<?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-5768797768052805087</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:21:49.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un ragazzo del Sud</title><subtitle type='html'>Quello che non dicono i cinici con cravatte verdi, e nemmeno chi promette libertà, ma non pari oppurtunità di crescita per tutti.
Noi del sud in gran parte siamo gente umile ed onesta.
Crediamo per necessità ed ignoranza.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-3066462603457540236</id><published>2008-07-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:00.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La posta del ragazzo del Sud, reporter De "La gazzetta di Masaniello"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SItDqq6vNmI/AAAAAAAAACo/_L1IoyRR3jk/s1600-h/Bandiera+italiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227346192847812194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SItDqq6vNmI/AAAAAAAAACo/_L1IoyRR3jk/s320/Bandiera+italiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nella foto: Esempio di Bandiera Italiana, in piazza Falcone e Borsellino.&lt;br /&gt;Vernice su acciaio, misure: Standard segnaletica Europea .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E da notare pure, in stile sobrio ed austero la scritta sotto i due nomi della lapide: Martiri per l'onestà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ammirevole e veritiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ricevuto questa lettera, è si è quasi autopublicata sul mio blog, tanto è importante e reale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egregio ragazzo del sud con questa mia la informo che nel meridione esistono diverse forme di lavoro tutte validamente retribuite ma oltre a quello in nero che evade le tasse esiste il LAVORO a PERDERE di cui chi scrive ha un'ottima conoscenza.. e vede, capita che sabato mattina quando tutti riposano o si dedicano ad attività di svago ( partita a carte, frequentazione con gaie fanciulle) dicevo sabato mattina mi hanno chiamato a seguire i lavori di scavo per una fogna... non le racconto la mia gioia per l'ennesimo lavoro a perdere ma ciò mi costringe a disdire il giro del sabato mattina che da un pò di tempo è diventata nostra piacevole abitudine. Ritengo con buona approssimazione che la settimana prossima, quando tutti coi soldi del proprio lavoro saranno andati in ferie, sarò libero da impegni... a perdere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinti saluti il lavoratore a perdere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-3066462603457540236?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/3066462603457540236/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=3066462603457540236' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/3066462603457540236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/3066462603457540236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-posta-del-ragazzo-del-sud-reporter.html' title='La posta del ragazzo del Sud, reporter De &quot;La gazzetta di Masaniello&quot;'/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SItDqq6vNmI/AAAAAAAAACo/_L1IoyRR3jk/s72-c/Bandiera+italiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-3721449986714358652</id><published>2008-07-11T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:00.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SHcwVItWI1I/AAAAAAAAACg/Uu9cEPhoKnY/s1600-h/balloongirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SHcZQMajwFI/AAAAAAAAACY/FEf5CtFb_aA/s1600-h/450px-Francisco_de_Goya_y_Lucientes_023%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670058960601170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SHcZQMajwFI/AAAAAAAAACY/FEf5CtFb_aA/s320/450px-Francisco_de_Goya_y_Lucientes_023%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goya, Il 3 Maggio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SHcY5oEI1gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/icUm38zY_xA/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per aspera sic itur ad astra&lt;/span&gt; (attraverso le asperità alle stelle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per chi riesce sempre a sorridere, per schernire la durezza della vita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi crede che la fortuna non sia l'unica variabile determinante della sua esistenza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi sa ammettere i propri errori e chiede scusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi passa sotto le scale senza essere scaramantico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi non tocca ferro vedendo un funerale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi guadagna mille euro al mese in nero e mette su una famiglia, con coraggio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi fa la spesa con il denaro contato in tasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chi bombardato dalla visione di donne seminude, torna a casa e ama la moglie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chi sopravviverà saranno loro in una umanità che non crede e si fa del relativismo una religione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-3721449986714358652?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/3721449986714358652/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=3721449986714358652' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/3721449986714358652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/3721449986714358652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/07/goya-il-3-maggio-per-aspera-sic-itur-ad.html' title=''/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SHcZQMajwFI/AAAAAAAAACY/FEf5CtFb_aA/s72-c/450px-Francisco_de_Goya_y_Lucientes_023%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-7916491959933061042</id><published>2008-06-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:01.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbbZzmn2HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aIt2qSdzjWk/s1600-h/28062008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217098454750713970" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbbZzmn2HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aIt2qSdzjWk/s320/28062008087.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbbMjN9p4I/AAAAAAAAABw/7jUJyxalyhE/s1600-h/28062008086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217098227014018946" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbbMjN9p4I/AAAAAAAAABw/7jUJyxalyhE/s320/28062008086.