tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119960272012-02-16T20:20:57.934+01:00Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-88311270370977602342008-06-20T00:03:00.000+02:002008-06-20T00:05:07.380+02:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqOKvonLrH8&amp;hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqOKvonLrH8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><table style="background-color: transparent;" id="ct0" align="center" bgcolor="#e7d6bd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><td id="crnh" style="width: 19px; background-position: -432px 0pt;" onmousedown="lyricmd()"><br /></td> <td valign="top"> <table style="position: relative; top: -10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr style="font-size: 10px;"> <td style="cursor: pointer;" id="ct4" title="Print these lyrics" onclick="document.location='print.htm'"><br /></td> <td id="ct1" title="Center align text" align="center"><br /></td><td style="visibility: hidden;" id="ct3" align="right"><span id="ct2"></span> <a href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/ki">http://www.mp3lyrics.org/ki</a></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="3" id="poiseA"><br /></td> </tr><tr><td id="lyric" colspan="3" ondblclick="lyricdblc()" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: nowrap;" align="left"><br /><span id="inclm"></span>I am he as you are he<br />as you are me<br />and we are all together<br />See how they run like<br />pigs from a gun<br />see how they fly<br />I'm crying<br />Sitting on a cornflake<br />Waiting for the band to come<br />Corporation T-shirt,<br />stupid bloody Tuesday<br />Man you've been a naughty boy<br />you let your face grow long<br /><br />I am the eggman<br />They are the eggmen<br />I am the walrus<br />Goo goo g'joob<br /><br />Mr. city policeman sitting<br />pretty little policemen in a row<br />See how they fly like<br />Lucy in the sky<br />See how they run<br />I'm crying<br />I'm crying, I'm crying<br />Yellow matter custard<br />Dripping from a dead dog's eye<br />Crabalocker fishwife<br />Pornographic priestess<br />Boy, you've been a naughty girl<br />you let your knickers down<br /><br />I am the eggman<br />They are the eggmen<br />I am the walrus<br />Goo goo g'joob<br /><br />Sitting in an English garden<br />waiting for the sun<br />If the sun don't come<br />you get a tan<br />from standing in the English rain<br /><br />I am the eggman<br />They are the eggmen<br />I am the walrus<br />Goo goo g'joob<br /><br />Expert, texpert choking smokers<br />don't you think the<br />joker laughs at you<br />See how they smile<br />like pigs in a sty<br />See how they snide<br />I'm crying<br />Semolina pilchard<br />climbing up the Eiffel tower<br />Elementary penguin<br />singing Hare Krishna<br />Man, you should have<br />seen them kicking<br />Edgar Allan Poe<br /><br />I am the eggman<br />They are the eggmen<br />I am the walrus<br />Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob<br />Goo goo g'joob Goo goo g'joob g'goo<br />juba juba juba<br />juba juba juba<br />juba juba juba juba<br />juba juba</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-8831127037097760234?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-27137507529784724982008-06-19T23:56:00.000+02:002008-06-19T23:57:26.887+02:00Per Elisa vuoi vedere che perderai anche me. <br />Per Elisa non sai più distinguere che giorno è <br />e poi, non è nemmeno bella. <br />Per Elisa paghi sempre tu e non ti lamenti <br />per lei ti metti in coda per le spese <br />e il guaio è che non te ne accorgi. <br />Con Elisa guardi le vetrine e non ti stanchi <br />lei ti lascia e ti riprende come e quando vuole lei <br />riesce solo a farti male. <br />Vivere vivere vivere non è più vivere, <br />lei ti ha plagiato, ti ha preso anche la dignità. <br />Fingere fingere fingere non sai più fingere <br />senza di lei, senza di lei ti manca l'aria. <br />Senza Elisa, non esci neanche a prendere il giornale <br />con me riesci solo a dire due parole <br />ma noi, un tempo ci amavamo. <br />Con Elisa guardi le vetrine e non ti stanchi, <br />lei ti lascia e ti riprende come e quando vuole lei <br />riesce solo a farti male. <br />Vivere Vivere Vivere non è più vivere <br />lei ti ha plagiato, ti ha preso anche la dignità, <br />fingere fingere fingere non sai più fingere <br />senza di lei, senza di lei ti manca l'aria. <br />Vivere non è più vivere <br />per Elisa, con Elisa!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-2713750752978472498?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-18415585546824204682008-04-21T23:11:00.000+02:002008-04-21T23:13:05.279+02:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FMq0iDX1yE&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FMq0iDX1yE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />What would you think if I sang out of tune,<br />Would you stand up and walk out on me?<br />Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song<br />And I'll try not to sing out of key.