<?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-7043868936927100352</id><updated>2012-03-02T23:29:36.491+01:00</updated><category term='nuvole'/><category term='musica'/><category term='degrado'/><category term='cronaca vera'/><category term='treno'/><category term='libri'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='radio'/><category term='italia'/><category term='web'/><category term='amore'/><category term='consumatori'/><category term='Lourdes'/><category term='politica'/><category term='favole'/><category term='fiori'/><category term='attualità'/><category term='ricamo'/><category term='disegno'/><category term='alimentari'/><category term='ventanni dopo'/><category term='giornalismo'/><category term='arte'/><category term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><category term='vita'/><category term='eventi'/><category term='sogni'/><category term='Raffa'/><category term='natale'/><category term='segni'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='mondo'/><category term='video'/><category term='racconti'/><category term='spiritualità'/><category term='mostra'/><category term='cielo'/><category term='film'/><category term='natura'/><category term='scienza'/><category term='salute'/><category term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>Riccardo Paracchini</title><subtitle type='html'>Un blog fatto con poche cose. Quelle che mi vengono in mente Ogni tanto</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5738894387232020690</id><published>2012-02-29T19:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T19:05:59.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><title type='text'>Pippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJVTN6h1rbI/T05mhpqElqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/4zvyIg9SX8E/s1600/IMG_0670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJVTN6h1rbI/T05mhpqElqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/4zvyIg9SX8E/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5HFf0fbDPk/T05mxNJlN8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/rr1gruB-joM/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5HFf0fbDPk/T05mxNJlN8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/rr1gruB-joM/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buZquUubukg/T05nDtwTMvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HfZi3-OmBF0/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buZquUubukg/T05nDtwTMvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HfZi3-OmBF0/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8A_1aoWd-l0/T05nU9jeeyI/AAAAAAAAAus/tuywY5RypLA/s1600/IMG_0674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8A_1aoWd-l0/T05nU9jeeyI/AAAAAAAAAus/tuywY5RypLA/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" width="320" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pippo era l'orsacchiotto di mio fratello maggiore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sono nato io, dopo qualche anno è diventato mio amico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so se mio fratello lo chiamasse Pippo. Ma so che quello è il suo nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pippo ha quasi 50 anni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha avuto diversi problemi. &lt;br /&gt;La prima cosa che perse furono gli occhi. Ma io glie li ridisegnai con il pennerello nero.&lt;br /&gt;Poi ad un certo punto iniziò a perdere la sua imbottitura da una scucitura. Ma io anche se ero piccolo lo ricucii.&lt;br /&gt;Poi quando diventammo grandi, mia mamma voleva buttarlo via perché non serviva più. Ma io mi sono opposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembrerebbe una favola. Ma è la realtà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomma, ciao Pippo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ah Pippo è andato anche su youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ca1Va6eFmrw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5738894387232020690?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5738894387232020690/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5738894387232020690&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5738894387232020690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5738894387232020690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/02/pippo.html' title='Pippo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJVTN6h1rbI/T05mhpqElqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/4zvyIg9SX8E/s72-c/IMG_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7441468922285382192</id><published>2012-02-28T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T12:10:54.475+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sogni'/><title type='text'>viaggio</title><content type='html'>L'altra notte feci un sogno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Andavo ad Assisi con una mia amica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(Durante una tappa, entrammo in una casa, e c'era una donna che aveva sul tavolo fagioli, lenticchie della sua terra. Li vendeva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Arrivammo ad Assisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lì eravamo ad acquistare un rosario che ella voleva nero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Invece di scegliere il rosario, ella si prese un mazzo di fili e di perle, perché il rosario voleva farselo da sé per risparmiare. Ma io le dissi, "ma noo dai, ma guarda che è meglio prenderlo già fatto, viene meglio".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rG3Ns-Zp_8/T0y177z6vaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3G5VJdyB4WU/s1600/IMG_0669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rG3Ns-Zp_8/T0y177z6vaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3G5VJdyB4WU/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Il frate ci mostrò un quadro a cassetta, con la cornice di legno e il vetro davanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dentro c'erano diversi oggetti: un angioletto bianco, un orologio, un cappotto nero sulla gruccia, altre ed eventuali (non mi ricordo tutti gli oggetti, ma erano tanti).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ci disse che quella composizione rappresentava, in ogni oggetto, i vari stadi della vita in cui ci avviciniamo a Dio. Ad esempio avevo capito che l'angioletto era colui che ci iniziava alla spiritualità da piccoli. Poi l'orologio è perché crescendo diventiamo legati alle formalità (l'orario per andare a messa, il non vedere l'ora che finisca, il vedere l'ora di fare altre attività che ci allontanano da Dio...). Il cappotto nero era il tempo della malattia e della morte che ci riportava di nuovo a Dio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Un dettaglio è che noi prendendo in mano quel quadro, scombinammo la posizione di tutti gli oggetti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ma non fu un problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7441468922285382192?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7441468922285382192/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7441468922285382192&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7441468922285382192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7441468922285382192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/02/viaggio.html' title='viaggio'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rG3Ns-Zp_8/T0y177z6vaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3G5VJdyB4WU/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8483179762918983206</id><published>2012-02-25T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T09:20:05.943+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><title type='text'>aiutooo</title><content type='html'>Ieri giornata di fuoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto cominciò alla mattina.&lt;br /&gt;Ero in camera e sento una voce che grida «aiutoooo».&lt;br /&gt;Non capisco, mi affaccio al balcone, non vedo niente, sento «aiutoooo...... aiutatemiiiii».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allora mi infilo delle scarpe senza calze, esco di corsa, scendo giù e vedo che nel cantiere un uomo giace sotto la ruspa.&lt;br /&gt;L'escavatrice si era rovesciata e lui era rimasto sotto con una gamba. Prendo una pala e inizio a liberarlo. Poi per fortuna arrivano altri muratori che lavoravano in un cantiere cento metri più in là.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia mamma nel frattempo aveva chiamato il 118, dicono di non muovere l'uomo assolutamente.&lt;br /&gt;Appena lo sa il tipo inizia ad agitarsi, non vuole assolutamente. «Liberatemiii liberatemiii...»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia mamma corre ad avvisare il 118 di non venire, ma ormai sono partiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima che arrivi l'ambulanza siamo riusciti a liberalo.&lt;br /&gt;Lo sorreggo mentre arriva un'auto. Sento che bestemmia varie volte, Dio e la Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;Allora riconosco la voce che qualche settimana fa, prima di andare a Lourdes, avevo sentito bestemmiare laggiù.&lt;br /&gt;Delle persone lo portano a casa così che si ripulisca, si vesta ben bene e possa andare al pronto soccorso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi arriva l'ambulanza, non trova nessuno, ma ovviamente la ruspa è ancora lì rovesciata.&lt;br /&gt;Quindi verranno anche i carabinieri, che faranno la constatazione di quanto è avvenuto, di tutte le irregolarità del cantiere ecc ecc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomma. Era veramente libero?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8483179762918983206?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8483179762918983206/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8483179762918983206&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8483179762918983206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8483179762918983206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/02/aiutooo.html' title='aiutooo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6863211018505818739</id><published>2012-02-19T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T20:28:00.103+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lourdes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Lourdes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyMLERvDt1s/T0E_yjXeOHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lhtGmlW0UXc/s1600/IMG_7364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyMLERvDt1s/T0E_yjXeOHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lhtGmlW0UXc/s320/IMG_7364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lourdes, il punto in cui Bernadette pregò l'11 febbraio 1858&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veramente all'inizio non sapevo neppure se andarci. Venne provvidenzialmente in soccorso Mariangela con le sue foglie: «Quello che puoi ricevere è più di quello che puoi dare». Erano delle parole precise e puntuali come una gemma a primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi fino all'ultimo momento non sapevo se sarei partito. Verso sera la telefonata, si era liberato un posto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGW1EcqQxbw/T0E4fBt55OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VMDyzzEjqB4/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGW1EcqQxbw/T0E4fBt55OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VMDyzzEjqB4/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNSTj_ORTZo/T0E_kQauM5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/V2H6enKuKv8/s1600/IMG_7361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNSTj_ORTZo/T0E_kQauM5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/V2H6enKuKv8/s320/IMG_7361.JPG" width="320" /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syke2F1pgAA/T0E7f1wGIYI/AAAAAAAAArM/gTdM-X5F3-g/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syke2F1pgAA/T0E7f1wGIYI/AAAAAAAAArM/gTdM-X5F3-g/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" width="320" /&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;Giunto là m'ero rassegnato che non si poteva fare il bagno: le guide avevano detto che le vasche erano chiuse: «Ti dovevi lavare a casa», dicevano. (È in corso un dibattito se chiuderle per sempre, Ndr)&lt;br /&gt;Ma giunto là davanti, vidi che erano aperte. Oibò, il giorno dopo lo farò. Prima, mi dico, devo camminare ancora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fiume era diverso quest'anno.&lt;br /&gt;Ne avrei compreso il suo significato nel giorno dell'anniversario.&lt;br /&gt;Cos'è quest'acqua che scorre, se non un cammino? Un cammino che passa nel cuore di Maria per arrivare dritto fino all'altare della città Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4ey4TGHvFY/T0E9Wxda1cI/AAAAAAAAAsE/qNVTAsP2weE/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4ey4TGHvFY/T0E9Wxda1cI/AAAAAAAAAsE/qNVTAsP2weE/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GrxM2wFxBkg/T0E8vl-hO1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/fl1di8dctfM/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GrxM2wFxBkg/T0E8vl-hO1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/fl1di8dctfM/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K9w4kiw-D6A/T0E7vkJ3_UI/AAAAAAAAArU/4aC7TVHWY68/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K9w4kiw-D6A/T0E7vkJ3_UI/AAAAAAAAArU/4aC7TVHWY68/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La via Crucis meditata con don Giovanni. Non la facemmo sul monte, ma nelle stazioni all'interno della basilica Pio X. Poi tenne un discorso sul peccato e sulla riconciliazione. Indi prese la sua borsa e ci lasciò tutti nella cappella di santa Teresa di Lisieux. Il momento era solenne. Non era un partire come d'un addio: era un partire come d'un incontro. Tutto era immobile, anche l'altare e l'immagine della santa. Il silenzio era solenne. Anche il monsignore s'alzò e partì andandosi a porre in un altro punto della basilica. La basilica era deserta. Solo due punti neri di santità. Uno ad uno ci alzammo per andargli incontro. Era la solenne riconciliazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZySBXL0Gso/T0E4-2Aa8SI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-ANcp_0_pAo/s1600/IMG_0249b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZySBXL0Gso/T0E4-2Aa8SI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-ANcp_0_pAo/s320/IMG_0249b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cappella di santa Teresa di Lisieux&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4Dl8tPw4Ds/T0E4wpaDz2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/NxmfzYFBz5k/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4Dl8tPw4Ds/T0E4wpaDz2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/NxmfzYFBz5k/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basilica Pio X&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLvPjg3uET4/T0E5eFalhEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qZI_AlHCBJI/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLvPjg3uET4/T0E5eFalhEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qZI_AlHCBJI/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77HabmD2khA/T0E6P4mcSpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/BQfmgl5zfgs/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77HabmD2khA/T0E6P4mcSpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/BQfmgl5zfgs/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faceva un gran gelo in quei giorni. Nel corpo, non nell'anima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il bagno.&lt;br /&gt;Temevo un po' perché avevo appena mangiato: "Mi verrà una congestione con questo gelo?"&lt;br /&gt;Mi affidai a Maria: non mi poteva accadere nulla.&lt;br /&gt;L'immersione è un affidamento, una consacrazione nelle sue mani. L'uscita è una elevazione al suo Cuore Immacolato. Era il 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYAIPh0S3i8/T0E5xiYwxVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/S7PXqjJvrSY/s1600/IMG_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYAIPh0S3i8/T0E5xiYwxVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/S7PXqjJvrSY/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVF-plKXk-4/T0FAHbXNwLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7m75WrX5evw/s1600/IMG_7366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVF-plKXk-4/T0FAHbXNwLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7m75WrX5evw/s320/IMG_7366.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-888d4dEkZko/T0FAql1nzlI/AAAAAAAAAts/4mef4Cq45o0/s1600/IMG_7404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-888d4dEkZko/T0FAql1nzlI/AAAAAAAAAts/4mef4Cq45o0/s320/IMG_7404.JPG" width="320" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVs2h8-4ecI/T0FAX8UidjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jT2eTjj2YrM/s1600/IMG_7400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVs2h8-4ecI/T0FAX8UidjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jT2eTjj2YrM/s320/IMG_7400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'immagine che più mi colpì a Lourdes fu l'11 nel giorno dell'anniversario: l'infinito fiume dei sacerdoti e dei vescovi, tutti vestiti di bianco, in cammino, ai piedi dell'altare, salire su verso l'altare, a rendere grazie e lode a Dio. Ogni religioso era vestito di bianco, ma ognuno era diverso dall'altro nel suo portamento, nel suo comportamento, nella sua fisionomia, nella sua storia personale, ma questa diversità era anche unione con tutto il popolo ivi presente, e non vi era separazione: tutto l'insieme era un canto nel Corpo del suo Corpo, nello Spirito del suo Spirito, cammino della Chiesa verso la santità. Vi era un tempo sospeso. Le differenze erano una fonte di comunione. Il fiume di Lourdes era lo scorrere solenne delle preghiere, delle sofferenze, dei gloria e degli osanna, del popolo cristiano in cerca della riconciliazione, alla fonte dell'Amore Divino. Maria, con le mani aperte, con le mani unite in preghiera, confluiva la sua devozione nella salvezza del mondo e di tutti gli uomini. Non vi erano i sacerdoti da una parte e gli uomini dall'altra. I sacerdoti portavano noi tutti in quella Gerusalemme Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IlJ3dDzkHE/T0E-d6wwRWI/AAAAAAAAAss/k5Bvd97UFW0/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IlJ3dDzkHE/T0E-d6wwRWI/AAAAAAAAAss/k5Bvd97UFW0/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUAGkUBopNM/T0E-KDLotwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/i-XKHKzTFaY/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUAGkUBopNM/T0E-KDLotwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/i-XKHKzTFaY/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-4MqCpMsj0/T0E-4B39UeI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_pgBMrx1jPs/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-4MqCpMsj0/T0E-4B39UeI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_pgBMrx1jPs/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otznYpu9lYc/T0E9ANm8VyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/y8rmWvZWaT4/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otznYpu9lYc/T0E9ANm8VyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/y8rmWvZWaT4/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TejFp7-ok4w/T0E8DKfKe7I/AAAAAAAAArc/mULlWZvpR1c/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TejFp7-ok4w/T0E8DKfKe7I/AAAAAAAAArc/mULlWZvpR1c/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La frase che mi rimase impressa fu accostandomi ad una donna, mentre uscivamo dalla messa dell'11 febbraio(esattamente come fu a Fatima). Ella disse: «Siamo entrati col buio, siamo usciti con la luce».&lt;br /&gt;Fu significativa: l'immagine esatta del viaggio, del fiume, dell'acqua, del bagno, della preghiera, dell'eucaristia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allora si può comprendere come Lourdes non si esaurisca in un evento fine a sé stesso, o in un'acqua miracolosa, ma va ben oltre. Lourdes entra direttamente nel Corpo della Chiesa: un cammino di affidamento a Maria che ti conduce nel Corpo di Gesù.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlei6QT192s/T0E8kePBTSI/AAAAAAAAArs/6sRFqtTFqew/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlei6QT192s/T0E8kePBTSI/AAAAAAAAArs/6sRFqtTFqew/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uq4pAwCPReE/T0E6gsBpmjI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tX4ztsHAdEU/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uq4pAwCPReE/T0E6gsBpmjI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tX4ztsHAdEU/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAnSyV1fgzU/T0E6w3F7DGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/aPbl8dkhSoQ/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAnSyV1fgzU/T0E6w3F7DGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/aPbl8dkhSoQ/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iV6-n-vg_Zk/T0E9uAU7tCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zZsmNeIyTck/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iV6-n-vg_Zk/T0E9uAU7tCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zZsmNeIyTck/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvS_Lwaq1vc/T0E_TmttrpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VXLUVpEoUqY/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvS_Lwaq1vc/T0E_TmttrpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VXLUVpEoUqY/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nell'ultimo giorno andai da solo alla via crucis sul monte. Mi aggregai ad un gruppo di francesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel giorno della processione Eucaristica il Corpo di Cristo uscì da Maria per entrare nel mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La penitenza più grande non fu il gelo, ma la cucina francese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVQ6tErjwOY/T0FBgJmUseI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZXhut63o5K4/s1600/IMG_7408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVQ6tErjwOY/T0FBgJmUseI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZXhut63o5K4/s320/IMG_7408.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9jh7Ewd9ac/T0E91zQ0bpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zze1Dgac-PU/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; 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Un fruscio molto forte "BBBZZZZZZ" quando parlava, e un rumore molto forte come di acqua agitata quando taceva. Un sottofondo alquanto disturbante per ogni comunicazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo un po' ella s'accorse che tenendo al caldo l'auricolare sotto le coperte, questo rumore scompariva, e constatò con le parole "Si vede che il calore fa bene ai contatti". Nel jack di contatto ci deve essere una parte metallica che scaldandosi non fa più fare il contatto difettoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, hai sentito cosa ho detto? Non me ne ero accorta: il calore fa bene ai contatti. È interessante vero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effettivamente fu una buona riflessione per la vita.&lt;br /&gt;Dal particolare tecnico ai massimi sistemi dell'esistenza.&lt;br /&gt;Quante volte i contatti umani hanno bisogno di calore per funzionare meglio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ai27wzAEA_I" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dal Salmo 146&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;È bello cantare inni al nostro Dio,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;è dolce innalzare la lode.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il Signore ricostruisce Gerusalemme,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;raduna i dispersi d’Israele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Risana i cuori affranti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e fascia le loro ferite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Egli conta il numero delle stelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e chiama ciascuna per nome. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grande è il Signore nostro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;grande nella sua potenza;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;la sua sapienza non si può calcolare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il Signore sostiene i poveri,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ma abbassa fino a terra i malvagi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7380694802857247388?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7380694802857247388/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7380694802857247388&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7380694802857247388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7380694802857247388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-calore-fa-bene-ai-contatti.html' title='il calore fa bene ai contatti'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ai27wzAEA_I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4043033212697428017</id><published>2012-02-04T09:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:41:12.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumatori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alimentari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salute'/><title type='text'>100% vegetale</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poDn4xpdS7A/TyztmokK7EI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bRKW9GKGyVM/s1600/Foto+del+34400675-02-2455962+alle+09:33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poDn4xpdS7A/TyztmokK7EI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bRKW9GKGyVM/s320/Foto+del+34400675-02-2455962+alle+09:33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Etichetta I Provenzali 100% vegetale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Qualche giorno fa mia mamma comprò l'&lt;b&gt;Olio di Mandorle alla Magnolia &lt;/b&gt;de &lt;b&gt;I&amp;nbsp;Provenzali&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;C'è scritto bene in evidenza: 100% VEGETALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leggendo gli ingredienti in etichetta, sul retro, abbiamo scoperto che ci sono diverse sostanze che avevamo trovato nei test della rivista dei consumatori &lt;b&gt;"Il Salvagente"&lt;/b&gt;, classificate come estrogene, che vanno sotto il nome di:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benzyl Salicylicate, Butylphenyl Methylpropional, Benzyl Benzoate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutte queste sostanze, influiscono sugli ormoni, e quindi possono causare danni al sistema immunitario, allo sviluppo ormonale delle persone anche in percentuali minime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4vdZbzB6pk/Tyztn0cycKI/AAAAAAAAApY/4oxXXdNOyYk/s1600/Foto+del+34418477-02-2455962+alle+09%253A33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4vdZbzB6pk/Tyztn0cycKI/AAAAAAAAApY/4oxXXdNOyYk/s320/Foto+del+34418477-02-2455962+alle+09%253A33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prodotto vegetale?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqBHEy9cnEQ/TyzuZImZ5cI/AAAAAAAAApo/g7XRhJ2Rr6E/s1600/Foto+del+34651366-02-2455962+alle+09:37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqBHEy9cnEQ/TyzuZImZ5cI/AAAAAAAAApo/g7XRhJ2Rr6E/s320/Foto+del+34651366-02-2455962+alle+09:37.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gli ingredienti in piccolo riportano invece sostanze chimiche&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi ho scritto all'azienda chiedendo chiarimenti, riportando quanto sopra, e domandando altresì come mai non si riesca a fare un vero olio naturale, che non abbia conseguenze negative sul nostro organismo. E perché, se Dio ha fatto le mandorle con il suo bell'olio olio, lo si debba alterare e modificare con sostanze chimiche, scrivendo in etichetta 100% vegetale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La società ha risposto che l'olio è al 100% vegetale, e che le sostanze suindicate, fanno parte del profumo. E che se io lo desiderassi, loro producono anche l'olio di mandorle puro al 100%, senza profumo. Questo veramente puro al 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché la legge consente di scrivere 100% vegetale, quando non è 100% vegetale, dal momento che vi sono contenute percentuali (seppur minime) di chimica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purtroppo non ci si può fidare né della legge, né a questo punto della marca che non segue quella che una volta era la deontologia professionale. Se la legge non tutela la mia salute, posso quindi fidarmi di una azienda che dichiara il falso (ovviamente&amp;nbsp;dal mio punto di vista) pur rispettando le leggi?&lt;br /&gt;Se la regola del 100% vegetale la applico su un prodotto e riscontro che ciò non è vero, qui mi cade la serietà di tutta la società che la produce, perché essa si affida di più alle regole della legge che non alle regole della morale. E da qui, anche l'olio che viene dichiarato veramente al 100% vegetale non è più al 100% vegetale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-w5sgTtdiI/TyztoxirXYI/AAAAAAAAApg/H-8jm_jbPmY/s1600/Foto+del+34434838-02-2455962+alle+09%253A33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-w5sgTtdiI/TyztoxirXYI/AAAAAAAAApg/H-8jm_jbPmY/s320/Foto+del+34434838-02-2455962+alle+09%253A33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nella spiega è scritto bene in grande che l'olio è puro al 100%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-4043033212697428017?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4043033212697428017/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4043033212697428017&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4043033212697428017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4043033212697428017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/02/100-vegetale.html' title='100% vegetale'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poDn4xpdS7A/TyztmokK7EI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bRKW9GKGyVM/s72-c/Foto+del+34400675-02-2455962+alle+09:33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7514998212286376320</id><published>2012-02-02T08:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:27:43.