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		<description>Avevo proprio bisogno di ridere cosí....</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/052001.php#comments</comments>
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		<description>Nelle cuffie nuova musica, nella mente irrisorie e confuse domande alle quali il cervello si rifiuta di rispondere. Nella pelle profumo di mare. Nel cuore, spine che piano piano smussano gli angoli e si trasformano in carezze. Sulla punta delle mani ...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051502.php#comments</comments>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080516102234-media-1585274.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080516102234-media-1585274.jpg" /><div><strong><em><span style="color: #000000;">Nelle cuffie nuova musica, nella mente irrisorie e confuse domande alle quali il cervello si rifiuta di rispondere. Nella pelle profumo di mare. Nel cuore, spine che piano piano smussano gli angoli e si trasformano in carezze. Sulla punta delle mani il tatto di un batuffolo di bambagia. Tra le dita dei piedi sabbia che scivola via e si nasconde. Lungo la schiena un brivido. Sulla lingua liquido che evapora lentamente. Piano. Un piano che suona. In scena. Si apre il sipario. Dietro la tenda rossa, adagiato su una sedia un sax. Aspetta il suo musicante. Come sempre. Nella sala sguardi imbarazzati. Occhi stupiti. Bocche che sbadigliano e menti girovaghe. Aspettano. Eterna attesa. É musica. Finalmente. Le timide note  si annidano tra gli spettatori, ne sfiorano l&amp;rsquo;anima e si adagiano proprio lí. Nelle vene scorre lo stesso sangue di sempre, solo piú vivo. Piú rosso. Piú caldo. Una porta si apre e una scia di luce illumina la scena. Sembra che lo spettacolo sia finito ma gli strumenti sono impazziti e continuano a suonare imperterriti. Nessuno piú li puó fermare. Parlano tra loro. Litigano. Fanno la pace, fanno l&amp;rsquo;amore, dormono, si risvegliano e continuano a suonare. Fuori piove. Un temporale estivo. Indiscutibile e insostituibile odore che lascia la pioggia. Sulla terra bagnata. Il teatro é oramai vuoto.¨Il sax é ancora li. Adagiato. Che aspetta. E nel frattempo ha suonato il pezzo piú bello che abbia mai sentito.</span></em></strong></div>	
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<title>Do you ever look around and find what is yet to be found?</title>
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		<description>Do you ever look aroundturn your ear to the groundshow your face to the skyon a night when the skies echoe soundsfrom inside of your mindon the stage that you shonewhere the sun did become youand move with your thoughtsthrough the sighs and the scene...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051501-do-you-ever-look-around-and-find-what-is-yet-to-be-found-.php#comments</comments>
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<category>HappySongsForHappyPeople</category>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080515130052-note.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080515130052-note.jpg" /><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Do you ever look around</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>turn your ear to the ground</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>show your face to the sky</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>on a night when the skies echoe sounds</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>from inside of your mind</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>on the stage that you shone</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>where the sun did become you</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and move with your thoughts</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>through the sighs and the scenes</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>of the worlds you have seen</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and the sights that have been</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>your reflection in shadows and dreams?</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>- your reflection in shadows and dreams</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong> </strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Did you ever see a man</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>who did walk down the street</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>white robe with no shoes on his feet</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and on top of his head place a box with two slits</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and the sign from his neck said</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>‘I do not exist’</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>or a woman who could not remember her name</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>did stutter and stutter</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>again and again</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and saw you and called you her son</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>her eyes said</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>‘my being is gone</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>but still I’m not dead’?</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong> </strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong></strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Have you ever seen a sound</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>have you listened to an image</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>have you ever touched a thought</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>have you ever tasted nothing</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>have you ever told a lie</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>that was true more than truth</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>because truth it had lied</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>all its life when it spoke to you?</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>And what did it say</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>it is that it is this</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>this goes here here is there</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>it is not yes it is</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>it was dulling your senses</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>your eyes they were bound</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>have you ever my friends</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>been looking around?