<br /><br />Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends<br /><br />What do I do when my love is away<br />(Does it worry you to be alone?)<br />How do I feel by the end of the day,<br />(Are you sad because you're on your own?)<br /><br />No, I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends<br /><br />Do you need anybody<br />I need somebody to love<br />Could it be anybody<br />I want somebody to love.<br /><br />Would you believe in a love at first sight<br />Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time<br />What do you see when you turn out the light<br />I can't tell you but I know it's mine,<br /><br />Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends<br /><br />Do you need anybody<br />I just need someone to love<br />Could it be anybody<br />I want somebody to love.<br /><br />Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends<br />With a little help from my friends.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-1841558554682420468?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-41000130963888045442008-04-18T10:25:00.001+02:002008-12-11T13:28:50.542+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/SAhbWHyxXvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Xe6_L31CJE0/s1600-h/1999375.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/SAhbWHyxXvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Xe6_L31CJE0/s400/1999375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190499006151745266" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="altan-big"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-4100013096388804544?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-10400818339665571062008-02-19T12:20:00.003+01:002008-12-11T13:28:51.066+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/R81qzD37ZGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4jnx450Q3kQ/s1600-h/cptNG.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/R81qzD37ZGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4jnx450Q3kQ/s400/cptNG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173908972364325986" border="0" /></a><br /><p><a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"><br /></a></p><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDM*MjAwNDQ*NTMmcD*1NDc4MSZkPXBhcnRuZXIrZGF*YSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-1040081833966557106?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-3733369557447741522008-01-06T13:28:00.000+01:002008-12-11T13:28:51.392+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/R4DJnlA7KgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfM8Jzv5nqE/s1600-h/02012008930.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/R4DJnlA7KgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfM8Jzv5nqE/s320/02012008930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152339655499917826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A volte un bel cartello dice molto più di tante parole...<br />Questo era all'ingresso del centro commerciale, sotto la stazione di Zagabria...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-373336955744774152?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-42521684227308809082007-11-28T16:30:00.000+01:002007-11-28T16:32:31.922+01:00<span id="_ctl10__ctl5_Contents"><em>the razor toothed piranhas of the genera serrasalmus and pygocentrus are the most ferocious freshwater fish in the world. in reality they seldom attack a human</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-4252168422730880908?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-57438344439112399622007-11-15T17:58:00.000+01:002007-11-15T18:00:56.850+01:00<div id="photoImgDiv397643834" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"><div id="photoImgDiv397643834" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/397643834_a367826813.jpg?v=1172071606" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="333" width="500" /></div> <p><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-5743834443911239962?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-56165967180903483652007-11-15T17:55:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:57:14.206+01:00<div id="photoImgDiv438392332" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/438392332_983a9d7c47.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="333" width="500" /><br /><br />A grande richiesta, una mia foto da bambino...<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-5616596718090348365?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-11515469304556392582007-11-08T18:44:00.000+01:002007-11-08T18:51:21.715+01:00<img src="http://www.dasco.li/img/leaving.jpg" alt="you are leaving the american sector" /><br /><br />Come stava bene questo adesivo sulla mia vecchia Golf Memphis grigia.<br />Era perfettamente incastonato in un angolo del lunotto posteriore, così squadrato com'era.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">E quando si saliva in macchina, accolti dalle musiche dei CCCP o di Bregovic, si sentiva subito che il settore americano era lontano davvero...