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>presentazione di Gesù</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4uSWE6qRUw/Tyo4qtALY8I/AAAAAAAAAok/2lLJ_LYtIEk/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4uSWE6qRUw/Tyo4qtALY8I/AAAAAAAAAok/2lLJ_LYtIEk/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi tutte le statuine del presepio si sono spostate in città per la presentazione di Gesù al tempio.&lt;br /&gt;Non avendo un tempio a disposizione, ho adagiato Gesù al posto del pozzo dell'acqua, dove la via formava una croce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn0H9l2rWJs/Tyo47SMam9I/AAAAAAAAAos/hd-7FDCyJGA/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn0H9l2rWJs/Tyo47SMam9I/AAAAAAAAAos/hd-7FDCyJGA/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjXVsBnAWdI/Tyo5OFgZQ2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/-caBCrSO8Q8/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjXVsBnAWdI/Tyo5OFgZQ2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/-caBCrSO8Q8/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" width="320" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da santa Angela da Foligno:&lt;/b&gt; E la voce parlò dicendomi: « Ecco il momento in cui Maria, Vergine e Regina, viene al tempio con suo Figlio». Nella mia estasi, vidi entrare la Regina e si presentò davanti a me, tremante di rispetto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Io esitavo: avevo timore di avvicinarmi, ma lei mi rassicurò e porgendomi Gesù, mi disse «Tu che ami mio Figlio, ricevi colui che ami.» E lo posò tra le mie braccia ; era avvolto in fasce e teneva gli occhi chiusi come se dormisse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;D'un tratto il bimbo si svegliò nelle mie braccia, le sue fasce erano cadute, aprì e sollevò gli occhi. Gesù mi guardò, con un solo colpo d'occhio mi sovrastò, vincendomi in maniera assoluta. Lo splendore usciva dai suoi occhi e la sua gioia brillava come una fiamma accecante. Allora apparve nella sua immensa maestà e, ineffabile, mi disse: «Colui che non mi ha mai visto piccino, giammai mi vedrà grande.» E aggiunse: «Sono venuto a te e mi offro a te perché tu ti sei offerta a me.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XtXtiZ5k4g/Tyo5eSg8QnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zx8aqt2TvBQ/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XtXtiZ5k4g/Tyo5eSg8QnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zx8aqt2TvBQ/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anVzHlWhZFA/Tyo5ut_MgWI/AAAAAAAAApE/nX1vAQnlklk/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anVzHlWhZFA/Tyo5ut_MgWI/AAAAAAAAApE/nX1vAQnlklk/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" width="320" /&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: left;"&gt;Un approfondimento alla liturgia &lt;a href="http://liturgia.silvestrini.org/commento/2012-02-02.html" target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7514998212286376320?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7514998212286376320/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7514998212286376320&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7514998212286376320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7514998212286376320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/02/presentazione-di-gesu.html' title='presentazione di Gesù'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4uSWE6qRUw/Tyo4qtALY8I/AAAAAAAAAok/2lLJ_LYtIEk/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3982945561337049331</id><published>2012-01-31T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:37:21.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disegno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>skype</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Qualche giorno fa abbiamo realizzato questo video utilizzando skype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ci ho messo una musica di Silvia Caracristi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;L'oggetto era un segnalibro ritrovato dopo molti anni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E il soggetto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/MkHYD3s-g44/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkHYD3s-g44?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkHYD3s-g44?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3982945561337049331?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3982945561337049331/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3982945561337049331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3982945561337049331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3982945561337049331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/skype.html' title='skype'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7368360190301508274</id><published>2012-01-30T10:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:18:59.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>splinder</title><content type='html'>Domani 31 gennaio 2012, sarà l'ultimo giorno di Splinder, la&amp;nbsp;piattaforma blog sviluppata dal 2001.&lt;br /&gt;Io mi ero iscritto nell'ottobre 2003. Ho ancora la mail di conferma.&lt;br /&gt;Questa è stata la mia ultima homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19B6UOga0v0/TyZesEDVrHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8k4NSBIZKo8/s1600/Schermata+2012-01-30+a+08.28.59.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19B6UOga0v0/TyZesEDVrHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8k4NSBIZKo8/s320/Schermata+2012-01-30+a+08.28.59.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blog Splinder&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da Wikipedia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Splinder nacque da un’idea di Marco Palombi, che nel 2001 parlava sul suo blog di &lt;i&gt;"The lonely net"&lt;/i&gt;, la rete solitaria. La riflessione alla base era che visitando i siti si era sostanzialmente soli, e veniva spontaneo chiedersi cosa stessero facendo quelli che contemporaneamente stavano leggendo le stesse parole. Una prima intuizione fu quella di creare soluzioni di messaggistica istantanea e cioè tecnologie che permettessero alle persone di comunicare facilmente e in maniera immediata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Splinder dedicava una certa attenzione alla comunità dei suoi iscritti, con strumenti pensati per facilitare la comunicazione e lo scambio di opinioni con strumenti di chat, la funzione di vetrina svolta dalla home page di Splinder ed altre pagine per mettere in evidenza utenti e contenuti pubblicati.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Dal 2001 al 2006, i membri del team di Splinder hanno lavorato in remoto, ciascuno dalla propria città (Cagliari, Napoli, Milano, Como, Gaeta) utilizzando gli stessi strumenti di chat della piattaforma come principale mezzo di comunicazione.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Splinder è sostanzialmente frutto di 5 tesi di laurea.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;La parola "Splinder" non ha alcun significato; anni addietro qualcuno associava il termine a "splendente", tanto che era comune la locuzione "Splinder splindente". C'è chi propone un'origine dall'inglese "splinter" che significa "scheggia".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agli inizi della piattaforma, esisteva un "Inno di Splinder".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Questa invece era la mia pagina degli "amici". Devo ammettere che questa funzione degli "amici" da aggiungere non l'ho mai utilizzata molto, in quanto c'erano dei blog che seguivo, tra i preferiti senza però essere stati inseriti nella lista "amici".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVbtcofPrvU/TyZf20X-PpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/6giJJrsMo_I/s1600/Schermata+2012-01-30+a+08.29.30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVbtcofPrvU/TyZf20X-PpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/6giJJrsMo_I/s640/Schermata+2012-01-30+a+08.29.30.png" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Splinder "amici"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7368360190301508274?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7368360190301508274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7368360190301508274&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7368360190301508274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7368360190301508274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/splinder.html' title='splinder'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19B6UOga0v0/TyZesEDVrHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8k4NSBIZKo8/s72-c/Schermata+2012-01-30+a+08.28.59.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6249158577863585611</id><published>2012-01-25T16:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:22:43.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>il volto di Cristo</title><content type='html'>Ricevo oggi con la liturgia dei monaci Benedettini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Solo se veri contemplatori del volto di Cristo, potremo diventarne il riflesso e farlo "vedere" agli uomini del nostro tempo". Così il beato Giovanni Paolo II nel Novo Millennio ineunte..., e aggiunge che la nostra fede sarebbe estremamente povera se noi per primi non fossimo contemplatori del Volto di Cristo. Noi, credenti infatti, scorgiamo in quel volto le sembianze umano-divine che ci svelano, nel modo più evidente possibile per noi esseri umani, la bellezza e l'amore del Padre celeste. Ci ricordano l'incarnazione del Verbo, la sua passione morte e risurrezione. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;È quindi per tutti motivo di profonda venerazione, e le immagini che ce lo raffigurano, cominciando da quella della Sindone, sono a noi particolarmente care, sono motivo di culto, smuovono la nostra devozione, alimentano la nostra fede che ha ispirato in particolare il carisma della Riparazione. La nostra Chiesa monastica è santuario del Volto Santo di Nostro Signore Gesù Cristo. Oltre noi Monaci, tantissimi fedeli ivi contemplano il Volto di Gesù con profondo amore e con la più viva gratitudine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;La notizia dello spettacolo nefando e blasfemo in programma a Milano dal 24 al 28 Gennaio, nel quale in modo ignobile viene imbrattato il Volto di Gesù, una gigantografia dell'opera di Antonello da Messina, suscita sdegno, indignazione, profondo dolore ma soprattutto questo è il nostro suggerimento, la volontà di fare concreti gesti di riparazione. La nostra Chiesa santuario resta aperta a singoli e ai gruppi che volessero intrattenersi in contemplazione del Volto di Gesù.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Giovedì p.v. dalle ore 17 celebreremo una adorazione eucaristica che si concluderà con la santa Messa.&lt;br /&gt;Chiunque ci legge potrà offrire speciali preghiere soprattutto nei giorni su indicati. La giaculatoria che suggeriamo, più che mai urgente in queste circostanze. è: "Santo Volto di Gesù, guardaci con misericordia!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CCZ35miAX24" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6249158577863585611?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6249158577863585611/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6249158577863585611&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6249158577863585611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6249158577863585611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-volto-di-cristo.html' title='il volto di Cristo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CCZ35miAX24/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total><georss:featurename>Milano, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.463681 9.1881714</georss:point><georss:box>45.3745885 9.0302429 45.5527735 9.3460999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1420873678877288662</id><published>2012-01-23T10:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:31:54.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>le colline sono in fiore</title><content type='html'>Caspita, oggi ho trovato questi due video, di una canzone che non avevo mai udito di Gigliola Cinquetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una canzone è la versione giapponese di quella italiana. (Metto prima quella giapponese perché è la prima che ho ascoltato)&lt;br /&gt;Della versione italiana mi ha incantato l'immagine, di quella donna sospesa nel suo vestitino rosso, sul prato, con le montagne azzurre sullo sfondo. Anche la versione italiana è una immagine bloccata. Canta ma non si muove. Guarda in alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mondo sospeso nel canto d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2V7BHcbITO4" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yQDqaN-QAbY" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1420873678877288662?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1420873678877288662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1420873678877288662&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1420873678877288662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1420873678877288662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-colline-sono-in-fiore.html' title='le colline sono in fiore'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2V7BHcbITO4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total><georss:featurename>Giappone</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.204824 138.252924</georss:point><georss:box>23.145487000000003 118.03808000000001 49.264161 158.467768</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3656686809649696154</id><published>2012-01-19T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:23:18.283+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><title type='text'>i due sassolini azzurri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YmWk0IrfLJo" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Un racconto di &lt;b&gt;Bruno Ferrero&lt;/b&gt; tratto da &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libreriadelsanto.it/libri/9788801035810/365-piccole-storie-per-lanima.html" target="_blank"&gt;365 Piccole storie per l'anima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Ed Elledici.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(L'ho un po' sintetizzata. La versione completa la si può tranquillamente trovare in internet)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Due sassolini stavano nel torrente in mezzo a migliaia di altri sassi, eppure si distinguevano da tutti gli altri. Perché erano di un intenso colore azzurro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loro due sapevano benissimo di essere i più bei sassi del torrente e se ne vantavano dal mattino alla sera.&amp;nbsp;«Noi siamo i figli del cielo!... Noi abbiamo il sangue blu!».&amp;nbsp;Erano insomma due sassi boriosi e insopportabili. «Finiremo certamente incastonati in qualche collana insieme ad altre pietre preziose come noi».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mattino una mano entrò nell'acqua e raccolse i due sassolini azzurri.&lt;br /&gt;«Evviva!», gridarono i due all'unisono. «Si parte!». Finirono in una scatola di cartone insieme ad altri sassi colorati.&amp;nbsp;I due sassolini furono sballottati di qua e di là, cambiarono spesso scatola, furono spesso soppesati e palpati da mani ruvide. Rimasero ultimi nella scatola.&lt;br /&gt;Poi una mano li prese e li schiacciò contro il muro in mezzo ad altri sassolini, in un letto di cemento tremendamente appiccicoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due sonore martellate li fecero affondare ancora di più, dentro il cemento.&lt;br /&gt;Piansero, supplicarono, minacciarono. Non ci fu niente da fare. I due sassolini azzurri si ritrovarono inchiodati al muro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I due sassolini azzurri erano sempre più arrabbiati e non pensavano che ad una cosa: fuggire. Fecero amicizia con un filo d'acqua, che scorreva ogni tanto su di loro e gli dissero: «Infiltrati sotto di noi, per piacere. E staccaci da questo maledetto muro».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'acqua fece del suo meglio e dopo qualche mese i sassolini già ballavano un po' nella loro nicchia di cemento.&amp;nbsp;Finalmente i due sassolini caddero per terra. «Siamo liberi!».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mentre erano sul pavimento lanciarono un'occhiata verso quella che era stata la loro prigione.&lt;br /&gt;«Ooooh!». La luce della luna che entrava da una grande finestra illuminava uno splendido mosaico. Migliaia di sassolini colorati e dorati formavano la figura di Nostro Signore. Era il più bel Gesù che i due sassolini avessero mai visto. Ma il volto... il dolce volto del Signore, aveva qualcosa di strano. Sembrava quello di un cieco. Ai suoi occhi mancavano le pupille!&lt;br /&gt;«Oh, no!». I due sassolini azzurri compresero. Loro erano le pupille di Gesù. Chissà come stavano bene, come brillavano, come erano ammirati, lassù.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimpiansero amaramente la loro decisione. Quanto erano stati insensati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q4gKqifc-ZQ" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cercando il video da aggiungere al racconto, ho scoperto &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/silviacaracristi" target="_blank"&gt;Silvia Caracristi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, che canta &lt;b&gt;Pezzi di Cielo&lt;/b&gt;. L'altro video 10 dicembre è mio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3656686809649696154?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3656686809649696154/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3656686809649696154&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3656686809649696154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3656686809649696154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-due-sassolini-azzurri.html' title='i due sassolini azzurri'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YmWk0IrfLJo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4347977542662967467</id><published>2012-01-18T14:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:25:16.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>sciagura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;La tragedia del Concordia naufragato il 13 gennaio 2012, è uno specchio della situazione politica italiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Berlusconi-Bossi, come il capitano&amp;nbsp;Schettino,&amp;nbsp;si divertivano e nascondevano la catastrofe morale, sociale e finanziaria al Paese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se si fosse intervenuto immediatamente, probabilmente i morti sarebbero stati meno. Ma dalle prime ricostruzioni sono trascorsi circa 45 minuti prima che fosse ammessa la sciagura e le proprie responsabilità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" 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title='sciagura'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total><georss:featurename>Isola del Giglio</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.3536308 10.901604</georss:point><georss:box>42.3066933 10.822640000000002 42.400568299999996 10.980568</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-575600123663138125</id><published>2012-01-17T13:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:49:18.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><title type='text'>baffi</title><content type='html'>Non capisco perché mia zia debba sempre tenersi i baffi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che poi non abita in un paesello, ma sta in una città.&lt;br /&gt;Da giovane o da più anziana è sempre stata così.&lt;br /&gt;Boh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-575600123663138125?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/575600123663138125/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=575600123663138125&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/575600123663138125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/575600123663138125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/baffi.html' title='baffi'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6341891020002113738</id><published>2012-01-13T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:17:47.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>polaroid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Una mia immagine realizzata da &lt;a href="http://www.lucascarabelli.it/" target="_blank"&gt;Luca Scarabelli&lt;/a&gt; per il suo progetto &lt;a href="http://ildigiunodegliocchipolaroid.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Il digiuno degli occhi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Era una polaroid scattata nel 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0BqEBB4-lw/Tw_zkjJSdAI/AAAAAAAAAno/npfgbzEKDX8/s1600/Riccardo+Paracchini+polaroid+2009+72dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0BqEBB4-lw/Tw_zkjJSdAI/AAAAAAAAAno/npfgbzEKDX8/s400/Riccardo+Paracchini+polaroid+2009+72dpi.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6341891020002113738?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6341891020002113738/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6341891020002113738&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6341891020002113738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6341891020002113738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/polaroid.html' title='polaroid'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0BqEBB4-lw/Tw_zkjJSdAI/AAAAAAAAAno/npfgbzEKDX8/s72-c/Riccardo+Paracchini+polaroid+2009+72dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6828210307876581771</id><published>2012-01-12T20:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:56:24.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><title type='text'>infibulazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stliq.com/c/l/7/70/12768992_culturale-anche-in-italia-praticata-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://stliq.com/c/l/7/70/12768992_culturale-anche-in-italia-praticata-0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ieri ho trovato alcune notizie circa l'infibulazione.&lt;br /&gt;In Italia ogni anno circa 4000 bambine subiscono la mutilazione genitale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stliq.com/c/l/c/c6/17784878_la-privazione-del-piacere-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://stliq.com/c/l/c/c6/17784878_la-privazione-del-piacere-8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siamo il Paese occidentale con il più alto tasso di donne che hanno subito tale pratica.&lt;br /&gt;Un dettaglio, è che questa pratica è eseguita spesso dalle stesse donne che l'hanno subita, senza interrompere la catena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stliq.com/c/l/c/c6/17784878_la-privazione-del-piacere-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://stliq.com/c/l/c/c6/17784878_la-privazione-del-piacere-4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si può affermare che la pratica dell'infibulazione sia un'operazione satanica, in quanto nega il progetto di Dio, la bellezza del creato di Dio, nega la dignità delle persone.&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;a href="http://stliq.com/c/l/c/c6/17784878_la-privazione-del-piacere-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://stliq.com/c/l/c/c6/17784878_la-privazione-del-piacere-0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gli uomini (anche come genere Umano) impongono una mutilazione legata al controllo ed alla sottomissione della donna.&lt;br /&gt;Viene imposta una mutilazione fisica tremenda e dolorosa, con implicazioni sulla vita immediata e futura, arrivando a negare appunto la bellezza di Dio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv2k7z4DHPk/TJSS6cRac7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/eOY-Fn_4R3U/s400/bambina_infibulazione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv2k7z4DHPk/TJSS6cRac7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/eOY-Fn_4R3U/s320/bambina_infibulazione.jpg" width="320" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6828210307876581771?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6828210307876581771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6828210307876581771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6828210307876581771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6828210307876581771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/infibulazione.html' title='infibulazione'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv2k7z4DHPk/TJSS6cRac7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/eOY-Fn_4R3U/s72-c/bambina_infibulazione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3963088585415791654</id><published>2012-01-11T12:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:43:33.906+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>matrimoniale</title><content type='html'>È sempre lo stesso matrimonio del post precedente. Non uno nuovo!&lt;br /&gt;Ciò è per condividere un altro video che mi segnalò &lt;a href="http://asuaimmagine.blogspot.com/2012/01/luce-delle-nozze.html" target="_blank"&gt;Antonietta&lt;/a&gt; nel suo &lt;a href="http://asuaimmagine.blogspot.com/2012/01/luce-delle-nozze.html" target="_blank"&gt;a sua immagine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;È un video di meditazione assai interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LGoDFtUn5r4" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3963088585415791654?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3963088585415791654/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3963088585415791654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3963088585415791654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3963088585415791654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/matrimoniale.html' title='matrimoniale'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LGoDFtUn5r4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7348966050429576305</id><published>2012-01-09T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:51:09.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>matrimoniali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mi piace copiare anche io questo video che &lt;a href="http://asuaimmagine.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-storia-del-girasole.html" target="_blank"&gt;Antonietta&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ha già messo nel suo &lt;a href="http://asuaimmagine.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-storia-del-girasole.html" target="_blank"&gt;blog a sua immagine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ella lo ha chiamato la storia del girasole. La vita di una coppia può essere paragonata al seme di un girasole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zJaON25YBYo" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7348966050429576305?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7348966050429576305/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7348966050429576305&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7348966050429576305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7348966050429576305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/matrimoniali.html' title='matrimoniali'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zJaON25YBYo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7516283136039516498</id><published>2012-01-08T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:30:11.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sogni'/><title type='text'>sogni</title><content type='html'>Questa notte sognai una ragazza che incontrai molti anni fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;La riconobbi dai suoi occhi da cerbiatta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(La pettinatura era normale, non quella degli ultimi anni, ma è un dettaglio)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gli occhi mi colpirono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eravamo su una strada.&lt;br /&gt;Mi avvicinai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Le dissi «Abbracciami».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mi disse senza dire nulla "Non posso, non ce la faccio".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Allora mi avvicinai, entrai nei suoi occhi, la abbracciai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ella rimase immobile, con le braccia giù.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sentimmo un gran caldo, una grande pace. Conoscevamo che eravamo felici, in pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Era una benedizione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*+*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oggi:&amp;nbsp;«Tu sei il Figlio mio, l’amato: in te ho posto il mio compiacimento».&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7516283136039516498?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7516283136039516498/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7516283136039516498&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7516283136039516498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7516283136039516498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/sogni.html' title='sogni'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-9223008414725412647</id><published>2012-01-06T21:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:50:14.795+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><title type='text'>Presepi</title><content type='html'>Visti oggi.&lt;br /&gt;Li ho ripresi e ci ho fatto 2 brevi video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0rMZsxOiOKw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G004HZaDhkI" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-9223008414725412647?