tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301793122024-03-22T00:22:01.198+01:00Il Diario di un ViaggiatoreLa gente vive per anni e anni, ma in realtà è solo in una piccola parte di quegli anni che vive davvero...e cioè negli anni in cui riesce a fare ciò per cui è nata. Allora, lì, è felice. Il resto del tempo è tempo che passa ad aspettare o a ricordare.
[ A.Baricco - Questa Storia]il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.comBlogger539125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-36557413921355986312020-10-18T16:42:00.000+02:002020-10-18T16:42:00.553+02:00"Iniziare un nuovo cammino spaventa. Ma dopo ogni passo che percorriamo ci rendiamo conto di come era pericoloso rimanere fermi." (Roberto Benigni)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBadmDiGNoioAl1Zhfymm92R5Pqv6THwAb8v3vcO08lgMxtAPHvze8qLMjuPrETqEmlkgU_abav7AT1EBq16ix1AVX4KyTBJOalBcRze444nhL9wJfi9pk-tzipKs0cG-Jc-7OA/s1920/1603031526814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBadmDiGNoioAl1Zhfymm92R5Pqv6THwAb8v3vcO08lgMxtAPHvze8qLMjuPrETqEmlkgU_abav7AT1EBq16ix1AVX4KyTBJOalBcRze444nhL9wJfi9pk-tzipKs0cG-Jc-7OA/s320/1603031526814.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-24406658176916555312020-10-18T16:05:00.000+02:002020-10-18T16:09:14.796+02:00"Certe volte sono bianche E corrono E prendono la forma dell'airone O della pecora O di qualche altra bestia Ma questo lo vedono meglio i bambini Che giocano a corrergli dietro per tanti metri. " (Fabrizio De André) <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHy7EH-WM6vbfuZ-OS_sUAHBTXQg_mKWLHOV3sGdwY9HEvF24TO7kU67IvBhHjKjpq1-YeJTHs1R_sKdaxIZ5JkaZzKXcKf7mHAH1BbebEiTsMOcAHk3rZ1hNTfdZZkLulxF_Nw/s1920/1603029434276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHy7EH-WM6vbfuZ-OS_sUAHBTXQg_mKWLHOV3sGdwY9HEvF24TO7kU67IvBhHjKjpq1-YeJTHs1R_sKdaxIZ5JkaZzKXcKf7mHAH1BbebEiTsMOcAHk3rZ1hNTfdZZkLulxF_Nw/s320/1603029434276.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-879974114350712442020-10-18T00:02:00.000+02:002020-10-18T00:02:03.947+02:00"Nessun sole sopravvive al tramonto, ma risorgerà e porterà l’alba." (Maya Angelou)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRC3LgK0B3C80yh1QZChHJxni0BLu8CPIWKZlYVV-Ar3SBnsKF0oJ6HQXKn1KNd3Z2DtNJZCtHgd8b5M4cJnYrO-f3w4uy-ff6pLJoSxRApBe2nJ3vFSjRJMFxuwK4exU6Qdhyphenhyphenw/s1441/1602969858846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1441" data-original-width="882" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRC3LgK0B3C80yh1QZChHJxni0BLu8CPIWKZlYVV-Ar3SBnsKF0oJ6HQXKn1KNd3Z2DtNJZCtHgd8b5M4cJnYrO-f3w4uy-ff6pLJoSxRApBe2nJ3vFSjRJMFxuwK4exU6Qdhyphenhyphenw/s320/1602969858846.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-45602280973619249202020-07-09T17:29:00.002+02:002020-07-09T17:29:49.968+02:00“Ma che senso vi è nel continuare all’infinito a far congetture su che cosa avrebbe potuto accadere se tale o tal altro momento si fosse risolto in maniera diversa? In questo modo, forse, si può condurre se stessi alla follia.” (dal film "Quel che resta del giorno")<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-46345608880401581152020-05-24T22:48:00.002+02:002020-05-24T22:48:46.947+02:00"La storia siamo noi, siamo noi padri e figli, Siamo noi, bella ciao, che partiamo. La storia non ha nascondigli, La storia non passa la mano. La storia siamo noi, Siamo noi questo piatto di grano." (FdG)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-11031380179068073662020-05-04T19:15:00.002+02:002020-05-04T19:15:54.707+02:00"Se si deve giocare, bisogna decidere tre cose in partenza: le regole del gioco, la posta in gioco, e la durata." (Proverbio