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Pandora&lt;/a&gt; Poesie mitologiche(blog)&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-8471307724242325720</id><published>2010-10-17T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T00:29:31.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/arosa.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TLomLi7gjPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QEeVxEmPcuI/s1600/rosa-rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Rosa Balistreri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;«Vidi la luce il primo giorno di Primavera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;al quinto anno di quella maledetta era.(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rosa rossa sbocciata tra spine e arsura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tuttavia, crebbi forte e ancora più sicura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A quindici anni finì la mia giovinezza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;un compagno imposto, dolore e amarezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Altra vita, altri luoghi sognava il cuore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ma, intorno a me, solo miseria e squallore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lasciai la mia terra per una più fortunata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;portando nel cuore, sempre, la mia Licata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le sofferenze e i dolori della mia terra cantai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dei fanciulli sfruttati in miniera raccontai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il venti settembre del millenovecentonovanta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a Palermo, rifiutando preti e acqua santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;volai nel vento, portando la mia bandiera rossa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a Trespiano riposano, in pace, le mie ossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma il mio spirito aleggia sulla mia Licata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;amara terra ingrata... ma tanto amata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quando sulle onde del mare soffia il vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;si sente cantare la mia voce... il mio lamento.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1) 21 Marzo dell'era fascista, cioè, del 1927&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pino Bullara)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_599596913"&gt;A_Rosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/arosa.htm"&gt;Omaggio in siciliano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-8471307724242325720?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/8471307724242325720/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/10/rosa-balistreri-rosa-vidi-la-luce-il.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/8471307724242325720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/8471307724242325720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/10/rosa-balistreri-rosa-vidi-la-luce-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TLomLi7gjPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QEeVxEmPcuI/s72-c/rosa-rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-1702237366080386053</id><published>2010-10-07T18:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:59:04.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/m.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TK3zOK_3S-I/AAAAAAAAAME/QyIRV09ogco/s1600/stallatico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In quanti modi ti si può chiamare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In quante forme ti si può trovare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sei rifiutata, espulsa, ma vitale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nel ciclo biologico sei essenziale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando sei sostanza d'analizzare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;diventi scienza, non sei più volgare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;umana che tu sia, oppure d'animale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ti chiami feci (al femminile plurale).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sei stabbio, concio e anche letame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;oppure prodotto fecale di bestiame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o escrementi (al maschile plurale),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o anche sterco, nel mondo animale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spalmata sulla terra sei un tesoro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;diventi concime, cara come l'oro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ti chiamano, allora, fertilizzante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;in grani non sei più maleodorante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come stallatico hai un aspetto bello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;in polvere sei guano di pipistrello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Popò e cacca, sei nei pannolini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o quando si parla con i bambini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Attraversi la fogna e sei liquame;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;una merda chi&amp;nbsp;agisce da&amp;nbsp;infame;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ed è uno stronzo, e non vale niente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;chi si comporta meschinamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/"&gt;(Pino Bullara)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2101326494"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/girotondo.htm"&gt;GIROTONDO&lt;span id="goog_2101326495"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-1702237366080386053?