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/9223008414725412647/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=9223008414725412647&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/9223008414725412647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/9223008414725412647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/presepi.html' title='Presepi'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0rMZsxOiOKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8936803026630159357</id><published>2012-01-06T16:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:30:58.502+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuvole'/><title type='text'>Epifania 2</title><content type='html'>Mentre nel pomeriggio andavo in chiesa per il bacio a Gesù bambino.&lt;br /&gt;Improvvisamente una coda.&lt;br /&gt;Mi fermo, guardo in cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono tre nuvolette grigie e una bianca.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo meglio. Le tre nuvolette scure sono quasi in cerchio. Sono ad un livello più basso.&lt;br /&gt;Più in alto nel cielo, dietro di esse, c'è una nuvola bianca più grande. Essa ha come una velatura al centro, come fosse più rarefatta e trasparente, e al suo interno è come a forma di cuore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8936803026630159357?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8936803026630159357/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8936803026630159357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8936803026630159357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8936803026630159357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/epifania-2.html' title='Epifania 2'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5285745559521648556</id><published>2012-01-06T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:06:11.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Epifania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6DXAlrIRiS8/TwavzbRtIPI/AAAAAAAAAls/B-ynSv7aeRc/s1600/IMG_7162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6DXAlrIRiS8/TwavzbRtIPI/AAAAAAAAAls/B-ynSv7aeRc/s320/IMG_7162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbC-OKd9Q-Y/Twav18mnoVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rdbgmkBRNZE/s1600/IMG_7163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbC-OKd9Q-Y/Twav18mnoVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rdbgmkBRNZE/s320/IMG_7163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzdw5-_yupA/Twav4mUdN5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7PaTt5JCid8/s1600/IMG_7164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzdw5-_yupA/Twav4mUdN5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7PaTt5JCid8/s320/IMG_7164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOoHd2WKOJI/Twav7L1h-qI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NlALivjHJ-I/s1600/IMG_7165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOoHd2WKOJI/Twav7L1h-qI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NlALivjHJ-I/s320/IMG_7165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXiA37LAR04/Twav9zTpQbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WRIuldHN5KQ/s1600/IMG_7167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXiA37LAR04/Twav9zTpQbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WRIuldHN5KQ/s320/IMG_7167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asCM_lpDGVw/TwawAe1ynqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/O515eCG4ElE/s1600/IMG_7168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asCM_lpDGVw/TwawAe1ynqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/O515eCG4ElE/s320/IMG_7168.JPG" width="320" /&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;Il paese si è svuotato. La piazza è rimasta vuota. La strada indica la via verso la Luce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Qualcuno si attarda ancora nel cammino. Ma presto arriverà.&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romano il Melode (+ verso 560)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inno I sulla natività, 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salvatore, salva il mondo: è per questo che sei venuto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Restaura tutta la tua opera: è per questo che hai brillato davanti a me, davanti ai magi e a tutta la creazione.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vedi: i magi, ai quali hai mostrato la luce del tuo viso, sono ai tuoi piedi e ti portano degli utili regali, belli e rari; io ne ho bisogno, perché dovrò partire per l'Egitto e fuggire con te e per te, figlio mio, mia guida, tu che mi hai creato, che mi hai arricchita, mio piccolo bambino, Dio prima dei secoli.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Domani 7 gennaio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;è il Natale Ortodosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Buon Natale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5285745559521648556?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5285745559521648556/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5285745559521648556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5285745559521648556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5285745559521648556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/epifania.html' title='Epifania'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6DXAlrIRiS8/TwavzbRtIPI/AAAAAAAAAls/B-ynSv7aeRc/s72-c/IMG_7162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-763779954004936720</id><published>2012-01-01T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:41:41.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>anno che verrà</title><content type='html'>Inizia un nuovo anno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmJ_uFBKDO0/Tv7slE7lbFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/i6zU6uG_umI/s1600/1964-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmJ_uFBKDO0/Tv7slE7lbFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/i6zU6uG_umI/s400/1964-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1964, Riccardo con la mamma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMPolRkEOCc/Tv7sse3ZA6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/elbIFWRP_5s/s1600/1964-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMPolRkEOCc/Tv7sse3ZA6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/elbIFWRP_5s/s400/1964-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1964, con la mamma e la nonna Maria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2-693PuyRo/Tv7tmdv77cI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WH99qXD8OAc/s1600/1964-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2-693PuyRo/Tv7tmdv77cI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WH99qXD8OAc/s400/1964-20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al mare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuUW8G39pV0/Tv7ttQQcUfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/h4aUTW8WmxA/s1600/1964-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuUW8G39pV0/Tv7ttQQcUfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/h4aUTW8WmxA/s400/1964-21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1964 al mare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIslFZyD7zo/Tv7t6lCexhI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BGkY95DN-74/s1600/1964-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIslFZyD7zo/Tv7t6lCexhI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BGkY95DN-74/s400/1964-23.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In spiaggia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWHej0kJaRA/Tv7uBwimsWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rXqokiT-wkQ/s1600/1964-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWHej0kJaRA/Tv7uBwimsWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rXqokiT-wkQ/s400/1964-26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al mare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stFj3f8US-g/Tv7ubJ0j_JI/AAAAAAAAAkk/kQTcJxEz1ng/s1600/1964-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stFj3f8US-g/Tv7ubJ0j_JI/AAAAAAAAAkk/kQTcJxEz1ng/s400/1964-46.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mio fratello Enrico mi spalma la crema in testa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiA5_cyvG6o/Tv7uHyLYiII/AAAAAAAAAkM/lB6Qm2bKJ6E/s1600/1964-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiA5_cyvG6o/Tv7uHyLYiII/AAAAAAAAAkM/lB6Qm2bKJ6E/s400/1964-35.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In giardino con la nonna Maria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DjvTNUaq1o/Tv7tzOadqFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JOC6MImxbP0/s1600/1964-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DjvTNUaq1o/Tv7tzOadqFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JOC6MImxbP0/s400/1964-22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In braccio alla nonna Maria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLlmEQXLeac/Tv7uOX7409I/AAAAAAAAAkU/flIpOuUBmrY/s1600/1964-41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLlmEQXLeac/Tv7uOX7409I/AAAAAAAAAkU/flIpOuUBmrY/s400/1964-41.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;La nonna Maria mi tiene in piedi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ThXnWPzSE/Tv7uU8oCqJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-JvU2YwIijU/s1600/1964-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ThXnWPzSE/Tv7uU8oCqJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-JvU2YwIijU/s400/1964-44.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;La nonna Maria veglia sul mio sonno&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF1wDVPhPcU/Tv7uiaJTFdI/AAAAAAAAAks/2hoozjYzJ2o/s1600/1964-47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF1wDVPhPcU/Tv7uiaJTFdI/AAAAAAAAAks/2hoozjYzJ2o/s400/1964-47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In braccio alla mamma, con mio fratello Enrico&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KxNFgesdBs/Tv7uoroQ4QI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UGonv2ZbrZQ/s1600/1964-49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KxNFgesdBs/Tv7uoroQ4QI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UGonv2ZbrZQ/s400/1964-49.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nella foto anche mio fratello Enrico e la zia Rita&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS_OE9okaIE/Tv7tf9B7yoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/CdzzutrJllg/s1600/1964-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS_OE9okaIE/Tv7tf9B7yoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/CdzzutrJllg/s400/1964-15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nel girello&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXO-fl8-n44/Tv7tYSgBA5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MzpHJfJQLaw/s1600/1964-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXO-fl8-n44/Tv7tYSgBA5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MzpHJfJQLaw/s400/1964-11.jpg" width="400" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A queste immagini del 1964 aggiungo degli appunti dall'omelia dell'altro giorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'amore è un dialogo, un incontro continuo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dio è Amore. Dio ci creò e ci crea perché ci ama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malgrado il peccato e quindi il nostro tradimento originale, Dio non cancellò l'umanità (avrebbe potuto dire rifacciamo un altro gioco, un altro modello...), ma continuò ad amare l'Uomo, a cercarlo, a volerne la sua salvezza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'Amore è un dialogo, un dare e ricevere. Dio che è Amore offre e dà in ogni istante l'Amore perché il Bene esige questo. Anche se l'Uomo lo tradisce, Dio deve in ogni modo cercare la salvezza del suo amato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-763779954004936720?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/763779954004936720/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=763779954004936720&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/763779954004936720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/763779954004936720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2012/01/lanno-che-verra.html' title='anno che verrà'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmJ_uFBKDO0/Tv7slE7lbFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/i6zU6uG_umI/s72-c/1964-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total><georss:featurename>Arona NO, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.7569836 8.5599515</georss:point><georss:box>45.7126696 8.480987500000001 45.8012976 8.6389155</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4234724693862044540</id><published>2011-12-27T18:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:09:26.964+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Mistica delle Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9RW2bu_M9k/Tvn7eEDROkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UgIadeIvB0w/s1600/Schermata+2011-12-27+a+18.19.06.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9RW2bu_M9k/Tvn7eEDROkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UgIadeIvB0w/s320/Schermata+2011-12-27+a+18.19.06.png" width="246" /&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;Regalo di Natale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo libro si chiama “Mistica delle Rose”, e nelle intenzioni vorrebbe essere una raccolta di testi poetici e spirituali, scritti da Riccardo Paracchini me medesimo tra il 1988 e il 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Poesia è un termine un po’ eccessivo, ma è per intenderci. Sono pensieri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ae7ea1e5-b8c8-ced9-7bbf-b2c472ea8ab4" style="height: 276px; width: 420px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v2/IssuuReader.swf?mode=mini&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;shareMenuEnabled=false&amp;amp;backgroundColor=%23222222&amp;amp;documentId=111205123706-6c1fe7d318214d409a04fd4cd8578ec5" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v2/IssuuReader.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" wmode="transparent" style="width:420px;height:276px" flashvars="mode=mini&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;shareMenuEnabled=false&amp;amp;backgroundColor=%23222222&amp;amp;documentId=111205123706-6c1fe7d318214d409a04fd4cd8578ec5" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/paracchini/docs/mistica_rose"&gt;http://issuu.com/paracchini/docs/mistica_rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-4234724693862044540?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4234724693862044540/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4234724693862044540&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4234724693862044540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4234724693862044540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/mistica-delle-rose.html' title='Mistica delle Rose'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9RW2bu_M9k/Tvn7eEDROkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UgIadeIvB0w/s72-c/Schermata+2011-12-27+a+18.19.06.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4261969749764968119</id><published>2011-12-25T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:51:58.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventi'/><title type='text'>Natale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ngT9CDRM9A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tgyLIcnjqM/TvYH5fpt5II/AAAAAAAAAfg/3ESM1mHaUR0/s1600/image001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buon Natale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Il Signore venne in lei per farsi servo.&lt;br /&gt;Il Verbo venne in lei per tacere nel suo seno.&lt;br /&gt;Il fulmine venne in lei per non fare rumore alcuno.&lt;br /&gt;Il pastore venne in lei ed ecco l'Agnello nato, che sommessamente piange.&lt;br /&gt;Poiché il seno di Maria ha capovolto i ruoli:&lt;br /&gt;Colui che creò tutte le cose ne è entrato in possesso, ma povero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Altissimo venne in lei (Maria), ma vi entrò umile.&lt;br /&gt;Lo splendore venne in lei, ma vestito con panni umili.&lt;br /&gt;Colui che elargisce tutte le cose conobbe la fame.&lt;br /&gt;Colui che abbevera tutti conobbe la sete.&lt;br /&gt;Nudo e spogliato uscì da lei, egli che riveste (di bellezza) tutte le cose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sant'Efrem, Inno "De Nativitate"11, 6-8.&lt;br /&gt;(dato da Benedetto XVI in occasione dell'Udienza generale del 28. 11.2007)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7043868936927100352-4261969749764968119?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4261969749764968119/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4261969749764968119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4261969749764968119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4261969749764968119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/natale.html' title='Natale'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tgyLIcnjqM/TvYH5fpt5II/AAAAAAAAAfg/3ESM1mHaUR0/s72-c/image001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8444205594431259662</id><published>2011-12-24T11:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:40:44.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>generazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AO3b6ihtUtc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orwn0AhWq7I/TvWrXNkbiAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/p_IOdXLWox8/s1600/Schermata+2011-12-24+a+11.48.26.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Riallacciandomi in parte anche al post di &lt;a href="http://guspensiero.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-capo-della-mafia-di-gerico.html" target="_blank"&gt;Nonsonogus su&amp;nbsp;Guspensiero&lt;/a&gt;, mi sentivo di riflettere mentre andavo in auto nella notte stellata, su come la Storia di Dio sia una continua generazione, un parto continuo, un sacrificio continuo. Senza fine. Non è un evento limitato a 2000 anni fa, o all'inizio della creazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Ma quell'incontro non sarebbe vero, sarebbe come se non fosse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace; font-size: 16px;"&gt;avvenuto duemila anni fa, se non potesse avvenire anche adesso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Un uomo non può aderire a Cristo se non percepisce che è vero oggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di come Gesù, Dio, Re dell'universo, nella sua infinità si sia incarnato in un bambino, facendosi essere inerme, di carne, nel ventre, nelle mani, nelle cure e nell'amore di una donna e di un uomo, di una madre e di un padre (quindi famiglia, quindi storia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca in poche parole di Spirito descrive il momento della nascita di Gesù. Senza parole immaginifiche e roboanti. Semplicemente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Doveva farsi censire insieme a Maria, sua sposa, che era incinta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Mentre si trovavano in quel luogo, si compirono per lei i giorni del parto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Diede alla luce il suo figlio primogenito, lo avvolse in fasce e lo pose in una mangiatoia, perché per loro non c'era posto nell'alloggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Maria che dà alla luce&amp;nbsp;Gesù&amp;nbsp;(si può vedere il riferimento all'incipit del Vangelo di Giovanni), lo avvolge con cura materna nelle fasce, lo protegge, e lo pone in una mangiatoia come offerta, come cibo di vita eterna. E quella sottolineatura: non c'era posto per loro.&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/7043868936927100352-8444205594431259662?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8444205594431259662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8444205594431259662&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8444205594431259662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8444205594431259662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/generazione.html' title='generazione'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orwn0AhWq7I/TvWrXNkbiAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/p_IOdXLWox8/s72-c/Schermata+2011-12-24+a+11.48.26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8345095572508981465</id><published>2011-12-23T21:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:17:33.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><title type='text'>presepio nel tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Il presepio del 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=mCr85AoCShg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAQ8strYGQ4/TvWmQhAVSGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4-wi-nmGEn8/s1600/Schermata+2011-12-24+a+11.26.47.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8345095572508981465?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8345095572508981465/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8345095572508981465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8345095572508981465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8345095572508981465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/presepio-2008.html' title='presepio nel tempo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAQ8strYGQ4/TvWmQhAVSGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4-wi-nmGEn8/s72-c/Schermata+2011-12-24+a+11.26.47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1513022957003240006</id><published>2011-12-22T20:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:14:49.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><title type='text'>meditazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAbsR3ufXhs/TvOBWuVfu2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/gDE602C7ku0/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAbsR3ufXhs/TvOBWuVfu2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/gDE602C7ku0/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silvano Fausti&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leggevo ieri nel libro di Silvano Fausti, sugli esercizi di sant'Ignazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Le tecniche di preghiera, in specie quelle orientali, rischiano di servire a trovare il proprio io invece di Dio.&lt;br /&gt;Il proprio benessere, pace e serenità, le proprie sensazioni e palpitazioni interiori, possono essere utili, ma non vanno confuse con la mistica.&lt;br /&gt;Non confondere Dio neanche con le tue vibrazioni dicendo parole magiche, quali "Ohm!" o mantra di qualunque tipo. Tutto ti può giovare alla salute; ti può anche aiutare, forse, a pregare, ma non sono né la salvezza né la preghiera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;La "pulsione mistica", come quella sessuale, può consumarsi in autoerotismo spirituale, finire nella ricerca del proprio piacere invece che sfociare nell'amore gratuito verso l'Altro. Questo fa la differenza tra paradiso e inferno, relazione con Dio e chiusura nell'io. I contemplativi del proprio io sono chiamati da Ruysbroeck "contemplativi di satana". La sete dei risultati sensibili sostituisce la sete di Dio e la fiducia riposta in essi elimina la fede in lui e nella sua parola.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Il libro è &lt;b&gt;Occasione o tentazione?&lt;/b&gt;, ed. Ancora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1513022957003240006?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1513022957003240006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1513022957003240006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1513022957003240006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1513022957003240006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/meditazione.html' title='meditazione'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAbsR3ufXhs/TvOBWuVfu2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/gDE602C7ku0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6219681119390358078</id><published>2011-12-17T15:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:24:54.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>presepio</title><content type='html'>Qualche immagine del mio presepio.&lt;br 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title='presepio'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr-acBsjIEw/TuylHqUc9XI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eBV1Tf4x9_U/s72-c/IMG_6898.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3017569625955502893</id><published>2011-12-16T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:50:57.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>foto Sofia</title><content type='html'>Ho dato la mia digitale a Sofia, 3 anni, e si è divertita nel farmi un po' di foto nella sua casa e in giro.&amp;nbsp;Quelle mosse 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho conosciuto questa storia, di un mio parente, un ramo molto lontano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egli era un padre passionista.&lt;br /&gt;Quando divenne anziano, si trovava in paese, e nel giorno in cui fu proclamato santo san Gabriele dell'Addolorata, ricordò che una volta aveva rimproverato il giovane Gabriele, perché aveva commesso uno sbaglio.&lt;br /&gt;La notte stessa morì per il dolore di aver rimproverato un santo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7353370900721178500?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7353370900721178500/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7353370900721178500&amp;isPopup=true' 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d&amp;#39;Italia TE, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.502517 13.660914</georss:point><georss:box>42.4088655 13.5029855 42.5961685 13.8188425</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8240730074758518380</id><published>2011-12-10T10:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:06:51.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>la gemma</title><content type='html'>Dio dall'inizio dell'eternità concepì e conservò una gemma.&lt;br /&gt;Questa gemma, assai preziosa, sarebbe servita per essere innestata nel tronco dell'umanità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kG9gRv3F6_8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kG9gRv3F6_8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oggi 10 dicembre, la Madonna di Loreto.&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/7043868936927100352-8240730074758518380?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8240730074758518380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8240730074758518380&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8240730074758518380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8240730074758518380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-gemma.html' title='la gemma'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8851690799674333787</id><published>2011-12-08T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:39:59.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Immacolata Concezione</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6lu7UifRHc/Tt-nPDDQ2kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZjC90wONNek/s1600/291793_2503827163452_1486187645_2903269_545073441_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6lu7UifRHc/Tt-nPDDQ2kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZjC90wONNek/s400/291793_2503827163452_1486187645_2903269_545073441_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urna del dogma dell'Immacolata Concezione 1854&lt;br /&gt;custodita ad Assisi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Un breve video nell'Ave Maria (musica di Tomas Luis de Victoria)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4MgJeQE0ro?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4MgJeQE0ro?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7043868936927100352-8851690799674333787?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8851690799674333787/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8851690799674333787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8851690799674333787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8851690799674333787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/immacolata-concezione.html' title='Immacolata Concezione'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6lu7UifRHc/Tt-nPDDQ2kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZjC90wONNek/s72-c/291793_2503827163452_1486187645_2903269_545073441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5541138762780620606</id><published>2011-12-07T11:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:58:38.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giornalismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>ici</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EJWWluCIC0/Tt9GtG9kLCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XIlpDV2q-AM/s1600/caritas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EJWWluCIC0/Tt9GtG9kLCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XIlpDV2q-AM/s400/caritas.jpg" width="400" /&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;Che strano. Sono due volte, in mesi diversi, che su Radio24 (vedi &lt;a href="http://www.ilsole24ore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sole24Ore&lt;/a&gt;) mi capita di sentire un notiziario in cui si accusa esplicitamente e implicitamente la Chiesa della crisi italiana, in quanto non paga l'Ici.&lt;br /&gt;La giornalista (con tono grave) fa capire che se la Chiesa pagasse l'Ici la crisi peserebbe di meno sul popolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri ho capito che i dati che vengono forniti e citati sono di un gruppo che è pro aborto, pro divorzio, pro droga, pro eutanasia (quindi abortista, divorzista, droghista, eutanasista...). I &lt;a href="http://www.radicali.it/" target="_blank"&gt;radicali&lt;/a&gt;. Il che la dice lunga sulla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno si arriverà per assurdo a dover rilasciare lo scontrino fiscale se si lascia un'offerta a messa. Chi va alla Caritas dovrà presentare la dichiarazione di povertà, e ovviamente relativa ricevuta se ha avuto assistenza e aiuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dossier:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.avvenire.it/Cronaca/Pagine/Ici.