37.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Donne africane</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Dalle donne  africane ho imparato ad essere madre. Per loro il valore più grande è  la maternità, intesa non solo come capacità di dare la vita, ma anche di  creare solidarietà, accoglienza, ospitalità. Hanno un orizzonte ampio,  che non esclude nessuno. Un detto africano afferma che sono il palo  centrale della capanna: tolto quello, crolla tutto. Pur prive di  istruzione mi hanno insegnato a generare continuamente vita.  &lt;font&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suor Eugenia Bonetti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6999636443334322425?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6999636443334322425/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6999636443334322425' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6999636443334322425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6999636443334322425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/donne-africane.html' title='Donne africane'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6616453277552202525</id><published>2012-01-18T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:31:02.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticare in ginocchio</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif"&gt;Ce l&amp;#39;ho con  te, Chiesa che ho l&amp;#39;onore di servire, che fai tanta fatica a consegnarti  al vento dello Spirito, e talvolta dai l&amp;#39;impressione di non esserti del  tutto liberata dalla cautela di ricorrere ai fermenti mondani del  potere e della gloria.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif"&gt;Don Tonino Bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:georgia,serif"&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6616453277552202525?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6616453277552202525/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6616453277552202525' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6616453277552202525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6616453277552202525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/criticare-in-ginocchio.html' title='Criticare in ginocchio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2670560833464346239</id><published>2012-01-17T13:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:37:27.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-family:courier new,monospace" size="4"&gt;Infelice quel tempo che divora il presente, rimpiange il passato e annienta il futuro. Non è un tempo per giovani. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,monospace"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-family:courier new,monospace" size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enrico Camanni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2670560833464346239?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2670560833464346239/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2670560833464346239' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2670560833464346239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2670560833464346239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3295126225724662711</id><published>2012-01-16T08:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:08:06.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dio</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Io sono il lato oscuro della luna;&lt;br&gt; sapete della mia esistenza,&lt;br&gt; ma ciò che stabilite per la chiarità&lt;br&gt; per me non vale.&lt;br&gt; Sono il resto dell&amp;#39;equazione che non torna;&lt;br&gt; potete attribuirmi un segno,&lt;br&gt; ma non potete risolvermi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif"&gt;Martin Buber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3295126225724662711?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3295126225724662711/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3295126225724662711' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3295126225724662711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3295126225724662711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/dio.html' title='Dio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5507281146196859351</id><published>2012-01-13T07:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:55:01.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiducia in Dio</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,monospace"&gt;La  fiducia in Dio non si comunica a forza di argomentazioni che, volendo  convincere a tutti i costi, suscitino un&amp;#39;inquietudine, vedi anche una  paura. È dapprima nel cuore, nelle profondità di se stesso, che è  accolta una chiamata del Vangelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:courier new,monospace"&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Frere Roger di Taizé&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5507281146196859351?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5507281146196859351/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5507281146196859351' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5507281146196859351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5507281146196859351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/fiducia-in-dio.html' title='Fiducia in Dio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4847050481237926688</id><published>2012-01-11T14:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:00:18.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non ti arrendere mai</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Clarity Gothic SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Non ti arrendere mai. Neanche quando la fatica si fa sentire. Neanche quando il tuo piede inciampa. Neanche quando i tuoi occhi bruciano, i tuoi sforzi sono ignorati, la delusione ti avvilisce, l&amp;#39;errore ti scoraggia, il tradimento ti ferisce, il successo ti abbandona, l&amp;#39;ingratitudine ti sgomenta, l&amp;#39;incomprensione ti circonda, la noia ti atterra. Neanche quando il peso del peccato ti schiaccia... Stringi i pugni, sorridi e ricomincia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Clarity Gothic SF&amp;quot;"&gt;S. Leone Magno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Clarity Gothic SF&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4847050481237926688?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4847050481237926688/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4847050481237926688' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4847050481237926688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4847050481237926688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-ti-arrendere-mai.html' title='Non ti arrendere mai'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2471130216293936268</id><published>2012-01-10T10:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:48:37.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autoironia</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif"&gt;La prima volta che ridete di una battuta a vostre spese potete dire di essere diventati adulti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:times new roman,serif"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif"&gt;Ethel Barrymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2471130216293936268?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2471130216293936268/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2471130216293936268' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2471130216293936268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2471130216293936268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/autoironia.html' title='Autoironia'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-669395893762322167</id><published>2012-01-08T10:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:11:45.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un'anima gioiosa</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Datemi o Signore [...] un&amp;#39;anima che non conosca la noia, i brontolamenti, i sospiri e i lamenti, e non permettete che io mi crucci eccessivamente per quella cosa troppo invadente che si chiama io. Datemi, o Signore, il senso del ridicolo. Concedetemi la grazia di comprendere uno scherzo, affinché conosca nella vita un po&amp;#39; di gioia e possa farne parte anche ad altri.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Tommaso Moro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-669395893762322167?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/669395893762322167/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=669395893762322167' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/669395893762322167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/669395893762322167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/unanima-gioiosa.html' title='Un&apos;anima gioiosa'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4852479626586907925</id><published>2012-01-05T12:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:27:46.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anno nuovo</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Dissi all&amp;#39;uomo &lt;br&gt; che stava &lt;br&gt; all&amp;#39;inizio dell&amp;#39;anno: &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;quot;Dammi una lampada &lt;br&gt; affinché possa inoltrarmi &lt;br&gt; sicuro nell&amp;#39;ignoto&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Egli mi rispose: &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Esci nella notte &lt;br&gt; e metti la tua mano &lt;br&gt; nella mano di Dio … &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;… ti sarà &lt;br&gt; più utile della luce &lt;br&gt; e più sicuro &lt;br&gt; di una strada conosciuta&amp;quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Poor Richard&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Minnie Louise Haskins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4852479626586907925?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4852479626586907925/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4852479626586907925' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4852479626586907925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4852479626586907925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/anno-nuovo.html' title='Anno nuovo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3084672080701320082</id><published>2012-01-02T09:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:03:06.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buon anno</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Ti ringraziamo, Signore, &lt;br&gt; perché ci conservi nel tuo amore. &lt;br&gt; Perché continui ad avere fiducia in noi. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Grazie, perché non solo ci sopporti, &lt;br&gt; ma ci dai ad intendere che non sai fare a meno di noi. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Grazie, Signore, perché non finisci di scommettere su di noi. &lt;br&gt; Perché non ci avvilisci per le nostre inettitudini. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Anzi, ci metti nell&amp;#39;anima un cosi vivo desiderio di ricupero, &lt;br&gt; che già vediamo il nuovo anno &lt;br&gt; come spazio della speranza e tempo propizio &lt;br&gt; per sanare i nostri dissesti. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Spogliaci, Signore, di ogni ombra di arroganza. &lt;br&gt; Rivestici dei panni della misericordia e della dolcezza. &lt;br&gt; Donaci un futuro gravido di grazia e di luce &lt;br&gt; e di incontenibile amore per la vita. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Aiutaci a spendere per te &lt;br&gt; tutto quello che abbiamo e che siamo. &lt;br&gt; E la Vergine tua Madre ci intenerisca il cuore. &lt;br&gt; Fino alle lacrime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge SF&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge SF&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Don Tonino Bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3084672080701320082?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3084672080701320082/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3084672080701320082' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3084672080701320082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3084672080701320082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2012/01/buon-anno.html' title='Buon anno'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8620910054448722499</id><published>2011-12-24T08:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:42:30.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buon Natale</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;Buon Natale, amico mio: non avere paura. &lt;br&gt; La speranza è stata seminata in te. Un giorno fiorirà. Anzi, uno stelo è già fiorito. E se ti guardi attorno, puoi vedere che anche nel cuore del tuo fratello, gelido come il tuo, è spuntato un ramoscello turgido di attese. &lt;br&gt; E in tutto il mondo, sopra la coltre di ghiaccio, si sono rizzati arboscelli carichi di gemme. E una foresta di speranze che sfida i venti densi di tempeste, e, pur incurvandosi ancora, resiste sotto le bufere portatrici di morte. &lt;br&gt; Non avere paura, amico mio. &lt;br&gt; Il Natale ti porta un lieto annunzio: Dio è sceso su questo mondo disperato. E sai che nome ha preso? Emmanuele, che vuol dire: Dio con noi. &lt;br&gt; Coraggio, verrà un giorno in cui le tue nevi si scioglieranno, le tue bufere si placheranno, e una primavera senza tramonto regnerà nel tuo giardino, dove Dio, nel pomeriggio, verrà a passeggiare con te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;Don Tonino Bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8620910054448722499?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8620910054448722499/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8620910054448722499' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8620910054448722499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8620910054448722499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/buon-natale.html' title='Buon Natale'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1321734663173841598</id><published>2011-12-23T11:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:52:12.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Il Natale è il giorno che tiene unito il tempo intero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1321734663173841598?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1321734663173841598/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1321734663173841598' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1321734663173841598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1321734663173841598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/natale_23.html' title='Natale'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3362593811232193250</id><published>2011-12-22T13:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:03:08.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:Chiller"&gt;Il Natale, bambini, non è una data. È uno stato d&amp;#39;animo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt;font-family:Chiller"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3362593811232193250?