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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Σκατά βρωμάει τούτος δω, σκατά βρωμά κι εκείνος,&lt;br /&gt;σκατά βρωμάει το σκατό, σκατά βρωμά κι ο κρίνος.&lt;br /&gt;Σκατά κι εγώ, μες στα σκατά, και με χαρτί χεσμένο&lt;br /&gt;ό,τι κι αν γράψω σαν σκατό προβάλλει σκατωμένο.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Σκατά τα πάντα θεωρώ και χωρίς πια να απορώ,&lt;br /&gt;σκατά μασώ, σκατά ρουφώ, σκατά πάω να χέσω,&lt;br /&gt;απ’ τα σκατά θα σηκωθώ και στα σκατά θα πέσω.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Όταν πεθάνω χέστε με, τα κόλλυβά μου φάτε&lt;br /&gt;Και πάλι ξαναχέστε με και πάλι ξαναφάτε,&lt;br /&gt;μα απ’ τα γέλια τα πολλά κοντεύω ν’ αρρωστήσω&lt;br /&gt;και δεν μπορώ να κρατηθώ, μου φεύγουν από πίσω.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Σκατά ο μεν, σκατά ο δε, σκατά ο κόσμος όλος&lt;br /&gt;κι απ’ το πολύ το χέσιμο μου πόνεσε ο κώλος!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-2933564393764683228?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3763407947421765376</id><published>2011-08-08T14:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:07:19.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Essere Donna</title><content type='html'>Αφιερωμένο σε όσες τρέχουν σαν τις τρελές να τα προλάβουν όλα.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicato a quelle donne che corrono come matte per poter fare mille cose in ventiquattro ore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Είμαι η Μαίρη Παναγιωταρά, μια εργαζόμενη μητέρα, μια καλή νοικοκυρά...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Loukianos Kilaidonis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono Mary Panayiotarà, una madre lavoratrice, una brava casalinga.&lt;br /&gt;Non sono niente di speciale e straordinario, sono un così detto esempio tipico.&lt;br /&gt;Quando mi svelgio la mattina, la mattina presto, prima dell'alba per intenderci,&lt;br /&gt;Dico a me stessa alzati pigrona e vestiti perché qui ti aspetta tanto da fare&lt;br /&gt;e poi corro a svegliare, dare da mangiare, annafiare e vestire i bambini&lt;br /&gt;mentre mi preparo la colazione per il Pasha.&lt;br /&gt;La porto al letto e nel fratempo accompagno i bambini allo scuolabus,&lt;br /&gt;vado dritta a fare la spesa e il macellaio in furia mi tocca il cu...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo in mente ogni giorno di far trovare una camicia e una mutanda pulita&lt;br /&gt;guai a me se lo scordo e lui non trova acqua calda.&lt;br /&gt;Riordinare i letti e la casa, preparare il pranzo per i bambini&lt;br /&gt;e devo andare in digiuno e come una matta al lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E una volta arrivata tutta turbata al lavoro devo fare il caffè al capo&lt;br /&gt;e sopportarlo che ogni tanto sbrocca e vuole anche toccarmi il cu...&lt;br /&gt;il telefono che squilla nell'orecchio e le sgrida del capo&lt;br /&gt;e poi mi manda fuori a fare un sacco di commesse.&lt;br /&gt;Una volta finito il lavoro corro a casa a preparare la cena&lt;br /&gt;frigere, preparare l'insalata, servire, tagliare il pane&lt;br /&gt;eccomi qui un relitto che trascina i suoi piedi dalla fame e dal correre &lt;br /&gt;e loro che si lamentino del cibo&lt;br /&gt;Lavare i piatti, forchette e coltelli e mi sento come se volessi ammazzare qualcuno&lt;br /&gt;e questo signore vuole toccarmi il cu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appena si sdraia e grida "silenzio" non voglio sentire più niente in casa&lt;br /&gt;è l'ora che io finisco i piatti e devo aiutare i bambini con i compiti&lt;br /&gt;è l'ora che i diavoli si mettono a studiare per poi iniziare a portarli correndo&lt;br /&gt;uno a lezioni private l'altro a imparare il francese.&lt;br /&gt;E dopo avermi fatto perdere tutta la pazienza e tornando finalmente a casa &lt;br /&gt;allora mangiano, fanno il bagno, combattono e vanno a dormire normalmente&lt;br /&gt;e mentre io lavo e stiro, quello che fa una donna insomma,&lt;br /&gt;questo signore è ormeggiato davanti alla TV&lt;br /&gt;e se mi arabbio quando vado al letto e vedo che ha brutte intenzioni&lt;br /&gt;"E' tuo dovere" si rivolge a me e dice, "matrimoniale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono Mary Panayiotarà una madre lavoratrice, una brava casalinga.&lt;br /&gt;Non sono niente di speciale e straordinario, sono una stupida a norma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-3763407947421765376?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3763407947421765376/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3763407947421765376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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di cose che aspettavo, tutto logico, tutto in regola, fuori ogni dubbio. &lt;br /&gt;Però non mi guardava negli occhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Μου μίλησε για ώρα για πράγματα που γνώριζα ήδη ή που υποπτευόμουν, για πράγματα που περίμενα ν'ακούσω, λογικά και σε τάξη, πέρα από κάθε αμφιβολία. &lt;br /&gt;Όμως δεν με κοίταζε στα μάτια.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-6304930267792400417?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/6304930267792400417/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=6304930267792400417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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possono capire immediatamente, anche se te le dicono con chiarezza.&lt;br /&gt;Non si capiscono perchè non si sa come capirle. Ti manca quello spazio nella testa che ti permetterebbe di accoglierle.&lt;br /&gt;Non sei in grado di credere all'eventualità di ciò che ti stanno raccontando perchè, prima che te lo dicano,non ti è mai venuto in mente.&lt;br /&gt;E' come un luogo che manca nella tua carta geografica del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi scoprire l'America finchè non dici a te stesso che può darsi che sia là, dall'altra parte del mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Τέτοια πράγματα δεν μπορείς να τα καταλάβεις αμέσως, ακόμα κι αν στα εξηγούνε καθαρά.&lt;br /&gt;Δεν τα καταλαβαίνεις γιατί δεν ξέρεις πώς να τα καταλάβεις. Σου λείπει αυτή η περιοχή του μυαλού που θα σου επέτρεπε να τα συλλάβεις.&lt;br /&gt;Αδυνατείς να πιστέψεις την πιθανότητα αυτού που σου περιγράφουν γιατί πριν στο πούνε δεν το σκέφτηκες ποτέ.&lt;br /&gt;Είναι σαν ένα μέρος που λείπει από το χάρτη σου του κόσμου.&lt;br /&gt;Δεν μπορείς να ανακαλύψεις την Αμερική μέχρι που θα πεις στον εαυτό σου ότι ίσως και να είναι εκεί, στην άλλη μεριά της θάλασσας. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book--that string of confused, alien ciphers--shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader."&lt;br /&gt;— Alberto Manguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-8599611199187370054?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8599611199187370054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8599611199187370054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8599611199187370054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8599611199187370054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2010/12/alberto-manguel-tutti-gli-uomini-sono.html' title='Alberto Manguel (Tutti gli uomini sono bugiardi)'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3845830478313966353</id><published>2010-12-22T17:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:41:46.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La scarlattina - Η οστρακιά</title><content type='html'>Quest'anno,poco prima di natale,a casa nostra  e' arrivato un visitatore inaspettato : la scarlattina. Per chi non la conosce e' una bimba piccina piccina con i cappelli rossi come il fuoco. E' talmente piccola che serve il microscopio per vederla. Pero' e' furbissima e corre veloce veloce, in modo che i nostri soldatini, i globuli bianchi, non riescono facilmente ad acchiapparla. Vuole fare la sua tana nel nostro corpo ma per fortuna i nostri soldatini cercano di cacciarla via, visto che ci fa stare male portando febbre altissima. Stanotte la battaglia sara' grande ma i nostri soldatini sono muscolosi e con le medicine diventano ancora piu' forti. E poi pure lei deve tornare alla sua vera casa per passare le feste con la sua famiglia. BUON NATALE A TUTTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Φέτος, λίγο πριν τα Χριστούγεννα, έφτασε στο σπίτι μας ένας απρόσκλητος επισκέπτης: η οστρακιά. Για όποιον δεν τη γνωρίζει πρόκειται για ένα κοριτσάκι μικρό μικρό με κατακόκκινα μαλλιά. Είναι τόση μικρή που φαίνεται μόνο με το μικροσκόπιο. Είναι όμως πονηρούλα και τρέχει πολύ γρήγορα, τόσο γρήγορα που τα στρατιωτάκια μας, τα λευκά αιμοσφαίρια, δεν μπορούν να την πιάσουν εύκολα. Θέλει να φτιάξει τη φωλιά της στο σώμα μας μα ευτυχώς τα στρατιωτάκια μας προσπαθούν να τη διώξουν, γιατί μας κάνει να νιώθουμε άσχημα και να έχουμε υψηλό πυρετό. Απόψε θα δοθεί σκληρή μάχη μα τα στρατιωτάκια μας είναι δυνατά και τα φάρμακα τα δυναμώνουν ακόμη περισσότερο. Εκτός αυτού πρέπει κι αυτή να πάει σπίτι της για να περάσει τις γιορτές με την οικογένεια της. ΚΑΛΑ ΧΡΙΣΤΟΥΓΕΝΝΑ ΣΕ ΟΛΟΥΣ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-3845830478313966353?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3845830478313966353/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3845830478313966353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3845830478313966353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3845830478313966353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-scarlattina.html' title='La scarlattina - Η οστρακιά'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-1655965304839768492</id><published>2010-12-13T11:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:51:27.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma Città Eterna - Ρώμη Αιώνια Πόλη</title><content type='html'>Roma mi affascina sempre. Mi affascina così tanto che ogni volta dimentico il fatto di dover passare un ora e mezza in machina in cerca di parcheggio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Η Ρώμη πάντα με γοητεύει. Με γοητεύει τόσο που κάθε φορά ξεχνώ πως πρέπει να περάσω μιάμιση ώρα στο αυτοκίνητο ψάχνοντας μέρος να παρκάρω.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-1655965304839768492?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/1655965304839768492/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=1655965304839768492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1655965304839768492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1655965304839768492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2010/12/roma-citta-eterna.html' title='Roma Città Eterna - Ρώμη Αιώνια Πόλη'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-5670447815928305607</id><published>2009-11-11T20:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:57:53.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondi diversi</title><content type='html'>Ero all' auditorium e mentre ascoltavo i violini e i flauti qual' era il mio pensiero ? Questi musicisti usano mai la lavatrice? Hanno montagne di panni da lavare? da asciugare? da stirare? Santa pazienza,sono diventata una casalinga disperata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Παρακολουθούσα ένα κοντσέρτο κλασικής μουσικής και ποια σκέψη πέρασε απ το μυαλό μου; Αυτοί οι μουσικοί βάζουν ποτέ πλυντήριο;Έχουν ένα βουνό από ρούχα να πλύνουν, να στεγνώσουν και να σιδερώσουν; Τι έγινε ρε παιδιά, κατάντησα μια απελπισμένη νοικοκυρά;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-5670447815928305607?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/5670447815928305607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=5670447815928305607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5670447815928305607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5670447815928305607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ero-all-auditorium-e-mentre-ascoltavo-i.html' title='Mondi diversi'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-826915712264985910</id><published>2009-10-01T16:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:03:29.