<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:45:53.043+01:00</updated><category term='lavoro'/><category term='cose belle'/><category term='Libri'/><category term='frivolezze'/><category term='Società'/><category term='viaggi'/><category term='Politica'/><category term='caos management'/><title type='text'>BiSogno di Scrivere</title><subtitle type='html'>Esercizi di stile e quotidiane illuminazioni</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-117183018772320109</id><published>2010-05-19T21:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:26:27.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fattore X e la medicina di genere</title><content type='html'>Riprendo le fila segnalando un &lt;a href="http://ilfattorex.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;che a noi donne non può che piacere: si parla della malattia -qualsiasi essa sia- non solo in termini di età ma anche di genere "uomo" o "donna".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al di là dell'interesse scientifico nella materia, penso che non si posso che rallegrarsi di uno spazio che rispetta le naturali differenze tra uomini e donne specie in un contesto economico, politico e sociale che le disconosce mentre si preoccupa di conservare, invece, le differenze che &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diversamente&lt;/span&gt; non avrebbero ragione di esistere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-117183018772320109?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/117183018772320109/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2010/05/fattore-x-e-la-medicina-di-genere.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/117183018772320109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/117183018772320109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2010/05/fattore-x-e-la-medicina-di-genere.html' title='Fattore X e la medicina di genere'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-3547669899630571781</id><published>2010-05-13T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:59:54.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ironia dei numeri</title><content type='html'>Sembra che il 13 voglia a tutti i costi avere un senso nella mia vita: non bastava essere nata di 13, ma guarda caso oggi, 13 maggio, mi viene in mente di andare a pescare questo mi blog su cui non scrivo, guarda caso dal un altro giorno 13 di un anno fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E 13 sia, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt; riprendo volentieri a scrivere e già che ci sono segnalo il mio contributo al numero di maggio di &lt;a href="http://www.caosmanagement.it/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caosmanagement&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;che è in dirittura di &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pubblicazione&lt;/span&gt;. Questa volta parlo delle mie impressioni sull'Expo di &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/span&gt; da cui sono appena tornata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-3547669899630571781?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/3547669899630571781/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2010/05/lironia-dei-numeri.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3547669899630571781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3547669899630571781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2010/05/lironia-dei-numeri.html' title='L&apos;ironia dei numeri'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-8895637246838581119</id><published>2009-09-01T17:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:39:54.578+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritrovare il filo</title><content type='html'>E' sempre faticoso riprendere a leggere un libro che piaceva tanto ma che si è abbandonato da un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;po'&lt;/span&gt; sul comodino: non si trova il segno. Si è perso il filo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma una volta ripreso ci si chiede con sorpresa come si sia potuto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rinunciare a quel piacere&lt;/span&gt;. Così senza nemmeno accorgersene, di pagina in pagina si arriva alla fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo stesso vale per lo scrivere in genere: come ho potuto, mi chiedo, abbandonare per così tanto tempo il mio blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebbene lo riprendo, felice di farlo e con una sola idea: scrivere tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-8895637246838581119?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/8895637246838581119/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/09/ritrovare-il-filo.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/8895637246838581119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/8895637246838581119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/09/ritrovare-il-filo.html' title='Ritrovare il filo'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-4887240439752676994</id><published>2009-02-13T11:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:11:56.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caos Management di febbraio</title><content type='html'>La benevolenza della redazione di Caos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Management&lt;/span&gt; prosegue tanto che proprio in questi giorni sono sul numero di febbraio con un &lt;a href="http://www.caosmanagement.it/art38_09.html"&gt;mio pezzo&lt;/a&gt;. Dopo tanto scrivere in nome d'altri, poter firmare i propri pezzi è vivificante. Grazie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-4887240439752676994?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/4887240439752676994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/caos-management-di-febbraio.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/4887240439752676994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/4887240439752676994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/caos-management-di-febbraio.html' title='Caos Management di febbraio'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-3794881368494745419</id><published>2009-02-08T11:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:48:52.