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3362593811232193250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3362593811232193250' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3362593811232193250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3362593811232193250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/natale_22.html' title='Natale'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8010347650602506819</id><published>2011-12-21T18:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:29:12.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Onorerò il Natale nel mio cuore e cercherò di tenerlo con me tutto l&amp;#39;anno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8010347650602506819?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8010347650602506819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8010347650602506819' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8010347650602506819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8010347650602506819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/natale_21.html' title='Natale'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4485989930530308241</id><published>2011-12-17T14:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:06:47.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Economia</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;L&amp;#39;economia dipende dagli economisti quanto il tempo dipende dai meteorologi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;Kaufmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4485989930530308241?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4485989930530308241/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4485989930530308241' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4485989930530308241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4485989930530308241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/economia.html' title='Economia'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-725405079516663846</id><published>2011-12-17T14:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:05:05.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Non vi è nulla di più triste che svegliarsi la mattina di Natale e scoprire di non essere bambino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style&gt;&lt;i style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Erma Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-725405079516663846?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/725405079516663846/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=725405079516663846' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/725405079516663846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/725405079516663846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/natale.html' title='Natale'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6296448890888967244</id><published>2011-12-15T11:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:33:19.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Accoglienza</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;L' uomo vive non dove abita, ma dove si sente accolto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Geroges Bernanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6296448890888967244?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6296448890888967244/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6296448890888967244' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6296448890888967244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6296448890888967244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/accoglienza.html' title='Accoglienza'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7642966944490068873</id><published>2011-12-13T20:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:00:08.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregare</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Pagoda SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Pregare è pensare al senso della vita.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Pagoda SF&amp;quot;"&gt;L. Wittgenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Pagoda SF&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7642966944490068873?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7642966944490068873/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7642966944490068873' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7642966944490068873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7642966944490068873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/pregare.html' title='Pregare'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4881515085216894520</id><published>2011-12-06T08:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:52:51.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interrogarsi</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;non conduce una vita umana chi non si interroga su di sé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;platone &amp;quot;Apologia di socrate&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4881515085216894520?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4881515085216894520/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4881515085216894520' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4881515085216894520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4881515085216894520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/interrogarsi.html' title='Interrogarsi'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8062899607824488569</id><published>2011-12-05T08:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:32:14.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Possedere Dio</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Estelle Black SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Se pensi di averlo compreso, non è Dio.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Estelle Black SF&amp;quot;"&gt;S.Agostino, Discorsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8062899607824488569?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8062899607824488569/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8062899607824488569' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8062899607824488569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8062899607824488569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/possedere-dio.html' title='Possedere Dio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8969064984614469353</id><published>2011-12-02T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:37:12.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il quotidiano</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ognuno brucia la propria vita nella ricerca del futuro, nella noia del presente. Ma colui che riesce ad usare per sé ogni ora del suo tempo, che gestisce ogni giorno come fosse una vita intera, nè desidera il futuro né lo teme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lithograph&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Seneca, nella traduzione di Valerio Diotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8969064984614469353?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8969064984614469353/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8969064984614469353' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8969064984614469353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8969064984614469353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-quotidiano.html' title='Il quotidiano'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7962492354728630822</id><published>2011-11-28T10:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:05:56.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gli altri</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Seabird SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Spesso ci aspettiamo dagli altri più di quanto noi stessi siamo disposti a dare… dobbiamo imparare a valutare gli uomini più per quello che soffrono che per quello che fanno o non fanno.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Seabird SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7962492354728630822?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7962492354728630822/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7962492354728630822' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7962492354728630822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7962492354728630822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/gli-altri.html' title='Gli altri'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2896998292531295692</id><published>2011-11-24T18:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:25:42.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunità</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Una comunità (un gruppo) funziona bene quando sfrutta tutte le risorse dei propri membri e quindi fa sì che ognuno sia sollecitato a dare il meglio di sé. Ognuno ha bisogno che gli altri abbiano bisogno di lui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt"&gt;Erikson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2896998292531295692?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2896998292531295692/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2896998292531295692' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2896998292531295692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2896998292531295692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/comunita.html' title='Comunità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8608289908451607875</id><published>2011-11-22T17:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:16:06.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessario, superfluo</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Harrington;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Ci sono molte persone che considerano necessario soltanto il superfluo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Harrington;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Montesquieu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8608289908451607875?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8608289908451607875/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8608289908451607875' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8608289908451607875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8608289908451607875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/necessario-superfluo.html' title='Necessario, superfluo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5086295146989071793</id><published>2011-11-21T11:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:07:29.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipocrisia</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Ringbearer&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Non c'è nome dietro il quale si nasconde tanta ipocrisia come il nome di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Henri De Lubac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5086295146989071793?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5086295146989071793/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5086295146989071793' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5086295146989071793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5086295146989071793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/ipocrisia.html' title='Ipocrisia'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-138313373347079267</id><published>2011-11-18T19:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:34:29.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buone maniere</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Siate gentili con le persone che incontrate salendo, perché tornerete ad incontrarle scendendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Wilson Mizner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Casablanca Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-138313373347079267?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/138313373347079267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=138313373347079267' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/138313373347079267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/138313373347079267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/buone-maniere.html' title='Buone maniere'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6964987381175281563</id><published>2011-11-16T13:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:39:39.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dio mandaci dei matti</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;O Dio, mandaci dei matti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di quelli che siano capaci di esporsi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di quelli che siano capaci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di scordarsi di loro stessi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di quelli che sappiano amare  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;con opere  e non con parole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di quelli che siano totalmente a disposizione del prossimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;A noi mancano matti, o Signore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;mancano temerari, appassionati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;persone capaci di saltare nel vuoto insicuro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;sconosciuto e ogni giorno più profondo della povertà;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di quelli che sono capaci di guidare la gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;senza il desiderio di utilizzarla come sgabello per salire loro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di quelli che non utilizzano il prossimo per i loro fini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;Ci mancano questi matti, o mio Dio !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;Matti nel presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;innamorati di una vita semplice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;liberatori del povero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;amanti della pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;liberi da compromessi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;decisi a non tradire mai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;disprezzando le proprie comodità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;o la propria vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;totalmente decisi per l&amp;#39;abnegazione,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;capaci di accettare tutti i tipi di incarichi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;di andare in qualsiasi luogo per ubbidienza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;e nel medesimo tempo liberi, obbedienti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;spontanei e tenaci, allegri, dolci e forti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;DACCI  QUESTO  TIPO  DI  MATTI, O MIO SIGNORE. !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#351C75"&gt;Louis Joseph Lebret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6964987381175281563?