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Avvenire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5541138762780620606?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5541138762780620606/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5541138762780620606&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5541138762780620606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5541138762780620606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/ici.html' title='ici'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EJWWluCIC0/Tt9GtG9kLCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XIlpDV2q-AM/s72-c/caritas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total><georss:featurename>Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.87194 12.56738</georss:point><georss:box>35.826312 2.4599580000000003 47.917568 22.674802</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7027184409071692857</id><published>2011-12-05T11:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:58:48.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Bernardetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLZE7w15yow/Tt0EK7bpSwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WNK2ah2pb14/s1600/220px-Bernadette_Soubirous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLZE7w15yow/Tt0EK7bpSwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WNK2ah2pb14/s1600/220px-Bernadette_Soubirous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bernardetta Soubirous&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Era sera, la processione attraversava il paese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Davanti stava il crocifisso, e l'urna con la reliquia di santa Bernardetta, e l'Ave Maria, e il popolo orante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Arrivati al monastero, le campane suonarono a gioia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Il crocifisso, l'urna e la processione di uomini e donne varcò i cancelli del monastero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ci fermammo sulla curva del colle. Parve d'essere arrivati alla città Santa: tutti in piedi intonavamo l'Ave Maria, ognuno con il suo cero acceso: uomini, donne, malati fisici e spirituali. Tutti uguali. S'attendeva l'ingresso. Era un'attesa, ma fatta di un altro tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Finalmente le porte si aprirono.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Si entrò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Questo è un breve video con l'ingresso dell'urna all'interno della clausura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvVX1wUfubA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvVX1wUfubA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7043868936927100352-7027184409071692857?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7027184409071692857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7027184409071692857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7027184409071692857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7027184409071692857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/bernadetta.html' title='Bernardetta'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLZE7w15yow/Tt0EK7bpSwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WNK2ah2pb14/s72-c/220px-Bernadette_Soubirous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>Grandate, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.7737455 9.0623482</georss:point><georss:box>45.5965425 8.746491200000001 45.950948499999996 9.3782052</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2988052097874047481</id><published>2011-12-04T08:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salute'/><title type='text'>un cuore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUcsjphO1I/TtuDI7Gr8yI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_Wijg6obVJ0/s1600/DSC04376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUcsjphO1I/TtuDI7Gr8yI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_Wijg6obVJ0/s400/DSC04376.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il suo vestito per venire da me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ieri all'ospedale la Raffa mi vuole sentire i battiti cardiaci.&lt;br /&gt;Tasta il polso, non sente nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Tasta l'altro, non sente nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Tasta al collo, non sente nulla.&lt;br /&gt;«Ma tu non hai un cuore».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2988052097874047481?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2988052097874047481/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2988052097874047481&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2988052097874047481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2988052097874047481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-cuore.html' title='un cuore'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUcsjphO1I/TtuDI7Gr8yI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_Wijg6obVJ0/s72-c/DSC04376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mariano Comense</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.6973179 9.1786964</georss:point><georss:box>45.6529564 9.0997324 45.7416794 9.257660399999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6917169282027550830</id><published>2011-11-29T10:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>sentirsi amati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tLG2unUr_Y/TtSzTJrx5HI/AAAAAAAAAag/yyavCYt2164/s1600/Nouwen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tLG2unUr_Y/TtSzTJrx5HI/AAAAAAAAAag/yyavCYt2164/s1600/Nouwen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa estate finii di leggere &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.queriniana.it/libro/sentirsi-amati/1129" target="_blank"&gt;Sentirsi amati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, un libro di &lt;b&gt;Henri J.M. Nouwen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In breve, il libro nacque da un incontro, inizialmente un po' freddo e distaccato.&amp;nbsp;Che poi divenne un'amicizia.&lt;br /&gt;Fred chiese a Nouwen di spiegargli, a lui ed ai suoi amici secolarizzati di New York che vivono i ritmi della metropoli bla bla bla, di che cosa sia la spiritualità. Fred e i suoi amici sentivano con distacco i discorsi della chiesa, li sentivano inadeguati: chiedevano un messaggio comprensibile, reale, legato alla concretezza del loro vivere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Fred: «Se non lo fai tu, chi?... Vieni a trovarmi più spesso, parla con i miei amici, osserva con attenzione ciò che vedi e ascolta attentamente ciò che odi. Sentirai un grido sgorgare dalle profondità del cuore umano, un grido inascoltato perché non c'era nessuno ad ascoltarlo».&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nouwen cominciò quindi a scrivere queste meditazioni parlando direttamente al cuore, come è nel suo stile.&lt;br /&gt;La parola centrale è: Amato. Tu sei l'Amato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;«Non appena Gesù uscì dall'acqua, vide aprirsi i cieli e lo Spirito discendere su di lui come una colomba. E sentì una voce dal cielo: "Tu sei mio Figlio, l'Amato, in te mi sono compiaciuto"».&lt;/blockquote&gt;Il libro ci porta così verso l'ascolto di questa parola, del sentirsi amati, e del processo per diventare gli amati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Il rifiuto di se stessi è il più grande nemico della vita spirituale perché contraddice la voce sacra che ci chiama gli "Amati".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nouwen suddivide il cammino (e qui ci si potrebbe riallacciare all'altro suo libro &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibs.it/code/9788839913418/nouwen-henri-j-/abbraccio-benedicente-meditazion.html" target="_blank"&gt;L'abbraccio benedicente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) in quattro parole, quattro tappe:,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prendere&lt;/b&gt;, sentirsi scelti come gli Amati di Dio, e quindi riconoscere la nostra preziosità, unicità...;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benedire&lt;/b&gt;, dare una benedizione è confermare e dire «sì» che una persona è Amata, condividere questa unione nell'abbraccio di Dio, è il silenzioso ascolto della preghiera, e della Parola;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spezzare&lt;/b&gt;, cioè riconoscere il nostro dolore, la nostra fragilità, e in esso quello degli altri, la nostra uguaglianza che è unione. Negare il nostro essere spezzati non ci porta verso la guarigione. Porre l'essere spezzati sotto la luce della Scelta e della Benedizione. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dare&lt;/b&gt;, è condividere con gli altri, è l'esperienza di Cristo che si dona. Sia la gioia che la sofferenza sono parte del cammino.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckbuq3OSPbA/TtS0K9PDcVI/AAAAAAAAAao/zPZSSioEfIo/s1600/9788839913397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckbuq3OSPbA/TtS0K9PDcVI/AAAAAAAAAao/zPZSSioEfIo/s1600/9788839913397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nouwen era molto compiaciuto del risultato, ma il testo fu molto criticato. Fred e amici rimasero delusi perché era incomprensibile, per "convertiti", non per "secolari". Era un libro vuoto, che non diceva niente, era come tutte le prediche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inizialmente Nouwen pensò a tutto ciò come ad una sconfitta, perché non era riuscito a parlare al cuore di chi cercava delle risposte.&amp;nbsp;Nouwen aveva perso del tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Molto tempo dopo, alcuni amici di Washington cui aveva spedito il manoscritto lo chiamarono entusiasti, perché era riuscito a dare delle risposte, dei motivi per arricchire la loro vita di cristiani, nel porre delle riflessioni vive per la loro vita. E lo supplicarono di pubblicare il libro, perché avrebbe&amp;nbsp;sicuramente&amp;nbsp;aiutato e arricchito molti cristiani "impegnati". È il mistero di Dio, che si era servito dei suoi amici "secolari" per istruire i suoi discepoli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E per te?&lt;/b&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/7043868936927100352-6917169282027550830?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6917169282027550830/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6917169282027550830&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6917169282027550830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6917169282027550830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/sentirsi-amati.html' title='sentirsi amati'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tLG2unUr_Y/TtSzTJrx5HI/AAAAAAAAAag/yyavCYt2164/s72-c/Nouwen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total><georss:featurename>New York, Stati Uniti</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.7143528 -74.0059731</georss:point><georss:box>40.5217853 -74.3218301 40.9069203 -73.69011610000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-505755720260493624</id><published>2011-11-27T09:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>santuario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EumClEzFocY/TtNsg0KOpwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YVNHush73Yk/s1600/Logo+santuario.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EumClEzFocY/TtNsg0KOpwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YVNHush73Yk/s200/Logo+santuario.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Santuario Santissima Trinità Misericordia di Maccio, è stata istituito il servizio di web tv, per seguire le celebrazioni e i momenti di preghiera in diretta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitamisericordia.net/"&gt;www.trinitamisericordia.net&lt;/a&gt; o direttamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitamisericordia.net/appuntamenti/web-tv.html"&gt;www.trinitamisericordia.net/appuntamenti/web-tv.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="386" width="480"&gt;   &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cid=9370853&amp;amp;autoplay=false"/&gt; 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font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="FamigliaCristiana_FrontEnd_102438_ctl00_paragraphsReader_repParagraphs_ctl03_pParagrafo" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 0px; page-break-inside: avoid;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estratto da &lt;a href="http://www.famigliacristiana.it/volontariato/news_3/articolo/il-libro-nero-sul-welfare_231111172138.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;www.famigliacristiana.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dal 2007 in qua sono stati ridotti drasticamente i fondi per le politiche sociali, familiari e giovanili; azzerati quelli per la non autosufficienza e l'inclusione degli immigrati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="FamigliaCristiana_FrontEnd_102438_ctl00_paragraphsReader_repParagraphs_ctl03_pParagrafo" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 0px; page-break-inside: avoid;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Il giudizio sull’operato dell’esecutivo è del tutto negativo: «I provvedimenti adottati», notano le organizzazioni promotrici della campagna &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important;"&gt;I diritti alzano la voce"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;, «sono stati socialmente iniqui – colpendo le classi a basso e medio reddito e non toccando i privilegi e le ricchezze&amp;nbsp;-, puramente di facciata per quanto riguarda il rilancio dell’economia, pesantissimi nel campo delle politiche sociali, lasciando così il paese ancora più indifeso ed esposto alla crisi».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="FamigliaCristiana_FrontEnd_102438_ctl00_paragraphsReader_repParagraphs_ctl03_pParagrafo" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 0px; page-break-inside: avoid;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Viene sottolineato il fatto che&amp;nbsp;i nodi da affrontare con urgenza non sono solo quelli che riguardano i conti dello Stato, ma anche i 3 milioni di disoccupati, il progressivo impoverimento di fasce consistenti, e crescenti, di popolazione, l’iniqua distribuzione della ricchezza, l’abnorme evasione fiscale.&amp;nbsp;Sono questi i veri ostacoli allo sviluppo sociale ed economico dell’Italia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UYzAfIt9Sg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwSlX3z5G3k/Ts9z8NdkK5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5j987VA-W3o/s1600/IMG_5782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwSlX3z5G3k/Ts9z8NdkK5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5j987VA-W3o/s320/IMG_5782.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando quest'anno ci fu la festa del Sacro Cuore di Gesù, al monastero delle benedettine c'era l'esposizione eucaristica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sul muro si proiettava l'ombra, ed essa non aveva una forma circolare, bensì a cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'immagine sopra è una elaborazione perché non avevo una macchina fotografica con me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6444402271902202691?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6444402271902202691/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6444402271902202691&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6444402271902202691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6444402271902202691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/il-corpo-e-il-cuore.html' title='il Corpo e il Cuore'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwSlX3z5G3k/Ts9z8NdkK5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5j987VA-W3o/s72-c/IMG_5782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total><georss:featurename>Grandate, Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.7737455 9.0623482</georss:point><georss:box>45.5965425 8.746491200000001 45.950948499999996 9.3782052</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2360326759804407064</id><published>2011-11-23T20:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Galileo Galilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/cc/Galileo.arp.300pix.jpg/220px-Galileo.arp.300pix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/cc/Galileo.arp.300pix.jpg/220px-Galileo.arp.300pix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Molte volte, quando si vuole attaccare la chiesa tacciandola essere contro la scienza e il progresso, di essere oscurantista, si tira fuori la vicenda di Galileo Galilei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In questa trasmissione,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;con documenti dell'epoca, viene ricostruita la storia di Galileo Galilei e della chiesa, e delle prime scoperte scientifiche.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si scoprirà come le cose siano andate ben diversamente da come ci sono state trasmesse fino ad oggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #830101; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #830101; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiomaria.it/archivio_audio/repository/Trasmissioni_online/120111121110002.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Agnoli Francesco su Galileo Galilei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;http://www.radiomaria.it/archivio_audio/repository/Trasmissioni_online/120111121110002.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2360326759804407064?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2360326759804407064/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2360326759804407064&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2360326759804407064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2360326759804407064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/galileo-galieli.html' title='Galileo Galilei'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><georss:featurename>Italia</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.87194 12.56738</georss:point><georss:box>35.826312 2.4599580000000003 47.917568 22.674802</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8418540851687214951</id><published>2011-11-21T10:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treno'/><title type='text'>l'anello nascosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In treno. Mi siedo.&lt;br /&gt;Davanti a me un uomo robusto vestito di nero.&lt;br /&gt;Ha un cerotto sul dito.&lt;br /&gt;Ha un braccialetto di corda nero con appesi degli strani teschi d'acciaio.&lt;br /&gt;Si toglie gli occhiali.&lt;br /&gt;Osservo la sua mano. Ha un anello. Incontro i suoi occhi. Ritira la mano e la nasconde.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo, si toglie il cerotto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altro treno. Dai gradini scende un ragazzo con il dito steccato. Bianco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8418540851687214951?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8418540851687214951/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8418540851687214951&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8418540851687214951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8418540851687214951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/lanello-nascosto.html' title='l&apos;anello nascosto'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5162868985744605140</id><published>2011-11-20T18:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>letture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ex2qz9OW_uQ/Tsk7FVpqlCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FZwOXHTIbZQ/s1600/IMG_6396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ex2qz9OW_uQ/Tsk7FVpqlCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FZwOXHTIbZQ/s320/IMG_6396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vergine Maria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial !important; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial !important; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Ieri mi trovavo come spesso all'ospedale, eravamo nella cappella.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial !important; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dopo le preghiere mi sono detto, mi alzo e vado all'altare a leggere la lettura del giorno: così ad alta voce c'era Ezechiele 3,22-4,3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n quei giorni. Ezechiele disse: «Venne sopra di me la mano del Signore ed egli mi disse: “Àlzati e va’ nella valle; là ti voglio parlare”. Mi alzai e andai nella valle; ed ecco, la gloria del Signore era là, simile alla gloria che avevo visto al fiume Chebar, e caddi con la faccia a terra. Allora uno spirito entrò in me e mi fece alzare in piedi. Egli mi disse: “Va’ e chiuditi in casa. E subito ti saranno messe addosso delle funi, figlio dell’uomo, sarai legato e non potrai più uscire in mezzo a loro. Farò aderire la tua lingua al palato e resterai muto; così non sarai più per loro uno che li rimprovera, perché sono una genìa di ribelli. Ma quando poi ti parlerò, ti aprirò la bocca e tu riferirai loro: ‘Dice il Signore Dio’. Chi vuole ascoltare ascolti e chi non vuole non ascolti; perché sono una genìa di ribelli”.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“Figlio dell’uomo, prendi una tavoletta d’argilla, mettila dinanzi a te, disegnaci sopra una città, Gerusalemme, e disponi intorno ad essa l’assedio: rizza torri, costruisci terrapieni, schiera gli accampamenti e colloca intorno gli arieti. Poi prendi una teglia di ferro e mettila come muro di ferro fra te e la città, e tieni fisso lo sguardo su di essa, che sarà assediata, anzi tu la assedierai! Questo sarà un segno per la casa d’Israele”».&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpB1wGy2XzM/Tsk8hX4JH9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/hX_QoZv7PLo/s1600/IMG_6374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpB1wGy2XzM/Tsk8hX4JH9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/hX_QoZv7PLo/s320/IMG_6374.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5162868985744605140?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5162868985744605140/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5162868985744605140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5162868985744605140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5162868985744605140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/letture.html' title='letture'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ex2qz9OW_uQ/Tsk7FVpqlCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FZwOXHTIbZQ/s72-c/IMG_6396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3152452341030945813</id><published>2011-11-20T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>vestita di nero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Una ragazza vestita di nero, col pon pon in testa.&lt;br /&gt;Il suo cane è nero al guinzaglio. Bis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3152452341030945813?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3152452341030945813/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3152452341030945813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3152452341030945813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3152452341030945813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/vestita-di-nero.html' title='vestita di nero'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4449071987536282213</id><published>2011-11-17T23:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>la Città Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dal Vangelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lachiesa.it/bibbia.php?ricerca=citazione&amp;amp;Cerca=Cerca&amp;amp;Versione_CEI2008=3&amp;amp;Versione_CEI74=1&amp;amp;Versione_TILC=2&amp;amp;VersettoOn=1&amp;amp;Citazione=Lc%2019,41-44"&gt;Lc 19,41-44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;In quel tempo, Gesù, quando fu vicino a Gerusalemme, alla vista della città pianse su di essa dicendo:&amp;nbsp;«Se avessi compreso anche tu, in questo giorno, quello che porta alla pace! Ma ora è stato nascosto ai tuoi occhi.&amp;nbsp;Per te verranno giorni in cui i tuoi nemici ti circonderanno di trincee, ti assedieranno e ti stringeranno da ogni parte; distruggeranno te e i tuoi figli dentro di te e non lasceranno in te pietra su pietra, perché non hai riconosciuto il tempo in cui sei stata visitata».&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b7/Francesco_Hayez_017.jpg/300px-Francesco_Hayez_017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b7/Francesco_Hayez_017.jpg/300px-Francesco_Hayez_017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Leggendo il Vangelo di oggi sentii che Gesù diceva ciò proprio guardando alla mia città, al mio cuore. Gerusalemme è il mio cuore?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gesù piange davanti ad ogni cuore che non comprende che Lui è la pace. Perché vede la miseria in cui l'uomo si autocondanna rinunciando all'amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Allora sentii sciogliersi le mura del cuore e le mani aprirsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gesù sale verso alla città Santa e dice, sii anche tu città Santa e cuore Santo. Cuore di Pace e di Amore. Dì anche tu una parola di Pace. Giacché sei stata visitata.&lt;/span&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/7043868936927100352-4449071987536282213?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4449071987536282213/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4449071987536282213&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4449071987536282213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4449071987536282213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-citta-santa.html' title='la Città Santa'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><georss:featurename>Gerusalemme, Israele</georss:featurename><georss:point>31.768318 35.213711</georss:point><georss:box>31.660320000000002 35.05578250000001 31.876316 35.3716395</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1391117948229586440</id><published>2011-11-16T21:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.212+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treno'/><title type='text'>trenord, lettera aperta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Con la soppressione dei treni di questa mattina (16 novembre 2011) nella tratta Como-Milano, credo proprio che la dirigenza di Trenord debba dimettersi per incapacità nel proprio lavoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cronacamilano.it/wp-content/uploads/cronaca/18549/Ferrovie_Nord_Milano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.cronacamilano.it/wp-content/uploads/cronaca/18549/Ferrovie_Nord_Milano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Non credo sia ammissibile, su una tratta ferroviaria che funziona da, credo, oltre 100 anni, che i treni non possano viaggiare per causa ghiaccio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Non credo sia ammissibile che i viaggiatori non siano stati avvisati con il servizio sms del disagio in corso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Non credo sia ammissibile che una compagnia ferroviaria che svolge servizio pubblico, non abbia predisposto delle corse sostitutive con i bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;È stata dimostrata l'ennesima incapacità di gestire una rete ferroviaria, per di più con la totale mancanza di attenzione verso i viaggiatori, che con i loro biglietti e abbonamenti, sempre più cari, pagano il loro stipendio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Siamo andati sulla Luna, abbiamo mandato satelliti nello spazio fin oltre il sistema solare, e non sapete fare viaggiare un treno quando c'è un po' di ghiaccio? Cosa prevedete di fare quest'inverno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Spedirei tutta la dirigenza delle Trenord a lavorare 3 anni in Siberia. Un mese non credo possa bastare. Così magari imparano come si lavora e come si fanno viaggiare dei treni anche con 40 gradi sotto zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Grazie, buon lavoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerorelativo.it/item_files/5/6/8/4/6/item_64865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.zerorelativo.it/item_files/5/6/8/4/6/item_64865.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Italia, Como</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.706179285330855 8.701171875</georss:point><georss:box>40.26640178533086 -1.4062501249999997 51.14595678533085 18.808593875</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2730590034158548948</id><published>2011-11-14T20:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>la migliore amica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sofia, 3 anni, mostra un'immaginetta della Madonna alla mamma:&lt;br /&gt;«Vedi?, questa è la mia migliore amica».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bambini ti fanno secchi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2730590034158548948?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2730590034158548948/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2730590034158548948&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2730590034158548948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2730590034158548948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-migliore-amica.html' title='la migliore amica'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5692339183461794138</id><published>2011-11-13T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.415+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>vestita di bianco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Una foglia cade.&lt;br /&gt;Una donna vestita di bianco&amp;nbsp;appoggiata a un albero.