</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong> </strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>And the other replies</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>with a wave of a hand</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>I am already here</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>in this promised land</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>but not by a god and not by a king</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and not by a spirit</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>deep from within</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>I am here</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>because a miracle’s a whim</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>it’s a flash of glory</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>it’s an empty tin</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and maybe might lets you in</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>not to save you</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>but to keep on looking-</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></strong></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Have you ever</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>been so happy that you’re sad?</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>that the lights turn to stars</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and the stars become eyes</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and hello’s are goodbye’s</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and the laughs are the sigh’s</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and the show disappears with the note</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>‘until next time’</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong> </strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Long live living</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>if living can be this</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong></strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Long live living</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>if living can be this</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong></strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Long live living</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>if living can be this</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong></strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Long live living</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>if living can be this</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong> </strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Do you ever look around</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>turn your ear to the ground</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>show your face to the sky</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>on a night when the skies echoe sounds</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>from inside of your mind</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>on the stage that you shone</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>where the sun did become you</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and move with your thoughts</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>through the sighs and the scenes</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>of the worlds you have seen</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>and the sights that have been</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>your reflection in shadows and dreams</strong></span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="color: #333300;"><strong>Do you ever look around</strong></span></span></pre><pre><span style="color: #333300;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and find what is yet to be found?</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></strong></span></pre><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small; color: #333300; font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong> </strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="font-size: small; color: #333300; font-family: Times New Roman;">Cat Empire-Miserere</span></strong></span></p></span></pre>	
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<title>A SigHt TO bEhOLD</title>
	<link>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051401-a-sight-to-behold.php</link>
		<description>It's a sight to behold When you've got some old words to mold And you can make 'em your own Still love it would be much better Love it would be much better I'm told It's like golden corn And I love its golden glow It's the little head inside your lit...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051401-a-sight-to-behold.php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 18:49:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>HappySongsForHappyPeople</category>
<guid>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051401-a-sight-to-behold.php</guid>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080514184918-180px-the-effects-of-magnetism.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080514184918-180px-the-effects-of-magnetism.jpg" /><p><span style="color: #800080;"><strong>It's a sight to behold <br />When you've got some old words to mold <br />And you can make 'em your own <br /><br />Still love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br />I'm told <br /><br />It's like golden corn <br />And I love its golden glow <br />It's the little head inside your little hole <br />And out spring some sparkling thoughts <br /><br />Still love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br /><br />It's like finding hope <br />In an old folk song <br />That you've never ever heard <br />Still you know every word <br />And for sure you can sing along <br /><br />But love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br />Love it would be much better <br />I know, I know</strong></span></p><p><strong>Devendra Banhart - </strong><em><strong>Rejoicing in the Hands</strong> </em></p>	
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<title>Gaia and the colonization of Mars.</title>
	<link>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051301-gaia-and-the-colonization-of-mars..php</link>
		<description>The Gaia hypothesis states that the atmosphere, hydrosphere, surface sediments, and life on Earth behave dynamically as a single integrated physiological system. What has been traditionally viewed as the passive environment is a highly active, integr...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051301-gaia-and-the-colonization-of-mars..php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 17:39:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>Varie ed Eventuali</category>