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ταξίδι στην άκρη της νύχτας (ΣΕΛΙΝ)</title><content type='html'>...μερικές φορές μπορεί να νιώθεις κι έτσι:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Τι τρελοκομείο η στερημένη ζωή! Μια τάξη είναι η ζωή κι η πλήξη είναι ο παιδονόμος της που διαρκώς σε κατασκοπεύει. Πρέπει πάση θυσία να μοιάζεις απασχολημένος με κάτι πολύ συναρπαστικό ειδάλλως πλακώνει και σου ροκανίζει το μυαλό. 'Οταν η μέρα δεν είναι τίποτε άλλο από ένα σκέτο εικοσιτετράωρο, δεν υποφέρεται. Μια μακριά, σχεδόν αβάσταχτη ηδονή πρέπει να έιναι η μέρα, μια μακριά συνουσία, θες δε θες.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Σου κατεβαίνουν λοιπόν σιχαμερές σκέψεις όσο σε αποβλακώνει η ανάγκη, όσο μέσα στο κάθε σου δευτερόλεπτο στριμώχνεται ένας πόθος για χίλια άλλα πραγματα, ένας πόθος γι'αλλού.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viaggio ai margini della notte (SELIN)&lt;br /&gt;...a volte ti senti così:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che manicomio di vita! La vita è ordine e la noia è il suo regolatore che ti spiona di continuo. Devi sembrare a tutti i costi impegnato con qualcosa di molto affascinate altrimenti arriva e ti erode il cervello. Quando il giorno non è altro che un solo ventiquattro-ore. Un lungo, quasi insopportabile piacere dovrebbe essere il giorno, un rapporto lungo sia se lo vuoi che no.&lt;br /&gt; Quindi ti arrivano pensieri disgustosi quando la necessità ti stordisce, quando in ogni secondo si stipa un desiderio di mille altre cose, un desiderio per altrove.&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-826915712264985910?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/826915712264985910/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=826915712264985910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/826915712264985910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/826915712264985910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Ταξίδι στην άκρη της νύχτας (ΣΕΛΙΝ)'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3520513189982382425</id><published>2009-09-10T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:28:21.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-3520513189982382425?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3520513189982382425/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3520513189982382425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3520513189982382425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3520513189982382425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8316619155510383348</id><published>2009-04-30T19:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:03:38.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La dieta non dieta</title><content type='html'>Nel mese di Aprile ho perso 6 chili, tutto colpa di nausea continua e vomiti attroci! Sto leggendo "La montagna incantata" di Thomas Man; quanta ragione ha, quando dice: "quando sei malato sei solo corpo". Così mi sento anch'io. E ogni giorno sembra un'eternità ma la somma dei giorni sembra un attimo; visto che sono sempre gli stessi che si ripetono con monotonia. La vita insegna anche la pazienza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Μες στον Απρίλιο έχασα έξι κιλά, χάρη σε συνεχείς ναυτίες και εξαντλητικούς εμετούς. Διαβάζω το Μαγικό Βουνό του Τόμας Μαν, πόσο δίκιο έχει όταν λέει πως ένας άρρωστος είναι μόνο σώμα. Έτσι νιώθω κι εγώ. Και κάθε μέρα μοιάζει μια αιωνιότητα μα το σύνολο των ημερών μοιάζει μια στιγμή, καθώς είναι πάντα η ίδια μέρα που επαναλαμβάνεται μονότονα. Η ζωή διδάσκει και την υπομονή.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-8316619155510383348?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8316619155510383348/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8316619155510383348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8316619155510383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8316619155510383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-dieta-non-dieta.html' title='La dieta non dieta'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8978687263800356849</id><published>2009-03-13T21:40:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:56:30.098+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>Vita</title><content type='html'>Questa canzone mi fa piangere perché esprime quanto è bella la vita e quanto è triste l'esistenza; noi siamo sempre qui ma il tempo cambia tutto intorno a noi senza pietà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Αυτό το τραγούδι μου φέρνει δάκρυα στα μάτια γιατί εκφράζει πόσο όμορφη είναι η ζωή και πόσο λυπητερή η ύπαρξη: εμείς είμαστε πάντα εδώ αλλά ο χρόνος αλλάζει τα πάντα γύρω μας ανελέητα.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aς ήταν όλη η ζωή μου σαν και σήμερα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; που είν' όλα γύρω μας και όμορφα και ήμερα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; και είναι τόσο γαλανός και τόσο φωτεινός ο ουρανός&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ας ήταν σήμερα ο χρόνος να σταμάταγε&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; κάθε στιγμή ένα αιώνα να εκράταγε&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; και να μην έφτανε ποτέ ποτέ το δειλινό, το σκοτεινό&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magari la vita fosse tutta come oggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che tutto intorno a noi è bello e tranquillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che il cielo è così azzurro e così illuminato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magari oggi si fermasse il tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che ogni momento durasse un secolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che l'imbrunire del giorno non arrivasse mai e poi mai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-8978687263800356849?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8978687263800356849/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8978687263800356849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8978687263800356849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8978687263800356849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/vita.html' title='Vita'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3395329887420239298</id><published>2009-03-10T23:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:30:12.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings</title><content type='html'>Ανακάλυψα ένα διασκεδαστικό άρθρο &lt;a href="http://suspect-enjoys-the-silence.blogspot.com/2007/10/meetings.html" target="none"&gt;εδώ&lt;/a&gt;. Το μεταφράζω:&lt;br /&gt;Ho trovato questo &lt;a href="http://suspect-enjoys-the-silence.blogspot.com/2007/10/meetings.html" target="none"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; divertente e lo traduco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riunioni aziendali: l'apoteosi dell'improduttività.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una riunione programmata è destinata ad essere convocata all’ultimo momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le riunioni che verranno realmente tenute saranno quelle decise nello stesso giorno oppure il giorno precedente, anche se saranno comunicate cinque minuti prima di iniziare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondo la legge di Murphy il giorno della riunione è il giorno di un appuntamento importante oppure di una consegna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una riunione non la puoi evitare; nessun lavoro è così importante e così urgente da privarti da lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il lavoro è una cosa che si fa nel tempo libero tra una riunione e la successiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non importa dove lavori. Le sale riunioni sono tutte uguali. Contengono le cose strettamente necessarie: un tavolo enorme, sedie e un proiettore. Non a caso! Lo scopo è quello di farti soffrire, così, dopo tre ore di chiacchere, non vedrai l'ora di dare il tuo consenso su tutto ciò che si è detto e tornare alla tua scrivania o a casa. E funziona. Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Durante le riunioni spesso ambisco a diverse aspirazioni professionali, ad esempio fare quello che fa un dirigente: arrivare quando voglio, andare quando voglio, mangiare, fumare, giudicare, parlare senza dir nulla. Probabilmente le riunioni sono fini all'autoaffermazione del dirigente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non usare il cellulare. Non mandare sms. Chi parla lo capirà e ti darà la parola. I colleghi ti invidieranno, nell'ipotesi migliore lo commenteranno, nella peggiore ti consiglieranno a voce alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il relatore sta tentando di imprimere nella tua mente la 768° slide della presentazione relativa agli obbiettivi aziendali. Le sue parole sono così affascinanti come un annuncio su Porta Portese. Attenzione, non è un venditore ambulante, è il tuo capo! Comportati bene e non sbadigliare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se asciughi il tuo naso, se guardi il tuo orologio, se vai dieci volte in bagno, se cominci a parlare con il collega accanto a te, se cominci a mangiare i biscotti o a fumare, il tuo capo si ricorderà di te. E questo non ti gioverà. Andare d'accordo con tutto quello che dice, sebbene ciò non ti interessi. Non importa neanche ciò che hai da dire tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'orario di arrivo alla riunione è di importanza vitale. Se arrivi per primo tutti diranno che non lavori. Se arrivi per ultimo ti diranno che non possono aspettare te. Fai in modo di trovarti nei primi sette se il gruppo è di venti persone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'orario di fine della riunione è anch'esso di importanza vitale. Se esci per primo tutti diranno che sei annoiato. Se vai via per ultimo ci sarà sempre qualcuno pronto a chiederti di fare qualcosa per lui, a farti una critica negativa o semplicemente a dirti qualcosa contro qualcun'altro. Fai in modo quindi di trovarti anche questa volta nei primi sette se il gruppo è di almeno venti persone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se finita la riunione è anche ora di andare a casa, vai via subito. E' il momento ideale in cui tutti desiderano parlar male di qualcuno, commentare, dire la loro. A quel punto tutto ciò che dirai verrà memorizzato ed utilizzato contro di te. Lascia che trascorra questa giornata, e rifletti sulle stupidaggini che ti sono state inculcate. Non bisogna prendere tutto sul serio. Se si tratta di una decisione già presa, non potrai cambiarla. Se si tratta da prendere una decisione, sappi che questa potrà cambiare nell'arco di cinque minuti, e soprattutto, la tua opinione non avrà alcun valore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se ti chiedono qualcosa troppo difficile non protestare. Niente è abbastanza difficile se potrai delegarlo a qualcun altro. Se ti chiedono qualcosa di semplice non darlo a vedere, ma affrontalo con impegno e profusione di sforzi perché prima o poi le difficoltà arriveranno. Se non ti chiedono nulla, non prodigarti a chiedere del lavoro. Non fare domande. Infastidisci chi dorme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sappi che powerpoint non è un applicazione: è un'IDEA, una RELIGIONE, uno STILE DI VITA. Durante una riunione il powerpoint è fondamentale, l’oratore è solo un  optional che ripete ciò che c’è scritto. Probabilmente ti chiederanno la tua opinione. Prima di aprire bocca sappi che la tua opinione non importa a nessuno. I tuoi colleghi la sanno già. L’oratore sa tutto. Chi sei tu per proporgli un'altra soluzione?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se l’ora di pausa pranzo si avvicina, non farti venire in mente di aprire una discussione lunga. Sarai il collega più antipatico tra tutti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A riunione appena iniziata, dove trovi tutta l'energia necessaria se ancora stiamo dormendo in piedi e non abbiamo neanche preso il caffè?