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/1702237366080386053/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/10/cacca.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/1702237366080386053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/1702237366080386053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/10/cacca.html' title='Cacca'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TK3zOK_3S-I/AAAAAAAAAME/QyIRV09ogco/s72-c/stallatico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-5764458110414528689</id><published>2010-06-10T15:39:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:21:01.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un omino piccino piccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TCHC9V_6RvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hg-zr40mO5g/s1600/omino2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TCHC9V_6RvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hg-zr40mO5g/s320/omino2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conosco un omino piccino piccino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;che esordì in crociera come ballerino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Riusciva, appena, a sbarcare il lunario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ma poi come fu! Divenne miliardario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aprì cantieri, costruì ville e palazzine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;creò televisioni private, con pupi e veline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma aveva sempre un quel far truffaldino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;perché era... un omino piccino piccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Infine, il salto di qualità volle tentare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;scese in politica e si diede ben da fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fondò un partito, divenne Presidente, perfino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;restava, però... un omino piccino piccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Venne accusato di tanti imbrogli e reati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lui si difese attaccando politici e magistrati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Si fece leggi come quelle per il "Delfino",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ma fu sempre... un omino piccino piccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era intollerante a dissensi e a opposizione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tentò, pure, di stravolgere la Costituzione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anche del Duce&amp;nbsp;provò a seguire il&amp;nbsp;cammino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rimase, però... un omino piccino piccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Pino Bullara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-5764458110414528689?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/5764458110414528689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/5764458110414528689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/5764458110414528689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html' title='Un omino piccino piccino'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/TCHC9V_6RvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hg-zr40mO5g/s72-c/omino2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-8811327595435796917</id><published>2010-05-24T19:32:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:58:03.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>È primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_q3lhdVJkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GQiA8pAKpTM/s1600/cicas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_q3lhdVJkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GQiA8pAKpTM/s320/cicas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'estate&amp;nbsp;è vicina, ma ritarda ad arrivare;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le cicas, in giardino, sono da rinvasare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si sogna il mare, la spiaggia, la scogliera;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si sogna l'estate, ma ancora... è primavera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Son tornate a fiorire le mimose&lt;br /&gt;nel mio giardino.&lt;br /&gt;Son tornate a fiorire le rose&lt;br /&gt;e il gelsomino.&lt;br /&gt;Vistosa appare, sopra il cancello antico,&lt;br /&gt;una gialla cresta.&lt;br /&gt;Le tortorelle, sui rami nudi del fico, &lt;br /&gt;volano in festa.&lt;br /&gt;E intorno, il verde del “buganville” &lt;br /&gt;esalta gli altri colori.&lt;br /&gt;Le brattee nascono a cento e a mille,&lt;br /&gt;più in là, ecco dei fiori.&lt;br /&gt;Nell’aria si sentono le note melodiose&lt;br /&gt;d’una capinera.&lt;br /&gt;Son tornate a fiorire le mimose:&lt;br /&gt;è primavera.&lt;br /&gt;(Pino Bullara) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-8811327595435796917?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/8811327595435796917/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-primavera.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/8811327595435796917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/8811327595435796917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-primavera.html' title='È primavera'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_q3lhdVJkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GQiA8pAKpTM/s72-c/cicas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-5991948791025325373</id><published>2010-05-21T08:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T08:40:37.