&lt;br /&gt;E un cane bianco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5692339183461794138?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5692339183461794138/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5692339183461794138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5692339183461794138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5692339183461794138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/vestita-di-bianco.html' title='vestita di bianco'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8999080172109621802</id><published>2011-11-11T21:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:52:43.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>cosa scrivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;non lo so ma è più facile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7SWZpk9fP0/Tsldp10Mx_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ova6CnEGFLI/s1600/banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7SWZpk9fP0/Tsldp10Mx_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ova6CnEGFLI/s1600/banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vengo da Splinder. La barca affonda inesorabilmente giorno dopo giorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo un primo passaggio su &lt;a href="http://www.paracchini.iobloggo.com/"&gt;www.paracchini.iobloggo.com&lt;/a&gt;, eccomi approdato su blogger. Di là era tutto troppo, troppo complicato, realizzato graficamente male.&lt;br /&gt;Purtroppo il passaggio di tutto l'archivio di splinder, dal 2003 ad oggi, non è stato possibile trasferirlo qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google malgrado abbia scritto "importa"blog, non funziona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.centerzone.it/images/stories2/android-marketplace.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://www.centerzone.it/images/stories2/android-marketplace.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forse ci sarei riuscito con procedure macchinose e complesse, usando strani codici html. Ma quella è schiavitù nei confronti della tecnologia. Importa ed esporta, conversioni di database, sono lavori che devono fare le macchine. Così ho capito che Google in ciò ha fallito. Comprendo che anche i suoi Android non hanno la "testa" per semplificare la vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8999080172109621802?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8999080172109621802/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8999080172109621802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8999080172109621802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8999080172109621802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/11/cosa-scrivo.html' title='cosa scrivo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7SWZpk9fP0/Tsldp10Mx_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ova6CnEGFLI/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-512391313904002506</id><published>2011-10-29T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.992+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disegno'/><title type='text'>le domande e le risposte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/305321_2563444933859_1486187645_2947442_1885356435_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:300px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul class="commentList" style="list-style-type:none;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_2019259 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color:rgb(237,239,244);border-bottom-width:1px;border-bottom-style:solid;border-bottom-color:rgb(210,217,231);margin-top:1px;padding:5px 5px 4px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display:table-cell;vertical-align:top;width:10000px;padding-top:1px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/luca.scarabelli" style="cursor:pointer;color:rgb(59,89,152);text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luca&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="commentBody"&gt;per fortuna che ci sei tu che sollevi le sorti del mondo con la poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_2019425 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color:rgb(237,239,244);border-bottom-width:1px;border-bottom-style:solid;border-bottom-color:rgb(210,217,231);margin-top:1px;padding:5px 5px 4px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display:table-cell;vertical-align:top;width:10000px;padding-top:1px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/paracchini" style="cursor:pointer;color:rgb(59,89,152);text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Riccardo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="commentBody"&gt;beh, non sapevo cosa fare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_2019606 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color:rgb(237,239,244);border-bottom-width:1px;border-bottom-style:solid;border-bottom-color:rgb(210,217,231);margin-top:1px;padding:5px 5px 4px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display:table-cell;vertical-align:top;width:10000px;padding-top:1px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/luca.scarabelli" style="cursor:pointer;color:rgb(59,89,152);text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luca &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody"&gt;la poesia nasce da l&amp;igrave;, dalla domanda e che faccio ora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ieri suFacebook avevo messo questa foto.&lt;br/&gt;L&amp;#039;avevo fatta perch&amp;eacute; ero su Skype, parlavo con una bambina che era un po&amp;#039; triste, aveva un cuoricino disegnato sulla guancia, allora per farla divertire mi sono ritagliato un cartoncino all&amp;#039;istante e l&amp;#039;ho appiccicato con lo scotch. Si divert&amp;igrave; molto, tanto che poi quando me lo tolsi &amp;nbsp;mi disse sorpresa &amp;quot;Ma Icaldo pecch&amp;eacute; non hai pi&amp;ugrave; il cuoe? Ov&amp;#039;&amp;egrave;?&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Torno al fatto su Facebook di cui sopra ho copiato e incollato il testo.&amp;nbsp;Al risveglio questa mattina ho riflettuto sull&amp;#039;episodio:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i nostri progressi e i progressi dell&amp;#039;umanit&amp;agrave;, della scienza come dell&amp;#039;arte e della poesia, nascono dalle nostre domande e dalle nostre stesse risposte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oppure &lt;strong&gt;tutto nasce dalla nostra risposta alla domanda che Dio ci fa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cio&amp;egrave;:&lt;strong&gt; il centro siamo noi che ci domandiamo e rispondiamo, &lt;/strong&gt;oppure&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;il centro &amp;egrave; Dio e noi rispondiamo e domandiamo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-512391313904002506?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/512391313904002506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=512391313904002506&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/512391313904002506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/512391313904002506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/le-domande-e-le-risposte.html' title='le domande e le risposte'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8963511001162362176</id><published>2011-10-27T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Gli incontri</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Suonano le campane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8963511001162362176?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8963511001162362176/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8963511001162362176&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8963511001162362176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8963511001162362176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/gli-incontri.html' title='Gli incontri'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4614253717563181263</id><published>2011-10-25T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>ciao Carlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Semplicemente ciao &lt;a href="http://carlobisestile.splinder.com/media/25691980" target="_blank"&gt;Carlo&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://carlobisestile.splinder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carlo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-4614253717563181263?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4614253717563181263/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4614253717563181263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4614253717563181263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4614253717563181263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/ciao-carlo.html' title='ciao Carlo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2349690814014093988</id><published>2011-10-23T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>la colla</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/trinita2_192.jpg" style="width:300px;height:419px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;L&amp;#039;altro giorno la Raffa disse &amp;laquo;Mia mamma era la colla che teneva insieme tutto...&amp;raquo;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;Egrave; bene che la mamma e il pap&amp;agrave;, anche i figli, siano la colla che unisce. Ma ci&amp;ograve; &amp;egrave; abbastanza?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ci&amp;ograve; ci ha fatto meditare. &lt;strong&gt;Sulla colla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ben presto siamo arrivati a comprendere che ogni elemento della famiglia deve essere unito con l&amp;#039;unica e inimitabile Colla Universale: Dio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Una famiglia deve essere unita prima di tutto con questa colla. &amp;Egrave; l&amp;#039;unica colla che resiste nel tempo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Questa incredibile colla si trova in un unico contenitore, ma &amp;egrave; divisa in tre parti uguali: tre elementi che poi si miscelano insieme: Padre, Figlio, Spirito Santo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La formula della colla &amp;egrave; segreta e misteriosa, e per ottenerne in grandi quantit&amp;agrave; bisogna pregare.&lt;br/&gt;Anche se la colla non si vende, esistono dei rivenditori ufficiali presso cui trovarla. Il primo e pi&amp;ugrave; famoso &amp;egrave; la Vergine Maria, poi ve ne sono altri, riconoscibili anche dall&amp;#039;aureola che portano in testa. La Vergine Maria al posto dell&amp;#039;aureola ha ottenuto 12 stelle.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ATTENZIONE: V&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; da dire che esistono in commercio delle colle immesse sul mercato da societ&amp;agrave; prive di scrupoli: queste vengono spacciate come pi&amp;ugrave; semplici perch&amp;eacute; non hanno i Tre ingredienti in Uno.&lt;br/&gt;Accade per&amp;ograve; che molte persone che si sono affidate a questi succedanei, hanno visto corrodere ogni loro cosa in modo grave. Purtroppo, malgrado le continue remore espresse dai rivenditori ufficiali, molte persone continuano a cadere nell&amp;#039;inganno operato attraverso campagne pubblicitarie assai subdole organizzate dalle societ&amp;agrave; private. &amp;Egrave; buona cosa quindi diffidare dalle imitazioni, e affidarsi sempre ed esclusivamente alla colla originale, che &amp;egrave; ben riconoscibile dal marchio della Croce con Ges&amp;ugrave; al centro. Il risultato &amp;egrave; garantito al 100%.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oggi domenica &amp;egrave; la giornata missionaria. Ricordiamoci sempre di portare con noi della colla da offrire a chi ne ha bisogno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2349690814014093988?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2349690814014093988/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2349690814014093988&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2349690814014093988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2349690814014093988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-colla.html' title='la colla'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5541876068562522401</id><published>2011-10-19T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salute'/><title type='text'>deodoranti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Una ricerca sui deodoranti apparsa sul &lt;strong&gt;Salvagente&lt;/strong&gt;, rivista dei consumatori. Numero 19, maggio 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/deodorante.jpg?w=300" style="width:400px;height:266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Sintesi.&lt;br/&gt;Come antitraspiranti vengono utilizzati i sali di alluminio (&lt;strong&gt;Aluminium&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br/&gt;L&amp;#039;alluminio viene assorbito dalle ghiandole poste sotto le ascelle, e non viene smaltito dall&amp;#039;organismo umano.&lt;br/&gt;Dopo la depilazione queste sostanze vengono assorbite ancora pi&amp;ugrave; facilmente attraverso le microlacerazioni della pelle.&lt;br/&gt;Nei fibromi mammari che poi si trasformano in neoplasie si sono trovate concentrazione di alluminio 10 volte superiori...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alluminio, ferro e zirconio&lt;/strong&gt; sono concause nelle malattite neurodegenerative. Le ricerche sono ancora in corso.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;Egrave; quindi da evitare l&amp;#039;uso di deodoranti che contengono queste sostanze per il rischio cancro.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Altra sostanza da evitare &amp;egrave; il &lt;strong&gt;Triclosan&lt;/strong&gt;, composto ad attivit&amp;agrave; estrogenica, catalogato negli Usa come pesticida: provoca alterazioni a livello epatico e polmonare, pu&amp;ograve; indurre alla sterilit&amp;agrave;, e soprattutto a mutazioni del sistema immunitario.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tra le altre sostanze estrogene, che vanno sotto il nome di: &lt;strong&gt;Benzyl Salicylicate, Butylphenyl Methylpropional, Benzyl Benzoate&lt;/strong&gt;. Tutte queste sostanze possono influire sul sistema immunitario, con tutte le conseguenze di cui sopra.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Quindi sarebbe da non comprare deodoranti che contengono in etichetta:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aluminium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zirconium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benzyl Salicylicate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butylphenyl Methylpropional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benzyl Benzoate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;In sondaggio (ovviamente tra i prodotti selezionati per il test) risulta migliore L&amp;#039;Erbolario. Ma attenzione, dipende dalle profumazioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Nota di servizio. Cercando l&amp;#039;immagine di cui sopra, ho trovato &lt;a href="http://ecologikamente.blogspot.com/2011/02/deodorante-spray-al-bicarbonato.html" target="_blank"&gt;questo post &lt;/a&gt;in cui viene spiegato come realizzare un deodorante naturale con bicarbonato. Devo provare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5541876068562522401?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5541876068562522401/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5541876068562522401&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5541876068562522401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5541876068562522401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/deodoranti.html' title='deodoranti'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3196718572617196559</id><published>2011-10-16T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.904+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>a Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Madonna Lourdes Roma" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/316475_2519302030314_1486187645_2915731_2051040366_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Ti cercarono ovunque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;con la brama della follia esplosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;accecati dall&amp;#039;odio,&amp;nbsp;impazziti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;non pi&amp;ugrave; uomini&amp;nbsp;ma draghi della profanazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;a href="http://static2.video.corriereobjects.it/widget/swf/CorrierePolymediaShow.swf"&gt;http://static2.video.corriereobjects.it/widget/swf/CorrierePolymediaShow.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Cercavano il tuo Bambino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;lo trovarono l&amp;igrave; sulla Croce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;per divorarlo d&amp;#039;empiet&amp;agrave; viva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;derisero il suo Volto scarno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;insultarono il suo Santo Nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;lo vollero morto ancora,&amp;nbsp;nella polvere della strada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;trascinato fuori dal Tempio santo di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;E a te Madre strapparono il vestito&amp;nbsp;dell&amp;#039;amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;spezzarono la collana delle rose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;ti presero d&amp;#039;ignominia e ti gettarono nella polvere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;ti calpestarono accanto al Figlio tuo benedetto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;infangarono la tua Verginit&amp;agrave;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;frantumarono il tuo Ventre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;nella brama d&amp;#039;uccidere, ancora e ancora, il tuo Bambino.&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;br/&gt;		Piangevi lacrime di dolore,&lt;br/&gt;		pregavi e imploravi affinch&amp;eacute; quella creatura&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;		pronunciasse una sola volta la parola dell&amp;#039;Amore,&lt;br/&gt;		lo supplicavi affinch&amp;eacute; si salvasse,&lt;br/&gt;		piangevi trafitta dalle lacrime del dolore materno&lt;br/&gt;		affinch&amp;eacute; la stretta del serpente lasciasse l&amp;#039;uomo,&lt;br/&gt;		piangevi lacrime d&amp;#039;Amore affinch&amp;eacute; si convertisse&lt;br/&gt;		pronunciando la dolce parola del perdono, &amp;laquo;Ges&amp;ugrave;&amp;raquo;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Oh Vergine Immacolata,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;dov&amp;#039;ero nel momento di quella follia esplosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;dov&amp;#039;ero nel momento in cui il fuoco&amp;nbsp;di satana&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;vomitava sul tuo Cuore&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;l&amp;#039;insana empiet&amp;agrave;&amp;nbsp;per volercene dare veleno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Cercavano il tuo Cuore puro Maria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;cercavano il tuo Figlio dilettissimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;				&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;ceravano, Vergine Madre, la morte di Dio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:16px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;per cadere le stelle dal cielo.&lt;br/&gt;			Cercavano di perdere nella notte dei senza amore&lt;br/&gt;			le nostre anime Maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:16px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;			&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Ma erano cuori impuri, disperati e ciechi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:16px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/298337_2519308470475_1486187645_2915736_803756183_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:297px;" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Oh Vergine Immacolata,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;scendiamo a raccogliere le preghiere frantumate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;scendiamo ad asciugare le lacrime spezzate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;scendiamo a benedire il tuo Nome che hanno maledetto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;saliamo a baciare il tuo Cielo celeste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;saliamo ad invocare il tuo Amore per quei figli senza amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;saliamo ad abbracciare il tuo volo colomba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Nell&amp;#039;Ave Maria, risplende il tuo nome, Ges&amp;ugrave;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:16px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Immagini e video Ansa, tratte dal &lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it" target="_blank"&gt;Corriere della Sera&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3196718572617196559?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3196718572617196559/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3196718572617196559&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3196718572617196559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3196718572617196559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/maria.html' title='a Maria'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3023909395333782724</id><published>2011-10-13T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuvole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>La Verna e Assisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="La Verna" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/321257_2504088409983_1486187645_2903523_2076375918_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:178px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296347_2504094290130_1486187645_2903533_1046531106_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Il pellegrinaggio &amp;egrave; stato un momento di incontro.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Il senso della pace con suor Priscilla. Vedemmo la sua vocazione nel sorriso. Esord&amp;igrave; cos&amp;igrave;: &amp;laquo;Io non cambierei nulla della mia vita. Io non cambierei nulla per il mio Ges&amp;ugrave;&amp;raquo;. Vedemmo la sua vocazione nel sorriso. La sua et&amp;agrave; vissuta nell&amp;#039;amore di Dio. Nelle sue rughe la gioia della giovinezza baciata dal Signore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="San Francesco La Verna" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/313258_2504114890645_1486187645_2903578_625634179_n.jpg" style="width:350px;height:467px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Entrare nella roccia su cui dorm&amp;igrave; Francesco, e il suo vestito tutto rattoppato. Ci si sente cos&amp;igrave; piccoli.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Alla notte ci destammo per la veglia. Attraversammo il monastero. I bui corridoi illuminati lentamente. Oltre le mura si udiva il vento impetuoso, fremente, lo stormire delle foglie nel bosco, come di pioggia che si abbatte veemente su quel luogo santo. Cosa accadeva oltre? Vi era un mondo, eppure il mondo era l&amp;igrave; dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/321513_2504107370457_1486187645_2903562_1222843478_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="La Verna" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/299474_2504108970497_1486187645_2903565_344344773_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;La Verna, un monte di roccia. Le preghiere dei frati risentono di questo spessore, della sua natura.&lt;br/&gt;Ebbi la sensazione che alla Verna le preghiere fossero scandite dalla roccia. Le parole come roccia su cui &amp;egrave; costruita la casa. Ad Assisi e alla Porziuncola gli stessi salmi erano di una letizia diversa, scanditi nel tono del cantico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chiusi della Verna" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296862_2504153851619_1486187645_2903634_908886530_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:235px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/297719_2504147051449_1486187645_2903624_2121926985_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Alla mattina il tempo era mutato e si era fatto di vento e nubi. Le nuvole correvano da un orizzonte all&amp;#039;altro ricamando frenesie folli. Fu vita il caldo e il sole, il freddo e la pioggia. Sentire la ricchezza del caldo, la profondit&amp;agrave; del freddo, la lontananza e la presenza del vento.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Si camminava umidi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="La Verna Basilica" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/313868_2504116450684_1486187645_2903581_1124603928_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="La Verna Robbia" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305359_2504122330831_1486187645_2903589_900953069_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;La cucina esigeva grandi sacrifici nel piatto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chiusura al tramonto, apertura all&amp;#039;alba. Questi sono i tempi giusti del tempo. I tempi giusti per l&amp;#039;uomo. (Mariangela)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Il sogno del grano evocativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="La Verna" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307157_2504148171477_1486187645_2903625_1726876522_n.jpg" style="width:350px;height:467px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Con la partenza verso Assisi una parte di noi rimase aggrappata alle rocce della Verna, a quei luoghi solitari, a quei boschi dove i frati lentamente scorrono la preghiera di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Assisi" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300930_2503875524661_1486187645_2903380_569552520_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:219px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="Assisi" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298201_2503796322681_1486187645_2903212_296450483_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="Madonna" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298469_2503808002973_1486187645_2903238_938405608_n.jpg" style="width:350px;height:467px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Verso Assisi. Ci portammo dietro il tempo duro e freddo della Verna, ma il tempo ci precedette: giungemmo che il sole usc&amp;igrave; ad asciugare le ossa. Il temporale aveva lasciato i suoi segni.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ritrovammo le brigidine suor Marcellina, suor Ilde, suor Sofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Assisi San Damiano" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/314379_2503814123126_1486187645_2903249_976003897_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="San Damiano Assisi" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310727_2503813643114_1486187645_2903248_1939628643_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="San Damiano Assisi" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/294870_2503814483135_1486187645_2903250_610487614_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Mantenemmo le tradizioni. Vespri a San Damiano, i luoghi di santa Chiara e santo Francesco, accompagnati dalle persone che non sono con noi, che non sono potute venire, che sono nel cuore e nella mente, chi ci ama e chi ci ferisce: cos&amp;igrave; che tutte possano aiutarci a migliorare, a correggerci nella fraterna comprensione.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;laquo;Tu sei il bene, tutto il bene, il sommo bene, Signore Iddio vivo e vero&amp;raquo;&lt;/em&gt; lodava Francesco. &lt;em&gt;&amp;laquo;Il Signore sia sempre con voi, ed Egli faccia che voi siate sempre con Lui&amp;raquo;&lt;/em&gt; intonava Chiara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Assisi Basilica San Francesco" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/321257_2504088409983_1486187645_2903523_2076375918_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302988_2503804202878_1486187645_2903228_1519820694_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310923_2503835323656_1486187645_2903284_837464371_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabato sera non potevamo mancare al rosario alla Porziuncola in lode a Maria.&lt;br/&gt;Quivi rivedemmo fratel Cornelio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In ogni luogo ci seguono degli animaletti: uno scorpione nel bagno, una vespa nel letto, una mosca e una zanzara al desco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="San Damiano Assisi Crocifisso" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300765_2503844523886_1486187645_2903303_1034533307_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="Assisi Basilica San Francesco" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308398_2503822003323_1486187645_2903264_506944642_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&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/7043868936927100352-3023909395333782724?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3023909395333782724/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3023909395333782724&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3023909395333782724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3023909395333782724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-verna-e-assisi.html' title='La Verna e Assisi'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8500860099634286787</id><published>2011-10-12T02:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:19:50.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa Brigida ad Assisi" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/301567_2503857284205_1486187645_2903336_2040384615_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:338px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	Le orazioni e i buoni sospiri sono le lettere che l&amp;#039;anima e Dio si scambiano a vicenda e li legano in un solo vincolo d&amp;#039;amore.