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cose belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavoro'/><title type='text'>Viaggi e divani</title><content type='html'>Partire è un po' morire, dicono. Martedì ho un volo da prendere per gli Stati Uniti e venerdì alle 8 di mattina sarò già in Italia. Accompagno il capo che accompagna il suo "capo". Mi domando cosa ci sia di tanto particolare nel viaggio. Eppure è così da sempre. L'anticipazione, il percorso, l'arrivo a destinazione, il rientro a casa, le tracce - ricevute, buste, biglietti, un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;, - che restano in giro anche dopo. Ho passato il sabato in un centro commerciale a cercare una valigia più bella e scarpe comode ma con il tacco (una contraddizione in termini). Diciamo che ho cercato di placare un po' la mia insicurezza: il giocare fuori casa mette sempre un po' di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soggezione&lt;/span&gt;. Succede ai calciatori professionisti figuriamoci se non deve succedere a me. E anche i "grandi" uomini di Stato che viaggiano di continuo, si muovono sempre con una corte di gente: si portano dietro una fetta di casa. Noi dello "staff" siamo le conchiglie per questi paguri con manie di grandezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine mese Africa. Sto accettando di viaggiare, di lasciare la mia scrivania. Ho sempre detto che sarei stata più efficace con le mie cose a portata di mano. E infatti con internet, fax e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blackberry&lt;/span&gt; il mio capo lo raggiungo ovunque. E continuo a pensare che sia vero. Ma vero anche che così non vedo mai il prodotto del mio lavoro. Preparo discorsi, scrivo interviste e non so mai che ne è poi stato. Vero pure che se gli sono accanto gli servo eccome. Lui viaggia più comodo. Io mi estinguo come la fiamma di una candela a fine cera. E poi si riprende in ufficio con tutto l'arretrato accumulato in mia assenza. Ma è pure bello staccare, "morire" per qualche giorno e poi tornare alla vita di sempre. Anche se non avrò tempo di visitare, mi potrò guardare intorno. Annusare l'aria. In questo internet può poco. Così come non credo che il libro verrà mai rimpiazzato così penso che le video conferenze non potranno mai soppiantare i viaggi e viceversa. Grazie alla rete io sono ovunque dal divano di casa. Quanto adoro il mio divano: cose belle, il mio divano con sopra le due coperte che arruffate mi fanno da cuccia. Cose belle, scoprirsi capaci di viaggiare all'altro capo del mondo e tornare un po' più "grandi".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-3794881368494745419?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/3794881368494745419/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/viaggi-e-divani.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3794881368494745419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3794881368494745419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/viaggi-e-divani.html' title='Viaggi e divani'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-2544868224790640281</id><published>2009-02-04T16:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:21:48.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cose belle: indulgere</title><content type='html'>Una lezione dallo yoga: lasciare andare, arrendersi, sciogliere la tensione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulgere in uno stato di quiete che va contro ogni logica del vivere quotidiano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-2544868224790640281?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/2544868224790640281/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/cose-belle-indulgere.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/2544868224790640281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/2544868224790640281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/cose-belle-indulgere.html' title='Cose belle: indulgere'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-7654256389713094252</id><published>2009-02-02T10:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:39:39.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cose belle: una sorpresa</title><content type='html'>Questa mattina, arrivando in ufficio ho trovato una sorpresa. Mi ha messo in sospetto un insolito profumo e immediatamente, girando lo sguardo alla scrivania, l'ho visto: nel fine settimana è sbocciato il giacinto che fiduciosa mi ero portata da casa. Una delizia constatare che la natura non si ferma di fronte alle nostre piccole e grandi preoccupazioni quotidiane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-7654256389713094252?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/7654256389713094252/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/cose-belle-una-sorpresa.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/7654256389713094252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/7654256389713094252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/02/cose-belle-una-sorpresa.html' title='Cose belle: una sorpresa'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-2611071409180847455</id><published>2009-01-30T12:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:05:13.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frivolezze'/><title type='text'>Cose belle: cambiare prospettiva</title><content type='html'>Potrà sembrare banale, ma per chi non è abituato ai tacchi alti, salire - e camminare - su 7 cm è un'emozione. La cosa più interessante è la diversa prospettiva con cui ci si offre al mondo: innanzi tutto, arrivando al lavoro, mi sono scoperta più alta del collega antipatico nel quale ho procurato, non senza soddisfazione, un certo mal celato imbarazzo. Ho raggiunto inoltre l'olimpo di quelli che nell'ascensore per il bar - affollatissimo - continuano a respirare. Una volta a meta poi, ho teso lo scontrino al barista  superando con eleganza la barriera umana stazionante di fronte al bancone.  Direi che questi ultimi acquisti di fine stagione sono stati soldi spesi bene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-2611071409180847455?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/2611071409180847455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/cose-belle-cambiare-prospettiva.