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le discussioni che contano si fanno solo se il gruppo è meno di tre persone e se sai che la tua parola conta qualcosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qualunque cosa dirai in riunione è condannata. I colleghi ti guarderanno in malo modo perché dici stupidaggini, perché sottrai tempo alla pausa, perché ti interessa solo far vedere quanto sei bravo, perché di questo argomento hai già parlato, perché quello che chiedi è stato già detto. Loro sanno! I tuoi superiori ti giudicheranno male perché se fossi stato attento non avresti chiesto, avresti saputo la risposta giusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nelle riunioni tutta la gente per bene arriva con un nuovo blocco note e una penna mai utilizzata prima, scrive la data e l'oggetto dell'incontro sulla prima pagina  lasciando il resto in bianco dal momento che non è necessario scrivere altro. Ai colleghi nervosi il blocco note serve per fare scarabocchi o scrivere la lista della spesa. Nella prossima riunione arrivano tutti con un nuovo blocco note, completamente vuoto. È savoir vivre e un modo per la società di giustificare le spese del materiale di cancelleria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nelle riunioni il dialogo non esiste. Si tratta di un monologo in presenza di un pubblico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conclusione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le riunioni aziendali fanno male alla salute. Non portano nessun miglioramento nella tua quotidianità. Non le puoi evitare almeno che tu non sia il presidente o un cliente. Se non sei nessuno dei due allora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. dichiarati malato;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. dai le dimissioni;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. prega che la riunione venga annullata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non rimanere deluso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. in the meeting room, no one can hear you scream;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. in riunione sei pagato per perdere il tuo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-3395329887420239298?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3395329887420239298/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3395329887420239298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3395329887420239298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3395329887420239298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/meetings.html' title='Meetings'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8417146786921458963</id><published>2009-03-10T11:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:37:50.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole sagge - Σοφά λόγια</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mammaimperfetta.iobloggo.com/205/colloquiando" target="_none"&gt;Essere madre è come aggiungere al CV  5 anni di esperienza, indipendentemente dal tipo di lavoro. Perché nessuno più di una madre sa cosa sia il multitasking, l'efficienza, l'efficacia, il self control e il fair play.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Το να είσαι μητέρα είναι σαν να προσθέτεις πέντε χρόνια εμπειρίας στο βιογραφικό σου, ανεξάρτητα από το είδος της δουλειάς σου. Γιατί κανείς δεν ξέρει τόσο καλά όσο μία μάνα τι σημαίνει πολυεργασία (multitasking) &lt;span&gt;,  αποδοτικότητα, αποτελεσματικότητα, &lt;/span&gt;αυτοέλεγχος και ευ αγωνίζεσθαι.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-8417146786921458963?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8417146786921458963/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8417146786921458963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8417146786921458963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8417146786921458963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/parole-sagge.html' title='Parole sagge - Σοφά λόγια'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8634294664755462525</id><published>2009-03-08T20:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:15:14.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa della donna - Γιορτή της γυναίκας</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Διάβασα ένα &lt;a href="http://wwwskepseis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_07.html" target="_none"&gt;άρθρο&lt;/a&gt; που με συγκίνησε και σας το παρουσιάζω.&lt;br /&gt;Ho letto un  &lt;a href="http://wwwskepseis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_07.html" target="_none"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; che mi ha commossa e lo traduco in italiano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Festa della donna oggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Petra e di tutte quelle ragazze che si sacrificano per avere successo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Elena con due figli che si alza alle sei del mattino per andare al lavoro e torna spossata la sera e deve cucinare,aiutare i figli a fare i compiti, mettere in ordine la casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di piccola Leyla che subisce la mutilazione genitale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di piccola Aysa che appena compie undici anni si sposerà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Maria che subisce  violenze sessuali dal suo datore di lavoro  per non perdere lo stipendio da 700 euro  al mese, visto che  il suo ex marito non dà una lira per il suo figlio che da cinque anni si è abituato a stare da solo a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Giorgia che fra un anno sarebbe andata in pensione ma l'hanno licenziata prima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Caterina che sognava di vedere suo figlio laureato e due anni dopo la laurea lo deve ancora mantenere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Sofia che suo marito a 62 anni l'ha lasciata perché ha perso la testa per la sua segretaria e lei vive con l'aiuto economico dei suoi figli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Melina che ha compiuto i suoi sogni per studi e carriera ma ha dimenticato di sognare una vita personale felice e a 48 anni guarda da sola la tv bevendo un bicchiere di vino e accarezzando il suo gatto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di piccola Violetta che credeva di trovare in Italia la terra promessa e si trova sdraiata su letti sporchi con sconosciuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Concetta che a 68 anni si sveglia all'alba per andare dal nipotino appena nato finché i suoi genitori non tornano dal lavoro la sera tardi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Alessandra che ha lasciato il suo lavoro per far crescere i suoi quattro figli e ogni santo giorno cucina,lava,spazzola,stira e ricorda quanto era valida nella sua professione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Zoe che si sveglia dieci volte ogni notte per sentire se suo figlio malato di cancro respira ancora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Caterina che butterà via la cena per un altra volta perché suo marito ha una cena aziendale, sapendo benissimo che lui sta con l'amante ma dopo quindici anni di matrimonio e senza esperienza lavorativa è più facile far finta di niente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Cristina che bada al suo marito affetto da ictus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Monica che ha perso un seno e non sa se vivrà per vedere suo figlio  finire la scuola elementare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Phoebe che a 35 anni si sposa così il figlio che porta in grembo può avere un padre, pur sapendo che il divorzio è solo questione di tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Clio che ha appena abortito perché il suo fidanzato appena ha saputo del figlio è scappato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Laura che ancora ha tanta voglia di diventare madre ma a 43 anni ha perso il treno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Thalia che ogni giorno visita suo figlio al manicomio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Flora che per un'altra volta andrà a raccogliere suo marito ubriaco dalla strada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Angela che non fa sapere al suo fidanzato che lei ha già un figlio che lo cresce sua madre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Di Chiara che deve nascondere i lividi dalle botte di suo marito per andare al supermercato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Per tutte queste e tante ancora AUGURI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-8634294664755462525?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8634294664755462525/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8634294664755462525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8634294664755462525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8634294664755462525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/festa-della-donna.html' title='Festa della donna - Γιορτή της γυναίκας'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-4762349869205506995</id><published>2009-03-05T10:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:25:11.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E per chi non ha capito : Oggi piove! - Και για όποιον δεν κατάλαβε : Σήμερα βρέχει!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Βροχή και σήμερα&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;βροχή&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; στη στέγη μας, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;βροχή&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; στη πόρτα μας, ατέλειωτη &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;βροχή&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Pioggia anche oggi, pioggia sul nostro tetto, pioggia alla nostra porta, pioggia infinita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Λευτέρης Παπαδόπουλος )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="no"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Πέφτει βροχή, ο ουρανός μολύβι         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cade la pioggia,di piombo il cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Πέφτει βροχή κι η νύχτα κάτι κρύβει&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cade la pioggia  e la notte cela qualcosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Νίκος Γκάτσος )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Εν μέσω λογισμών και παραλογισμών άρχισε κι η βροχή να λιώνει τα μεσάνυχτα μ’ αυτόν τον πάντα νικημένο ήχο σι, σι, σι. Ήχος συρτός, συλλογιστός, συνέρημος, ήχος κανονικός, κανονικής βροχής.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Και κάθε σταγόνα κι ένα εσύ, όλη τη νύχτα ο ίδιος παρεξηγημένος ήχος, αξημέρωτος ήχος, αξημέρωτη ανάγκη εσύ, βραδύγλωσση βροχή, σαν πρόθεση ναυαγισμένη κάτι μακρύ να διηγηθεί και λέει μόνο εσύ, εσύ, εσύ, νοσταλγία δισύλλαβη, ένταση μονολεκτική, το ένα εσύ σαν μνήμη, το άλλο σαν μομφή και σαν μοιρολατρία, τόση βροχή για μια απουσία, τόση αγρύπνια για μια λέξη, πολύ με ζάλισε απόψε η βροχή μ’ αυτή της τη μεροληψία όλο εσύ, εσύ, εσύ, σαν όλα τ’ άλλα νά’ ναι αμελητέα και μόνο εσύ, εσύ, εσύ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="none" href="http://gym-kastr.ark.sch.gr/yliko/dimula.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Τα πάθη της βροχής - Κική Δημουλά )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mi dispiace ma non posso tradurre questa poesia per i miei amici italiani. Prima perché è sempre difficile tradurre un poema e secondo perché l'autore gioca con le parole che in greco imitano il suono della pioggia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-4762349869205506995?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/4762349869205506995/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=4762349869205506995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4762349869205506995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4762349869205506995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-per-chi-non-ha-capito-oggi-piove.html' title='E per chi non ha capito : Oggi piove! - Και για όποιον δεν κατάλαβε : Σήμερα βρέχει!'