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_YoCJl0beI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTFSHnuciN8/s1600/scarpe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_YoCJl0beI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTFSHnuciN8/s320/scarpe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scarpe di seta, delicate e fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;portano ai piedi le ballerine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hanno le punte forti e dure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;per farle stare dritte e sicure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I contadini portano scarponi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;che sono duri come mattoni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sono sicuri e impermeabilizzati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;per il loro mestiere sono indicati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I pompieri usano grandi stivali:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sono di gomma, sono speciali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;son resistenti all'acqua e al fuoco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;il loro mestiere non è un giuoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le scarpe dei bimbi son colorate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sono di pelle, di stoffa o plastificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le scarpe delle persone poverelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;son fatte solo... delle propria pelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;C'è chi, poi, porta scarpe griffate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;scarpe alla moda e ben lucidate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;scarpe di pelle vera di gran qualità,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ma tutto questo... non dà felicità. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Pino Bullara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/scarpe.htm"&gt;Scarpe (Sito)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-5991948791025325373?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/5991948791025325373/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/scarpe.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/5991948791025325373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/5991948791025325373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/scarpe.html' title='Scarpe'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_YoCJl0beI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTFSHnuciN8/s72-c/scarpe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-7072557250443802046</id><published>2010-05-16T22:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:07:48.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Matita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_BPG9H7gGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iXnpxD_5jfM/s1600/unaMatita2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_BPG9H7gGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iXnpxD_5jfM/s320/unaMatita2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;« Io fui soltanto una piccola matita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;una semplice matita tra le Sue dita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Di Dio, fui solo un mezzo indegno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;per la realizzazione del suo disegno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Ama il prossimo tuo come te stesso”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e senza distinzione di età e di sesso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;di razza, di credo politico e religioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;io amai tutti: dal povero al facoltoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Col nome Teresa, a Lui mi votai tutta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lasciai Skopje e andai a Calcutta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Con tutto l’amore, la fede e la bontà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cercai, soltanto, di fare la Sua volontà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In ogni fratello vedevo il Suo volto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quel che facevo non era mai molto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mi assillava solo una preoccupazione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;non essere abbastanza a disposizione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E infine, quando lasciai questo regno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alle sorelle ricordai il nostro impegno:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a Dio abbiamo consacrato la vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;siamo solo matite, tra le Sue dita.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Pino Bullara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.nelvento.eu/unaMatita.htm"&gt; Una Matita (sito)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-7072557250443802046?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/7072557250443802046/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/una-matita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/7072557250443802046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/7072557250443802046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/una-matita.html' title='Una Matita'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S_BPG9H7gGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iXnpxD_5jfM/s72-c/unaMatita2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-3424565251838367994</id><published>2010-05-05T21:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:42:18.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S-HCgS_Y_DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cvFLSo5gM_g/s1600/italia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S-HCgS_Y_DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cvFLSo5gM_g/s400/italia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467865282713812018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#6600CC"&gt;Italia&lt;/font size="5" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quarto la luna faceva capolino&lt;br /&gt;a due navi della società Rubattino.