<guid>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/051301-gaia-and-the-colonization-of-mars..php</guid>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080513173905-800px-earth-mars-comparison.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080513173905-800px-earth-mars-comparison.jpg" /><p class="abstract"><span style="color: #008080;"><strong>The Gaia hypothesis states that the atmosphere, hydrosphere, surface sediments, and life on Earth behave dynamically as a single integrated physiological system. What has been traditionally viewed as the passive environment is a highly active, integral part of the gaian system. Aspects of the surface temperature and chemistry are regulated by the sum of life, the biota. Formulated first by James E. Lovelock, in the late 1960s, the Gaia hypothesis has been in the scientific literature for more than 25 years. Because of its properties of exponential growth and propagation, life is a powerful geologic force. A useful aspect of the Gaia idea is that it requires integration of scientific disciplines for the study of Earth. The recently touted Earth system science is broadly parallel with the gaian concept of the physiochemical regulation of Earth's surface. We discuss here, in a gaian context, the colonization of Mars by Earth organisms. Although colonizing Mars may be impossible, its accomplishment would be exactly equivalent to "the reproduction of Gaia by budding."</strong></span></p><p class="abstract">Margulis L, West O. 1993</p>	
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<title>ReLATiviSmO EsisTENZiaLe</title>
	<link>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/050901-relativismo-esistenziale.php</link>
		<description>Perché poi la corda si spezza e nel momento in cui i fili cedono ti senti all&amp;rsquo;improvviso piú leggero. Come quando fuori piove e senti il profumo della pioggia. Come un bimbo che vede il mare per la prima volta nella sua vita e si ...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/050901-relativismo-esistenziale.php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Fri,  9 May 2008 17:05:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>Spirali</category>
<guid>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/050901-relativismo-esistenziale.php</guid>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080513180034-strade.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080513180034-strade.jpg" /><p><strong><em><span style="color: #333399; background-color: #ffffff;">Perché poi la corda si spezza e nel momento in cui i fili cedono ti senti all&amp;rsquo;improvviso piú leggero. Come quando fuori piove e senti il profumo della pioggia. Come un bimbo che vede il mare per la prima volta nella sua vita e si chiede dove finisce l&amp;rsquo;acqua..o dove va la musica quando uno strumento ha smesso di suonare. O cosí sembra. Salutami il cielo che vedi lassú, mentre cerchi di raggiungere la tua meta, quando il tuo piede avrá accertato l&amp;rsquo;appoggio e salirai ancora piú sú. Si lo so che non cadi. Qualche giorno fa, il tuo odore ha bussato alla porta delle narici del mio naso. Lo giuro. Era il tuo. Inconfondibile. Non saprei come descriverlo. Gli odori si insinuano dentro te e si fermano li per sempre fino a che quasi per magia, ritornano repentinamente e senza alcun preavviso, a inebriarti della loro essenza. E tanti ricordi fanno capolino. Come quell&amp;rsquo;abbraccio. Grazie, ancora una volta. Infinitamente grazie. Relativismo esistenziale. Empatia. Linee rette che si tramutano in figure geometriche ancora da scoprire e ti ritrovi a camminare in modo obliquo sulla pista d&amp;rsquo;atterraggio che non c&amp;rsquo;é. Quanti angoli da scoprire. Quante immagini da scolpire. Quanti frammenti da ricomporre. Quanta vita negli occhi. Brinderó stasera, alle strade che si incrociano. E a quelle che portano lontano...</span></em></strong></p>	
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<title>HaiKU</title>
	<link>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/050601-haiku.php</link>
		<description>"Hay una solaaspirina del almay es el amor" Mario Benedetti...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/050601-haiku.php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Tue,  6 May 2008 09:45:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>Spore</category>
<guid>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/050601-haiku.php</guid>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080506094544-haiku.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080506094544-haiku.jpg" /><p><span style="font-size: x-large; color: #800000;"><strong>"Hay una sola</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large; color: #800000;"><strong>aspirina del alma</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large; color: #800000;"><strong>y es el amor"</strong></span></p><p> </p><p><strong>Mario Benedetti</strong></p>	
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	<link>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/042504.php</link>
		<description>  UnA MeTeOrA dI BeLLeZza...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/042504.php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 00:17:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>Spirali</category>
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<title>It's HalF pAsT nInE anD TimE tO LeaVE</title>
	<link>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/042503-it-s-half-past-nine-and-time-to-leave.php</link>
		<description>With a smell of leaves here&amp;rsquo;s her voice yelling "Can you wait?" from the other room.Dancing on the electric wires my eyes have brushed the skyline.It&amp;rsquo;s half past nine and time to leave.I can&amp;rsquo;t remember summer days.But I&amp;rsquo;m not ...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/042503-it-s-half-past-nine-and-time-to-leave.php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 00:11:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>HappySongsForHappyPeople</category>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[	 <img src="http://mannecca.blogia.com/upload/20080425001139-uvmms.jpg"  class="left" alt="20080425001139-uvmms.jpg" /><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>With a smell of leaves here&amp;rsquo;s her voice yelling </strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>"Can you wait?" from the other room.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>Dancing on the electric wires my eyes have brushed the skyline.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>It&amp;rsquo;s half past nine and time to leave.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>I can&amp;rsquo;t remember summer days.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>But I&amp;rsquo;m not scared. I guess I was always sleeping while she was padding lies on my shirts. </strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>I close my eyes and I see white windmills. I swear I&amp;rsquo;m sober.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>It&amp;rsquo;s half past nine and time to leave, when was the last time we went out?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>How did she feel?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>I guess I was always sleeping.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong>A door slams and it seems I&amp;rsquo;ve been through this before.</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #003300;">Sever-UVMMS</span></strong></p>	
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		<description>PRegUNtaS y AfIRmAcIOnEs SiN sEnTidO ...</description><comments>http://mannecca.blogia.com/2008/042305.php#comments</comments>
	<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:29:00 -0500</pubDate>
<category>Varie ed Eventuali</category>
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