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6964987381175281563/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6964987381175281563' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6964987381175281563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6964987381175281563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-dio-mandaci-dei-matti.html' title='O Dio mandaci dei matti'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2380855864740807805</id><published>2011-11-15T08:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:54:32.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amare</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Amare Cristo senza amare i fratelli sarebbe come baciarlo in fronte pestandogli i piedi.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;S. Agostino: comm. a Gv 10,8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2380855864740807805?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2380855864740807805/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2380855864740807805' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2380855864740807805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2380855864740807805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/amare.html' title='Amare'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5145658426368522649</id><published>2011-11-14T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:14:00.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dio Padre</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Io temo di quelli che credono solo in Dio! Mentre godo di tutti coloro che credono in Dio Padre!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P. David M. Turoldo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5145658426368522649?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5145658426368522649/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5145658426368522649' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5145658426368522649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5145658426368522649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/dio-padre.html' title='Dio Padre'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8746392867134831728</id><published>2011-11-07T21:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:35:19.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progresso</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Il vero progresso tende alla promozione di tutti gli uomini e di tutto l'uomo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Se non è di tutto l'uomo e di tutti gli uomini, lo sviluppo non è sviluppo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Paolo VI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8746392867134831728?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8746392867134831728/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8746392867134831728' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8746392867134831728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8746392867134831728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/progresso.html' title='Progresso'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1637959869419787431</id><published>2011-11-05T13:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:21:21.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Risposte</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt;Io ho un sacco di risposte, ma nessuno mi fa le domande. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt;Pier Paolo Pasolini (Theorema)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4875461392548801037?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4875461392548801037/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4875461392548801037' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4875461392548801037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4875461392548801037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/domande.html' title='Domande'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-236473338254235716</id><published>2011-11-04T10:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:11:28.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In memoria di Irena Sendler</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="word-spacing:0px"&gt;Poco tempo fa è venuta a mancare una signora di 98 anni di nome Irena.&lt;br&gt; Durante la seconda guerra mondiale, Irena, ha ottenuto il permesso di lavorare nel ghetto di Varsavia, come idraulica specialista.&lt;br&gt; Aveva un &amp;quot;ulteriore motivo&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt; Era al corrente dei piani che i nazisti avevano per gli ebrei (essendo tedesca).&lt;br&gt; Irena portò in salvo migliaia di neonati nascondendoli nel fondo della sua cassetta degli attrezzi che portava nel retro del suo camion. &lt;br&gt; I bambini più grandi li nascondeva in un sacco di iuta ...&lt;br&gt; Teneva anche un cane nel retro del camion, che aveva addestrato ad abbaiare quando i soldati nazisti &lt;br&gt; entravano e uscivano dal ghetto.&lt;br&gt; I soldati, naturalmente, temevano il cane e il suo latrato copriva il pianto dei bambini.&lt;br&gt; Durante tutto questo tempo, è riuscita a salvare 2500 tra bambini e neonati.&lt;br&gt; Fu catturata, e i nazisti le ruppero entrambe le gambe e le braccia picchiandola selvaggiamente.&lt;br&gt; Irena tenne un registro dei nomi di tutti i ragazzi che clandestinamente aveva portato fuori dai confini &lt;br&gt; e lo teneva in un barattolo di vetro, sepolto sotto un albero nel suo cortile.&lt;br&gt; Dopo la guerra, cercò di rintracciare tutti i genitori che potessero essere sopravvissuti per riunire le famiglie.&lt;br&gt; La maggior parte di loro erano stati gasati. Irena ha continuato a prendersi cura di questi ragazzi, mettendoli in case famiglia &lt;br&gt; o trovando loro famiglie affidatarie o adottive.&lt;br&gt; L&amp;#39;anno scorso Irena è stata proposta per il Premio Nobel della Pace.&lt;br&gt; Non è stata nominata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-236473338254235716?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/236473338254235716/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=236473338254235716' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/236473338254235716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/236473338254235716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-memoria-di-irena-sendler.html' title='In memoria di Irena Sendler'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8709312116598616668</id><published>2011-11-03T17:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:50:56.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eredità</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Ciò che hai ereditato dai tuoi padri devi conquistarlo di nuovo per possederlo veramente.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8709312116598616668?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8709312116598616668/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8709312116598616668' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8709312116598616668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8709312116598616668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/eredita.html' title='Eredità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2419511900888194759</id><published>2011-11-02T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:14:13.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deboli</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Ogni comunità cristiana deve sapere che non solo i deboli hanno bisogno dei forti, ma anche i forti non possono fare a meno dei deboli. L&amp;#39;esclusione dei deboli è la morte della comunità!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2419511900888194759?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2419511900888194759/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2419511900888194759' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2419511900888194759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2419511900888194759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/deboli.html' title='Deboli'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8935668516611725867</id><published>2011-11-01T08:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:40:56.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muri</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Seabird SF&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Non c&amp;#39;è muro abbastanza alto da fermare la disperazione... Solo facendo cadere i nostri muri, lentamente, con assoluta gradualità, coniugando sempre, costantemente accoglienza e legalità fermeremo le nostre paure... Con i muri crescerà solo la solitudine, il male oscuro del secolo, e nelle case e nei cuori purtroppo farà sempre più freddo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Seabird SF&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;G.M.Ricciardi - Nuovo Progetto Sermig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8935668516611725867?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8935668516611725867/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8935668516611725867' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8935668516611725867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8935668516611725867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/11/muri.html' title='Muri'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3238455691698933969</id><published>2011-10-28T07:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:54:34.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La miseria</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Ciò che prova una persona in balia della povertà è il sentimento dell&amp;#39; &amp;quot;essere di troppo&amp;quot;. Ecco il primo segno della povertà, il più profondo, il più intimo e il più distruttivo... La miseria giudica il mondo... La miseria è un attentato alla pace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Abbé Pierre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3238455691698933969?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3238455691698933969/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3238455691698933969' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3238455691698933969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3238455691698933969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-miseria.html' title='La miseria'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1107122886264630347</id><published>2011-10-21T19:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:47:57.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sto per sposarmi, ci vogliamo bene ma ho paura!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-fareast-language:IT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Paura di che? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-fareast-language:IT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Perché sposarti ti fa paura? Bene, le ragioni possono essere diverse, ma facciamo un'ipotesi molto probabile: che sia la paura del &lt;i&gt;per sempre. &lt;/i&gt;Angelo Scola, cardinale di Milano, in un suo articoletto, interessante fin dal titolo, &lt;i&gt;Per sempre o finché dura? (Messaggero di S.Antonio, &lt;/i&gt;4/3/2011), dice così: «Non c'è nessuno al mondo che non desideri essere definitivamente amato per poter, a sua volta, amare definitivamente. La misura con cui il Creatore ha &amp;quot;tarato&amp;quot; il cuore dell'uomo è infatti l'infinito». Vuol dire che l'attesa del &lt;i&gt;per sempre è &lt;/i&gt;dentro, è originaria, e invece il &lt;i&gt;finché dura &lt;/i&gt;è una riduzione dell'umano. Cioè, non è vero che la persona sia fatta per volare basso e che per questo abbia paura davanti al "di più". No, la persona è fatta per il &lt;i&gt;per sempre, &lt;/i&gt;e per questo non è felice davanti al "di meno". &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Accord SF&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:IT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Gabriella Tripani - &amp;quot;Se vuoi&amp;quot; n°5/2011 pag.9&lt;br style="mso-special-character:line-break"&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character:line-break"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1107122886264630347?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1107122886264630347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1107122886264630347' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1107122886264630347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1107122886264630347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/sto-per-sposarmi-ci-vogliamo-bene-ma-ho.html' title='Sto per sposarmi, ci vogliamo bene ma ho paura!!!'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5191317534568867309</id><published>2011-10-18T22:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:57:18.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Legge</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Puah!... Sei davvero un illuso se credi che quelle leggi che noi abbiamo sempre violato ci possano improvvisamente servire da scudo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Tex Willer&amp;quot; n° 35, pag.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Blue Ridge Heavy SF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5191317534568867309?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5191317534568867309/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5191317534568867309' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5191317534568867309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5191317534568867309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-legge.html' title='La Legge'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4909042174355079507</id><published>2011-10-10T19:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:16:38.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sorriso</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;La grandezza delle piccole cose come le domande di un bambino, l'efficacia dei gesti più semplici come la carezza del nonno sulle guance del nipote, la misteriosa sproporzione della goccia che cade nell'oceano che vive di innumerevoli gocce, l'intensità di un breve attimo che assapora l'eterno come lo sguardo della donna che ha preso il tuo cuore. Anche la pace è il coraggio di un semplice inizio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Da &amp;quot;SEGNIDIPACE&amp;quot; riflessioni frutto del confronto con gli studenti degli Istituti Superiori di Bergamo e provincia su alcuni temi riguardanti la pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4909042174355079507?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4909042174355079507/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4909042174355079507' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4909042174355079507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4909042174355079507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/un-sorriso.html' title='Un sorriso'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3082943390932038099</id><published>2011-10-06T12:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:54:57.