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-4721508395053114144</id><published>2009-03-04T13:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:21:38.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Μια πόλη μαγική&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ζούμε μαζί οι δυο αγαπημένοι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;μια πόλη σαν κι αυτή&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;πεθαίνει, ζει&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;κι αλλάζει μαγεμένη.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Σαν πέσει η σκοτεινιά&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;η αναπνοή μου&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;θα σμίξει με τ' αγέρι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;τότες η πόλη θα φανεί&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;μονάχη ερημική&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;σαν τ' ακριβό μου αστέρι.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiobubble.gr/el/blog/radiobubble/3544/16-blogs-bubble-tribute-day" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 239px; height: 277px;" src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/1972/hatzidakis2web3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiobubble.gr/el/blog/radiobubble/3544/16-blogs-bubble-tribute-day" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiobubble.gr/el/blog/radiobubble/3544/16-blogs-bubble-tribute-day" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&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/7813749523486409377-4721508395053114144?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/4721508395053114144/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=4721508395053114144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4721508395053114144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4721508395053114144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8566875563663413287</id><published>2009-03-02T12:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:38:25.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auguri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Italia a Natale si dice "Auguri", a Pasqua si dice "Auguri", insomma a tutte le feste religiose si dice "Auguri". Ad un matrimonio si dice "Auguri", alla nascita di un figlio si dice "Auguri", ad un battessimo, cresima, prima comunione si dice "Auguri", ad un compleanno si dice "Auguri"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti dicono "Ti faccio gli auguri".&lt;br /&gt;Grazie mille ma auguri di che cosa?&lt;br /&gt;Per il mese che inizia? Per la settimana nuova? Auguri di buona salute? Di buona guarigione? Di tanti anni di vita? Di una vita felice insieme? Auguri di vedere tuo figlio crescere bello e sano? Di avere successi a scuola, all'università, al lavoro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomma cari amici, qui manca un bel po' di precisione!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Στην Ιταλία τα Χριστούγεννα εύχονται "Auguri", το Πάσχα "Auguri", σε όλες τις θρησκευτικές γιορτές λένε "Auguri", σε έναν γάμο "Auguri", στη γέννηση ενός παιδιού "Auguri", στα βαφτίσια "Auguri", στα γενέθλια "Auguri"...&lt;br /&gt;Σου λένε "Σου εύχομαι".&lt;br /&gt;Ευχαριστώ πολύ αλλά τι ακριβώς εύχεσαι;&lt;br /&gt;Καλό μήνα; Καλή εβδομάδα; Υγεία; Καλή ανάρρωση; Χρόνια πολλά; Χρόνια ευτυχισμένα; Να ζήσετε; Να σας ζήσει ο γιος; Καλή σταδιοδρομία;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Επιτέλους αγαπητοί φίλοι, ας είμαστε λίγο πιο ακριβείς!&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/7813749523486409377-8566875563663413287?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8566875563663413287/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8566875563663413287&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8566875563663413287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8566875563663413287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/auguri.html' title='Auguri'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-2267829254849037068</id><published>2009-03-02T12:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:13:56.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Καλημέρα</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Μια καλημέρα είν' αυτή, πες τη κι ας πέσει χάμω, πες τη κι ας πέσει χάμω..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Αφιερωμένο σε όλους όσοι σε γνωρίζουν εξ' όψεως, τους συναντάς κάθε μέρα στον ίδιο χώρο εργασίας και δεν σε καλημερίζουν ποτέ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E' solo un buongiorno, pronunciarlo non ti costa niente..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicato a tutti quelli che ti conoscono di vista, li incontri tutti i giorni nello stesso ambiente lavorativo e non ti dicono mai un semplice "buongiorno".&lt;br /&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/7813749523486409377-2267829254849037068?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/2267829254849037068/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=2267829254849037068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/2267829254849037068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/2267829254849037068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Καλημέρα'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8435908077279163440</id><published>2009-02-25T14:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:07:26.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caro lettore - Αγαπητέ αναγνώστη</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da oggi è possibile tradurre tutto il blog in cinque lingue! Basta cliccare la bandierina preferita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Από σήμερα είναι δυνατή η μετάφραση του blog σε πέντε γλώσσες! Αρκεί ένα click στην σημαιούλα της επιλογής.&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/7813749523486409377-8435908077279163440?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8435908077279163440/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8435908077279163440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8435908077279163440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8435908077279163440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/caro-lettore.html' title='Caro lettore - Αγαπητέ αναγνώστη'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3247989627742390418</id><published>2009-02-25T11:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:44:19.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mia altra metà - Το άλλο μου μισό</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'amo senza sapere come, né quando, né da dove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t'amo direttamente senza problemi né orgoglio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che così, in questo modo in cui non sono e non sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;così vicino che la tua mano sul mio petto è mia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;così vicino che si chiudono i tuoi occhi col mio sonno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(da Cento sonetti d'amore, Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Σ' αγαπώ μη γνωρίζοντας πώς, από πού και πότε,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;σ' αγαπώ στα ίσια δίχως πρόβλημα ή περηφάνια,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;σ' αγαπώ έτσι γιατί δεν ξέρω μ'άλλον &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;τρόπο&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;παρά μ' ετούτον όπου δεν είμαι μήτε είσαι,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;που το χέρι σου πάνω μου το νιώθω σα δικό μου,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;που όταν κοιμάμαι κλείνουν και τα δικά σου μάτια.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Εκατό ερωτικά σονέτα, Pablo Neruda&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/7813749523486409377-3247989627742390418?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3247989627742390418/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3247989627742390418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3247989627742390418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3247989627742390418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/laltra-meta.html' title='La mia altra metà - Το άλλο μου μισό'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3630210954532543129</id><published>2009-02-23T12:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:30:18.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenerezze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mammina...&lt;br /&gt;Apri un occhio.&lt;br /&gt;- mammina..&lt;br /&gt;Apri anche l'altro mentre il marito gira dall'altra parte facendo finta di dormire profondamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Angelo mio, vuoi il lattuccio? Dai, bevi e rimettiti a dormire che oggi è domenica e non ci si sveglia alle 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Τρυφερότητες&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- μανούλα...&lt;br /&gt;Ανοίγεις το ένα μάτι&lt;br /&gt;- μανούλα...&lt;br /&gt;Ανοίγεις και το άλλο ενώ ο σύζυγος γυρνάει από την άλλη προσποιούμενος ότι κοιμάται βαθιά.&lt;br /&gt;- Άγγελε μου, θες γαλατάκι; Έλα πιες το και ξανακοιμήσου γιατί σήμερα είναι Κυριακή και δεν ξυπνάμε από τις 7!&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/7813749523486409377-3630210954532543129?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3630210954532543129/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3630210954532543129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3630210954532543129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3630210954532543129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/tenerezze.html' title='Tenerezze'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-6994450070817333997</id><published>2009-02-23T11:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:23:19.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I comment therefore I exist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meglio : I get commented therefore I exist!&lt;br /&gt;Cos'è un blog senza commenti?&lt;br /&gt;Una voce nel vuoto, un uomo solo in un' isola sperduta.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie di cuore a chi commenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Σχολιάζω γι' αυτό υπάρχω!&lt;br /&gt;Η' καλύτερα : Σχολιάζομαι γι'αυτό υπάρχω!&lt;br /&gt;Τι είναι ένα blog χωρίς σχόλια;&lt;br /&gt;Μια φωνή στο κενό, ένας άνθρωπος μόνος στον ωκεανό.&lt;br /&gt;Ευχαριστώ εγκάρδια όποιον σχολιάζει&lt;br /&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/7813749523486409377-6994450070817333997?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/6994450070817333997/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=6994450070817333997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/6994450070817333997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/6994450070817333997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-comment-therefore-i-exist.html' title='I comment therefore I exist!'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-5688042809814993872</id><published>2009-02-23T10:28:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:06:18.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer solstice - G.Seferis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Τ' άσπρο χαρτί σκληρός καθρέφτης&lt;br /&gt;επιστρέφει μόνο εκείνο που ήσουν.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Τ' άσπρο χαρτί μιλά με τη φωνή σου,&lt;br /&gt;τη δική σου φωνή όχι εκείνη που σ' αρέσει·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;μουσική σου είναι η ζωή αυτή που σπατάλησες.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Μπορεί να την ξανακερδίσεις αν το θέλεις&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;αν καρφωθείς σε τούτο τ' αδιάφορο πράγμα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;που σε ρίχνει πίσω εκεί που ξεκίνησες.