&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;em&gt;Santa Brigida&lt;/em&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/7043868936927100352-8500860099634286787?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8500860099634286787/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-size:12px;"&gt;L&amp;#039;altro giorno la Raffa disse una cosa apparentemente banale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&amp;laquo;Io riesco a comunicare molto bene con Mmm&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(Mmm lo metto io, ndr)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;perch&amp;eacute; con lei ho molti fili collegati, fai 80 fili..., mentre con Ppp ho meno fili, per cui abbiamo pi&amp;ugrave; difficolt&amp;agrave; nel comprenderci. Con Rrr c&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; una sintonia, perch&amp;eacute; anche con lui ci sono molti fili che ci uniscono&amp;raquo;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/296827_2466651674088_1486187645_2872894_66447127_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:542px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Cos&amp;igrave;, andando avanti a parlare, abbiamo &amp;quot;teorizzato&amp;quot; che quando nasciamo, con il Battesimo, noi abbiamo tutti i fili collegati con Dio. Poi crescendo questi fili tenderanno ad allentarsi: il Male far&amp;agrave; s&amp;igrave; che si spezzino pi&amp;ugrave; fili possibili, e poi sar&amp;agrave; anche la nostra inclinazione a danneggiarli. Il Diavolo &amp;egrave; tremendo in ci&amp;ograve;, poich&amp;eacute; &amp;egrave; nel suo carattere quello di distruggere i fili tra noi e Dio e tra noi e l&amp;#039;umanit&amp;agrave;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;La Vergine Maria invece da buona madre e tessitrice fa sempre tutto il possibile per unire e riannodare i nostri fili con Ges&amp;ugrave;.&amp;nbsp;(Poi qui abbiamo fatto il discorso sui metodi e gli strumenti che ci sono dati per chiedere pi&amp;ugrave; fili)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Una persona pi&amp;ugrave; fili ha collegato e unito anche con altre persone, con pi&amp;ugrave; persone, pi&amp;ugrave; riesce a creare dei disegni molto belli, perch&amp;eacute; giustamente ha pi&amp;ugrave; possibilit&amp;agrave;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Per capire questo ci pu&amp;ograve; essere d&amp;#039;aiuto la figura della beata madre Teresa di Calcutta, che aveva unito i suoi fili con tutta l&amp;#039;umanit&amp;agrave; e con Dio: il suo disegno per questo fu visibile a tutti e incredibile!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="anello1" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/296827_2466651674088_1486187645_2872894_66447127_n.jpg" style="display:block;text-align:center;width:40px;height:43px;margin:0 auto 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;		&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Una cosa su cui prestare molta attenzione, &amp;egrave; riparare i fili che avevamo unito con altre persone, e che potrebbero essersi danneggiati, poich&amp;eacute; essi rimanendo allentati compromettono l&amp;#039;intreccio e il formarsi del disegno finale. Anche un solo filo danneggiato rovina il disegno finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Altro elemento fondamentale &amp;egrave; la condivisione dei nostri fili sia con chi ha pi&amp;ugrave; fili, sia nell&amp;#039;aiutare chi ne ha meno per ottenerne di pi&amp;ugrave;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Una persona po&amp;#039; limitarsi ad unire i fili esclusivamente con altri individui, ma gli mancheranno gli schemi e i colori di Dio, per cui quelle creazioni non avranno luminosit&amp;agrave; e purezza nelle linee e nelle forme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;La particolarit&amp;agrave; dei fili uniti a Dio &amp;egrave; che portano ad una maggiore facilit&amp;agrave; nell&amp;#039;intrecciare i fili con altre persone, che a loro volta riusciranno ad unire i fili con altri, rendendo la struttura sempre pi&amp;ugrave; salda e forte. In questi casi incontrando queste persone si pu&amp;ograve; ben notare come il loro disegno salga dalla terra al cielo e sia, come dicevamo prima, assai luminoso e prezioso e bello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="anello1" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/296827_2466651674088_1486187645_2872894_66447127_n.jpg" style="display:block;text-align:center;width:40px;height:43px;margin:0 auto 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;In altri casi, quando le persone vogliono utilizzare dei fili succedanei, delle imitazioni, in breve tempo questi si romperanno logorando anche quelli che avevamo in dotazione, e come detto i disegni risulteranno opachi, spenti, arrivando in molti casi a guastare anche il telaio.&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	Alcuni preferiscono scegliere dei fili provenienti dall&amp;#039;oriente, o i nuovi modelli immessi sul mercato da societ&amp;agrave; prive di scrupoli: questi vengono spacciati come pi&amp;ugrave; semplici nel loro utilizzo, pi&amp;ugrave; facili da reperire, sicuri e affidabili, ma per tutti i motivi gi&amp;agrave; elencati si dimostrano invece deleteri, andando ad intaccare e danneggiare i nostri veri fili. &amp;Egrave; buona cosa quindi diffidare dalle imitazioni, ed&amp;nbsp;affidarsi sempre ed esclusivamente ai fili originali, che sono riconoscibili dal marchio della Croce con Ges&amp;ugrave; al centro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Oltre che una certezza, &amp;egrave; anche una questione di fiducia. Magari possono costare pi&amp;ugrave; fatica, richiedono un impegno maggiore nel loro utilizzo, ma il risultato &amp;egrave; garantito al 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;V&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; da ricordare quindi che i fili succedanei provocano un rigetto del corpo, giacch&amp;eacute; non possono mai unirsi con i fili originali, e non concorreranno mai alla creazione dell&amp;#039;arazzo finale, che si avr&amp;agrave;, un giorno lontano, unendo tutti i disegni personali.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7043868936927100352-1706280314717115034?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1706280314717115034/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1706280314717115034&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1706280314717115034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1706280314717115034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/fili.html' title='fili'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6659666853631499021</id><published>2011-10-02T11:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>angelo custode</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6659666853631499021?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6659666853631499021/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6659666853631499021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6659666853631499021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6659666853631499021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/10/angelo-custode.html' title='angelo custode'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5006727191488001928</id><published>2011-09-30T10:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>Italia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Massoneria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/governo-berlusconi-giuramento-nonleggerlo.png" style="width:400px;height:201px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5006727191488001928?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5006727191488001928/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5006727191488001928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5006727191488001928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5006727191488001928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/09/italia.html' title='Italia'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7209433344558488111</id><published>2011-09-29T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>la luce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Pubblico una sintesi del discorso del Papa Benedetto XVI ai giovani.&lt;br/&gt;	Mi pare molto bello, mi pare valga la pena &lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2011/september/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20110924_vigil-freiburg_it.html" target="_blank"&gt;leggerlo integralmente&lt;/a&gt;. La sintesi &amp;egrave; la sintesi, l&amp;#039;originale &amp;egrave; l&amp;#039;originale, ricco per sua essenza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cari giovani amici!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Durante tutto il giorno ho pensato con gioia a questa serata in cui sarei potuto stare qui insieme con voi ed essere unito a voi nella preghiera.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lui, Cristo, che dice di se stesso: &lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Io sono la luce del mondo&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt; (Gv 8,12), fa brillare la nostra vita, perch&amp;eacute; sia vero ci&amp;ograve; che abbiamo appena ascoltato nel Vangelo: &lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Voi siete la luce del mondo&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt; (Mt 5,14). Non sono i nostri sforzi umani o il progresso tecnico del nostro tempo a portare luce in questo mondo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Intorno a noi pu&amp;ograve; esserci il buio e l&amp;rsquo;oscurit&amp;agrave;, e tuttavia vediamo una luce: una piccola fiamma, minuscola, che &amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; forte del buio apparentemente tanto potente ed insuperabile. Cristo, che &amp;egrave; risorto dai morti, brilla in questo mondo, e lo fa nel modo pi&amp;ugrave; chiaro proprio l&amp;agrave; dove secondo il giudizio umano tutto sembra cupo e privo di speranza. Egli ha vinto la morte &amp;ndash; Egli vive &amp;ndash; e la fede in Lui penetra come una piccola luce tutto ci&amp;ograve; che &amp;egrave; buio e minaccioso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Non viviamo da soli nel mondo. Proprio nelle cose importanti della vita abbiamo bisogno di altre persone. Cos&amp;igrave;, in modo particolare, nella fede non siamo soli, siamo anelli della grande catena dei credenti. Nessuno arriva a credere se non &amp;egrave; sostenuto dalla fede degli altri e, d&amp;rsquo;altra parte, con la mia fede contribuisco a confermare gli altri nella loro fede. Ci aiutiamo a vicenda ad essere esempi gli uni per gli altri, condividiamo con gli altri ci&amp;ograve; che &amp;egrave; nostro, i nostri pensieri, le nostre azioni, il nostro affetto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cari amici, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Io sono la luce del mondo &amp;ndash; Voi siete la luce del mondo&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;, dice il Signore. &amp;Egrave; una cosa misteriosa e grandiosa che Ges&amp;ugrave; dica di se stesso e di ciascuno di noi la medesima cosa, e cio&amp;egrave; di &amp;ldquo;essere luce&amp;rdquo;. Se crediamo che Egli &amp;egrave; il Figlio di Dio che ha guarito i malati e risuscitato i morti, anzi, che Egli stesso &amp;egrave; risorto dal sepolcro e vive veramente, allora capiamo che Egli &amp;egrave; la luce, la fonte di tutte le luci di questo mondo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ripetutamente nella storia, persone attente hanno fatto notare che il danno per la Chiesa non viene dai suoi avversari, ma dai cristiani tiepidi. Come pu&amp;ograve; allora Cristo dire che i cristiani &amp;ndash; e con ci&amp;ograve; forse anche quei cristiani deboli &amp;ndash; sono la luce del mondo? Forse capiremmo se Egli gridasse: Convertitevi! Siate la luce del mondo! Cambiate la vostra vita, rendetela chiara e splendente! Non dobbiamo forse restare stupiti che il Signore non ci rivolga un appello, ma dica che siamo la luce del mondo, che siamo luminosi, che splendiamo nel buio?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Non esiste alcun santo, fuorch&amp;eacute; la beata Vergine Maria, che non abbia conosciuto anche il peccato e che non sia mai caduto. Cari amici, Cristo non si interessa tanto a quante volte nella vita vacilliamo e cadiamo, bens&amp;igrave; a quante volte noi, con il suo aiuto, ci rialziamo. Non esige azioni straordinarie, ma vuole che la sua luce splenda in voi. Non vi chiama perch&amp;eacute; siete buoni e perfetti, ma perch&amp;eacute; Egli &amp;egrave; buono e vuole rendervi suoi amici.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7209433344558488111?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7209433344558488111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7209433344558488111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7209433344558488111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7209433344558488111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-luce.html' title='la luce'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5172809417816606297</id><published>2011-09-24T20:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>lettera aperta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Hai avuto una buona pianta da frutto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hai raccolto molto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Qualche frutto &amp;egrave; caduto durante la strada.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lo sappiamo che non ha senso tornare indietro a raccogliere i frutti persi anni prima.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hai il tuo cestino, e tanti buoni frutti.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Questi frutti non ha senso tenerseli per te.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ha senso distribuire i frutti agli altri che incontriamo lungo il cammino.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;Egrave; solo condividendo questi frutti che altre piante potranno crescere e altri frutti potranno nascere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7043868936927100352-5172809417816606297?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5172809417816606297/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5172809417816606297&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5172809417816606297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5172809417816606297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/09/lettera-aperta.html' title='lettera aperta'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7025126979636424982</id><published>2011-09-20T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giornalismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>insudicizia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;La casta politica in Italia sta provocando una grave crisi, ben pi&amp;ugrave; grave di quella economica, che si ripercuote nei sacrifici che la popolazione deve sopportare a causa del malgoverno: la crisi dei valori morali.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Il governo italiano ha utilizzato abilmente le strategie dei mass media, della pubblicit&amp;agrave;.&lt;br/&gt;Con il termine &amp;quot;Prima Repubblica&amp;quot; ad esempio &amp;egrave; stato fatto credere che c&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; stato un passaggio istituzionale, un miglioramento; ma c&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; stato semplicemente un passaggio di mano: il parlamento &amp;egrave; stato occupato dalle logge massoniche (le varie P2...) che negli anni &amp;#039;70-&amp;#039;80 erano andate vieppi&amp;ugrave; rafforzandosi.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tutto si &amp;egrave; svolto senza spargimento di sangue ma con antenne tv e giornali. Si sono appropriati della bandiera, hanno venduto gli stessi loro figli per il denaro, il potere, la fama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/parlamento-italiano.jpg" style="width:400px;height:268px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Se vogliamo hanno prostituito il Paese in un modo ancora pi&amp;ugrave; subdolo del comunismo. Perch&amp;eacute; il comunismo diceva chiaramente cosa voleva, e quindi sapevi cosa e chi combattevi. Il nemico lo vedevi in faccia. La casta massonica italiana ha mascherato il suo zoccolo sotto il perbenismo dell&amp;#039;onorevolezza, ha posto le donne e la carne nuda sulle scrivanie della tv (e di ci&amp;ograve; anche inconsapevolmente trasmissioni come Striscia o Drive sono colpevoli), con l&amp;#039;intento di distrarre e ingannare con le risate il popolo italiano. La felicit&amp;agrave; non era pi&amp;ugrave; condividere un piatto di fagioli, ma vincere del denaro, comprare il sesso. Mentre il governo diceva di difendere la morale, la avvelenava. Mentre diceva di proteggere i diritti fondamentali della vita li affossava creando prostituzione, oscenit&amp;agrave;, pornografia, abortismo, eutanasia, illiceit&amp;agrave;, abominio, ma sempre sotto la falsa fede della libert&amp;agrave;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cos&amp;#039;ha voluto fare la casta massonica al potere in Italia? Distruggere la morale cattolica facendo s&amp;igrave; che, nell&amp;#039;immaginario delle persone, questa fosse un limite alla libert&amp;agrave; ed alla felicit&amp;agrave;, che la morale fosse qualche cosa che va contro la vita: e quindi insinuare che Dio non serve per la vita degli uomini liberi. In fin della fiera &amp;egrave; stato questo il fine del potere in Italia: negare Dio, sostituirsi a Dio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Un esempio lo si pu&amp;ograve; vedere dai parlamentari che non hanno nessun rispetto delle persone umane, che giurano sulle teste dei figli, che tradiscono la legge come la famiglia, che fanno riti pagani con l&amp;#039;acqua, benedicendosi di insudicizia, che vituperano la morale come anche le istituzioni...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Un manifesto dei danni provocatisi lo si pu&amp;ograve; trovare in questa intervista.&lt;br/&gt;Essere forti, potenti, sconfiggere i pi&amp;ugrave; deboli, darla via come un frisbee &amp;egrave; il valore unico della vita. Essere primi, belli, famosi, importanti &amp;egrave; l&amp;#039;unico scopo della vita. &amp;Egrave; stato messo un bip su coglioni e culo..., ma il bip lo dovevano mettere su tutta l&amp;#039;intervista. Ognuno ne tragga le sue conseguenze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.repubblica.it/static/swf/z_adv_player.swf"&gt;http://tv.repubblica.it/static/swf/z_adv_player.swf&lt;/a&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/7043868936927100352-7025126979636424982?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7025126979636424982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7025126979636424982&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7025126979636424982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7025126979636424982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/09/insudicizia.html' title='insudicizia'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-386968200156839428</id><published>2011-09-12T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.937+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>le risposte dell'Amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/41241_1577330641618_1486187645_1552804_6824321_n.jpg" style="width:300px;height:400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Ogni volta che vado a confessarmi al Santuario di Loreto, mi trattano sempre un po&amp;#039; &amp;quot;male&amp;quot;, mi &amp;quot;sgridano&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La cosa particolare &amp;egrave; che se vado dagli stessi frati ad Assisi o in altri santuari, o dai preti, non mi trattano in quel modo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gi&amp;agrave; la prima volta una mia amica ci si scald&amp;ograve; assai per come mi trattarono.&lt;br/&gt;Ma io non ci feci caso, giacch&amp;eacute; mi dissi, &amp;quot;si vede che va bene cos&amp;igrave;, che deve essere cos&amp;igrave;&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;La prima volta il frate mi fece addirittura l&amp;#039;&amp;quot;esame&amp;quot; di matematica e di geografia! Questa estate invece siamo andati sul giardinaggio, poi l&amp;#039;ingegneria statica delle costruzioni (con un architetto) e l&amp;#039;ornitologia con una colomba e un&amp;#039;aquila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/24380_1424405218578_1486187645_1142618_3504595_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:225px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Quindi come dicevo prima mi &amp;quot;sgridano e mi riprendono&amp;quot; sempre.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Questo insegna una cosa: che anche quello &amp;egrave; una rappresentazione e un&amp;#039;espressione dell&amp;#039;Amore. L&amp;#039;Amore di Dio verso gli Uomini si manifesta in molti modi. Quindi per questo ho utilizzato le virgolette dicendo che mi trattano &amp;quot;male&amp;quot;, che mi &amp;quot;sgridano&amp;quot;. Perch&amp;eacute; &amp;egrave; come l&amp;#039;arbusto che tende a stortarsi e viene legato con una cordicella affinch&amp;eacute; non si pieghi alle continue intemperie della vita. Il giogo leggero.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In quel luogo, in quella Santa Casa di Loreto, Maria ha risposto in un modo totale all&amp;#039;Amore di Dio.&lt;br/&gt;Chi Ama molto chiede molto.&lt;br/&gt;E l&amp;#039;Amore si aspetta molto in cambio. Tutto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Ho fatto questo post anche per Daniela e Lucio, Antonietta e Gianni, Erika e Tiziano che in questi giorni festeggiano il loro anniversario di matrimonio.&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/7043868936927100352-386968200156839428?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/386968200156839428/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=386968200156839428&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/386968200156839428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/386968200156839428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-risposte-dell.html' title='le risposte dell&amp;#39;Amore'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2222316839289328699</id><published>2011-09-11T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:19:50.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>breve pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2222316839289328699?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2222316839289328699/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2222316839289328699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2222316839289328699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2222316839289328699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/09/breve-pausa_11.html' title='breve pausa'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-5173826603006444519</id><published>2011-08-29T17:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><title type='text'>le vespe e le api</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Foto 87" src="http://files.splinder.com/70a22ecba5b68bc24b880f93dba2aa6c.jpeg" style="display:block;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La Principessa stea un d&amp;igrave; nello suo Giardino, tutta accorta nello suo parabolare, tra fiori arzilli e verdi tranquilli, quand&amp;rsquo;ecco l&amp;rsquo;aere farsi acuto ronzio.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;laquo;Ohh, ch&amp;rsquo;&amp;egrave; mai &amp;ldquo;zzz&amp;rdquo; ch&amp;rsquo;eco mi fa?&amp;raquo;, esclam&amp;ograve; la Principessa.&lt;br/&gt;Era lo &amp;ldquo;zzz&amp;rdquo; d&amp;rsquo;una fastidiosa vespuccia.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;laquo;Sci&amp;ograve; sci&amp;ograve;&amp;raquo;, fece aria la Principessa all&amp;rsquo;aere verso la vespina stuzzichina.&lt;br/&gt;Ma la fastidiosa vespetta non contava la Principessa mossa.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;laquo;Sci&amp;ograve; sci&amp;ograve; sci&amp;ograve;&amp;raquo;, arieggiava la Principessa di sue mani.&lt;br/&gt;Ma la vesposa ostinosa olezzava del suo &amp;ldquo;zzz&amp;rdquo; l&amp;rsquo;azzurro della Principessa.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;laquo;Ohh, ma che fastidievole vespola &amp;egrave; mai questa che mi vuol punta velenare&amp;raquo;. Indi la domanda le balen&amp;ograve; bisbiglio: &amp;laquo;Oh, che se mi portasse del dolce miele di ben gioia io sarei condita: ma come puote la vespina non portar veleno e divenire una leggiadra apina?&amp;raquo;. Indi Ella allo cantastorie, allo giullare e allo pittore consiglio chiam&amp;ograve; del suo pispiglio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Grappolosi i tre stettero appesi alla dolce domanda, ma a nessun succo arrivaron stilla.&lt;br/&gt;Ordunque nei giorni a seguire, mentre la Principessa stea a scacciare nel pratello l&amp;rsquo;insistente vespona, lo cantastorie, lo giullare e lo pittore sterono a cercar studio accome e perch&amp;eacute; il fastidioso insetto insidiava la dote della teodora, e di come l&amp;rsquo;infastidente vespa si potea tramutare in dolce ape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Indi i tre dell&amp;rsquo;Ave Maria si misero in cammino e si sparsero per lo Reame.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Traversarono valli, pianure e monti, giunsero fino allo deserto, indi lo traversarono diventando deserto, e giunsero fino al fiume delle lacrime ove si lavarono. Ma non si persero. Issi incontrarono tanta gente, amici da ritrovare e nemici per cui pregare, e a sera aveano i piedi stanchi e nudi, e le mani pure. Raccolsero frutti da portare, e ceste di dolore, e grappoli d&amp;rsquo;amore, e fiori per colorare e odorare, e aveano piedi stanchi e nudi, e mani bianche pure. E tutto questo all&amp;rsquo;amata Principessa condussero fedeli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;*+*&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="DSC06643" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/70a22ecba5b68bc24b880f93dba2aa6c.jpeg" style="display:block;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Quand&amp;rsquo;essi s&amp;rsquo;unirono al centro del Giardino, la Principessa ancor stea a scacciar la vespetta pria d&amp;rsquo;esser velenata nella favella.&lt;br/&gt;Lo cantastorie addisse accome avea appreso dal pastore del sud: &amp;laquo;L&amp;rsquo;ape &amp;egrave; uno insetto che produce pappa reale e miele, non attacca se no &amp;egrave; disturbata, ma quando attacca, avendo lo pungiglione ad uncino, lo perde ed essa more&amp;raquo;.&lt;br/&gt;Lo giullare addisse accome avea appreso dal tessitore d&amp;rsquo;oriente: &amp;laquo;La vespa &amp;egrave; una cugina dell&amp;rsquo;ape, si nutre d&amp;rsquo;altri insetti, di carne e tessuti&amp;raquo;.&lt;br/&gt;Lo pittore addisse accome avea appreso dal gigante sposo dell&amp;rsquo;addormentata: &amp;laquo;La vespa pu&amp;ograve; essere fastidiosa e punge se disturbata. Essa ha uno pungilione liscio e puote pungere pi&amp;ugrave; volte senza morire, mentre l&amp;rsquo;ape se punge more&amp;raquo;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Indi conclusero nella rosella della sera: &amp;laquo;Nostra Principessa, noi abbiam camminato e abbiamo meditato, ma non sappiam accome una vespa possa di miele diventar apina, giacch&amp;eacute; son tanto simili e diverse, tanto diverse e simili&amp;raquo;. Sconsolati stavan davanti alla dolce abbadessa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img alt="rose bouquet" src="http://files.splinder.com/f43d2660b1c61c6c043fad2e344f3875.jpeg" style="display:block;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fu allora che la Principessa di bianco vestita, videndo le loro mani bianche e i loro piedi stanchi, e di tutto ci&amp;ograve; ch&amp;rsquo;essi in grande fedelt&amp;agrave; aveano maturato nella raccolta, s&amp;rsquo;illumin&amp;ograve; tutta di sua luce splendente, s&amp;igrave; che che tutto lo Giardino pi&amp;ugrave; della luna e delle stelle illuminato fu, ed esclam&amp;ograve; tutta, che in tutto il reame fiorito la si fu udita sospirare: &amp;laquo;Ohh, mio Signore e mio Re: &amp;egrave;: l&amp;rsquo;Amore! &amp;Egrave; lo tuo Amore Signore che muta le cose e fa lo nostro amore, nello nostro vedere, nello nostro sentire. &amp;Egrave; lo tuo Amore Signore che nutre li fiori e le stelle, le api e le vespe. &amp;Egrave; nello tuo Amore Signore che l&amp;rsquo;ape se move e ama li fiori, e con lo lavoro offre a noi lo dolce miele, e pungendo more spogliata di sua vita per entrare serva nella vita, ed &amp;egrave; nello tuo Amore Signore che la vespa non lavora ma punge e punge pi&amp;ugrave; volte noi per correggere le nostre inerzie. Ed &amp;egrave; cos&amp;igrave; bene che l&amp;rsquo;ape sia ape e la vespa sia vespa. Ed &amp;egrave; ancor bene nostro Signore che la vespa e l&amp;rsquo;ape non sian amara punta ma dolce stilla pei nostri pensieri, e tutto ci&amp;ograve; nello tuo Amore che ogni cosa move e muta&amp;raquo;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nello cantar ci&amp;ograve; Ella strinse in grembo i dolci fiori del tempo maturato, e tutta la gente dello Reame si ritrov&amp;ograve; in quelle parole che suonavano come lo verbo conosciuto, sicch&amp;eacute; nell&amp;rsquo;intorno voleano api e vespe, fratelle e sorelle del cielo e delle stelle, e in grande preghiera anche i fiori alzarono corolla al cielo elevando stille di polline e raccogliendo stille di manna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-5173826603006444519?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/5173826603006444519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=5173826603006444519&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5173826603006444519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/5173826603006444519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/le-vespe-e-le-api.html' title='le vespe e le api'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2516185136968255570</id><published>2011-08-27T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><title type='text'>la vespa e l'ape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Ospedale.