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre insieme</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt;Facciamoci santi, cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;ì&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt; dopo essere stati insieme sulla terra, staremo sempre insieme in paradiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pensieri di padre Pio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3082943390932038099?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3082943390932038099/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3082943390932038099' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3082943390932038099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3082943390932038099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/sempre-insieme.html' title='Sempre insieme'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5072868983867119414</id><published>2011-10-05T12:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:19:55.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Costruzione - creazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Tutta la differenza tra costruzione e creazione è esattamente questa: una cosa costruita si può amare solo dopo che è stata costruita, ma una cosa creata si ama prima di farla esistere.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Gilbert K. Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt; (1874-1936) nella prefazione al romanzo &lt;span&gt;Il circolo Pickwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5072868983867119414?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5072868983867119414/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5072868983867119414' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5072868983867119414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5072868983867119414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/costruzione-creazione.html' title='Costruzione - creazione'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8469263150677976206</id><published>2011-10-04T09:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:20:55.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprire gli occhi</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Illusioni: di questo ancora viviamo e di questo ancora riempiamo notizie e informazioni. E tutto perché non guardiamo con attenzione o perché il nostro vedere è distorto dall'interesse oppure perché semplicemente non vogliamo guardare, così chiusi nella nostra cieca indifferenza. Non ci rimane che &lt;i&gt;aprire gli occhi &lt;/i&gt;e smascherare l'inganno che si nasconde dietro ciò che ci appare ovvio e normale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Da &amp;quot;SEGNIDIPACE&amp;quot; riflessioni frutto del confronto con gli studenti degli Istituti Superiori di Bergamo e provincia su alcuni temi riguardanti la pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8469263150677976206?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8469263150677976206/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8469263150677976206' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8469263150677976206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8469263150677976206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/10/aprire-gli-occhi.html' title='Aprire gli occhi'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1552181907099282712</id><published>2011-09-30T10:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:06:04.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guai a quelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che, in piatti raffinati, assaporano la dolcezza dello zucchero, ma non sanno percepire l'amarezza dell'haitiano che ne ha tagliato la canna; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che ammirano la bellezza dei grandi edifici, ma non odono il grido degli uomini mal pagati che fuoriesce dalle pietre; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che percorrono su automobili di lusso, i nuovi viali della città, ma non fanno caso alle famiglie sfrattate come rifiuti; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che sfoggiano vestiti eleganti, ma non si preoccupano delle mani che hanno raccolto il cotone...&lt;br&gt; ...perché hanno sulla vita lo sguardo superficiale del turista e non penetrano oltre la facciata con lo sguardo del profeta! &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Benjamin Gonzales Buelta sacerdote gesuita &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1552181907099282712?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1552181907099282712/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1552181907099282712' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1552181907099282712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1552181907099282712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/guai-quelli_30.html' title='Guai a quelli'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2387104904563523714</id><published>2011-09-29T15:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:20:24.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guai a quelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che vedono nel povero solo una mano che mendica, e non la dignità che cerca giustizia; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che vedono nei numerosi bambini di strada una piaga, e non una speranza per tutti che va custodita; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che sentono nel grido dei poveri, confusione e pericolo, e non odono la protesta di Dio contro i potenti; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;che ammirano solo ciò che è bello, sano e forte, e non accolgono la grandezza dei piccoli... &lt;br&gt; ...perché non potranno godere la salvezza che viene da Gesù incarnato nell'umiltà! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Benjamin Gonzales Buelta sacerdote gesuita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2387104904563523714?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2387104904563523714/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2387104904563523714' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2387104904563523714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2387104904563523714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/guai-quelli.html' title='Guai a quelli'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6153609678484544246</id><published>2011-09-28T14:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:15:36.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paura d'amare</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Imprint MT Shadow&amp;quot;"&gt;Temere l&amp;#39;amore è temere la vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Imprint MT Shadow&amp;quot;"&gt;E chi teme la vita è già morto per tre quarti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Imprint MT Shadow&amp;quot;"&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6153609678484544246?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6153609678484544246/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6153609678484544246' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6153609678484544246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6153609678484544246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/paura-damare.html' title='Paura d&apos;amare'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6188111212257438830</id><published>2011-09-27T10:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:45:54.351+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando ami</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Quando ami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;non dire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;quot;Ho Dio nel cuore&amp;quot;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;quot;Sono nel cuore di Dio&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;E non pensare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;di poter dirigere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;i passi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;dell&amp;#39;amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;perché l&amp;#39;amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;se ti ritiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;degno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;dirigerà i tuoi passi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Goudy Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;il profeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6188111212257438830?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6188111212257438830/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6188111212257438830' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6188111212257438830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6188111212257438830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-ami.html' title='Quando ami'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2757168214581616235</id><published>2011-09-26T09:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:32:32.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutti vi dicono</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Tutti vi dicono: «Tenetevi cari i vostri amici, perché altrimenti potrete rimanere soli!» Ma io vi dico: «Fatevi sempre nuovi amici, così tanti non saranno più soli!» &lt;br&gt; Tutti vi dicono: «State attenti ai compagni cattivi, perché vi possono creare fastidi!» Ma io vi dico: «Createvi dei fastidi per i compagni cattivi. Il bene deve essere diffuso». &lt;br&gt; Tutti vi dicono: «Mettetevi insieme a quelli bravi, a quelli intelligenti, a quelli educati». Ma io vi dico: «State vicino a quelli più in difficoltà, ai più timidi, ai più poveri, a quelli presi in giro da tutti». &lt;br&gt; Tutti vi dicono: «Non andate con chi non conoscete». Ma io vi dico: «Fate che nessuno sia per voi uno sconosciuto». Solo così ci sarà più gioia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Tonino Lasconi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2757168214581616235?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2757168214581616235/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2757168214581616235' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2757168214581616235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2757168214581616235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/tutti-vi-dicono.html' title='Tutti vi dicono'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5939490045013792788</id><published>2011-09-23T07:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T07:22:09.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiducia e serenità</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Credo che dobbiamo amare Dio e avere fiducia in lui nella nostra vita e nel bene che ci dà, in una maniera tale che quando arriva il momento, ma veramente solo allora, andiamo a lui ugualmente con amore, fiducia e gioia. Ma, per dirla chiaramente, che un uomo nelle braccia di sua moglie può avere nostalgia dell'aldilà, è, a dir poco, una mancanza di gusto e comunque non è la volontà di Dio. Dobbiamo amare e trovare Dio precisamente in ciò che egli ci dà; se a Dio piace farci provare una travolgente felicità terrena non bisogna essere più pii di lui e guastare questa felicità con idee tracotanti e pretese provocatorie e con una fantasia religiosa incontrollata incapace di accontentarsi di ciò che Dio dà. Dio non farà mancare, a chi lo trova e lo ringrazia nella propria felicità terrena, i momenti in cui gli sarà ricordato che tutte le cose terrene sono qualcosa di provvisorio, e che è bene abituare il proprio cuore all'eternità, né infine mancheranno i momenti in cui potremo dire con sincerità: "Vorrei essere nella mia casa...". Ma tutto questo ha il suo tempo, e ciò che conta è tenere il passo con Dio, e non volerlo sempre precedere né d'altra parte stare indietro di qualche passo. &lt;span&gt;È &lt;/span&gt;un atteggiamento tracotante voler avere tutto in una volta, la felicità terrena e la croce e la Gerusalemme celeste, nella quale non c'è né uomo né donna.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5939490045013792788?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5939490045013792788/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5939490045013792788' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5939490045013792788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5939490045013792788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/fiducia-e-serenita.html' title='Fiducia e serenità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4402576943649128084</id><published>2011-09-21T08:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:26:12.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprire gli occhi</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Ognuno dovr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt; rendere conto a Dio di tutte le cose buone viste nella vita e non godute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Dal Talmud palestinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4402576943649128084?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4402576943649128084/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4402576943649128084' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4402576943649128084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4402576943649128084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/aprire-gli-occhi.html' title='Aprire gli occhi'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5296454898592126090</id><published>2011-09-20T09:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:28:43.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Menzogna e Verità</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Menzogna e Verità sono i primi abitanti della terra. Verità è il fratello maggiore, ma siccome Menzogna è il più dotato, è lui che regge il mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Proverbio del Ruanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5296454898592126090?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5296454898592126090/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5296454898592126090' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5296454898592126090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5296454898592126090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/menzogna-e-verita.html' title='Menzogna e Verità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2626778253043732012</id><published>2011-09-15T19:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:23:16.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Consigli di bellezza</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt"&gt;Per avere labbra attraenti, pronuncia parole gentili.&lt;br&gt; Per avere uno sguardo amorevole, cerca il lato buono delle persone.&lt;br&gt; Per avere un aspetto magro, condividi il tuo cibo con l&amp;#39;affamato.&lt;br&gt; Per avere capelli bellissimi, lascia che un bimbo li attraversi con le proprie dita una volta al giorno.&lt;br&gt; Ricorda, se mai avrai bisogno di una mano, le troverai alla fine di entrambe le tue braccia. Quando diventerai anziana, scoprirai di avere due mani, una per aiutare te stessa, la seconda per aiutare gli altri.