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/2611071409180847455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/2611071409180847455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/cose-belle-cambiare-prospettiva.html' title='Cose belle: cambiare prospettiva'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-7802704661462758545</id><published>2009-01-30T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:33:19.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Disposable</title><content type='html'>Attualità di questi giorni la questione Lampedusa. La popolazione è insorta contro il progetto di un "centro di identificazione" immigrati sull'isola. Come dargli torto. Il centro in definitiva - così come è stato pensato - si presenta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; più &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; meno come una "discarica" a cielo aperto. Chissà se già che ci sono, vista l'esiguità degli spazi, non proveranno anche a compattarli in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ecoballe&lt;/span&gt; questi poveri immigrati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-7802704661462758545?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/7802704661462758545/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/disposable.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/7802704661462758545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/7802704661462758545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/disposable.html' title='Disposable'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-9150980288312741932</id><published>2009-01-28T11:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:49:02.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caos management'/><title type='text'>Cose Belle: sentirsi capiti</title><content type='html'>Ho mandato il mio articolo di febbraio alla Redazione di Caos management. Il mio pezzo è stato accolto con parole rassicuranti: "L'avrei potuto scrivere io" mi è stato detto. In un mondo in cui per la metà del nostro tempo dobbiamo spiegarci, dare conto e chiarire fraintendimenti, trovare chi ti capisce al volo è emozionante. E' come scendere per uno scivolo dolce invece che per ripidi scalini. Un balsamo per il cuore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-9150980288312741932?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/9150980288312741932/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/cose-belle-sentirsi-capiti.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/9150980288312741932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/9150980288312741932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/cose-belle-sentirsi-capiti.html' title='Cose Belle: sentirsi capiti'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-3133805907482654528</id><published>2009-01-26T09:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:27:26.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficile riprendere il filo</title><content type='html'>Difficile riprendere le abitudini di sempre nella "casa" nuova: difficile riprendere il filo nel blog trasmigrato. I nuovi inizi devono sempre vincere una certa inerzia. Sarà la diversa veste grafica, sarà la voglia di voltare pagina con ancora il dito a tenere il segno nella vecchia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-3133805907482654528?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/3133805907482654528/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/difficile-riprendere-il-filo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3133805907482654528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3133805907482654528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/difficile-riprendere-il-filo.html' title='Difficile riprendere il filo'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-3222587809164474122</id><published>2009-01-23T10:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:56:18.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>Una lezione dallo yoga: osservare senza giudicare. Specie di fronte agli squilibri della vita, non farsi intimorire, non fuggire verso posizioni più comode ma restare. Respirare. In una parola, accogliere, morbidi. Non fare resistenza. Accettare. Così facendo si torna in equilibrio dove prima sembrava di cadere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-3222587809164474122?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/3222587809164474122/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/yoga.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3222587809164474122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/3222587809164474122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-4452991478593349137</id><published>2009-01-21T11:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:31:58.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass</title><content type='html'>Quando nulla è definitivo tutto può cambiare. Nelle coppie, negli uffici, nella vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Tanto nella gioia che nel dolore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una conferma: un "nero" alla Casa Bianca quando c'è stato chi ha preso botte per avere ambito a poltrone meno nobili come il sedile di un autobus. Mai disperare che le cose non cambino. Magari non cambieranno proprio nel senso desiderato, ma cambiano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-4452991478593349137?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/4452991478593349137/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/4452991478593349137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/4452991478593349137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-8256069042474698857</id><published>2009-01-20T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:47:49.212+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Società'/><title type='text'>Parole chiave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/SXZFqZQZdpI/AAAAAAAAABI/AQx9r5IzsOI/s1600-h/key+words.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293495006657083026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/SXZFqZQZdpI/AAAAAAAAABI/AQx9r5IzsOI/s400/key+words.