&lt;br/&gt;Oggi la Raffa parlava alla sua mamma:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;ndash; Mamma, scusa se ti parlo in continuazione, ma tu lo sai che sono un po&amp;#039; una vespa, ma lo faccio per il tuo bene perch&amp;eacute; voglio che tu ti riprenda...&lt;br/&gt;Allora le dissi:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;ndash; Raffa, va bene che sei una vespa, per&amp;ograve; sarebbe meglio che tu cercassi di diventare un&amp;#039;ape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="fiore" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/fiori3-20.jpg" style="width:250px;height:325px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Questo dovrebbe diventare oggetto di un racconto, di una riflessione, ma al momento non so una cosa: come fa una vespa a diventare un&amp;#039;ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2516185136968255570?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2516185136968255570/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2516185136968255570&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2516185136968255570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2516185136968255570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vespa-e-l.html' title='la vespa e l&amp;#39;ape'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6582170344932887771</id><published>2011-08-23T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>affetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/283458_2251092005231_1486187645_2624593_2786935_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:288px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Dalle visioni di Maria Valtorta.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ges&amp;ugrave; le disse:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La vita &amp;egrave; cara per le oneste soddisfazioni che procura. Dio non le biasima.&lt;br/&gt;Il lavoro Egli l&amp;#039;ha messo. Per punizione, ma anche per svago all&amp;#039;uomo colpevole. Guai se aveste dovuto vivere nell&amp;#039;ozio. L&amp;#039;onesta fatica rasserena e d&amp;agrave; gioia e riposo sereno.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La vita &amp;egrave; ancor pi&amp;ugrave; cara per gli affetti santi di cui si infiora. Dio non li biasima. Potrebbe Dio, che &amp;egrave; Amore, biasimare un amore onesto? O gioia d&amp;#039;esser figli! e gioia d&amp;#039;esser padri!&lt;br/&gt;L&amp;#039;amore lo ha messo Lui, e non sulla Terra... Ma nel Terrestre Paradiso per base alla grande gioia d&amp;#039;esser figli di Dio. &amp;quot;Non &amp;egrave; bene che l&amp;#039;uomo sia solo&amp;quot; ha detto.&lt;br/&gt;E Dio gli diede la compagna. Non solo. Ma dal casto amore con la stessa gli avrebbe concesso i dolci figli, perch&amp;eacute; l&amp;#039;uomo e la donna potessero dire la parola pi&amp;ugrave; dolce dopo il Nome di Dio: &amp;quot;Figlio mio!&amp;quot;; e i figli potessero dire la parola pi&amp;ugrave; santa dopo il Nome di Dio. &amp;quot;Mamma!&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vita e affezioni non devono divenire nemiche. Mai Se tali divengono, occorre spezzarle.&lt;br/&gt;Da&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Ges&amp;ugrave; tentato&lt;/strong&gt;, ed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Centro Editoriale Valtortian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6582170344932887771?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6582170344932887771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6582170344932887771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6582170344932887771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6582170344932887771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/affetti.html' title='affetti'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-324678780223290599</id><published>2011-08-21T17:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giornalismo'/><title type='text'>difesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/26680_1512307856089_1486187645_1368500_5660715_n.jpg" style="width:250px;height:328px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;Egrave; curioso vedere l&amp;#039;evolversi degli attacchi alla Chiesa di questi tempi.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sembra di rivedere le cronache napoleoniche o pi&amp;ugrave; di recente legate al nazionalsocialismo degli anni &amp;#039;30. La politica e i mass media sono impegnati.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ieri mi capit&amp;ograve; di ascoltare un giornalista che spiegava con grande dialettica e termini adeguati come fosse giusto togliere i soldi alla Chiesa, perch&amp;eacute; sono soldi dei cittadini italiani. E la giornalista che concluse con una battuta, &amp;quot;non vorrei essere blasfema, ma allora aspettiamo di avere finalmente un papa Francesco&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Se la Chiesa siamo noi, se la Chiesa &amp;egrave; la comunit&amp;agrave; dei credenti, perch&amp;eacute; mi stanno attaccando?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Perch&amp;eacute; lo Stato vuole utilizzare i soldi della beneficenza per costruire armi o mine anti uomo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-324678780223290599?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/324678780223290599/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=324678780223290599&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/324678780223290599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/324678780223290599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/difesa.html' title='difesa'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8140887717611851870</id><published>2011-08-20T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Ausiliatrice</title><content type='html'>Gi&amp;agrave; che ci sono, tre immaginette della cappellina dedicata a Maria Ausiliatrice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="Maria Ausiliatrice" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312826_2322715395771_1486187645_2727286_481402_n.jpg" style="width:200px;height:267px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Maria Ausiliatrice" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307983_2322715635777_1486187645_2727287_8043332_n.jpg" style="width:200px;height:267px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="Maria Ausiliatrice" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228826_2322716155790_1486187645_2727289_269582_n.jpg" style="width:200px;height:267px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Maria Ausiliatrice" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308600_2322716475798_1486187645_2727290_4906883_n.jpg" style="width:200px;height:267px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Maria Ausiliatrice" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/312826_2322715395771_1486187645_2727286_481402_n.jpg" style="width:403px;height:302px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8140887717611851870?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8140887717611851870/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8140887717611851870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8140887717611851870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8140887717611851870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/ausiliatrice.html' title='Ausiliatrice'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7476366678116095673</id><published>2011-08-20T11:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>affresco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	C&amp;#039;era questo affresco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/291949_2322721795931_1486187645_2727297_2167870_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:617px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7476366678116095673?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7476366678116095673/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7476366678116095673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7476366678116095673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7476366678116095673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/affresco.html' title='affresco'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-9067252250543160520</id><published>2011-08-20T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>immagini</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Mi aveva dato una fotocamera per fare delle foto.&lt;br/&gt;	Ma era di quelle vecchie, che non si vedeva neppure bene il monitor. Quindi le foto le facevo un po&amp;#039; a caso.&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	In questa immagine della &lt;strong&gt;Vergine Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;egrave; rimasto il cartello &lt;span style="color:rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="Madonna Vergine Maria" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/308151_2322723115964_1486187645_2727300_2574408_n.jpg" style="width:350px;height:468px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	In quest&amp;#039;altra stavamo indicando una villa, e allora mi dissi &amp;quot;ora faccio la foto del dito che indica&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;	Quando ho visto la foto sembra la cacciata dal Paradiso Terrestre: Dio che indica la via dell&amp;#039;allontanamento, Adamo ed Eva che si incamminano a testa bassa con il loro sacchetto della spesa.&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316193_2322720115889_1486187645_2727295_1756207_n.jpg" style="width:450px;height:337px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-9067252250543160520?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/9067252250543160520/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=9067252250543160520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/9067252250543160520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/9067252250543160520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/immagini.html' title='immagini'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1018302673585247362</id><published>2011-08-18T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alimentari'/><title type='text'>gelato</title><content type='html'>Non c&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; niente da fare.&lt;br/&gt;Ho constatato che, dove c&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; un alto flusso di turisti stranieri, il gelato lo fanno a palline.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sar&amp;ograve; fissato, ma alla fine il gelato me lo sono preso confezionato: il cono gelato non si fa assolutamente con le palline.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/cono_gelato.jpg" style="width:150px;height:225px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Le palline le posso concedere eventualmente nelle coppette. Ma solo in casi estremi.&lt;br/&gt;	Il cono si deve fare esclusivamente a spatola. Ma molti gelatai non la sanno usare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1018302673585247362?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1018302673585247362/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1018302673585247362&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1018302673585247362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1018302673585247362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/gelato.html' title='gelato'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6303815438052580885</id><published>2011-08-18T00:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alimentari'/><title type='text'>ah ecco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ah, ecco, cercavo da tempo questa scena di quando vanno al bar.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;laquo;Ahhh, stavo pensando un buon punch al rum... no,... ah ecco, ho deciso: vino cotto con molta cannella e poco garofano, roba dei miei tempi sa...&amp;raquo;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mi viene sempre in mente quando vado al bar e non so cosa pigliare, e allora magari chiedo un marsala, e mi dicono che non ce l&amp;#039;hanno perch&amp;eacute; &amp;egrave; obsoleto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6303815438052580885?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6303815438052580885/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6303815438052580885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6303815438052580885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6303815438052580885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah-ecco.html' title='ah ecco'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-8241860929855310523</id><published>2011-08-16T22:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventi'/><title type='text'>giovani</title><content type='html'>Mia zia Giuditta diceva spesso &amp;laquo;Noi siamo vecchi&amp;raquo;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Un giorno sua sorella, mia nonna Iole, ricordo stava seduta sulla sua sediolina di legno, davanti casa, con il vestito bluettino, le rispose scuotendo la testa &amp;laquo;Io, per me sono giovane&amp;raquo;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mia nonna si chiamava Iole, ma tutti la chiamavano Jolanda.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/logo.jpg" style="width:200px;height:271px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-8241860929855310523?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/8241860929855310523/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=8241860929855310523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8241860929855310523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/8241860929855310523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/giovani.html' title='giovani'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1167786602718420663</id><published>2011-08-15T02:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cielo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>l'Assunzione della Vergine Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Sintesi dalle visioni di &lt;strong&gt;Anna Caterina Emmerick,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;sull&amp;#039;assunzione della Madonna in Cielo.&amp;nbsp;Comunicazioni della Veggente del 14 agosto 1821.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.parrocchie.it/monreale/sangiuseppe/Grafica/Assunzione.gif" style="width:347px;height:248px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;La morte si accostava visibilmente alla Madonna; Ella riposava sul suo giaciglio nell&amp;#039;attesa trepidante di ricongiungersi col Figlio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maria Santissima preg&amp;ograve;; poi bened&amp;igrave; separatamente ogni Apostolo toccandogli la mano. Infine parl&amp;ograve; a tutti insieme.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vidi che Pietro, dopo aver dato il Santissimo Sacramento a tutti gli Apostoli, si avvi&amp;ograve; dalla Vergine per darle per l&amp;#039;ultima volta il Pane Eucaristico e l&amp;#039;Estrema Unzione.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pietro La unse con gli oli santi, sul viso, sulle mani, sui piedi e sul costato, dove la sua veste aveva un&amp;#039;apertura, cos&amp;igrave; non ebbe bisogno di venir scoperta; infine le diede la Santa Comunione. Frattanto gli Apostoli recitavano sottovoce le preghiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/assuntafrarixcornice2.jpg?w=242" style="width:300px;height:371px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;In quel momento vidi un bagliore di luce celeste invadere Maria, avvolgerla tutta ed entrare nel suo corpo. Poi la Vergine cadde in un&amp;#039;estasi profonda.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Il tetto della stanza della Madonna non esisteva pi&amp;ugrave; e dal Cielo aperto scesero numerose figure di Angeli. Tra questi si stagli&amp;ograve; una Via luminosa che guidava fino alla Gerusalemme celeste.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Allora vidi la Madonna stendere le braccia verso quella Via, subito due Cori di Angeli su nubi splendenti avvolsero la sua anima separandola dal Santo Corpo, il quale ricadde inanimato sul letto con le braccia incrociate sul petto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seguii la sua Santissima Anima che, accompagnata da numerosi Cori angelici, sal&amp;igrave; nella Gerusalemme celeste e assurse al trono dell&amp;#039;adorabile Trinit&amp;agrave;. Qui le andarono incontro con grande venerazione tutte le anime dei Patriarchi dell&amp;#039;antichit&amp;agrave;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cos&amp;igrave; vidi entrare la Madonna nella Gloria celeste, mentre tutto ci&amp;ograve; che era sulla terra intorno a Lei scomparve ai miei occhi.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vidi una luce intensa inondare di splendore il Cielo e la terra come nel giorno dell&amp;#039;Ascensione di Cristo. Quello fu il momento in cui Maria Santissima, pi&amp;ugrave; bella che mai, assurse al Cielo seguita da molte anime liberate dal Purgatorio. Anche oggi, nell&amp;#039;anniversario della sua morte, ho visto numerose anime assurgere al Paradiso. Molte anime entrano in Cielo ogni anniversario della morte della Madonna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://digilander.libero.it/giardinodegliangeli/Immagini/Pittura/assunzione-della-Vergine-Palma-il-vecchio1512.jpg" style="width:300px;height:430px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando la Santa Vergine lasci&amp;ograve; il Santo Corpo era l&amp;#039;ora stessa in cui era spirato il Salvatore. L&amp;#039;ora nona. Mentre vedevo gli Apostoli, i discepoli e le pie donne pregare, percepii un gran movimento in tutta la natura, come nella notte in cui nacque Ges&amp;ugrave; Cristo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Secondo l&amp;#039;uso ebraico avevano portato erbe aromatiche e balsamo per imbalsamare il Santo Corpo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mentre alcuni Apostoli e numerose sante donne erano assorti in preghiera e intonavano cantici sacri nel giardino dinanzi alla grotta celata, vidi ad un tratto una gloria formata da tre Cori d&amp;#039;Angeli e di anime buone che circondavano un&amp;#039;apparizione: Ges&amp;ugrave; Cristo, con le sue Piaghe risplendenti di luce intensa era vicino all&amp;#039;Anima di Maria Santissima.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vidi l&amp;#039;Anima della Santa Vergine seguire l&amp;#039;Immagine di Ges&amp;ugrave;, scendere con il Figlio per la rupe del Sepolcro, e subito dopo uscirne con il proprio Corpo risplendente fra torrenti di viva luce, quindi La vidi risalire col Signore e con tutta la gloria angelica verso la Gerusalemme celeste.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dopo di che disparve ogni splendore ed il Cielo silenzioso e stellato torn&amp;ograve; a chiudersi sopra la terra. Vidi che le pie donne e gli Apostoli si gettarono col volto a terra, poi guardarono in alto, con stupore e profonda venerazione.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Con questo prodigio il Santo Corpo della Madre di Dio fu Assunto al Cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1167786602718420663?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1167786602718420663/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1167786602718420663&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1167786602718420663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1167786602718420663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-della-vergine-maria.html' title='l&amp;#39;Assunzione della Vergine Maria'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7408008881603411065</id><published>2011-08-13T22:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>i Giovanni e i Pietri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Dalle visioni di Maria Valtorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/giovanni2be2bpietro2b2.jpg?w=300" style="width:320px;height:240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Ges&amp;ugrave; le disse, parlando dell&amp;#039;apostolo Giovanni:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;laquo;Quanti sudditi migliori dei &amp;quot;capi&amp;quot;! Non negate mai la vostra piet&amp;agrave;, o sudditi santi, ai &amp;quot;capi&amp;quot; che flettono sotto il peso che non sanno portare, o ai quali il fumo dell&amp;#039;onore da cecit&amp;agrave; ed ebbrezza. Siate, o sudditi santi, i cerenei dei vostri Superiori... siate i &amp;quot;Giovanni&amp;quot; che corrono avanti e guidano i &amp;quot;Pietri&amp;quot;, e poi si fermano lasciandoli entrare, per il rispetto della loro carica...&amp;raquo;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Da &lt;strong&gt;Ges&amp;ugrave; tentato&lt;/strong&gt;, ed. &lt;em&gt;Centro Editoriale Valtortiano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7408008881603411065?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7408008881603411065/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7408008881603411065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7408008881603411065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7408008881603411065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-giovanni-e-i-pietri.html' title='i Giovanni e i Pietri'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7172441269819916792</id><published>2011-08-08T09:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><title type='text'>metano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/fig9.jpg" style="width:400px;height:206px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;La distribuzione del metano per auto in Italia risale agli anni &amp;#039;30 e &amp;#039;40.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Alla met&amp;agrave; degli anni &amp;#039;50 erano operative pi&amp;ugrave; di &lt;strong&gt;1300&lt;/strong&gt; stazioni di rifornimento.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Negli anni &amp;#039;60, con il boom economico la benzina era pi&amp;ugrave; facilmente reperibile e a buon mercato: gli impianti a metano erano destinati all&amp;#039;oblio.&lt;strong&gt; In 10 anni chiusero pi&amp;ugrave; del 90% dei distributori.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nella met&amp;agrave; degli anni &amp;#039;60 restarono aperti solo&lt;strong&gt; 95 impianti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Le crisi petrolifere degli anni &amp;rsquo;70 diedero un impulso al metano: alla fine degli anni &amp;#039;70 erano in attivit&amp;agrave; &lt;strong&gt;217 distributori&lt;/strong&gt; ed altri 100 sarebbero stati costruiti negli anni seguenti.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Purtroppo questa crescita venne immediatamente bloccata da &lt;strong&gt;un intervento del governo che introdusse una tassazione&lt;/strong&gt; tale da far aumentare in una sola settimana il prezzo del metano come carburante: da 67 a 200 lire. Il motivo di questo blocco: le compagnie petrolifere non hanno un reale interesse nello sviluppo del metano, che non necessita tra l&amp;rsquo;altro di una rete distributiva su gomma.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All&amp;#039;inizio degli anni &amp;#039;90 si &amp;egrave; verificata una ripresa dello sviluppo del settore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Attualmente (2011) sul territorio italiano ci sono poco pi&amp;ugrave; di &lt;strong&gt;800 distributori&lt;/strong&gt;. Ben lontani dai &lt;strong&gt;1300&lt;/strong&gt; degli anni &amp;#039;50.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Diverse leggi italiane ne ostacolano ancora lo sviluppo. Basti pensare che all&amp;#039;estero i distributori si trovano anche in centro citt&amp;agrave;, in Italia devono essere costruiti lontani dai centri abitati. All&amp;#039;estero si pu&amp;ograve; fare il self service, in Italia &amp;egrave; vietato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7172441269819916792?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7172441269819916792/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7172441269819916792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7172441269819916792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7172441269819916792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/metano.html' title='metano'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-9191994821273026937</id><published>2011-08-05T07:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>a Maria unica rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Grazie&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-9191994821273026937?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/9191994821273026937/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=9191994821273026937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/9191994821273026937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/9191994821273026937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/maria-unica-rosa.html' title='a Maria unica rosa'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-17000741178564591</id><published>2011-08-04T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Come creare un'opera d'arte inutile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto Cascone&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;egrave; un artista eclettico, forse un po&amp;#039; surreale nella sua realt&amp;agrave;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Il suo ultimo progetto &amp;egrave; un workshop (alla&lt;em&gt; Maison de huit&lt;/em&gt; di Avignone) in cui spiega &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Come creare un&amp;#039;opera d&amp;#039;arte inutile&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;. Il giorno 5 terr&amp;agrave; una conferenza stampa per presentarne i risultati e l&amp;rsquo;appuntamento successivo che si terr&amp;agrave; a settembre a Roma. Lui organizza sempre le cose in modo puntiglioso. A volte le porta a termine, altre volte no.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Questo evento prende da un altro suo libro inutile:&lt;strong&gt; &amp;quot;Artherapy. Curarsi con l&amp;rsquo;arte contemporanea&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;(2008): una riflessione sulla funzione dell&amp;rsquo;opera e il tentativo di favorire creativit&amp;agrave; e rapporti umani attraverso l&amp;rsquo;arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/lf-eq-150x150.jpg" style="width:150px;height:150px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.artapartofculture.net/new/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/LF-DS-150x150.jpg" style="width:150px;height:150px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.artapartofculture.net/new/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/LF-CZ-150x150.jpg" style="width:150px;height:150px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Oltre che alla &lt;em&gt;Maison de huit&lt;/em&gt;, questo progetto si sviluppa sul web dove l&amp;rsquo;artista invita amici, conoscenti ed estranei ad esprimere via e mail (&lt;a href="mailto:sole48ore@gmail.com)" target="_blank"&gt;sole48ore@gmail.com)&lt;/a&gt; una riflessione sull&amp;rsquo;utilit&amp;agrave; dell&amp;rsquo;opera. In cambio invia loro un proprio lavoro digitale della serie &lt;strong&gt;Life Forms&lt;/strong&gt;, ovvero: una produzione di circa 25 mila lavori ispirati al mondo microbiologico: cellule, virus, batteri, ecc..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;Egrave; notevole la costanza di Roberto Cascone nel portare avanti questo progetto. Qualche anno fa quando me ne parlava era alle migliaia. Ora &amp;egrave; passato alle decine di migliaia, ha oltrepassato le ventimila di migliaia...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.artapartofculture.net/new/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/cities.jpg" style="width:250px;height:167px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Interessante anche un breve sguardo al suo curriculum:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto Cascone&lt;/strong&gt; (Napoli 1958), artista, giornalista e scrittore, vive e lavora a Milano. Ha esposto soprattutto in Italia, realizzando numerosi lavori ed happening multimediali, creando gruppi e operando con sigle differenti, da Mistika Zero a RA First Agency, dal Cattelan Funs Club a Bondage. Tra il 1997 e il 2000 ha fatto parte attivamente del Progetto Oreste col quale ha partecipato alla Biennale di Venezia. Non ha partecipato alla Biennale di Venezia curata da Vittorio Sgarbi.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Roberto Cascone vive anche sotto altre identit&amp;agrave;. A volte lo riconosco, altre volte no. Anche la mail sole48ore &amp;egrave; una sua opera. Sempre inutile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Info: &lt;a href="http://www.artapartofculture.net/2011/08/04/workshop-come-creare-unopera-darte-inutile-lo-spiega-roberto-cascone-ad-avignone/" target="_blank"&gt;xxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-17000741178564591?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/17000741178564591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=17000741178564591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/17000741178564591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/17000741178564591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/08/come-creare-un-d-inutile.html' title='Come creare un&amp;#39;opera d&amp;#39;arte inutile'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-564709292356681886</id><published>2011-07-31T17:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.016+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>scene da un matrimonio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Scene da un matrimonio &amp;egrave; un film intenso di&lt;strong&gt; Ingmar Bergman&lt;/strong&gt;, girato per la tv.