&lt;br&gt; La bellezza di una donna aumenta con il passare degli anni.&lt;br&gt; La bellezza di una donna non risiede nell&amp;#39;estetica, ma la vera bellezza in una donna è riflessa nella propria anima. È la preoccupazione di donare con amore, la passione che essa mostra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2626778253043732012?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2626778253043732012/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2626778253043732012' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2626778253043732012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2626778253043732012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/consigli-di-bellezza.html' title='Consigli di bellezza'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-633934454599043729</id><published>2011-09-13T08:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:11:37.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi è il mio nemico?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Se guardo negli occhi di questo uomo, se ne ascolto i pensieri, se non stravolgo le sue parole, se non nascondo il suo dolore e se guardo le sue lacrime, chi è il mio nemico? Se rileggo la sua storia, se comprendo la sua rabbia, chi è il mio nemico? Se riconosco i legittimi desideri di questo uomo, di qualunque uomo e donna che ho davanti, chi è il mio nemico? Se per un attimo mi fermo, se solo per un attimo mi rendo uomo e non bestia, se per un attimo mi vedo uomo, dov'è il mio nemico? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Da &amp;quot;SEGNIDIPACE&amp;quot; riflessioni frutto del confronto con gli studenti degli Istituti Superiori di Bergamo e provincia su alcuni temi riguardanti la pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-633934454599043729?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/633934454599043729/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=633934454599043729' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/633934454599043729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/633934454599043729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/chi-e-il-mio-nemico.html' title='Chi è il mio nemico?'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1804886527570637970</id><published>2011-09-11T12:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:27:56.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questione di dignità</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;Siamo così convinti che la nostra vita dipende dalla morte del nostro nemico? Siamo così convinti che dobbiamo uccidere per vivere? «Però dobbiamo difenderci dall'ingiusta aggressione e dall'odio: la morte dell'altro è per la nostra vita» si risponde. Ma la morte dell'altro, anche se nostro nemico, non è forse un po' la nostra morte e una ferita mortale per la dignità del nostro vivere? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Da &amp;quot;SEGNIDIPACE&amp;quot; riflessioni frutto del confronto con gli studenti degli Istituti Superiori di Bergamo e provincia su alcuni temi riguardanti la pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1804886527570637970?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1804886527570637970/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1804886527570637970' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1804886527570637970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1804886527570637970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/questione-di-dignita.html' title='Questione di dignità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6457861716747281589</id><published>2011-09-08T10:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:43:06.238+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Divieto assoluto</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;È vietato fare la guerra. Dire «no» alla guerra è la più sconfinata e radicale delle rivoluzioni. Non stiamo pensando al divieto dell'uso, del commercio e della produzione delle armi. Stiamo pensando all'obbligo di &lt;i&gt;cercare altre strade, &lt;/i&gt;percorsi e soluzioni; all'obbligo di ripensare la logica che regge il mondo e i rapporti tra i popoli e le nazioni. Significa ripensare di nuovo il mondo e ribaltarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;Da &amp;quot;SEGNIDIPACE&amp;quot; riflessioni frutto del confronto con gli studenti degli Istituti Superiori di Bergamo e provincia su alcuni temi riguardanti la pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6457861716747281589?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6457861716747281589/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6457861716747281589' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6457861716747281589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6457861716747281589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/divieto-assoluto.html' title='Divieto assoluto'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6866607730614543880</id><published>2011-09-07T12:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:21:43.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il linguaggio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Le trappole del linguaggio sono meno innocenti di quanto sembri, e chi ha l'astuzia di appropriarsi del valore simbolico delle parole ha in mano un potere enorme. Smascherare queste appropriazioni indebite mi sembra un compito culturale di prim'ordine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Achille Rossi, &amp;quot;Il mito del mercato&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6866607730614543880?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6866607730614543880/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6866607730614543880' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6866607730614543880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6866607730614543880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-linguaggio.html' title='Il linguaggio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2584492451813298814</id><published>2011-09-06T16:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:38:57.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigilare</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Dobbiamo sempre vigilare per essere pronti a chiamare con il loro nome ciò che riteniamo buono e ciò che non lo è. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Annelise Grobély, &amp;quot;Il tempo delle parole sottovoce&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2584492451813298814?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2584492451813298814/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2584492451813298814' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2584492451813298814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2584492451813298814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/vigilare.html' title='Vigilare'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7796965982928805524</id><published>2011-09-05T08:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:05:39.862+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schiavi</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Sono schiavi quelli che temono di parlare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;per il caduto e per il debole;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;sono schiavi quelli che non scelgono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;odio, scherno ed oltraggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;piuttosto che indietreggiare in silenzio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;dalle verità che necessariamente devono accettare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;sono schiavi quelli che non osano essere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;dalla parte giusta solo con due o tre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;James Russell Lowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7796965982928805524?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7796965982928805524/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7796965982928805524' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7796965982928805524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7796965982928805524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/schiavi.html' title='Schiavi'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4835185717988216377</id><published>2011-09-03T21:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:33:03.629+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecore</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Da nulla bisogna guardarsi meglio che dal seguire, come fanno le pecore, il gregge che ci cammina davanti, dirigendoci non dove si deve andare, ma dove tutti vanno. E niente ci tira addosso i mali peggiori come l&amp;#39;andar dietro alle chiacchiere della gente, convinti che le cose accettate per generale consenso siano le migliori e che, dal momento che gli esempi che abbiamo sono molti, sia meglio vivere non secondo ragione, ma per imitazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucio Anneo Seneca, I secolo d.C.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4835185717988216377?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4835185717988216377/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4835185717988216377' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4835185717988216377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4835185717988216377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/09/pecore.html' title='Pecore'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8632400837609186401</id><published>2011-08-28T19:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:48:57.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domande di vita e di senso</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Vediamo senza vedere, udiamo senza ascoltare, ci muoviamo senza riflettere! Si accettano slogan, modi di dire, comportamenti, credendo magari di essere nell&amp;#39;onda del tempo, mentre invece si è succubi, schiavi del tempo e immersi nella distrazione, nella dissipazione, come si vivessimo in una specie di sonno generale... Quasi nell&amp;#39;incapacità di porsi fondamentali domande di vita e di senso... di confrontare ciò che si fa e si dice con le ragioni più profonde. É importante quindi ogni tanto fermarsi e rimettere continuamente a fuoco la nostra vita di fede. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rolando Palazzeschi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8632400837609186401?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8632400837609186401/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8632400837609186401' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8632400837609186401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8632400837609186401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/08/domande-di-vita-e-di-senso.html' title='Domande di vita e di senso'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2769170826811755835</id><published>2011-08-26T11:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:03:26.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Per star meglio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;"&gt;Chi è tormentato in ogni momento dalla tristezza, dalla disperazione o da un'altra sofferenza interiore in cui c'è un verme che gli strazia la coscienza, si afferri prima di tutto alla consolazione della parola di Dio, poi mangi e beva, cerchi la compagnia e la conversazione di persone pie e di cristiani: starà meglio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;"&gt;Martin Lutero, &amp;quot;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;"&gt;a passione di Dio&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2769170826811755835?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2769170826811755835/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2769170826811755835' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2769170826811755835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2769170826811755835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/08/per-star-meglio.html' title='Per star meglio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3029741570960194455</id><published>2011-08-09T09:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:02:00.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiepido</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt;Cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;ì&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt; parla l&amp;#39;Amen, il Testimone fedele e verace, il Principio della creazione di Dio: Conosco le tue opere: tu non sei né freddo né caldo. Magari tu fossi freddo o caldo! Ma poiché sei tiepido, non sei cio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt; né freddo né caldo, sto per vomitarti dalla mia bocca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Love LetterTW&amp;quot;"&gt;Apocalisse 3, 14-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3029741570960194455?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3029741570960194455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3029741570960194455' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3029741570960194455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3029741570960194455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/08/tiepido.html' title='Tiepido'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7761458822904636863</id><published>2011-08-01T19:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T19:57:02.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camminare</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bernard MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Solo chi non cammina non ha mai bisogno di chiedere la strada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Bernard MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Giacomo Alberione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7761458822904636863?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7761458822904636863/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7761458822904636863' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7761458822904636863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7761458822904636863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/08/camminare.html' title='Camminare'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4360520731067939258</id><published>2011-07-13T12:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:15:56.572+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Essere vivo</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;Essere vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;richiede uno sforzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;di gran lunga maggiore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;del semplice fatto di respirare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4360520731067939258?