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ζωή σου είναι ό,τι έδωσες&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;τούτο το κενό είναι ό,τι έδωσες&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;το άσπρο χαρτί.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The blank page, difficult mirror,&lt;br /&gt;gives back only what you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The blank page speaks with your voice,&lt;br /&gt;your own voice not the one you like;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your music is this life you wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;You could regain it if you wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;if you fasten to this indifferent thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;which casts you back there where you set out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Your life is what you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;this blank is what you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the blank page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="1st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il foglio bianco, uno specchio duro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riflette solo ciò che sei  stato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il foglio bianco parla con la tua voce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la tua voce, non quella che  ti piace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la tua musica è questa vita che hai sprecato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La puoi  riguadagnare se vuoi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se ti leghi a questa cosa indifferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che ti  rispedisce là da dove sei partito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La tua vita è tutto quello che hai  dato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;questo vuoto è quello che hai dato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il foglio bianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7813749523486409377-5688042809814993872?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/5688042809814993872/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=5688042809814993872&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5688042809814993872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5688042809814993872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/summer-solstice-gseferis.html' title='Summer solstice - G.Seferis'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-1993119508404737088</id><published>2009-02-23T10:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:16:29.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a blog. But I don't know what to do with it!&lt;br /&gt;Avrete già ben notato che qui manca qualcosa; un tema specifico, un qualcosa per fare questo blog interessante oppure utile oppure divertente.&lt;br /&gt;La mia prima intenzione era di raccontare una vita italoellenica e sono piena di idee, pensieri, riflessioni, emozioni... Avrei tanto da raccontare ma dovrei espormi al mondo. E questa è la chiave! Raccontare mia vita a sconosciuti? Perché mai? E chi sarà il lettore? Solo perché ho la possibilità di farlo non significhi che lo voglio fare veramente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Απέκτησα λοιπόν blog. Και δεν ξέρω τι να το κάνω!&lt;br /&gt;Θα προσέξατε πως εδώ κάτι λείπει, ένα θέμα, κάτι που θα κάνει αυτό το blog ενδιαφέρον ή χρήσιμο ή διασκεδαστικό. Η αρχική μου πρόθεση ήταν να διηγηθώ μια ελληνοιταλική ζωή και είμαι γεμάτη ιδέες, σκέψεις, αισθήματα... Έχω πολλά να πω μα θα πρέπει να εκτεθώ! Κι εδώ είναι το κλειδί: να διηγηθώ τη ζωή μου σε αγνώστους; Γιατί; Και ποιος είναι ο αναγνώστης; Μόνο και μόνο επειδή μπορώ να το κάνω δε σημαίνει πως θέλω πραγματικά να το κάνω.&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/7813749523486409377-1993119508404737088?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/1993119508404737088/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=1993119508404737088&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1993119508404737088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1993119508404737088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog?'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-4843137869482762892</id><published>2009-02-23T09:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:25:24.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricco é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... chi si sveglia la mattina e decide di non andare al lavoro perché fuori dalla finestra è arrivata la primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... chi decide la vita che vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... chi è sano di corpo e di mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... chi ama ed è amato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... chi non dimentica il bambino che è stato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... &lt; dite la vostra &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Πλούσιος είναι &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... όποιος ξυπναέι το πρωί και αποφασίζει να μην πάει στη δουλειά γιατί η άνοιξη του χτυπά το τζάμι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...όποιος αποφασίζει για τη ζωή του&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...όποιος είναι υγιής σε σώμα και μυαλό&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...όποιος αγαπά και αγαπιέται&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...όποιος δεν ξεχνά πως υπήρξε κάποτε παιδί&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt; συμπληρώστε &gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-4843137869482762892?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/4843137869482762892/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=4843137869482762892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4843137869482762892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4843137869482762892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricco-e.html' title='Ricco é...'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3016677078992999751</id><published>2009-02-19T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:03:06.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradizione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Να πώς περιγράφει η ελληνική παράδοση την αδερφική και τη μητρική αγάπη:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ποιος έλατος κρατάει βροχή και ποια κορφή τα χιόνια &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ποια σκύλα μάνα τό ' πε αυτό τ' αδέρφια δεν πονιούνται;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;τ' αδέρφια σκίζουν τα βουνά κι οι αδερφές τους κάμπους&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;κι η μάνα πού 'χει τον καημό και τον πολύ τον πόνο&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;η μάνα σκίζει τη θάλασσα ώσπου να τ' ανταμώσει. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco come la tradizione greca descrive l'amore materno e l'amore tra fratelli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quale albero trattiene la pioggia e quale cima trattiene la neve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che madre può aver detto che i fratelli non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; si compatiscono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i fratelli valicano i monti e le sorelle attraversano i campi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e la madre addolorata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scinde il mare pur di incontrare i suoi figli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-3016677078992999751?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3016677078992999751/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3016677078992999751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3016677078992999751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3016677078992999751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/tradizione.html' title='Tradizione'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-5684540973680583884</id><published>2009-02-10T10:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:17:10.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ιστορίες ανθρώπων</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ο Θόδωρας... Αν μου πεις πώς τον θυμάμαι, θα σου πω πάνω από μια... ψησταριά. Ξεκινούσε από νωρίς το απόγευμα να ψήνει, σουβλάκια, λουκάνικα, παϊδάκια, τον εύρισκε το βράδυ, σαν έφευγαν και οι τελευταίες παρέες. Μια ζωή πάνω από τη θράκα, στην τσίκνα και στα λίπη, και δίπλα ένα ποτηράκι με τσίπουρο, «βιταμίνες για το μάστορα», έλεγε και γελούσε, κάπως πρέπει να ξεχνιέται ο άνθρωπος στη δουλειά. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ζωές ανθρώπων που μοιάζουν θλιβερές και μονότονες, ζωές που έρχονται και φεύγουν απλά, αθόρυβα, απαρατήρητα, αλλά η πραγματική ζωή αυτή είναι, οι μύθοι και τα όνειρα κατοικούν αλλού.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.eleftheria.gr/viewarticle.asp?aid=6281&amp;amp;pid=8&amp;amp;CategoryID=8" target="_blank"&gt;ΑΛΕΞΗΣ ΚΑΛΕΣΗΣ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teodoro, se mi chiedi come lo ricordo, ti risponderò: di fronte a una bistecchiera. Cominciava dal primo pomeriggio a cuocere carne sulla brace: spiedini, salsicce. Quando andavano via gli ultimi clienti si era fatto scuro. Una vita passata accanto alla brace con l’odore di carne bruciata e di grasso e vicino un bicchierino di grappa. “Vitamine per il maestro” diceva e rideva. L’uomo al lavoro deve pur dimenticare...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vite umane che sembrano grame e monotone, vite che vengono e vanno in modo semplice, in silenzio, inosservate, ma la vita vera è questa, i miti e i sogni risiedono altrove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-5684540973680583884?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/5684540973680583884/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=5684540973680583884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5684540973680583884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5684540973680583884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title='Ιστορίες ανθρώπων'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-1795110602455955105</id><published>2009-02-04T08:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:42:44.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La vita a colori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardando indietro mi rendo conto della mia preferenza verso certi colori durante diversi periodi della mia vita.Visto che non sono e non sarò mai un fashion-victim mi domando se tale preferenza fosse un modo subconscio di mostrare il mio stato d'anima.&lt;br /&gt;L'adolescenza è dominata dal blu scuro; poi è arrivato bordò, verde militare, grigio e nero.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sono venuta in Italia attraversavo il periodo del beige. Tutto beige, tanto beige. Che noia! Un colore che non dà grandi emozioni. Chissà se cercavo di essere neutra, se questo fosse il mio modo di tastare un ambiente nuovo senza creare conflitti.&lt;br /&gt;Poi il periodo marrone; certo dal beige dove vuoi andare? Mica si capovolge il mondo in un giorno! Oppure no?&lt;br /&gt;Il periodo della gravidanza è stato azzurro e rosa e dovevo diventare mamma per indossare il verde dell'erba di un giorno di primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso è tutto a colori, sforzando cosi la vita di essere solare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&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/7813749523486409377-1795110602455955105?