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Primi piani, dialoghi che indagano l&amp;#039;animo umano.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In questa scena finale, un incubo.&lt;br/&gt;La composizione &amp;egrave; talmente forte che potrebbe esistere anche senza immagini, e le immagini senza suono. Vanno oltre.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Marito e moglie si confessano. Vi sono delle pause che non sono silenzio. Vi sono delle parole che sono come fiori che si aprono a volte su degli abissi, altre su abbracci di tenerezza. La composizione filmica &amp;egrave; straordinaria nei primi piani che sono confessioni.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dopo la tragedia e il crollo matrimoniale vissuto nelle puntate precedenti, marito e moglie si ritrovano, davanti al racconto di un incubo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anche se questo film, quando usc&amp;igrave; sulla tv svedese, provoc&amp;ograve; una impennata dei divorzi, a me &amp;egrave; sempre piaciuto. La crisi matrimoniale che ivi si rappresenta, &amp;egrave; l&amp;#039;immagine di una ricerca, in un mondo in cui si &amp;egrave; voluto allontanare Dio dalla vita dell&amp;#039;uomo. Ma gli occhi continuano a cercare, le mani ad accarezzare, le braccia ad abbracciare. Per cui vi ho sempre trovato la ricerca di una speranza.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Perch&amp;eacute; l&amp;#039;Amore &amp;egrave; la Carit&amp;agrave;? Perch&amp;eacute; l&amp;#039;Amore se non &amp;egrave; donazione, offerta, condivisione, carit&amp;agrave;, non &amp;egrave; amore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gli attori sono bravissimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-564709292356681886?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/564709292356681886/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=564709292356681886&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/564709292356681886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/564709292356681886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/scene-da-un-matrimonio.html' title='scene da un matrimonio'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3287216214224070679</id><published>2011-07-30T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>riserva</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/24800.jpg?w=231" style="width:300px;height:390px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Le preghiere a Maria sono preghiere di riserva.&lt;br/&gt;Proprio cos&amp;igrave;, preghiere di riserva...&lt;br/&gt;In tutta la liturgia, non esiste altra preghiera, che il pi&amp;ugrave; deplorevole peccatore non possa recitare, sinceramente, dal fondo del suo cuore.&lt;br/&gt;Nel meccanismo della salvezza, l&amp;#039;Ave Maria &amp;egrave; il nostro ultimo ricorso. Potendo contare su questo ricorso, stiamo al sicuro, nessuno star&amp;agrave; perduto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Charles P&amp;eacute;guy&lt;br/&gt;	(Conversando con Joseph Lotte) - 27 settembre 1933&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3287216214224070679?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3287216214224070679/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3287216214224070679&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3287216214224070679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3287216214224070679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/riserva.html' title='riserva'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-792499740842481747</id><published>2011-07-29T11:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>dialoghi filosofici</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-792499740842481747?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/792499740842481747/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=792499740842481747&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/792499740842481747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/792499740842481747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/dialoghi-filosofici.html' title='dialoghi filosofici'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2847417862976635209</id><published>2011-07-27T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><title type='text'>Eta Beta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Oggi ho rivisto Eta Beta.&lt;br/&gt;Non aveva la sua compagna ma un computer rosa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(per&amp;ograve; aveva sempre le cuffiette alle orecchie, una maglietta verde attillata, i pochi capelli gialli tirati indietro col gel, un orologio con il monoscopio della tv, non masticava chewing gum, era sveglio)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Questa &amp;egrave; storia.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://paracchini.splinder.com/post/9583808/eta-beta" target="_blank"&gt;http://paracchini.splinder.com/post/9583808/eta-beta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://paracchini.splinder.com/post/6458029/eta" target="_blank"&gt;http://paracchini.splinder.com/post/6458029/eta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://paracchini.splinder.com/post/18871025/le-gocce-e-eta-beta" target="_blank"&gt;http://paracchini.splinder.com/post/18871025/le-gocce-e-eta-beta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2847417862976635209?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2847417862976635209/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2847417862976635209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2847417862976635209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2847417862976635209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/eta-beta.html' title='Eta Beta'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4941326344169091447</id><published>2011-07-26T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>google maps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;L&amp;#039;anno scorso ero fermo sotto la chiesa, che aspettavo mia mamma andata in negozio.&lt;br/&gt;Dallo specchietto vidi passare la macchina rossa di Google. Siccome andava un po&amp;#039; veloce, pensai stesse scendendo sulla strada principale.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;L&amp;#039;altro giorno invece ho visto che sono stato fotografato, in macchina, mentre ero in attesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/284314_2238154321797_1486187645_2603036_7618636_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:186px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267461_2238153241770_1486187645_2603035_2383749_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:186px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282028_2238152241745_1486187645_2603034_4705560_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:187px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Ho provato ad andare a vedere dopo qualche giorno. Sono sempre l&amp;igrave;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-4941326344169091447?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4941326344169091447/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4941326344169091447&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4941326344169091447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4941326344169091447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/google-maps.html' title='google maps'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1063043617991692010</id><published>2011-07-22T20:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>19671969</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Oggi mi &amp;egrave; venuto in mente di cercare queste fotografie.&lt;br/&gt;	Era il 1967, avevo 3 anni.&lt;br/&gt;	Ero con una bambina, Elisabetta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/207913_2251087805126_1486187645_2624591_2595079_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:302px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254112_2251089005156_1486187645_2624592_7452768_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:307px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198763_2251085965080_1486187645_2624590_7647000_n.jpg" style="width:304px;height:400px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Nel 1969 i rispettivi genitori, ci utilizzarono per fare delle foto pubblicitarie per i giocattoli della Ratti.&lt;br/&gt;	Io giocavo con delle bellissime macchinine filocomandate, lei giacch&amp;eacute; era una bambina con una bellissima cucina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/283458_2251092005231_1486187645_2624593_2786935_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:288px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250223_2251093045257_1486187645_2624594_1156234_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:291px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	Anche nel 1969 compii gli anni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;	Non so come mai, ma sono molto affezionato a questa foto. Forse perch&amp;eacute; la volli fare io cos&amp;igrave;: con le gambe conserte sulla poltrona in pelle, forse per i vestiti un po&amp;#039; logori che volevo sempre, forse per quelle scarpe usate, consumate, rotte, che non avrei mai voluto buttare via. Quelle scarpe erano tutto un mondo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252556_2251105365565_1486187645_2624603_4798961_n.jpg" style="width:400px;height:510px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1063043617991692010?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1063043617991692010/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1063043617991692010&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1063043617991692010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1063043617991692010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/19671969.html' title='19671969'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7826365442571307554</id><published>2011-07-22T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrado'/><title type='text'>governo e governi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Una grande parodia di Ettore Petrolini del governo italiano. Una imitazione perfetta.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;berlusconi, forza italia, lega, pdl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Televisioni, giochi, veline scosciate, cementificazioni, ma che fine far&amp;agrave; Roma?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7826365442571307554?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7826365442571307554/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7826365442571307554&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7826365442571307554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7826365442571307554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/governo-e-governi.html' title='governo e governi'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-89556984510629551</id><published>2011-07-19T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><title type='text'>preferirei di no</title><content type='html'>Una storia.&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/7043868936927100352-89556984510629551?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/89556984510629551/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=89556984510629551&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/89556984510629551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/89556984510629551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/preferirei-di-no.html' title='preferirei di no'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2134003624837500881</id><published>2011-07-16T21:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>hit parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;b&gt;Lei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;b&gt;Nel cuore Lei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;b&gt;Tutto quello che un uomo&lt;span style="display:none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="display:none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;b&gt;Fragole infinite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;b&gt;Indietro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;b&gt;Compilation mix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2134003624837500881?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2134003624837500881/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2134003624837500881&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2134003624837500881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2134003624837500881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/hit-parade.html' title='hit parade'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-6109804502468576696</id><published>2011-07-14T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.031+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>senza limiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="ciukini" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/494b6c209222cc2c0267d51f740e313c_small.jpg" style="display:block;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Io vorrei che noi giurassimo un patto che non conosce confini terreni n&amp;eacute; limiti temporali:&lt;br/&gt;	l&amp;rsquo;unione nella preghiera.&lt;br/&gt;	(Pier Giorgio Frassati)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Sono partito da questa frase che ho trovato ieri nel blog di &lt;a href="http://elle16.blog.tiscali.it/" target="_blank"&gt;elleletizia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mi &amp;egrave; piaciuta molto perch&amp;eacute; in essa vi &amp;egrave;: il desiderio, il patto eterno, l&amp;#039;oltrepassare i limiti terreni, l&amp;#039;entrare nell&amp;#039;infinito spirituale, l&amp;#039;unione nella preghiera. &amp;Egrave; una forma ad anello che rappresenta Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Pier Giorgio Frassati uscendo un giorno dalla chiesa, dopo avere fatto la comunione, teneva ancora in mano la corona del Rosario. Sui gradini, fu incontrato da un giovanotto conoscente: &lt;i&gt;&amp;laquo;Oh, Pier Giorgio, sei diventato bigotto? No! Sono rimasto cristiano!&amp;raquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In una sua lettera del luglio 1924: &lt;i&gt;La mia malattia &amp;egrave; tale per cui nessun intervento umano pu&amp;ograve; farla cessare. L&amp;rsquo;intervento umano potr&amp;agrave; darmi dei rimedi che possono attutire la crisi ma non estirpare la causa del male; solo la fede pu&amp;ograve; essere la mia speranza ed il mio conforto nella vita futura, perci&amp;ograve; ti prego di pregare molto per me affinch&amp;eacute; ogni giorno rinsaldi la fede.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-6109804502468576696?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/6109804502468576696/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=6109804502468576696&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6109804502468576696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/6109804502468576696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/senza-limiti.html' title='senza limiti'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-2613902190892691253</id><published>2011-07-12T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.886+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><title type='text'>Fatima</title><content type='html'>Il video di Fatima, 11-14 maggio 2011.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVWstEDnN8k]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-2613902190892691253?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/2613902190892691253/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=2613902190892691253&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2613902190892691253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/2613902190892691253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/fatima.html' title='Fatima'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4893550344733638410</id><published>2011-07-10T17:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>al mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Oggi Matteo ci dice che Ges&amp;ugrave; &amp;egrave; uscito di casa ed &amp;egrave; andato al mare.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Attorno a lui c&amp;#039;erano tante persone, allora Ges&amp;ugrave; ha preso una barca e si &amp;egrave; messo sull&amp;#039;acqua, mentre la folla stava sulla spiaggia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/251241_2108417398455_1486187645_2490126_1638095_n.jpg 125 plus/MassimoVitali2.jpg?t=1295564838" style="width:450px;height:344px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.teknemedia.net/esposizioni/new_40abfb0e2dcd9.jpg" style="width:450px;height:357px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foto di Massimo Vitali.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Anche da noi &amp;egrave; arrivata l&amp;#039;estate. Molti si apprestano a partire e andare al mare.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Da qualche ventennio c&amp;#039;&amp;egrave; l&amp;#039;uso di mettere delle casse sulla spiaggia e fare rumore da mattina a sera.&lt;br/&gt;Si viene distolti dal tempo dell&amp;#039;ascolto, della riflessione.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ges&amp;ugrave; si &amp;egrave; messo sulla barca e parlava alle persone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-4893550344733638410?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4893550344733638410/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4893550344733638410&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4893550344733638410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4893550344733638410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/al-mare.html' title='al mare'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3670061428900643305</id><published>2011-07-06T18:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>le mele di Adamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Le mele di Adamo&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;egrave; un film danese breve ma intenso: unisce i toni della commedia e del dramma, del sociale e dello spirituale. Leggero, ma di spessore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La storia &amp;egrave; semplice: un neonazista, Adam, viene inviato in una comunit&amp;agrave; di recupero gestita da padre Ivan. Qui sono ospiti diversi personaggi con molti problemi, cui si aggiunge una donna che vorrebbe abortire. Adam avr&amp;agrave; come progetto quello di fare una torta di mele: con le mele della pianta del giardino della chiesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Il film innesta su questa breve trama molti spunti di riflessione.&lt;br/&gt;Bravissimi tutti gli attori, ognuno lascia un segno e si fa ricordare.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La Bibbia, i dieci comandamenti, e in particolare il libro di Giobbe con la lotta tra il Bene e il Male sono il filo rosso che unisce le storie personali dei vari personaggi. Chi &amp;egrave; ad esempio il medico? Perch&amp;eacute; l&amp;#039;albero di mele viene attaccato dai corvi? Perch&amp;eacute; le mele si riempiono di vermi? Perch&amp;eacute; il figlio handicappato? Perch&amp;eacute; i fulmini? Chi rappresentano i vari personaggi? Perch&amp;eacute; la Bibbia si apre sempre nel medesimo punto?...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Insomma, un film che non lascia indifferenti giacch&amp;eacute; ci costringe a confrontarci con la vita e l&amp;#039;origine della vita. Che fa ridere ma fa anche commuovere pur essendo grottesco. Il personaggio che mi ha inquietato di pi&amp;ugrave; &amp;egrave; il medico, perch&amp;eacute; risulta evidente la sua funzione.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Un film che ci riporta ai sapori di un cinema lontano dai clich&amp;eacute; americani.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ma la domanda delle domande &amp;egrave;: ce la far&amp;agrave; Adam a fare la sua torta di mele? Ce la far&amp;ograve; io a fare la mia torta di mele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3670061428900643305?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3670061428900643305/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3670061428900643305&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3670061428900643305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3670061428900643305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/le-mele-di-adamo.html' title='le mele di Adamo'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1241802342267869304</id><published>2011-07-05T00:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.834+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i racconti delle cose inutili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treno'/><title type='text'>il tempo che passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;Ieri in treno rividi una signora che non vedevo da anni.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Era come sempre.&lt;br/&gt;Poi cambiai posto.&lt;br/&gt;E vidi che davanti a lei ci stava una ragazzina.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dopo un po&amp;#039; guardandola bene capii che quella ragazza, tutta truccata, con gli occhi pesantemente mascarati, che ascoltava la musica e si muoveva in un altro spazio, era la sua bambina di una volta.&lt;br/&gt;Me la ricordai di quando le vedevo, lei con lo zainetto rosa, e il cagnolino sotto il sedile, una bambina abbastanza cicciottella. E ora s&amp;#039;era fatta una ragazza. Una donna.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cos&amp;igrave; capii il tempo. Erano passati 10 anni.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Queste cose le fa il treno.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oggi davanti a me un tipo con le braccia pelose. Conserte.&lt;br/&gt;Aveva due cerotti, sospesi sui peli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1241802342267869304?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1241802342267869304/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1241802342267869304&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1241802342267869304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1241802342267869304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-tempo-che-passa.html' title='il tempo che passa'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7707783813237734785</id><published>2011-07-03T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7707783813237734785?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7707783813237734785/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7707783813237734785&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7707783813237734785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7707783813237734785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-3511496242520998720</id><published>2011-07-01T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><title type='text'>raccolti</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Mi &amp;egrave; arrivata comunicazione l&amp;#039;altro giorno che in un anno il libro &lt;strong&gt;Le Litanie&lt;/strong&gt; ha raccolto e devoluto in beneficenza 410 euro, oltre a quelli ovviamente che vanno all&amp;#039;editore, i frati, per le loro opere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Grazie a tutti quanti hanno acquistato il libro e contribuito.&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'times new roman', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le Litanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	raccolte da Riccardo Paracchini&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;strong&gt;128 pagine - euro 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	ISBN 978-88-270-0907-9&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	Edizioni Porziuncola&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;strong&gt;IN TUTTE LE LIBRERIE&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:normal;"&gt;(Ho visto che in alcuni siti internet il libro viene venduto a 8 euro, ma il suo prezzo &amp;egrave; 6 euro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-3511496242520998720?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/3511496242520998720/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=3511496242520998720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3511496242520998720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/3511496242520998720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/07/raccolti.html' title='raccolti'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-4798332449618080615</id><published>2011-06-25T15:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.967+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>intervento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;L&amp;#039;intervento di padre Raniero Cantalamessa all&amp;#039;incontro del Rinnovamento nello Spirito a Rimini 2011.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rif: &lt;a href="http://www.radiomaria.it/" target="_blank"&gt;Radio Maria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rns-italia.it/default2.htm" target="_blank"&gt;RnS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-4798332449618080615?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/4798332449618080615/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=4798332449618080615&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4798332449618080615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/4798332449618080615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/06/intervento.html' title='intervento'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-7470710984991279286</id><published>2011-06-23T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:49.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>centro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	Al centro dell&amp;#039;Universo.&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;img alt="" src="http://paracchinis.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/251241_2108417398455_1486187645_2490126_1638095_n.jpg vergine.jpg" style="width:450px;height:467px;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	L&amp;#039;angelo le disse:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;em&gt;&amp;laquo;Non temere, Maria, perch&amp;eacute; hai trovato grazia presso Dio. Ed ecco, concepirai un figlio, lo darai alla luce e lo chiamerai Ges&amp;ugrave;. Lo Spirito Santo scender&amp;agrave; su di te e la potenza dell&amp;#039;Altissimo ti coprir&amp;agrave; con la sua ombra. Perci&amp;ograve; colui che nascer&amp;agrave; sar&amp;agrave; santo e sar&amp;agrave; chiamato Figlio di Dio&amp;raquo;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Allora Maria disse:&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;em&gt;&amp;laquo;Ecco la serva del Signore: avvenga per me secondo la tua parola&amp;raquo;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Ges&amp;ugrave; disse loro:&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;em&gt;&amp;laquo;In verit&amp;agrave;, in verit&amp;agrave; io vi dico: se non mangiate la carne del Figlio dell&amp;#039;uomo e non bevete il suo sangue, non avete in voi la vita. Chi mangia la mia carne e beve il mio sangue ha la vita eterna e io lo risusciter&amp;ograve; nell&amp;#039;ultimo giorno. Perch&amp;eacute; la mia carne &amp;egrave; vero cibo e il mio sangue vera bevanda. Chi mangia la mia carne e beve il mio sangue rimane in me e io in lui. Come il Padre, che ha la vita, ha mandato me e io vivo per il Padre, cos&amp;igrave; anche colui che mangia me vivr&amp;agrave; per me&amp;raquo;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;br/&gt;	&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-7470710984991279286?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/7470710984991279286/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=7470710984991279286&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7470710984991279286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/7470710984991279286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/06/centro.html' title='centro'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043868936927100352.post-1655286723525275609</id><published>2011-06-19T05:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:48.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Trinità</title><content type='html'>Quando al monastero* la monaca apre la grata di ferro un'aria gagliarda si spande nella chiesa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;È un'emozione.&lt;br/&gt;Da dove viene quell'aria? Come fa quell'aria a rimanere oltre quella grata traforata?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La porta rimane aperta. Le benedettine non escono, il prete non entra. Eppure sono dentro al mondo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;* Monastero benedettine di Grandate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;*+*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Quindi ho scelto di postare un solo video. &lt;strong&gt;Clausura&lt;/strong&gt;. Di Sergio Zavoli.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radio.rai.it/radioscrigno/trasmettiamo/trasmettiamo_lancio.cfm?Q_IDSCHEDA=179" target="_blank"&gt;Rai&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043868936927100352-1655286723525275609?l=paracchini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/feeds/1655286723525275609/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043868936927100352&amp;postID=1655286723525275609&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1655286723525275609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043868936927100352/posts/default/1655286723525275609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paracchini.blogspot.com/2011/06/trinita.html' title='Trinità'/><author><name>Riccardo Paracchini</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111026695691630806968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/--yoYmo58FBs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-AFHGnvw65U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry></feed>