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4360520731067939258/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4360520731067939258' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4360520731067939258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4360520731067939258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/essere-vivo.html' title='Essere vivo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-9201092372502352685</id><published>2011-07-12T08:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:49:32.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi guida?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Chi sta guidando la macchina della tua vita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Sei proprio tu o altri si alternano al volante e ti stanno conducendo dove non pensi e non vuoi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Beppe Roggia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-9201092372502352685?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/9201092372502352685/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=9201092372502352685' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/9201092372502352685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/9201092372502352685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/chi-guida.html' title='Chi guida?'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5124706644230655198</id><published>2011-07-11T08:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:30:09.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soltanto tu</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Gungsuh&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se un uomo viene a chiederti aiuto e assistenza, non dirgli &amp;quot;Abbi fede in Dio&amp;quot;. Fa&amp;#39; come se Dio non esistesse e come se  sulla terra, ci fossi soltanto tu a poterlo aiutare&amp;quot;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Gungsuh&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Rabbi Moshe Lev di Sasov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Gungsuh&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5124706644230655198?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5124706644230655198/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5124706644230655198' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5124706644230655198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5124706644230655198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/soltanto-tu.html' title='Soltanto tu'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-312825380875293820</id><published>2011-07-09T07:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:34:37.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La carità</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;La carità è un assoluto e non può essere mai abbandonata di fronte a risultati deludenti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;Pier Giordano Cabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-312825380875293820?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/312825380875293820/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=312825380875293820' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/312825380875293820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/312825380875293820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-carita.html' title='La carità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3494505355189641410</id><published>2011-07-08T08:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:42:59.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cammino</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Il cammino di ogni vita è fiancheggiato da persone. Non è un cammino nel deserto. È un cammino fra esseri umani e lo si percorre ignorando il più delle volte le loro ricchezze nascoste. A volte, grazie a Dio, si coglie un frutto inatteso. E si sa, sempre grazie a Dio, di essere colti a nostra volta da più di una persona, anche sconosciuta. Fino al giorno in cui sarà Dio a cogliere il suo fiore prima che esso non sfiorisca troppo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abbé Pierre (Henri Grouès) - &amp;quot;Testamento&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3494505355189641410?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3494505355189641410/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3494505355189641410' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3494505355189641410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3494505355189641410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/cammino.html' title='Cammino'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2310023821462919102</id><published>2011-07-07T07:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:46:01.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il dono</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Un dono esiste solamente quando è in "comunione" col donatore. Qualsiasi dono esistente al di fuori della relazione con la persona che lo offre perde il suo significato; può continuare ad esistere come una cosa, ma non è più un dono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Ioannis Ziziulas (teologo greco-ortodosso), &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Abitare insieme la terra&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2310023821462919102?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2310023821462919102/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2310023821462919102' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2310023821462919102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2310023821462919102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-dono.html' title='Il dono'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6369873327550657891</id><published>2011-07-06T07:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:58:50.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Senza fiducia...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;"&gt;La storia dell'umanità è la storia della fiducia; senza fiducia gli uomini non avrebbero mai costruito nulla, né case né dighe né sentieri né piramidi... perché non ci si impegna a costruire qualcosa, all'infuori di fortezze e di trincee, se non ci si fida di nessuno. Senza la fiducia gli uomini non avrebbero mai piantato un albero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;"&gt;Giuseppe Colombero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Colonna MT&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6369873327550657891?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6369873327550657891/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6369873327550657891' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6369873327550657891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6369873327550657891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/senza-fiducia.html' title='Senza fiducia...'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4138153661019680441</id><published>2011-07-05T08:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:16:33.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preghiera di un ateo</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Uno sconosciuto è il mio amico&lt;br&gt; uno sconosciuto che io non conosco.&lt;br&gt; Uno sconosciuto lontano lontano.&lt;br&gt; Per lui il mio cuore è pieno di nostalgia.&lt;br&gt; Perché egli non è presso di me.&lt;br&gt; Perché egli forse non esiste affatto?&lt;br&gt; Chi sei tu che colmi il mio cuore della tua assenza?&lt;br&gt; Che colmi tutta la terra con la tua assenza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Par Lagerkvist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4138153661019680441?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4138153661019680441/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4138153661019680441' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4138153661019680441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4138153661019680441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/preghiera-di-un-ateo.html' title='Preghiera di un ateo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4802047574922098328</id><published>2011-07-01T17:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:33:41.759+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nave in tempesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Non si deve abbandonare la nave in mezzo alle tempeste solo perché non si possono estinguere i venti: si deve operare, invece, nel modo più adatto per cercare di rendere se non altro minore quel male che non si è in grado di volgere al bene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tommaso Moro, da &amp;quot;Utopia&amp;quot; -1516&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4802047574922098328?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4802047574922098328/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4802047574922098328' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4802047574922098328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4802047574922098328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/07/nave-in-tempesta.html' title='Nave in tempesta'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6695534987623799257</id><published>2011-06-29T08:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:07:52.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Povertà e Carità</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;La povertà è un valore solo se è scelta, altrimenti diventa miseria. E a una persona che vive la miseria non puoi permetterti di dire che la povertà è una virtù. Oggi ai poveri, soprattutto ai ragazzi, non puoi dare abiti usati: devi dare i soldi per comprare abiti nuovi. E cerchi di educarli a ragionare su come usano i soldi. Il modo di vivere la povertà oggi è soprattutto l&amp;#39;umiltà. Umiltà viene da humus, terra, è la capacità di restare agganciati alla realtà. E per noi francescani la realtà è sempre buona, nonostante tutto. Quindi la povertà oggi è la capacità di lodare Dio nonostante tutto. &lt;span&gt;La&lt;/span&gt; carità resta un buon modo per entrare in contatto con il fratello, per condividere. Però ci sono tante forme nuove di condivisione: tentare di costruire città con meno barriere individuali e più spazi di socialità e aggregazione; guardare all&amp;#39;altra sponda del Mediterraneo con maggiore apertura; tentare di costruire ponti tra pubblico e privato, senza fare convegni e teorie, ma nel silenzio delle opere quotidiane. La nostra povertà è uno strumento, non un fine&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Francesco insegna a non giudicare nessuno, a non guardare con disprezzo chi vive nel lusso. La nostra tradizione è quella della riconciliazione.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Padre Giampiero Gambaro, cappuccino, da un&amp;#39;intervista a&amp;quot;Vita&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6695534987623799257?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6695534987623799257/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6695534987623799257' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6695534987623799257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6695534987623799257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/poverta-e-carita.html' title='Povertà e Carità'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3375789557842812793</id><published>2011-06-27T18:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:09:02.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La scienza</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;La scienza, di questo e non altro è capace, può scoprire la composizione e la struttura dell&amp;#39;opera di Dio. E quest&amp;#39;opera può anche imitarla e talvolta perfino perturbarne sconsideratamente l&amp;#39;armonia, con pericolo per la sopravvivenza stessa dell&amp;#39;umanità. Ma la sua essenza, il segreto della creazione della vita, solo Dio li conosce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amadou Hampaté Bà, &amp;quot;Gesù visto da un musulmano&amp;quot; - Bollati Boringhieri, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3375789557842812793?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3375789557842812793/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3375789557842812793' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3375789557842812793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3375789557842812793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-scienza.html' title='La scienza'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5710120810878923149</id><published>2011-06-23T09:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:35:59.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprenderci</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Il grande compito della nostra vita è comprenderci a vicenda. Quando parlo con qualcuno e mi accorgo che non mi capisce, me ne resto in silenzio e l&amp;#39;ascolto a lungo. Se mai mi riuscirà di capirlo, saprò perché lui non ha capito me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tierno Bokar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5710120810878923149?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5710120810878923149/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5710120810878923149' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5710120810878923149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5710120810878923149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/comprenderci.html' title='Comprenderci'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8762639550035925716</id><published>2011-06-21T17:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:49:26.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il giudizio</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;Se giudichi le persone, non avrai tempo di amarle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Madre Teresa di Calcutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8762639550035925716?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8762639550035925716/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8762639550035925716' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8762639550035925716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8762639550035925716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/il-giudizio.html' title='Il giudizio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7876015154429087125</id><published>2011-06-19T19:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:45:09.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pazzia</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Abba Antonio disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Viene un tempo in cui gli uomini impazziranno e, vedendo uno che non è pazzo, lo assaliranno dicendogli: &amp;quot;Sei pazzo!&amp;quot;, per il solo fatto che non è come loro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Detti editi e inediti dei padri del deserto - Qiqajon 2002 (Monastero di Bose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7876015154429087125?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7876015154429087125/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7876015154429087125' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7876015154429087125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7876015154429087125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/pazzia.html' title='Pazzia'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-8908363574294181298</id><published>2011-06-13T08:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:03:12.