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/1795110602455955105/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=1795110602455955105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1795110602455955105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1795110602455955105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-vita-colori.html' title='La vita a colori'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-1470015047515644659</id><published>2009-02-02T14:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:54:32.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oggi sono le poesie a parlare al posto mio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;σήμερα μιλάει η ποίηση αντί για μένα&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/7813749523486409377-1470015047515644659?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/1470015047515644659/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=1470015047515644659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1470015047515644659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1470015047515644659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/assenza.html' title='Assenza'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-4348670077921580371</id><published>2009-02-02T14:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:34:28.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Γιῶργος Σεφέρης - «Μυθιστόρημα»</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nostra terra è chiusa, tutta monti&lt;br /&gt;che hanno per tetto il basso cielo giorno e notte.&lt;br /&gt;Non abbiamo fiumi, non abbiamo pozzi non abbiamo sorgenti,&lt;br /&gt;solo poche cisterne, e queste vuote, che risuonano e che veneriamo.&lt;br /&gt;Suono stagnante e sordo, uguale alla nostra solitudine&lt;br /&gt;uguale al nostro amore, uguale ai nostri corpi.&lt;br /&gt;Ci stupiamo di aver potuto una volta costruire&lt;br /&gt;case capanne e ovili.&lt;br /&gt;E le nozze nostre, le fresche ghirlande e le dita&lt;br /&gt;diventano enigmi inspiegabili alla nostra anima.&lt;br /&gt;Come sono nati come si son fatti forti i nostri figli?&lt;br /&gt;La nostra terra è chiusa. La chiudono&lt;br /&gt;due cupe Simplegadi. Nei porti&lt;br /&gt;la domenica quando scendiamo a respirare&lt;br /&gt;vediamo rischiarati al tramonto&lt;br /&gt;rottami di viaggi mai portati a termine&lt;br /&gt;corpi che non sanno più come amare.&lt;br /&gt;(traduzione di Mario Vitti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ὁ τόπος μας εἶναι κλειστός, ὅλο βουνὰ&lt;br /&gt;ποὺ ἔχουν σκεπὴ τὸ χαμηλὸ οὐρανὸ μέρα καὶ νύχτα.&lt;br /&gt;Δὲν ἔχουμε ποτάμια δὲν ἔχουμε πηγάδια δὲν ἔχουμε πηγές,&lt;br /&gt;μονάχα λίγες στέρνες, ἄδειες κι αὐτές, ποὺ ἠχοῦν καὶ ποὺ τὶς προσκυνοῦμε.&lt;br /&gt;Ἦχος στεκάμενος κούφιος, ἴδιος με τὴ μοναξιά μας&lt;br /&gt;ἴδιος με τὴν ἀγάπη μας, ἴδιος με τὰ σώματά μας.&lt;br /&gt;Μᾶς φαίνεται παράξενο ποὺ κάποτε μπορέσαμε νὰ χτίσουμε&lt;br /&gt;τὰ σπίτια τὰ καλύβια καὶ τὶς στάνες μας.&lt;br /&gt;Κι οἱ γάμοι μας, τὰ δροσερὰ στεφάνια καὶ τὰ δάχτυλα&lt;br /&gt;γίνουνται αἰνίγματα ἀνεξήγητα γιὰ τὴν ψυχή μας.&lt;br /&gt;Πῶς γεννήθηκαν πῶς δυναμώσανε τὰ παιδιά μας;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ὁ τόπος μας εἶναι κλειστός. Τὸν κλείνουν&lt;br /&gt;οἱ δυὸ μαῦρες Συμπληγάδες. Στὰ λιμάνια&lt;br /&gt;τὴν Κυριακὴ σὰν κατεβοῦμε ν᾿ ἀνασάνουμε&lt;br /&gt;βλέπουμε νὰ φωτίζουνται στὸ ἡλιόγερμα&lt;br /&gt;σπασμένα ξύλα ἀπὸ ταξίδια ποὺ δὲν τέλειωσαν&lt;br /&gt;σώματα ποὺ δὲν ξέρουν πιὰ πῶς ν᾿ ἀγαπήσουν.&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/7813749523486409377-4348670077921580371?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/4348670077921580371/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=4348670077921580371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4348670077921580371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4348670077921580371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_02.html' title='Γιῶργος Σεφέρης - «Μυθιστόρημα»'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-6457609608965536743</id><published>2009-02-02T14:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:27:49.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης -  Όσο μπορείς</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se non puoi la vita che desideri&lt;br /&gt;cerca almeno questo&lt;br /&gt;per quanto sta in te: non sciuparla&lt;br /&gt;nel troppo commercio con la gente&lt;br /&gt;con troppe parole in un viavai frenetico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sciuparla portandola in giro&lt;br /&gt;in balìa del quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;gioco balordo degli incontri&lt;br /&gt;e degli inviti,&lt;br /&gt;fino a farne una stucchevole estranea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Κι αν δεν μπορείς να κάμεις την ζωή σου όπως την θέλεις,&lt;br /&gt;τούτο προσπάθησε τουλάχιστον&lt;br /&gt;όσο μπορείς: μην την εξευτελίζεις&lt;br /&gt;μες στην πολλή συνάφεια του κόσμου,&lt;br /&gt;μες στες πολλές κινήσεις κι ομιλίες.&lt;br /&gt;Μην την εξευτελίζεις πηαίνοντάς την,&lt;br /&gt;γυρίζοντας συχνά κ' εκθέτοντάς την&lt;br /&gt;στων σχέσεων και των συναναστροφών&lt;br /&gt;την καθημερινήν ανοησία,&lt;br /&gt;ως που να γίνει σα μια ξένη φορτική.&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/7813749523486409377-6457609608965536743?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/6457609608965536743/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=6457609608965536743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/6457609608965536743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/6457609608965536743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης -  Όσο μπορείς'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-2314159415631986477</id><published>2009-01-30T09:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:42:10.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Αντίο γιαγιά</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Κίντσ' η κυρά η παναγιά να πάει στου χουράφ'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;μι τουν άντρα τς, μι τα πιδιά τς, μι τ'αργάλια τς όλα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;κίντσα κι γω να ξιβασκάνου τ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-2314159415631986477?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/2314159415631986477/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=2314159415631986477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/2314159415631986477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/2314159415631986477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Αντίο γιαγιά'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-2272507251173290106</id><published>2009-01-27T09:22:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:38:19.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italiano'/><title type='text'>Conoscete le doppie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scherzavo con i francesi; un intero popolo che non riesce a pronunciare la "r"!&lt;br /&gt;Arrivo in Italia e scopro che le doppie consonanti gli italiani le sentono! Per davvero!&lt;br /&gt;Mannagia a me che sono greca, mannaggia! Cosi cerco di ragionare ed ecco che da "malattia" arriva la "malatta". Solo che non funziona cosi, mi dicono.&lt;br /&gt;Ufffffa! ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Con cinque f perché la frustrazione è tanta!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Γελούσα με τους Γάλλους, ένας ολόκληρος λαός που δεν μπορεί να πει το ρο!&lt;br /&gt;Φτάνω στην Ιταλία κι ανακαλύπτω πως τα διπλά σύμφωνα οι Ιταλοί τα ακούνε! Αλήθεια!&lt;br /&gt;Αμάν με μένα την Ελληνίδα! Έτσι προσπαθώ να σκεφτώ λογικά και από τη λέξη "malattia" υποθέτω τη λέξη "malatta". Μόνο που δεν είναι έτσι, μου λένε!&lt;br /&gt;Ουφ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Με πέντε φι γιατί η απογοήτευση είναι μεγάλη! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-2272507251173290106?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/2272507251173290106/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=2272507251173290106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/2272507251173290106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/2272507251173290106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/conoscete-le-doppie.html' title='Conoscete le doppie?'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-627047674671644049</id><published>2009-01-20T12:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:07:46.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acqua e sapone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avete notato come la bruttezza interna di una persona si riflette sulla sua faccia? Non si può nascondere neanche sotto chili di trucco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Προσέξατε πώς η εσωτερική ασχήμια ενός ατόμου φαίνεται και στο πρόσωπο του; Δεν μπορεί να κρυφτεί ούτε κάτω από κιλά make-up!&lt;br /&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/7813749523486409377-627047674671644049?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/627047674671644049/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=627047674671644049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/627047674671644049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/627047674671644049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/bruttezza.html' title='Acqua e sapone'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-5151079895792090778</id><published>2009-01-20T10:40:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:21:08.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scacchi'/><title type='text'>Gli scacchi, la vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Garry Kasparov nel suo libro "Gli scacchi, la vita" tra tante cose interessanti parla anche dei momenti di crisi; delle situazioni che non rientrano nei soliti schemi e quindi non si risolvono nelle solite maniere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando ti trovi a non sapere se è meglio fare questo o quest'altro. Ma qualsiasi cosa scegli, avrai comunque guadagnato l'esperienza, anche quando la tua scelta a posteriori risulterà inappropriata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se invece aspetti che la situazione si risolva da sola, senza che tu prenda una decisione, allora hai sicuramente perso; hai perso il vantaggio del tempo e il tempo purtroppo non si recupera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ο Γκάρυ Κασπάροφ στο βιβλίο του "Η ζωή είναι μια παρτίδα σκάκι" ανάμεσα σε άλλα αναφέρεται και στις στιγμές κρίσεις, σε καταστάσεις που δεν ταξινομούνται και δεν λύνονται με τους γνωστούς τρόπους.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Όταν δεν ξέρεις αν είναι καλύτερο να κάνεις αυτό αντί εκείνου. Όμως ό,τι κι αν διαλέξεις, θα έχεις σίγουρα κερδίσει την εμπειρία, ακόμα κι αν η επιλογή σου εκ των υστέρων αποδειχθεί λανθασμένη.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Αν αντιθέτως περιμένεις η κατάσταση να λυθεί από μόνη της, χωρίς να λαμβάνεις μια απόφαση, τότε σίγουρα έχεις χάσει. Έχεις χάσει το πλεονέκτημα του χρόνου και ο χρόνος δεν ξανακερδίζεται.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-5151079895792090778?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/5151079895792090778/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=5151079895792090778&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5151079895792090778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5151079895792090778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/gli-scacchi-la-vita.html' title='Gli scacchi, la vita'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-5521351761522589479</id><published>2009-01-19T10:13:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:15:38.767+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>What is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Voglio condividere con voi questo cortometraggio che mi ha tanto emozionata : &lt;a href="http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=mNK6h1dfy2o&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;What is that?