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-1151546930455639258?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-2314198230981282232007-11-08T00:39:00.001+01:002007-11-08T00:47:13.840+01:00Di libertà sa il miele selvatico.<br />La polvere di un raggio di sole,<br />Sa di viola la bocca di una fanciulla,<br />L'oro invece non sa di nulla,<br />D'acqua sa la rugiada<br />E di mela l'amore.<br /><br />(Anna Akhmatova)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-231419823098128223?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-71120165181804057122007-11-07T09:48:00.000+01:002007-11-07T09:52:51.535+01:00<div id="mid" style="font-family:verdana;"> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Je suis le petit chevalier<br />Avec le ciel dessus mes yeux<br />Je ne peux pas me effroyer</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Je suis le petit chevalier<br />Avec la terre dessous mes pieds<br />J'irai te visiter<br />J'irai te visiter</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">(Nico, <span style="font-style: italic;">Desert Shore</span>, 1971)<br /></span></p><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-7112016518180405712?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-44135769067623657342007-11-07T01:16:00.001+01:002007-11-07T01:16:30.207+01:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Forse la giovinezza è solo questo<br />perenne amare i sensi e non pentirsi.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />(<a href="http://www.la-poesia.it/italiani/fine-1900/penna/SP_indice.htm">Sandro Penna</a>)</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-4413576906762365734?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-44300613879752789512007-11-07T01:16:00.000+01:002007-11-09T10:50:46.267+01:00Vedete la playlist alla destra di questa pagina?<br />Ascoltate la canzone "Some Velvet Morning"!<br />Già che ci sono, vi scrivo anche il testo.<br />Mi piacerebbe sapere qual è secondo voi il significato della canzone.<br />Vietato cercare su wikipedia! Lasciate spazio alla vostra fantasia...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lee: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Some velvet morning when I'm straight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm gonna open up your gate</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and how she gave me life</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and how she made it in</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Some velvet morning when I'm straight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nancy:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Flowers growing on the hill</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Dragonflies and daffodils</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Learn from us very much</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Look at us but do not touch</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Phaedra is my name</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lee: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Some velvet morning when I'm straight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm gonna open up your gate</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and how she gave me life</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and how she made it in</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Some velvet morning when I'm straight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nancy:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Flowers are the things we knew</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Secrets are the things we grew</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Learn from us very much</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Look at us but do not touch</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Phaedra is my name</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lee: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Some velvet morning when I'm straight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nancy:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Flowers growing on the hill</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lee:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm gonna open up your gate</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nancy:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Dragonflies and daffodils</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lee:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nancy:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Learn from us very much</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lee:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And how she gave me life</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nancy:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Look at us but do not touch</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lee:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and how she made it in</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-4430061387975278951?