&lt;br /&gt;Vennero mille uomini di nascosto,&lt;br /&gt;decisi a unificar l’Italia ad ogni costo.&lt;br /&gt;Salparono di notte il cinque maggio,&lt;br /&gt;con tutto l’entusiasmo ed il coraggio.&lt;br /&gt;Poi, l’undici a Marsala sbarcarono&lt;br /&gt;a migliaia i picciotti vi si unirono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calatafimi, Palermo e poi Milazzo,&lt;br /&gt;infine, entrati a Napoli nel palazzo.&lt;br /&gt;Vinta a Volturno l’ultima resistenza,&lt;br /&gt;l’unità d’Italia prendeva consistenza.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco i due uomini di fronte, a Teano:&lt;br /&gt;Garibaldi va avanti e tende la mano:&lt;br /&gt;“Saluto il primo re d’Italia, con onore.”&lt;br /&gt;E Vittorio Emanuele: “Grazie di cuore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi, il diciassette marzo successivo,&lt;br /&gt;avvenne, infine, l’evento conclusivo:&lt;br /&gt;A Torino si unì il nuovo parlamento&lt;br /&gt;per ratificare il grande avvenimento.&lt;br /&gt;Ma il primo re d’Italia fu un secondo “,&lt;br /&gt;per sottolineare all’Italia e al mondo&lt;br /&gt;la conquista di terre del suo casato&lt;br /&gt;e non la nascita di un nuovo stato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di acqua nei fiumi ne dovrà passare&lt;br /&gt;per affermare la volontà popolare.&lt;br /&gt;Finita la seconda guerra mondiale&lt;br /&gt;rinascerà un'Italia nuova e più vitale.&lt;br /&gt;Un’Italia repubblicana e unitaria,&lt;br /&gt;membro dell’Europa comunitaria&lt;br /&gt;Un’Italia più libera e democratica&lt;br /&gt;che si fonda sul lavoro e sull’etica.&lt;br /&gt;                        (Pino Bullara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.nelvento.eu/italia.htm"&gt;ITALIA&lt;/A&gt; (www.nelvento.eu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-3424565251838367994?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/3424565251838367994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/italia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/3424565251838367994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/3424565251838367994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/05/italia.html' title='ITALIA'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S-HCgS_Y_DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cvFLSo5gM_g/s72-c/italia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-271321244371228055</id><published>2010-04-30T22:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:59:41.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ettore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S9s7sa0TnnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jJYdKG11SYY/s1600/ettore3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S9s7sa0TnnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jJYdKG11SYY/s400/ettore3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466028207043223154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600CC"&gt;Non Achille è stato il mio eroe. Ho sempre apprezzato&lt;br /&gt;l'umano Ettore, preferendolo all'iracondo semidio Pelide. &lt;/font size="3" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ettore&lt;/font size="5" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Ettore, o Diva, fammi cantare;&lt;br /&gt;del suo eroismo aiutami a narrare.&lt;br /&gt;Con che coraggio affrontò la sorte!&lt;br /&gt;Come Achille gli inflisse la morte!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'era rancore nel cuor del Pelide&lt;br /&gt;per dissapori avuti col re Atride.&lt;br /&gt;Il fato arrideva in campo troiano,&lt;br /&gt;offeso, Achille non muoveva mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ettore, ardito, faceva fuoco e faville;&lt;br /&gt;quand'ecco spuntar le armi d'Achille;&lt;br /&gt;senza esitare, l'eroe affrontò il rivale,&lt;br /&gt;convinto che fosse allo scontro fatale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del suo nemico presto ebbe ragione,&lt;br /&gt;però grande, poi, fu la sua delusione:&lt;br /&gt;non il Pelide, Ettore aveva annientato,&lt;br /&gt;ma l'amico Patroclo, così camuffato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieno di ira, Achille grida vendetta:&lt;br /&gt;sfidare il troiano a presto si affretta.&lt;br /&gt;A Ilio, sotto la grande fortificazione,&lt;br /&gt;si volgerà la sfida all'ultima tenzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un bacio ad Andromaca e al piccino,&lt;br /&gt;poi Ettore va incontro al suo destino.&lt;br /&gt;Il vero Pelide c'è ora sotto l'armatura:&lt;br /&gt;a uno dei due toccherà morte sicura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il Priamide che il dardo scaglierà,&lt;br /&gt;il figlio di Teti, finalmente, ucciderà".&lt;br /&gt;Non Ettore avrà, però, questa occasione,&lt;br /&gt;sarà, poi Paride a colpirlo nel tallone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per lui è in serbo una morte atroce:&lt;br /&gt;ucciso e dilaniato dal "Piè veloce".&lt;br /&gt;Un semidio contrasterà il domatore,&lt;br /&gt;fino a quando il suo corpo avrà vigore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atropo porrà fine al combattimento,&lt;br /&gt;tagliandogli il filo, poi, in un momento.&lt;br /&gt;Per dodici giorni ci sarà un gran lutto;&lt;br /&gt;piangerà Ilio: casa reale e popolo tutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                (Pino Bullara)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size="2" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href=" http://www.nelvento.eu/ettore.htm"&gt; Ettore&lt;/a&gt; (Nelvento/sito)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-271321244371228055?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/271321244371228055/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/04/non-achille-e-stato-il-mio-eroe.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/271321244371228055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/271321244371228055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/04/non-achille-e-stato-il-mio-eroe.html' title='Ettore'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S9s7sa0TnnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jJYdKG11SYY/s72-c/ettore3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-947719192513565771</id><published>2010-04-28T14:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:02:51.