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La vita è così bella e così corta e noi spesso la viviamo con il pilota automatico inserito;  non ci riflettiamo sulle nostre azioni, magari ci lasciamo trascinare dalla corrente della vita quotidiana perché ci risulta più facile. Ma alla fine ognuno deve fare i conti con sé stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Θέλω να μοιραστώ αυτό το φιλμ μικρού μήκους που με συγκίνησε πολύ : &lt;a href="http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=mNK6h1dfy2o&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;What is that?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Η ζωή είναι τόσο όμορφη και τόσο σύντομη κι εμείς συχνά τη ζούμε με τον αυτόματο πιλότο αναμμένο. Δεν συνειδητοποιούμε ακριβώς τι κάνουμε και γιατί,  αφηνόμαστε να μας παρασύρει το ρεύμα της καθημερινότητας γιατί απλά είναι πιο εύκολο. Αλλά στο τέλος ο καθένας μας έχει να απολογηθεί στον εαυτό του.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-5521351761522589479?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/5521351761522589479/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=5521351761522589479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5521351761522589479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/5521351761522589479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-that.html' title='What is that?'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-7781304017025479040</id><published>2009-01-19T09:55:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:17:25.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auguri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>Un augurio per la vita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;che sia solo tua la responsabilità per tutto ciò che ti accadrà,  che batta la tua faccia in terra e sia tu felice, che non abbia nessuno a cui  dar torto e che ne esca fuori più bello, più ricco e più pieno di colori!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"να φταις εσύ και μόνο εσύ για ό,τι κι αν πάθεις, να φας τα μούτρα σου και να το κατευχαριστηθείς, να μην έχεις κανέναν να κατηγορήσεις και να βγεις ωραιότερος και πλουσιότερος και πιο γεμάτος χρώματα"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stoxasths.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html" target="_blank"&gt;credits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-7781304017025479040?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/7781304017025479040/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=7781304017025479040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/7781304017025479040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/7781304017025479040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-augurio-per-la-vita.html' title='Un augurio per la vita!'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-776299197744274689</id><published>2009-01-09T10:42:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:55:06.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Benjamin Franklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi rinuncia alla libertà per raggiungere la sicurezza, non merita né la libertà né la sicurezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Αυτοί που εκχωρούν μια ουσιώδη ελευθερία προκειμένου να έχουν προσωρινή ασφάλεια, δεν αξίζουν μήτε την ελευθερία μήτε την ασφάλεια&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-776299197744274689?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/776299197744274689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=776299197744274689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/776299197744274689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/776299197744274689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/benjamin-franklin.html' title='Benjamin Franklin'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-6240280045832665210</id><published>2009-01-05T09:58:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:16:04.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita'/><title type='text'>Conto alla rovescia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo fa ho sognato di svegliarmi e trovarmi con i capelli grigi. Ho sentito terrore. Non per la vecchiaia ma perché era successo in una sola notte, senza rendermene conto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia nonna ha cominciato il conto alla rovescia. La strada sarà sempre più dolorosa. Lei ha tanta paura e io mi sento incapace di aiutarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Πριν καιρό είχα ονειρευτεί ότι ξυπνούσα και τα μαλλιά μου είχαν γίνει γκρι. 'Ενιωσα τρόμο. Όχι γιατί ήμουν γριά, αλλά γιατί έγινε μέσα σε μία μόνο νύχτα, χωρίς να το καταλάβω.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Για τη γιαγιά μου έχει αρχίσει η αντίστροφη μέτρηση. Ο δρόμος θα είναι γεμάτος αυξανόμενο πόνο. Αυτή φοβάται πολύ κι εγώ νιώθω ανίκανη να τη βοηθήσω.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-6240280045832665210?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/6240280045832665210/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=6240280045832665210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/6240280045832665210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/6240280045832665210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2009/01/conto-alla-rovescia.html' title='Conto alla rovescia'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8803533463330648386</id><published>2008-12-19T12:15:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:35:26.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aikido'/><title type='text'>Esame sesto kyu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Non è andata bene. Ci voleva più impegno, più tempo di preparazione. Ma ho superato la mia paura, ho fatto tacere la parte di me che era contraria nel fare &lt;a href="http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=c9BIUZILj0M" target="_blank"&gt;Mae Ukemi&lt;/a&gt;! Che soddisfazione! Il primo passo è fatto, cosa segue? L'ukemi aerea? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Δεν τα πήγα καλά. Ήθελε περισσότερη προσπάθεια, περισσότερο χρόνο για προετοιμασία. Μα ξεπέρασα τον φόβο μου, σιώπησε επιτέλους αυτή η φωνούλα που μ' εμπόδιζε τόσο καιρό να κάνω Mae Ukemi! Τι ωραία αίσθηση! Το πρώτο βήμα έγινε, τι ακολουθεί; Η πτώση στον αέρα;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7813749523486409377-8803533463330648386?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8803533463330648386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8803533463330648386&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8803533463330648386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8803533463330648386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/esame-sesto-kyu.html' title='Esame sesto kyu'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8740236593541679567</id><published>2008-12-19T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:14:32.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Isolation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cammino nella città, circondata da gente ma tutta da sola, canto senza voce "και προχωρούσα μέσα στη νύχτα, χωρίς να γνωρίζω κανέναν, κι ούτε κανένας, κι ούτε κανένας με γνώριζε, με γνώριζε, ε, ε, ε"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Δρόμοι παλιοί (Μανώλης Αναγνωστάκης)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-8740236593541679567?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8740236593541679567/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8740236593541679567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8740236593541679567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8740236593541679567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/isolation.html' title='Isolation'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3248487330750933534</id><published>2008-12-19T10:30:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:15:14.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VitaIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vita come Internet Explorer? Macchè... io scelgo Firefox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7813749523486409377-3248487330750933534?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3248487330750933534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3248487330750933534&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3248487330750933534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3248487330750933534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/vitaie.html' title='VitaIE'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-4213275132440401200</id><published>2008-12-18T11:09:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:07:29.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradizione'/><title type='text'>Un pizzico di magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriva Natale e con esso &lt;a href="http://www.mondogreco.net/natale_kallikantzaroi.htm" target="_blank"&gt;i kalikàntzari!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da bambina durante il periodo di Natale avevo una grande paura di uscire di casa la sera...perché fuori c'erano i kalikàntzari! Mai visti, ma cosi vivi nella mia immaginazione grazie ai racconti dei miei nonni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sono bassi, brutti  e pelosi.&lt;br /&gt;Vivono al centro della terra cercando di tagliare l'albero della vita. Quando manca poco per finire, arriva Natale e loro escono sulla superficie per 12 giorni. Quando ritornano dentro la terra trovano l'albero della vita bello robusto e devono ricominciare da capo.&lt;br /&gt;Vanno in giro di notte. Avanti va lo zoppo e loro seguono suonando la musica e ballando. Se li senti che ti chiamano mentre dormi, non devi assolutamente rispondere perché ti ruberanno la voce!&lt;br /&gt;Se entrano in casa sporcano tutto e fanno i dispetti perciò teniamo sempre un setaccio. Loro cercano di contare i suoi buchi ma, non potendo pronunciare il numero tre perché è quello della santa trinità, arrivano al due e ricominciano. Cosi arriva il mattino e basta il kikiriki del gallo per farli sparire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Mio nonno è convinto di averli sentiti una volta quando era giovane. Ogni Natale ci racconta la storia e io  ritorno la bambina che ero :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-4213275132440401200?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/4213275132440401200/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=4213275132440401200&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4213275132440401200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/4213275132440401200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-pizzico-di-magia.html' title='Un pizzico di magia'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-8488266510255703943</id><published>2008-12-18T10:12:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:34:30.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Ho un sospetto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni giorno alla stazione metro vedo un certo tizio che suona la chitarra aspettando l'elemosina. All' inizio mi rattristavo per la sua condizione. Ultimamente mi viene il sospetto che la sua occupazione lo rende felice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Κάθε μέρα στο σταθμό του μετρό βλέπω έναν τύπο να παίζει κιθάρα ζητώντας ελεημοσύνη. Στην αρχή λυπόμουν για την κατάστασή του. Τελευταία αρχίζω να υποψιάζομαι ότι η δουλειά του τον κάνει ευτυχισμένο...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-8488266510255703943?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/8488266510255703943/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=8488266510255703943&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8488266510255703943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/8488266510255703943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-un-sospetto.html' title='Ho un sospetto...'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-1875257287691939297</id><published>2008-12-18T09:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:31:41.678+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Itaca - Ιθάκη (Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se per Itaca volgi il tuo viaggio,             &lt;br /&gt;             fa voti che ti sia lunga la via,&lt;br /&gt;             e colma di vicende e conoscenze.