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-70785978703938449052007-11-06T19:47:00.000+01:002007-11-07T00:14:25.075+01:00<span style="font-size:100%;"> "<i>Un giorno a San Siro sbagliai un passaggio, non succedeva da due anni e tutto lo stadio fece un ‘ooohhh’ di meraviglia". (Nils Liedholm)<br /><br /></i>Proprio come quando io sbagliai a coniugare un verbo latino alla fine della quinta ginnasio!<br /><br />Anche in quell'occasione lo stadio reagì così!<br /><br />Scherzi a parte, il Barone era l'allenatore del mio primo Milan, quando ancora Berlusconi era solo un imprenditore, e io impazzivo per i colpi di testa di Mark Hateley...<br /><br /></span><img alt="Mark Hateley, nato il 7/11/1961, centravanti rossonero per tre stagioni (11984-87)" src="http://www.gazzetta.it/Media/Foto/2007/01_Gennaio/06/HATELEY1combo.jpg" title="Mark Hateley, nato il 7/11/1961, centravanti rossonero per tre stagioni (11984-87)" border="0" height="120" width="180" /><br /><br />Io avevo 10 anni...e Maldini esordiva in A...<br /><br />Addio Nils, sei un pezzo della mia infanzia che se ne va.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-7078597870393844905?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-33641192352506362642007-11-05T10:46:00.000+01:002007-11-05T11:17:53.521+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Che emozione scoprire una nuova stella...<br />Sabato notte io ed Elena siamo usciti da casa mia, e prima di salire in macchina, abbiamo alzato lo sguardo al cielo.<br />Di solito proviamo a riconoscere le costellazioni, o ne inventiamo di nuove, ma questa volta c'era un'ospite inattesa.<br />Una stella luminosissima, di colore giallo, mai vista prima...<br />All'inizio si pensava ad un aereo, ma non si muoveva!<br />Un satellite spia? Un'altro di quegli UFO che ogni sera vengono ad infastidirmi?<br />Niente di tutto ciò!<br />In mancanza di internet a portata di click, mi sono tuffato sul televideo.<br />Ci sarà una pagina dedicata all'astronomia, no?<br />E infatti c'è!<br />Pag. 575<br />EUREKA!!!<br />Cometa di Holmes, in outburst!!!<br />In poche ore è passata da una magnitudine +16,8 a +3,5...<br />Per capirci, e semplificando, la differenza tra quanto splende la luna e quanto splende il sole...<br />Dopo tante parole, eccovi la nostra cometina:<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="thumb_box_right"><img src="http://www.astronomia.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/holmes1.jpg" alt="17P/Holmes" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Ricordatevi che le comete sono oggetti imprevedibili, quindi non lasciatevela scappare!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-3364119235250636264?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-52990784014250213252007-11-04T02:59:00.000+01:002007-11-04T15:03:39.133+01:00<img src="http://www.einaudi.it/einaudi/images_art/littell_ben_speciale.jpg" align="left" border="0" />Nell'Europa travolta dalla furia nazista, l'epopea tragica ed efferata di un ufficiale delle SS, Maximilien Aue. Le Benevole ci fa rivivere gli orrori della guerra dal punto di vista dei carnefici. «Non ho alcun rimpianto: ho fatto il mio lavoro, tutto qui». È una storia che «vi riguarda: vedrete che vi riguarda».<br /><br />(tratto da Einaudi.it)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-5299078401425021325?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-73499483863845336132007-11-03T18:26:00.000+01:002007-11-03T18:31:02.138+01:00Se amate i creativi, e le loro provocazioni, il blog giusto è questo:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.kelleradv.it/blog/klog/">http://www.kelleradv.it/blog/klog/</a><br /><br />Ecco ad esempio come si pubblicizza una scuola per parrucchieri...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.kelleradv.it/blog/klog/upload/Y%26R%2C%20Italy.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.kelleradv.it/blog/klog/upload/Y%26R%2C%20Italy.html','popup','width=539,height=383,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img alt="thumb_zerbino.jpg" src="http://www.kelleradv.it/blog/klog/upload/thumb_zerbino.jpg" height="144" width="470" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-7349948386384533613?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-88732610966399739282007-11-03T12:04:00.000+01:002008-12-11T13:28:51.703+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/RyxV69CBiwI/AAAAAAAAABY/AHVTq37ryg0/s1600-h/Corrado+Magno.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hSuowSqa-U/RyxV69CBiwI/AAAAAAAAABY/AHVTq37ryg0/s320/Corrado+Magno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128568546971978498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Così lo immaginamo, mentre bramoso di nuove conquiste, spinge lo sguardo a ponente.<br />Beh, magari un po' più smilzo (ma non troppo), un po' più barbuto (stile Abatantuono), ma credetemi: lo sguardo è proprio il suo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-8873261096639973928?