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripartire ogni girono</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:Pristina"&gt;Sii come quelle navi che non hanno mai finito di ripartire di nuovo ogni giorno. Sempre pronte a spiegare le loro ali giganti poiché hanno il cuore grande come l&amp;#39;oceano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Pristina"&gt;Jaques Brel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-8908363574294181298?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/8908363574294181298/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=8908363574294181298' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8908363574294181298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/8908363574294181298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/ripartire-ogni-girono.html' title='Ripartire ogni girono'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2244681644389713777</id><published>2011-06-06T20:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:59:28.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Analisi</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;«Non cambia nulla: i poveri? Traditi»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Intervista a Oscar Rodriguez Maradiaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;«Obama? Una delusione. La guerra in Libia? Si stanno commettendo gli stessi errori dell'lrak». Il &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;cardinale Oscar Rodriguez Maradiaga&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;arcivescovo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt"&gt;Tegucigalpa (Honduras), presidente della Caritas internazionale ed ex osservatore della Santa Sede al Fondo monetario internazionale e alla Banca mondiale, parla della crisi e delle rivolte arabe. «Il mondo non ha imparato nulla dalla lezione di Angelo Roncalli, della &lt;i&gt;Mater et &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;magistra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;e della &lt;i&gt;Pacem in terris». &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Dopo 50 anni, nessun miglioramento?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;«Quante guerre abbiamo intrapreso? Quanti poveri abbiamo salvato dalla morte? I numeri sono tutti contro di noi. E non ci sono solo le differenze nell'accumulo della ricchezza e nella distribuzione delle risorse. Oggi sono spaventosamente squilibrate anche le opportunità tra i popoli». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;La crisi non ha innovato politiche e idee?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;«No. La globalizzazione non ha portato vantaggi e la crisi non ci ha fatto riflettere. Oggi il mondo è tornato a praticare la speculazione finanziaria &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;e&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lo fa con la stessa frenesia di prima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;È &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;una speculazione senza limiti, coinvolge cibo e acqua, beni primari che dovrebbero essere difesi dalle autorità internazionali. La lezione di Giovanni XXIII, Paolo VI e Giovanni Paolo Il non è stata accolta. Preferiamo scommettere sulla precarietà, che riempie le tasche di pochi». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Cosa manca, eminenza? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;«Un progetto politico mondiale per lo sviluppo, che i Pontefici chiedono da 50 anni. Basta prendere le encicliche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;È &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;già tutto scritto. Benedetto XVI lo ha spiegato nella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Caritas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;in ventate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;riproponendo la stupenda analisi della &lt;i&gt;Populorum &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;progressio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;di Paolo VI». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;E chi lo porrebbe fare? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«Qui sta il punto. Mancano leader. Nella maggior parte dei Paesi non si può votare per il migliore, ma per il meno peggio. Si costruiscono politiche alla luce del "si salvi chi può". E di solito si salvano i ricchi». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;E Barack Obama? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«Per me è un fallimento. Ha proposto visioni interessanti, ma non è riuscito a costruire alcuna politica alternativa». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Qualche esempio? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«Il narcotraffico. In campagna elettorale era uno dei temi principali. Ma poi è diventato solo un problema di sicurezza interna. Oggi nell'America centromeridionale assistiamo alla vittoria della narcopolitica. Il Messico è controllato dai cartelli della droga, il narcotraffico orienta molte economie e sposta capitali enormi. Ma la questione è sparita dall'agenda del mondo e del Governo americano. La stessa cosa vale per l'immigrazione. L'unica preoccupazione è proteggere le frontiere e lasciare interi popoli alla deriva». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Obama non s'è meritato il Nobel per la pace?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;«Tutti speravamo che quel Nobel preventivo inducesse la Casa Bianca a cambiare molte sue politiche. Non è stato così. Secondo me, comunque, quel Nobel è stato un errore: non dimentichiamo che gli Usa hanno iniziato due guerre in questo primo scorcio del terzo Millennio. E sono passati solo 11 anni». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Adesso si &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;combatte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;in Libia e le tensioni percorrono il mondo arabo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;«Le piazze arabe pongono questioni serie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;È &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;una svolta epocale, come fu quella del '68. Quando chi non ha voce decide di riprendersela, quando chi non ha libertà decide che è il bene più importante, non si può stare a guardare. Siamo stati tutti presi alla sprovvista, ma non possiamo evitare di aiutare chi chiede libertà e democrazia». &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;L&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Occidente sembra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;temere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;rivolte &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;per &lt;/span&gt;paura del fondamentalismo islamico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;«L'Occidente ha paura, è inutile negarlo. E tende a imporre la propria democrazia, che non è l'unica. Invece occorrono pazienza e dialogo. Per quanto riguarda il fondamentalismo islamico, non credo che ci siano rischi. Nelle piazze arabe ci sono giovani che vogliono costruire società libere e democratiche. Nessuna repressione li fermerà. E se l'Occidente non si libera dalla paura dell'islam, il risultato sarà il suo indebolimento». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Chi rischia di più? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«L&amp;#39;Europa. Se le paure di un'invasione islamica non vengono superate, se non si cambiano le politiche che tendono solo a respingere, l'Europa diventerà un soggetto debole». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Dove siamo arrivati? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«A un punto motto rischioso. Ogni Paese europeo si occupa ormai solo del proprio ristretto orizzonte. E questo è un pericolo». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Vale anche per la Libia, dove si spara? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«Sì. In ordine sparso si è costituita una coalizione dei "volonterosi", che non è assolutamente una coalizione. Ognuno ha i suoi interessi, ma nessuno lo ammette. Gli Stati Uniti hanno avuto buon gioco a coordinare tutta la faccenda, anche perché sanno fare le guerre. Il problema è il "dopo", argomento che nessun Paese, e soprattutto gli Usa, mettono in agenda prima di iniziare un conflitto. La Libia è un Paese difficile e complesso; il problema non è Gheddafi, che ha già perso, ma quello che verrà. Se l'Occidente "volonteroso" imporrà in Libia la propria democrazia, sarà un disastro come in Irak». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;La scomparsa di Osama Bin Laden può avere &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;risvolti positivi? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«Il terrorismo internazionale non sparisce con la morte di Osama e ha cause molto più complesse che la follia di un uomo solo». &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Cosa bisogna fare per migliorare i rapporti internazionali? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;«Riformare finalmente le Nazioni Unite. Oggi l'Onu sembra che esista soltanto per far pressione sui Governi per approvare leggi sull'aborto o sui matrimoni gay. Lo stesso impegno non lo vedo contro il narcotraffico, la povertà, gli obiettivi del Millennio, che sono spariti da qualsiasi discussione. Il Consiglio di sicurezza non è il Governo mondiale, anche se approva "guerre umanitarie", come per la Libia. Va riformato, abolendo il diritto di veto esercitato solo quando accade qualcosa che non conviene a uno o più dei cinque Paesi membri permanenti. Che, però, non sono i padroni del mondo».&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Helvetica, sans-serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Alberto Bobbio&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Famiglia Cristiana n° 22, 29 maggio 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2244681644389713777?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2244681644389713777/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2244681644389713777' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2244681644389713777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2244681644389713777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/analisi.html' title='Analisi'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1348102097741340452</id><published>2011-06-03T19:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:18:40.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La pazienza</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;La pazienza è il midollo della carità.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;S.Caterina da Siena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1348102097741340452?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1348102097741340452/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1348102097741340452' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1348102097741340452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1348102097741340452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-pazienza.html' title='La pazienza'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3542491544065235751</id><published>2011-06-01T20:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:15:46.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritirata</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Ebbero duri combattimenti in ritirata e appresero che questo si chiamava &amp;quot;l&amp;#39;indisturbato sganciamento dal nemico&amp;quot;. In un&amp;#39;esplosione di mine persero tre quarti della compagnia. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;Ernst Wiechert - &amp;quot;Ognuno - Storia d&amp;#39;un senza nome&amp;quot;, Frassinelli, 1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3542491544065235751?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3542491544065235751/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3542491544065235751' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3542491544065235751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3542491544065235751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/06/ritirata.html' title='Ritirata'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5973501296016208079</id><published>2011-05-31T19:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:26:58.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dio c'è, Dio non c'è</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;L&amp;#39;umanità è irrazionale. Anticamente, vedendo le stelle, diceva: Dio c&amp;#39;è. Ora che è sulle stelle esclama: Dio non c&amp;#39;è. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Enrico Medi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5973501296016208079?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5973501296016208079/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5973501296016208079' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5973501296016208079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5973501296016208079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/dio-ce-dio-non-ce.html' title='Dio c&apos;è, Dio non c&apos;è'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-589227623425457667</id><published>2011-05-30T12:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:02:30.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;L&amp;#39;educazione che lascia tracce più profonde è sempre quella della casa. Io ho dimenticato molto di ciò che ho letto sui libri; ma ricordo ancora benissimo tutto quello che ho appreso dai miei genitori e dagli anziani che ho incontrato nella mia vita.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Giovanni XXIII, &amp;quot;Mamma&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-589227623425457667?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/589227623425457667/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=589227623425457667' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/589227623425457667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/589227623425457667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-casa.html' title='La casa'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1558529630481331856</id><published>2011-05-26T18:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:07:38.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Successione</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;... le generazioni passano via; altre ne succedono, così che i giovani subentrino al posto degli antenati.&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Canto dell&amp;#39;arpista, testo egizio del 2000 a.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1558529630481331856?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1558529630481331856/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1558529630481331856' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1558529630481331856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1558529630481331856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/successione.html' title='Successione'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7568728978571491796</id><published>2011-05-24T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:08:46.