cinese)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-82046577009669530592020-04-29T23:01:00.002+02:002020-04-29T23:01:26.231+02:00“Prima di giudicare la mia vita o il mio carattere mettiti le mie scarpe, percorri il cammino che ho percorso io. Vivi il mio dolore, i miei dubbi, le mie risate. Vivi gli anni che ho vissuto io e cadi là dove sono caduto io e rialzati come ho fatto io.” (Luigi Pirandello)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-84524445653862543522020-04-27T18:02:00.000+02:002020-04-27T18:02:15.603+02:00“Non dipingo cose, dipingo le differenze tra le cose.” (Henri-Emile Matisse)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-17908424661764779192020-04-05T18:28:00.002+02:002020-04-05T18:28:52.825+02:00LA PATERNITA' E' UNA GRAN BELLA COSA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-65369353701135603642020-04-04T16:49:00.002+02:002020-04-04T16:49:58.441+02:00"Guarda le cose come se le vedessi per la prima volta, con gli occhi di un bambino, fresco di meraviglia." (Joseph Cornell)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-34843776992227650722020-04-03T19:47:00.002+02:002020-04-03T19:47:56.529+02:00"Credo fermamente che il sorriso sia l’accessorio più bello che una donna possa indossare. " (Audrey Hepburn)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-72859339454858098982020-03-25T16:03:00.002+01:002020-03-25T16:03:49.065+01:00„Se non poniamo fine alla guerra, la guerra porrà fine a noi.“ (H. G. Wells)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-67273362287573184132020-02-25T15:50:00.000+01:002020-02-25T15:50:01.387+01:00Si sente la necessità assoluta di muoversi. E soprattutto di muoversi in una direzione particolare. Una doppia necessità: muoversi e sapere in che direzione. (David Herbert Lawrence)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-78215184514160233142019-09-24T18:38:00.000+02:002019-09-24T18:38:06.205+02:00NON TENGO CHI VUOLE ANDARE, STRINGO FORTE CHI VUOLE RESTARE. (cit. Web)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-72266971922074887692019-03-30T12:55:00.002+01:002019-03-30T12:55:29.542+01:00“Le cose lente sono le più belle. Bisogna sapere aspettare.” | Dal film: PANE E TULIPANI |<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-2920059528252038172019-03-23T17:13:00.000+01:002019-03-23T17:13:01.676+01:00La preghiera non è un ozioso passatempo per vecchie signore. Propriamente compresa e applicata, è lo strumento d’azione più potente. [Mahatma Gandhi]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-90472725490697854452019-03-22T16:51:00.002+01:002019-03-22T16:51:38.820+01:00Bisogna entrare scalzi nel cuore delle persone e calpestarne il suolo con delicatezza. Il cuore è un luogo sacro. [Anonimo Web]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yil viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-84198418667852471042019-03-18T12:27:00.002+01:002019-03-18T12:27:52.930+01:00“Da un certo punto in avanti non c'è più modo di tornare indietro. È quello il punto al quale si deve arrivare.” [FRANZ KAFKA]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-10616592790572556362019-03-16T08:01:00.002+01:002019-03-16T08:01:12.344+01:00...e vedo il mare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />il viaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13100337868693435121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30179312.post-83136960345582941462019-03-15T18:59:00.002+01:002019-03-15T18:59:23.072+01:00Ogni tramonto porta la promessa di una nuova alba. [Ralph Waldo Emerson]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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