&lt;br /&gt;             Non temere i Lestrigoni e i Ciclopi&lt;br /&gt;             o Poseidone incollerito: mai&lt;br /&gt;             troverai tali mostri sulla via,&lt;br /&gt;             se resta il tuo pensiero alto e squisita&lt;br /&gt;             è l'emozione che ci tocca il cuore&lt;br /&gt;             e il corpo. Nè Lestrigoni o Ciclopi&lt;br /&gt;             nè Poseidone asprigno incontrerai,&lt;br /&gt;             se non li rechi dentro, nel tuo cuore,&lt;br /&gt;             se non li drizza il cuore innanzi a te.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             Fa voti che ti sia lunga la via.&lt;br /&gt;             E siano tanti i mattini d'estate&lt;br /&gt;             che ti vedano entrare (e con che gioia&lt;br /&gt;             allegra) in porti sconosciuti prima.&lt;br /&gt;             Fa scalo negli empori dei Fenici&lt;br /&gt;             per acquistare bella mercanzia,&lt;br /&gt;             madrepore e coralli, ebani e ambre,&lt;br /&gt;             voluttuosi aromi d'ogni sorta,&lt;br /&gt;             quanti più puoi voluttuosi aromi.&lt;br /&gt;             Recati in molte città dell'Egitto,&lt;br /&gt;             a imparare dai sapienti.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             Itaca tieni sempre nella mente.&lt;br /&gt;             La tua sorte ti segna quell’approdo.&lt;br /&gt;             Ma non precipitare il tuo viaggio.&lt;br /&gt;             Meglio che duri molti anni, che vecchio&lt;br /&gt;             tu finalmente attracchi all’isoletta,&lt;br /&gt;             ricco di quanto guadagnasti in via,&lt;br /&gt;             senza aspettare che ti dia ricchezze.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             Itaca t’ha donato il bel viaggio.&lt;br /&gt;             Senza di lei non ti mettevi in via.&lt;br /&gt;             Nulla ha da darti più.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             E se la trovi povera, Itaca non t’ha illuso.&lt;br /&gt;             Reduce così saggio, così esperto,&lt;br /&gt;             avrai capito che vuol dire un’Itaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Σα βγεις στον πηγαιμό για την Ιθάκη,&lt;br /&gt;να εύχεσαι νάναι μακρύς ο δρόμος,&lt;br /&gt;γεμάτος περιπέτειες, γεμάτος γνώσεις.&lt;br /&gt;Τους Λαιστρυγόνας και τους Κύκλωπας,&lt;br /&gt;τον θυμωμένο Ποσειδώνα μη φοβάσαι,&lt;br /&gt;τέτοια στον δρόμο σου ποτέ σου δεν θα βρεις,&lt;br /&gt;αν μέν’ η σκέψις σου υψηλή, αν εκλεκτή&lt;br /&gt;συγκίνησις το πνεύμα και το σώμα σου αγγίζει.&lt;br /&gt;Τους Λαιστρυγόνας και τους Κύκλωπας,&lt;br /&gt;τον άγριο Ποσειδώνα δεν θα συναντήσεις,&lt;br /&gt;αν δεν τους κουβανείς μες στην ψυχή σου,&lt;br /&gt;αν η ψυχή σου δεν τους στήνει εμπρός σου.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Να εύχεσαι νάναι μακρύς ο δρόμος.&lt;br /&gt;Πολλά τα καλοκαιρινά πρωιά να είναι&lt;br /&gt;που με τι ευχαρίστησι, με τι χαρά&lt;br /&gt;θα μπαίνεις σε λιμένας πρωτοειδωμένους·&lt;br /&gt;να σταματήσεις σ’ εμπορεία Φοινικικά,&lt;br /&gt;και τες καλές πραγμάτειες ν’ αποκτήσεις,&lt;br /&gt;σεντέφια και κοράλλια, κεχριμπάρια κ’ έβενους,&lt;br /&gt;και ηδονικά μυρωδικά κάθε λογής,&lt;br /&gt;όσο μπορείς πιο άφθονα ηδονικά μυρωδικά·&lt;br /&gt;σε πόλεις Aιγυπτιακές πολλές να πας,&lt;br /&gt;να μάθεις και να μάθεις απ’ τους σπουδασμένους.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Πάντα στον νου σου νάχεις την Ιθάκη.&lt;br /&gt;Το φθάσιμον εκεί είν’ ο προορισμός σου.&lt;br /&gt;Aλλά μη βιάζεις το ταξείδι διόλου.&lt;br /&gt;Καλλίτερα χρόνια πολλά να διαρκέσει·&lt;br /&gt;και γέρος πια ν’ αράξεις στο νησί,&lt;br /&gt;πλούσιος με όσα κέρδισες στον δρόμο,&lt;br /&gt;μη προσδοκώντας πλούτη να σε δώσει η Ιθάκη.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Η Ιθάκη σ’ έδωσε τ’ ωραίο ταξείδι.&lt;br /&gt;Χωρίς αυτήν δεν θάβγαινες στον δρόμο.&lt;br /&gt;Άλλα δεν έχει να σε δώσει πια.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Κι αν πτωχική την βρεις, η Ιθάκη δεν σε γέλασε.&lt;br /&gt;Έτσι σοφός που έγινες, με τόση πείρα,&lt;br /&gt;ήδη θα το κατάλαβες η Ιθάκες τι σημαίνουν.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Από τα &lt;i&gt;Ποιήματα 1897-1933&lt;/i&gt;, Ίκαρος 1984) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-1875257287691939297?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/1875257287691939297/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=1875257287691939297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1875257287691939297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1875257287691939297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/itaca.html' title='Itaca - Ιθάκη (Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης)'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-1481537663468656892</id><published>2008-12-17T14:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:31:57.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E' più facile</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' più facile far parte del gregge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;E' più facile considerare shopping un divertimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;E' più facile non pagare il biglietto del treno dei pendolari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;E' più facile buttare la spazzatura fuori dal cassonetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;E' più facile distruggere quello che non hai creato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span&gt;E' più facile considerarti il centro del mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span&gt;E' più facile lasciare che gli altri decidano per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;E' più facile non pensare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Allora perché non ci riesco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο ν' ακολουθείς το κοπάδι&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο να θεωρείς τα ψώνια διασκέδαση&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο να μην πληρώνεις εισιτήριο στο τρένο&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο να πετάς τα σκουπίδια έξω από τον κάδο&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο να θεωρείς τον εαυτό σου το κέντρο του κόσμου&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο ν' αφήνεις τους άλλους να αποφασίζουν για σένα&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Είναι πιο εύκολο να μην σκέφτεσαι&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ε τότε γιατί δεν τα καταφέρνω;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-1481537663468656892?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/1481537663468656892/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=1481537663468656892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1481537663468656892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/1481537663468656892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-pi-facile_17.html' title='E&apos; più facile'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3431820919225798565</id><published>2008-12-17T11:12:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:13:30.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credenze'/><title type='text'>Deep Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Chi ha detto che il color viola porta sfortuna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's only a colour after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sensuale, dinamico, malinconico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Il mio colore preferito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Quest' anno va di moda. Me ne comprerò un bel po' di vestiti allora per indossarli quando di moda non sarà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ποιος είπε πως το μωβ φέρνει γρουσουζιά;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's only a colour after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Αισθησιακό, δυναμικό, μελαγχολικό...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Το αγαπημένο μου&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Φέτος είναι της μόδας. Λέω λοιπόν να αγοράσω μερικά ρούχα να μου βρίσκονται όταν θα φύγει από τη μόδα...&lt;/span&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/7813749523486409377-3431820919225798565?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3431820919225798565/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3431820919225798565&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3431820919225798565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3431820919225798565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/deep-purple.html' title='Deep Purple'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3084827972278184707</id><published>2008-12-17T11:02:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:50:18.966+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma'/><title type='text'>Mama, mamma, μαμά</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immensa goia, immensa felicità, immensa stanchezza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Άπειρη χαρά, άπειρη ευτυχία, άπειρη κούραση&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/7813749523486409377-3084827972278184707?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3084827972278184707/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3084827972278184707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3084827972278184707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813749523486409377/posts/default/3084827972278184707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/2008/12/mama-mamma.html' title='Mama, mamma, μαμά'/><author><name>vitaIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074330663472464698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5cpMF1Ci0Bc/SUi-yXNazWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd6hOWVhLv8/S220/00351.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813749523486409377.post-3108401170419179209</id><published>2008-12-17T10:41:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:23:14.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='correzioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italiano'/><title type='text'>Correzioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ogni correzione del mio italiano scritto è ben accetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. ...almeno nello scritto non perdo le doppie consonanti per la strada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...poco da fare...sono greca e non le sento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813749523486409377-3108401170419179209?l=vitaie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitaie.blogspot.com/feeds/3108401170419179209/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813749523486409377&amp;postID=3108401170419179209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Per raccontare una vita italo-ellenica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Per dire al mondo "Hello world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perché si!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perché quando sei autodidatta di una lingua che non è la tua madrelingua, arrivi ad un punto dove per forza devi cominciare a scrivere e scrivere e scrivere se vuoi migliorare...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="footer section" id="footer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Για να διηγηθώ μια ιταλο-ελληνική ζωή&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Για να πω στον κόσμο "Hello world"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Γιατί ναι!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Γιατί όταν είσαι αυτοδίδακτη μιας γλώσσας που δεν είναι η μητρική σου, φτάνεις σ' ένα σημείο που πρέπει να γράφεις και να γράφεις και να γράφεις αν θες να βελτιωθείς...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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