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No al federalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color="#FF0000" size="4"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "La Repubblica,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; una e indivisibile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; riconosce e &lt;br /&gt;promuove le autonomie locali..." (Art. 5 Costituzione).&lt;br /&gt;Perchè rompere per poi incollare ciò che è già unito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT color="#FF0000" size="4"&gt; &lt;FONT color="#FF0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No al federalismo in Italia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT color="#FF0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-947719192513565771?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/947719192513565771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-repubblica-una-e-indivisibile.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/947719192513565771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/947719192513565771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-repubblica-una-e-indivisibile.html' title='No al federalismo'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-6327122890958007538</id><published>2010-04-10T18:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:37:07.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ora nel vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S8Cjj7kG0MI/AAAAAAAAADI/G9Km3IZ8N2w/s1600/vestito-lager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S8Cjj7kG0MI/AAAAAAAAADI/G9Km3IZ8N2w/s400/vestito-lager.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458542586052923586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora nel vento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size="5" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;«Ricordo quand'ero, ancora, bambino,&lt;br /&gt;il tuo banco di scuola al mio era vicino,&lt;br /&gt;studiavamo tutti la stessa lezione,&lt;br /&gt;ed eravamo tutti una sola nazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tua squadra del cuore... era la mia,&lt;br /&gt;la tua casa... era nella mia stessa via;&lt;br /&gt;tuo padre insieme al mio lavorava,&lt;br /&gt;tua madre con la mia, spesso, stava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi un dì, dissero che eri un Ebreo:&lt;br /&gt;un ricercato dalla legge, cioè, un reo;&lt;br /&gt;dissero che con me non potevi più stare;&lt;br /&gt;e una notte ti vennero a prelevare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei salito su un carro bestiame;&lt;br /&gt;ti han marchiato come un infame;&lt;br /&gt;ti hanno messo un numero di lista,&lt;br /&gt;e da allora, ti ho perso di vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi una notte, prelevarono anche me,&lt;br /&gt;perché volevano sapere ancor di te,&lt;br /&gt;perché non ero nel loro stesso coro;&lt;br /&gt;perché anch'io ero diverso da loro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono salito su un carro bestiame,&lt;br /&gt;mi han marchiato, come un infame.&lt;br /&gt;un numero di lista mi hanno dato,&lt;br /&gt;e da allora, non son più ritornato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui in un campo di concentramento:&lt;br /&gt;quanta crudeltà! Poi volai nel vento.&lt;br /&gt;Ti rivedo qui, compagno d'istruzione,&lt;br /&gt;ora nel vento... siamo tutti una nazione.»&lt;br /&gt;                      (Pino Bullara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-6327122890958007538?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/6327122890958007538/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/04/ora-nel-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/6327122890958007538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/6327122890958007538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/04/ora-nel-vento.html' title='ora nel vento'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/S8Cjj7kG0MI/AAAAAAAAADI/G9Km3IZ8N2w/s72-c/vestito-lager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-3652087576009881496</id><published>2010-03-27T08:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:38:13.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rai x 1a Notte</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;    &lt;font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«La stampa non pu&amp;ograve; essere soggetta ad autorizzazioni o censure.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; (Costituzione: art.21, comma II)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No alla DITTATURA &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://tv.repubblica.it/copertina/raiperunanotte/44564?video"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RAI PER UNA NOTTE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font size="4" color="#6600CC"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-3652087576009881496?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/3652087576009881496/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-stampa-non-pu-essere-soggetta-ad.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/3652087576009881496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/3652087576009881496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-stampa-non-pu-essere-soggetta-ad.html' title='Rai x 1a Notte'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-740803897399900386</id><published>2009-12-03T19:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:39:03.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sol invictus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/sol_invictus.