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-8256069042474698857?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/8256069042474698857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/parole-chiave.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/8256069042474698857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/8256069042474698857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/parole-chiave.html' title='Parole chiave'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/SXZFqZQZdpI/AAAAAAAAABI/AQx9r5IzsOI/s72-c/key+words.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-5068598088467604843</id><published>2009-01-20T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:24:33.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il discorso di Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>My fellow citizens:&lt;br /&gt;I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and co-operation he has shown throughout this transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms.&lt;br /&gt;At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we, the people, have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.&lt;br /&gt;So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;Serious challenges&lt;br /&gt;That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.&lt;br /&gt;We have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord&lt;br /&gt;These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.&lt;br /&gt;Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.&lt;br /&gt;Nation of 'risk-takers'&lt;br /&gt;We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labour, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and travelled across oceans in search of a new life.&lt;br /&gt;For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and ploughed the hard earth.&lt;br /&gt;For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.&lt;br /&gt;'Remaking America'&lt;br /&gt;Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.&lt;br /&gt;The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift&lt;br /&gt;This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.&lt;br /&gt;For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.&lt;br /&gt;Restoring trust&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.&lt;br /&gt;We reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals&lt;br /&gt;What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply.&lt;br /&gt;The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.&lt;br /&gt;Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - that a nation cannot prosper long when it favours only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on the ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.&lt;br /&gt;'Ready to lead'&lt;br /&gt;As for our common defence, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and we are ready to lead once more.&lt;br /&gt;We will not apologise for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defence&lt;br /&gt;Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with the sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.&lt;br /&gt;We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the spectre of a warming planet. We will not apologise for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defence, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.&lt;br /&gt;'Era of peace'&lt;br /&gt;For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.&lt;br /&gt;To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.&lt;br /&gt;To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.&lt;br /&gt;'Duties'&lt;br /&gt;As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honour them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.&lt;br /&gt;What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.&lt;br /&gt;Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - honesty and hard work, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths.&lt;br /&gt;What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;'Gift of freedom'&lt;br /&gt;This is the price and the promise of citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.&lt;br /&gt;This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.&lt;br /&gt;So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have travelled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be told to the future world... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."&lt;br /&gt;America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-5068598088467604843?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/5068598088467604843/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-discorso-di-barack-obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/5068598088467604843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/5068598088467604843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-discorso-di-barack-obama.html' title='Il discorso di Barack Obama'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-2941235136243556659</id><published>2009-01-20T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:36:13.593+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Società'/><title type='text'>12:05 So help me god</title><content type='html'>12:05 Obama giura quando è in realtà Presidente già da 6 minuti. 21 colpi a salve lo salutano.&lt;br /&gt;12:07 prende la parola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-2941235136243556659?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/2941235136243556659/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/1205-obama-giura-so-help-me-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/2941235136243556659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/2941235136243556659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/1205-obama-giura-so-help-me-god.html' title='12:05 So help me god'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-5609625841844273645</id><published>2009-01-20T17:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:05:15.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aretha canta</title><content type='html'>11:56 Aretha Franklin canta&lt;br /&gt;11:57 tutti in piedi . Il primo a giurare è il vice Presidente Joe Biden&lt;br /&gt;11:59 di nuovo musica: un violoncellista cinese, un clarinettista di colore, al pianoforte un'italo-americana. Nulla è lasciato al caso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-5609625841844273645?