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbbtkK_LoI/AAAAAAAAACA/jkZic4chOFQ/s1600-h/28062008082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oggi camminavo e guardavo il celo, e guardavo a volte a terra, guardavo il sole tra le impalcature, e la luce filtrare tra le vetrate di una cattedrale. Come è bello sentirsi di nuovo viaggiatore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbcuBND1pI/AAAAAAAAACI/mQgow4Q65gU/s1600-h/finestra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217099901510604434" style="CURSOR: hand" height="369" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbcuBND1pI/AAAAAAAAACI/mQgow4Q65gU/s320/finestra.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ciò&lt;/span&gt; che vede un uomo a volte nella natura femminile, sono luci e ombre, colori filtrati, gioia e sensazioni intense, prima che la luna non rendi tutto più misterioso e sconosciuto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-7916491959933061042?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/7916491959933061042/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=7916491959933061042' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/7916491959933061042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/7916491959933061042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/06/oggi-camminavo-e-guardavo-il-celo.html' title=''/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbbZzmn2HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aIt2qSdzjWk/s72-c/28062008087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-6746117389889503413</id><published>2008-06-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:01.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbGP6pPndI/AAAAAAAAABo/jK39rB0QVTU/s1600-h/28062008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217075195097882066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbGP6pPndI/AAAAAAAAABo/jK39rB0QVTU/s320/28062008079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reportage, richiesta di pubblicazione al ragazzo del sud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what Mary wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei non arrossire&lt;br /&gt;dire la cosa giusta&lt;br /&gt;essere apprezzata,&lt;br /&gt;vorrei essere senza&lt;br /&gt;doverlo per forza dimostrare.....&lt;br /&gt;Essere più alta&lt;br /&gt;avere meno cellulite&lt;br /&gt;vorrei una depilazione definitiva&lt;br /&gt;prendere il sole senza tutta quella sabbia&lt;br /&gt;vorrei che lui capisse&lt;br /&gt;senza dovere sempre spiegare&lt;br /&gt;vorrei una vita tranquilla&lt;br /&gt;un'estate senza sudore&lt;br /&gt;andarmene in giro per negozi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 secondi nella mia testa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-6746117389889503413?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/6746117389889503413/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=6746117389889503413' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/6746117389889503413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/6746117389889503413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/06/reportage-richiesta-di-poblicazione-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGbGP6pPndI/AAAAAAAAABo/jK39rB0QVTU/s72-c/28062008079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-9059923156965050889</id><published>2008-06-23T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:01.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAYD1HKKQI/AAAAAAAAABg/bB7OSIrHDcw/s1600-h/Foto+parco+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215194822570813698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAYD1HKKQI/AAAAAAAAABg/bB7OSIrHDcw/s320/Foto+parco+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAXyhuoeRI/AAAAAAAAABY/nhxUuOKZnIw/s1600-h/Foto+parco+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215194525309892882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAXyhuoeRI/AAAAAAAAABY/nhxUuOKZnIw/s320/Foto+parco+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sto riprovando delle sensazioni che non provavo da tempo, mi sembra di avere diciotto anni, quando sentivo il mondo e la vita dinanzi a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mè&lt;/span&gt;.Cammino sempre con i finestrini dell' auto tutti aperti, per far entrare aria nuova nei polmoni e nel mio cuore, e anche per arruffare i capelli.Voglio aprire le mie stanze, hanno rubato quasi tutto, è rimasto poco. Ho voglia di sistemare tutto, tinteggiare le pareti che il tempo e le vaghe speranze avevano intorpidito.Vorrei che il sole che brilla tra le foglie dei limoni, mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facia&lt;/span&gt; socchiudere gli occhi ancora, mentre mi stordiscono le cicale.Vorrei il sole caldo dei pomeriggi di agosto degli anni ottanta.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sorò&lt;/span&gt; ospitale nella mia casa, saprò ascoltare chi come me parla lingue diverse, e ascolta voci che altri orecchi non sentono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le mie ultime viste:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sopra Parco degli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Astroni&lt;/span&gt;, miracolosamente salvato dal cemento dei ristoranti di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Agnano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAXe263H8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K3QWVPOZ-6U/s1600-h/Diana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215194187400945602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAXe263H8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K3QWVPOZ-6U/s320/Diana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dipinto del artista contemporaneo Claudio Diana, nato a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Casal&lt;/span&gt; di Principe, lo sfondo della tela è sfumato forse i paesaggi non hanno importanza per lui rispetto alle vicende umane, è da notare poi una Madonna con due bambini, uno è il figlio mentre l'altro è forse uno di noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-9059923156965050889?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/9059923156965050889/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=9059923156965050889' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/9059923156965050889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/9059923156965050889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/06/liberazione.html' title='Liberazione'/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SGAYD1HKKQI/AAAAAAAAABg/bB7OSIrHDcw/s72-c/Foto+parco+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-5713628847087319897</id><published>2008-05-31T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:02.