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="1" src= "http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SxgBess45jI/AAAAAAAAACw/5mEwXsJJLgQ/s400/sol.jpg " width="100" height="100"border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nelvento.eu/Sol_invictus.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol invictus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Natale, per una lunga e vecchia tradizione,&lt;br /&gt;usiamo festeggiare con pollo, gallo o cappone.&lt;br /&gt;L'usanza ci perviene da generazioni lontane:&lt;br /&gt;al tempo dell'antiche popolazioni romane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tutti è noto che i galli, al sorgere del sole,&lt;br /&gt;emettono sonori "chicchirichì" dalle loro gole;&lt;br /&gt;da sempre, quindi, a questo canto è associato&lt;br /&gt;la nascita del giorno: il sole che è spuntato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin dai tempi antichi e in molte comunità,&lt;br /&gt;il sole veniva amato e adorato come divinità,&lt;br /&gt;come in Grecia, in Persia o nell'antico Egitto.&lt;br /&gt;A Roma, poi, si adorava "il dio sole invitto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il venticinque Dicembre era un giorno celebre:&lt;br /&gt;si festeggiava la vittoria del sole sulle tenebre,&lt;br /&gt;Di un tempio al dio sole, Aureliano fu l'artefice,&lt;br /&gt;l'imperatore Costantino n'era il massimo pontefice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel trecentotrenta, poi, lo stesso Costantino&lt;br /&gt;unificò le nascite del sole e di Gesù bambino.&lt;br /&gt;Sette anni dopo, Giulio primo, papa romano,&lt;br /&gt;ufficializzerà la nascita del Natale cristiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diceva San Francesco nella sua nota canzone,&lt;br /&gt;"Lo sole, de l'Altissimo, porta significazione."&lt;br /&gt;Non c'è da stupirsi, se ora si canta in suo onore:&lt;br /&gt;"Astro del ciel " e "Tu sole vivo sei mio Signore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non importa se il Natale si celebra a Dicembre,&lt;br /&gt;o sarebbe corretto festeggiarlo a Settembre,&lt;br /&gt;basta avere col prossimo un rapporto cordiale...&lt;br /&gt;e ogni giorno potremmo dire : è Natale.&lt;br /&gt;(Pino Bullara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-740803897399900386?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/740803897399900386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2009/12/sol-invictus-natale-per-una-lunga-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/740803897399900386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/740803897399900386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2009/12/sol-invictus-natale-per-una-lunga-e.html' title='sol invictus'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SxgBess45jI/AAAAAAAAACw/5mEwXsJJLgQ/s72-c/sol.jpg ' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-4388347950965794209</id><published>2009-11-23T18:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:39:43.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nel vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407373890401363490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SwrZ52EYZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/CAdVKdE7zGM/s400/nelvento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel Vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Nel nome di Dio, nel nome di Jahvé&lt;br /&gt;ho difeso la Terra, la Terra di Mosé.&lt;br /&gt;Contro i terroristi, contro questi ladri&lt;br /&gt;ho difeso la Terra, la Terra dei miei padri.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Nel nome di Allah e nel nome di Maometto&lt;br /&gt;ho difeso la Terra, ho difeso il mio tetto.&lt;br /&gt;Contro gli invasori, contro questi ladri&lt;br /&gt;ho difeso la Terra, la Terra dei miei padri.»&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Col mitra in mano e la Bibbia nel cuore&lt;br /&gt;ho ucciso gente, ho creato dolore.&lt;br /&gt;A Sabra e Shatila e in altri paesi&lt;br /&gt;ho fatto stragi di palestinesi.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Le bombe addosso e il Corano nel cuore&lt;br /&gt;ho ucciso gente, ho creato dolore.&lt;br /&gt;A Gerico, a Hebron da solo o con i miei&lt;br /&gt;ho fatto stragi, ho ucciso Ebrei.»&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Un lampo, un botto e ora sono nel vento.&lt;br /&gt;Nel vento con me tanta gente in quest'evento.&lt;br /&gt;Un lampo, un botto poi tutto è finito,&lt;br /&gt;ti crolla un mondo, ti crolla un mito.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Non ho più un colore, or che son morto,&lt;br /&gt;non ho una divisa né un passaporto.&lt;br /&gt;Nel vento, tutti sappiamo, ormai, la verità...&lt;br /&gt;c'è una razza sola: l'Umanità.»&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/"&gt;(Pino Bullara)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelvento.eu/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3660466117146346402-4388347950965794209?l=nelvento-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/4388347950965794209/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2009/11/nel-vento-nel-nome-di-dio-nel-nome-di.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/4388347950965794209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3660466117146346402/posts/default/4388347950965794209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelvento-eu.blogspot.com/2009/11/nel-vento-nel-nome-di-dio-nel-nome-di.html' title='Nel vento'/><author><name>Pino Bullara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08768751451382339282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SQXzRpQR_YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JueU_ZIURwU/S220/Immiruti.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HMqXc54-FM/SwrZ52EYZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/CAdVKdE7zGM/s72-c/nelvento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660466117146346402.post-2828586080024009100</id><published>2009-11-23T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:11:39.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content 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