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/5609625841844273645/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/1753-si-canta.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/5609625841844273645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/5609625841844273645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/1753-si-canta.html' title='Aretha canta'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-6872887013988614419</id><published>2009-01-20T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:51:34.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11:43 Il presidente eletto Obama prende posto</title><content type='html'>Conto alla rovescia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 La senatrice Dianne Feinstein prende la parola.&lt;br /&gt;11:48 Il pastore Rick Warren (Saddleback Church) prende la parola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-6872887013988614419?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/6872887013988614419/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/1143-il-presidente-eletto-obama-prende.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/6872887013988614419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/6872887013988614419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/1143-il-presidente-eletto-obama-prende.html' title='11:43 Il presidente eletto Obama prende posto'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-6825770632269619250</id><published>2009-01-20T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:03:33.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Società'/><title type='text'>Ore 11:00 Bush e Obama arrivano a Capitol Hill</title><content type='html'>Ci siamo. Rullo di tamburi. Il mondo con il fiato sospeso: è arrivato il momento tanto atteso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Il vestito scelto dalla moglie di Obama è di una stilista cubana: sarà un caso?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-6825770632269619250?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/6825770632269619250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/ore-1100-bush-e-obama-arrivano-capitol.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/6825770632269619250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/6825770632269619250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/ore-1100-bush-e-obama-arrivano-capitol.html' title='Ore 11:00 Bush e Obama arrivano a Capitol Hill'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-6858241717478204617</id><published>2009-01-20T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:00:52.576+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Società'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libri'/><title type='text'>Chi è su può, chi è giù deve</title><content type='html'>Questa mattina ospite del caffè di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corradino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mineo&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rai&lt;/span&gt; Tre e poi su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internetional&lt;/span&gt;) c'era &lt;a href="http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/IntervistaInterna?id_int=2272"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gherardo&lt;/span&gt; Colombo&lt;/a&gt;. Illuminante. Presentava il suo libro pubblicato da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Feltrinelli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaLibro?id_volume=5000990"&gt;Sulle Regole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Notava come nel modello di società in cui viviamo - verticale - più su si sale nella gerarchia e più si può ovvero meno si è legati al rispetto delle regole. Più si scende nella gerarchia e più si deve ovvero le regole sono stringenti. A cominciare dai tornelli. Non è un caso che abbia fatto scalpore che anche alla Camera - cuore del potere - siano stati installati tornelli. E' paradossale. In definitiva significa che chi fa le regole è poi il primo a non rispettarle. Come corollario - riflettevo - significa che cercare di sottrarsi alle regole, a tutti i livelli della scala sociale, diventa sinonimo di potere, anche minimo. Così accade che è tutto un volere regole, ma per gli altri. Buffo no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaLibro?id_volume=5000990"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaLibro?id_volume=5000990"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaLibro?id_volume=5000990"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-6858241717478204617?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/6858241717478204617/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/chi-su-pu-chi-gi-deve.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/6858241717478204617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/6858241717478204617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/chi-su-pu-chi-gi-deve.html' title='Chi è su può, chi è giù deve'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305507544129505470.post-7337500529444397874</id><published>2009-01-19T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:36:22.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Si riparte</title><content type='html'>Un benvenuto a chi si è trasferito con me a questo indirizzo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305507544129505470-7337500529444397874?l=bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/feeds/7337500529444397874/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/si-riparte.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/7337500529444397874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305507544129505470/posts/default/7337500529444397874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bisognodiscrivere.blogspot.com/2009/01/si-riparte.html' title='Si riparte'/><author><name>LAURA DEL VECCHIO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04086777122247577572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f3iKkIXdec/S-xgUcNLMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ejxZhxJcyZU/S220/laura+monte+rosa+cascata.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