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-41395126436876637552007-11-03T10:56:00.000+01:002007-11-03T10:57:36.373+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Petõfi Sándor: E' tornato l'<span id="st" name="st" class="st">autunno</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>(Itt van az õsz, itt van újra - 1848) </span><br /><br />E' tornato l'<span id="st" name="st" class="st">autunno</span>,<br />e, come sempre, è bello.<br />Chissà perchè mi piace,<br />ma mi piace tanto.<br /><br />Mi siedo sulla collina,<br />e guardo attorno, di qua,<br />ascolto il silenzioso rumore<br />mentre dagli alberi cadono le foglie.<br /><br /><br />Il raggio del sole gentile<br />guarda alla terra e sorride,<br />come la madre guarda affettuosa<br />suo figlio mentre s'addormenta.<br /><br />Infatti, in <span id="st" name="st" class="st">autunno</span> la terra<br />non muore, ma s'addormenta,<br />Si vede anche dallo sguardo<br /><br />che ha solo sonno, non è malato.<br /><br />Ha tolto i suoi bei vestiti,<br />si è spogliata piano piano.<br />Si rivestirà, quando arriva<br />la primavera, la sua mattina.<br /><br />Dormi pure, bella natura,<br />dormi fino alla mattina,<br /><br />e sogna tutto ciò<br />che ti piace di più.<br /><br />Io la mia cetra<br />la sfioro appena appena,<br />il mio canto dolce<br />sarà la ninna nanna per te.<br /><br />Amore, siediti accanto a me,<br />stai qua senza dir niente<br />mentre il mio canto vola lento<br />come una brezza sopra il lago.<br /><br />Se mi baci, appoggia le tue<br />labbra pian piano sulle mie,<br />non dobbiamo svegliare<br />la natura che dorme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-4139512643687663755?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-16643744055753289062007-11-03T01:42:00.000+01:002007-11-03T01:44:22.878+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/95207629_1e956d76c9_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/95207629_1e956d76c9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Il giorno in cui riuscirò a scattare una foto come questa, uccidetemi pure...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-1664374405575328906?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-50107921082243039802007-11-03T01:36:00.000+01:002007-11-03T01:45:19.392+01:00A volte anche la computer graphic sa commuovere...<br /><br />Questo breve video è adorabile.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdUUx5FdySs"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdUUx5FdySs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-5010792108224303980?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-27632712446050984442007-11-03T01:35:00.000+01:002007-11-08T00:01:27.676+01:00Se solo avessi un tapis roulant...<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-2763271244605098444?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-69186441339049660502007-11-03T01:19:00.000+01:002007-11-04T13:04:00.670+01:00Ecco le migliori canzoni di tutti i tempi secondo RollingStone...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/500songs">http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/500songs</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-6918644133904966050?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-21129912462426788762007-11-03T00:59:00.000+01:002007-11-03T01:29:24.412+01:00<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oCjPmcIeJM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oCjPmcIeJM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-2112991246242678876?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-74300981031739220592007-11-02T21:16:00.000+01:002007-11-03T01:33:00.041+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Finalmente una buona ragione per aggiornare il mio blog!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Metterci 75 canzoni...che fanno parte di me...</span></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-7430098103173922059?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-45373410283908874802006-07-08T11:42:00.000+02:002007-11-03T11:46:42.626+01:00Che dire...ogni partita è imprevedibile...<br /><br />Secondo me andiamo in svantaggio, magari su rigore, e poi ci salviamo con un bel gol su azione di calcio d'angolo.<br /><br />E poi?<br /><br />Difficile...<br /><br />Al diavolo la scaramanzia!<br /><br />ITALIA CAMPIONE DEL MONDO AI RIGORI!<br /><br />Se perdiamo, abbiate pietà della mia anima...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-4537341028390887480?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11996027.post-1135095533864805722005-12-20T17:17:00.000+01:002007-11-04T14:06:48.180+01:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><strong><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Mi sembra una buona ragione per cominciare a tenere un diario, no?<br /><br /></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11996027-113509553386480572?l=cptstrazza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cpt SZnoreply@blogger.com0