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno dei poeti del sud da mè preferiti: Salvatore Lagravanese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SEG1vA6cQUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QL7NqGwaOFk/s1600-h/31052008047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206642463520604482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SEG1vA6cQUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QL7NqGwaOFk/s320/31052008047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salvatore è un poeta di un paese limitrofo .Abita in un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vicoletto&lt;/span&gt; ceco con due due curve a gomito a novanta gradi ,nel centro del paese .Dalla sua stanza vede un orizzonte di case dei vicini.&lt;br /&gt;Parla poco e ascolta molto, ha un animo sensibile e misurato ,e soprattutto rispettoso del prossimo.&lt;br /&gt;Una sua poesia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna il fuoco l'ape e tu e i nostri baci....&lt;br /&gt;Ed io a misurare le distanze da Venere&lt;br /&gt;Il diametro della tua bocca&lt;br /&gt;E dei tuoi fianchi quasi a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sugellare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il dominio della tua mente sul mio fragile cuore !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha regalato il suo libro con una dedica .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse lui è il &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quasimodo&lt;/span&gt; delle nostre terre.&lt;br /&gt;Quanti fiori ancora devono sbocciare ,e vivere in queste terre per equilibrare tanto male e corruzione per non essere condotti verso l'autodistruzione ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-5713628847087319897?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/5713628847087319897/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=5713628847087319897' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/5713628847087319897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/5713628847087319897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/05/uno-dei-poeti-del-sud-da-m-preferiti.html' title='Uno dei poeti del sud da mè preferiti: Salvatore Lagravanese'/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SEG1vA6cQUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QL7NqGwaOFk/s72-c/31052008047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-2643564639357503639</id><published>2008-05-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:02.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SDhaRw6cQTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rrsxdgvgac/s1600-h/foto+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204008630660907314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SDhaRw6cQTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rrsxdgvgac/s320/foto+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi stupisce questa ragazza, o forse una donna . E' un mosaico di pompei del VI sec.  A.C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come sono simili le espressione degli esseri umani anche dopo 2400 anni, non siamo cambiati per niente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un volto simile a questo si può incontrare per i  paesi di provincia di Caserta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forse la vita allora era più cruda, questa sarà un volto di una persona benestante, chissa come era quello di uno schiavo, senza libertà?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768797768052805087-2643564639357503639?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/2643564639357503639/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=2643564639357503639' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/2643564639357503639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/2643564639357503639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-stupisce-questa-ragazza-o-forse-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SDhaRw6cQTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rrsxdgvgac/s72-c/foto+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768797768052805087.post-1219964409227931220</id><published>2008-04-26T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:04:02.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un ragazzo del Sud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SBQZ5Sq48aI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QuGJtCSZLTs/s1600-h/Antonello%20da%20Messina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193804742319993250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SBQZ5Sq48aI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QuGJtCSZLTs/s320/Antonello%2520da%2520Messina3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Il sud è il luogo dell'essere, è tutto interiorizzato. Per capire la sua gente basta superare una soglia di percezione dei sentimenti altrui, ottenuta solo se ami questa terra. E allora si comprende ogni ruga, e ogni giardino e si condivede la gioia qualche dolore. E la voglia di rinascere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mi colpisce molto questa moglie di un falegname, con abiti umili oserei dire Divina. Forse anche lei era una donna del sud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dipinto di Antonello da messina&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/5768797768052805087-1219964409227931220?l=unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/feeds/1219964409227931220/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768797768052805087&amp;postID=1219964409227931220' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/1219964409227931220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768797768052805087/posts/default/1219964409227931220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unragazzodelsud.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-ragazzo-del-sud.html' title='Un ragazzo del Sud'/><author><name>Un ragazzo del Sud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05175170910445064174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SJKiBIgRtyI/AAAAAAAAACw/E6e0E6Jk9sM/S220/Nel+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOFCgS7UJo/SBQZ5Sq48aI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QuGJtCSZLTs/s72-c/Antonello%2520da%2520Messina3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