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I giusti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;Cristo non chiama i benefattori né amorevoli né caritatevoli. Li chiama i "giusti". Il Vangelo non fa alcuna distinzione fra l'amore del prossimo e la giustizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Simone Weil - AD 104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7568728978571491796?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7568728978571491796/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7568728978571491796' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7568728978571491796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7568728978571491796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-giusti.html' title='I giusti'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-2786068173380125581</id><published>2011-05-21T08:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T08:40:02.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;Tu Paradiso degli esuli, Italia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-2786068173380125581?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/2786068173380125581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=2786068173380125581' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2786068173380125581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/2786068173380125581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/italia.html' title='Italia'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-3498759188298245865</id><published>2011-05-20T14:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:22:07.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Umiltà</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;L'umiltà è l'unica forma lecita di amore di sé. Lode a Dio, compassione per le creature, per se stessi umiltà. Tutte le virtù senza umiltà sono finite. Solo l'umiltà le rende infinite. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Simone Weil - Q IV 125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-3498759188298245865?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/3498759188298245865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=3498759188298245865' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3498759188298245865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/3498759188298245865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/umilta.html' title='Umiltà'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-5805024636098797492</id><published>2011-05-19T07:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:52:02.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Libero arbitrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Scrivo con le mani legate, ma preferisco questa condizione al sapere incatenata la mia volontà. Non sono il carcere, le catene e nemmeno una condanna che possono far perdere la fede a qualcuno o privarlo della libertà […]. Perché Dio avrebbe dato  a ciascuno di noi la ragione ed il libero arbitrio se bastava soltanto ubbidire ciecamente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt"&gt;Franz Jägerstätter - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt"&gt;Dal testamento, Berlino, luglio 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-5805024636098797492?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/5805024636098797492/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=5805024636098797492' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5805024636098797492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/5805024636098797492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/libero-arbitrio.html' title='Libero arbitrio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-7661823039739680574</id><published>2011-05-17T09:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:13:48.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperialismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;color:black"&gt;Un sistema di sfruttamento che non si presenta solo nella forma brutale di coloro che con dei cannoni vengono ad occupare un territorio, ma più spesso si manifesta in forme più sottili, un prestito, un aiuto alimentare, un ricatto. Noi stiamo combattendo il sistema che consente ad un pugno di uomini sulla terra di dirigere tutta l'umanità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thomas Sankara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-7661823039739680574?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/7661823039739680574/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=7661823039739680574' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7661823039739680574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/7661823039739680574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/imperialismo.html' title='Imperialismo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-6525731059523980412</id><published>2011-05-16T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:58:03.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il fuoco dell'Amore di Dio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Non è dal modo in cui un uomo parla di Dio, ma dal modo in cui parla delle cose terrestri, che si può meglio discernere se la sua anima ha soggiornato nel fuoco dell'amore di Dio. … Così pure, la prova che un bambino sa fare una divisione non sta nel ripetere la regola; sta nel fatto che fa le divisioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simone Weil - Q IV 182-183&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-6525731059523980412?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/6525731059523980412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=6525731059523980412' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6525731059523980412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/6525731059523980412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/il-fuoco-dellamore-di-dio.html' title='Il fuoco dell&apos;Amore di Dio'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-837347627312753279</id><published>2011-05-13T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:05:11.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Messaggio ai giovani</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Più sento avvicinarsi la fine della mia vita, più sento la necessità di ripetervi: è amando che noi salveremo l'umanità. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;E di ripetervi: la più grande disgrazia che vi possa capitare è quella di non essere utili a nessuno, e che la vostra vita non serva a niente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Amarsi o scomparire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ma non è sufficiente inneggiare a: "la pace, la pace", perché la Pace cessi di disertare la terra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Occorre agire. A forza di amore. A colpi di amore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I pacifisti con il manganello sono dei falsi combattenti. Tentando di conquistare, disertano. Il Cristo ha ripudiato la violenza, accettando la Croce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Allontanatevi dai mascalzoni dell'intelligenza, come dai venditori di fumo: vi condurranno su strade senza fiori e che terminano nel nulla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Diffidate di queste "tecniche divinizzate" che già San Paolo denunciava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Sappiate distinguere ciò che serve da ciò che sottomette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Rinunciate alle parole che sono tanto più vuote quanto sonore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Non guarirete il mondo con dei punti esclamativi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ciò che occorre è liberarlo da certi "progressi" e dalle loro malattie, dal denaro e dalla sua maledizione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Allontanatevi da coloro per i quali tutto si risolve, si spiega e si apprezza in rapporto ai biglietti di banca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Anche se sono intelligenti essi sono i più stupidi di tutti gli uomini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Non si fa un trampolino con una cassaforte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Bisognerà che dominiate il potere del denaro, altrimenti quasi nulla di umano è possibile, ma con il quale tutto marcisce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Esso, Corruttore, diventi Servitore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Siate ricchi della felicità degli altri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Rimanete voi stessi. E non un altro. Non importa chi. Fuggite le facili vigliaccherie dell'anonimato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ogni essere umano ha un suo destino. Realizzate il vostro, con gli occhi aperti, esigenti e leali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Niente diminuisce mai la dimensione dell'uomo. Se vi manca qualcosa nella vita è perché non avete guardato abbastanza in alto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Tutti simili? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ma tutti uguali e tutti insieme! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Allora sarete degli uomini. Degli uomini liberi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ma attenzione! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;La libertà non è una cameriera tuttofare che si può sfruttare impunemente. Né un paravento sbalorditivo dietro il quale si gonfiano fetide ambizioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;La libertà è il patrimonio comune di tutta l'Umanità. Chi è incapace di trasmetterla agli altri è indegno di possederla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Non trasformate il vostro cuore in un ripostiglio; diventerebbe presto una pattumiera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Lavorate. Una delle disgrazie del nostro tempo è che si considera il lavoro come una maledizione. Mentre è redenzione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Meritate la felicità di amare il vostro dovere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;E poi, credete nella bontà, nell'umile e sublime bontà. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Nel cuore di ogni uomo ci sono tesori d'amore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Spetta a voi, scoprirli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;La sola verità è amarsi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Amarsi gli uni con gli altri, amarsi tutti. Non a orari fissi, ma per tutta la vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Amare la povera gente, amare le persone infelici (che molto spesso sono dei poveri esseri), amare lo sconosciuto, amare il prossimo che è ai margini della società, amare lo straniero che vive vicino a voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Amare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Voi pacificherete gli uomini solamente arricchendo il loro cuore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Raoul Follerau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-837347627312753279?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/837347627312753279/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=837347627312753279' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/837347627312753279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/837347627312753279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/messaggio-ai-giovani.html' title='Messaggio ai giovani'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-4403674722625100164</id><published>2011-05-10T22:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:45:06.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardare il cielo</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Osservate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;più spesso le stelle. Quando avrete un peso nell'animo, guardate le stelle o l'azzurro del cielo. Quando vi sentirete tristi, quando vi offenderanno, quando qualcosa non vi riuscirà, quando la tempesta si scatenerà nel vostro animo, uscite all'aria aperta e intrattenetevi da soli col cielo. Allora la vostra anima troverà la quiete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Pavel Florenskij &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &amp;quot;Non dimenticatemi&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-4403674722625100164?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/4403674722625100164/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=4403674722625100164' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4403674722625100164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/4403674722625100164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/guardare-il-cielo.html' title='Guardare il cielo'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-1033161526414945581</id><published>2011-05-09T18:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:54:20.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Due orecchie e una bocca</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;font-style:normal"&gt;Come diceva un monaco del deserto egiziano: Dio ci ha dato due orecchie e una bocca. Per capire infatti è più importante ascoltare che parlare. E questo vale sia per capire Dio che per capire gli uomini. Immaginate se avessimo due bocche e un orecchio! &lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;don Andrea Santoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-1033161526414945581?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/1033161526414945581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=1033161526414945581' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1033161526414945581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/1033161526414945581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/due-orecchie-e-una-bocca.html' title='Due orecchie e una bocca'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29437196.post-85485134471656731</id><published>2011-05-07T07:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T07:53:05.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre</title><content type='html'>  &lt;h3 style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;"&gt;Per l&amp;#39;uomo intelligente Cristo sarà sempre un problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Jenkins v2\.0&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Johann Wolfgang Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29437196-85485134471656731?l=deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/feeds/85485134471656731/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29437196&amp;postID=85485134471656731' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/85485134471656731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29437196/posts/default/85485134471656731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deipensieriedelleparole.blogspot.com/2011/05/sempre.html' title='Sempre'/><author><name>Claudio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261554762911099370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
