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type='text'>coscienza sporca</title><subtitle type='html'>Daria Bignardi è nuda e ascolta musica brasiliana.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>502</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-33433636049641291</id><published>2012-01-02T12:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:20:24.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcuzzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traduzione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neymar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ai Se Eu Te Pego'/><title type='text'>Fate finta che sia ancora il 31 dicembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hvecfjk83aM" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Un cronico ritardo mi ha impedito di farlo prima, ma spero di essere ancora in tempo per le prossime festine.&lt;br /&gt;Ancora non conoscete passi e mossette dell’ultimo successo planetario "produzido no Brasil"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;La storia è nota. La canzone aveva tutti gli ingredienti per diventare un tormentone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Un biondo cantante occhioazzurro dotato.&lt;br /&gt;Un genere musicale –la musica sertaneja-&amp;nbsp; al top del successo in brasile e che attendeva una hit da esportazione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Un acceleratore di notorietà innestato da youtube con la coreografica interpretazione del fenomeno calcistico del momento, il mohicanuto &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mW59uD0G8yU"&gt;Neymar&lt;/a&gt;, a cui si sono aggiunti poi ballerini, non certo di seconda fila, come Cristiano Ronaldo e Pato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lo stesso Michel Telò l’aveva pensata bene fin dal video, credo autoprodotto, riempendo il teatrino di fanciulle in ottima salute, ancora indecise tra la via del perdizione o quella della redenzione. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WC7tzEi7D3o" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Detto di Neymar&amp;amp;Co, sceglietevi l’insegnante di danza che preferite. Le alternative non mancano. Come antidoto al gonfiore post natalizio, in abbinamento al bifidus, la lezione casalinga della Marcuzzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XTor--9JgnE" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Il tutorial italiano mette in tacchi, scalzando i boots-sordina della Marcuzzi, e adottando una mimica ancor più esplicita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oSOx7hfthKI" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non manca una versione grafica, per gli amanti delle schematizzazioni. E se proprio non vuoi perderti testo e traduzione, clicca &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFQTPV0z-z0"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YBWnXu-TQCA" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da qui alla prossima estate non mancheranno le occasioni in cui esibirsi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intanto buon inizio a tutti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-33433636049641291?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/33433636049641291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=33433636049641291' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/33433636049641291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/33433636049641291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2012/01/fate-finta-che-sia-ancora-il-31.html' title='Fate finta che sia ancora il 31 dicembre'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hvecfjk83aM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8097532902567783200</id><published>2011-12-13T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:33:44.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La ascolto e la riascolto e non mi molla: Tudo doi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R1XAsSAvKwc" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal e Caetano ne parlano &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjeH3-RxSsE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8097532902567783200?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8097532902567783200/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8097532902567783200' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8097532902567783200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8097532902567783200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-ascolto-e-la-riascolto-e-non-mi.html' title='La ascolto e la riascolto e non mi molla: Tudo doi.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R1XAsSAvKwc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2476357576696678231</id><published>2011-12-10T19:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:38:49.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Io suono con gli Skank. E tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TEsg88mP6bs" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meglio tardi che mai, ad un anno dalla sua creazione, mi accorgo dell’esistenza di questo progetto che ha pure a vinto un leoncino d’oro al festival della pubblicità di Cannes... Sarà che non seguo gli Skank e che alla pubblicità sono ancora in prestito (sebbene da lungo tempo), di fatto sono arrivato alla notizia solo scorrendo l’elenco dei vincitori dei Grammy latini 2011. La cosa però è curiosa, immagino originale (qualcuno ha visto qualcos’altro di simile?) e almeno per un po’ divertente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vengo al dunque. Sei un fan degli Skank? Canti o suoni qualche cosa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ti piacerebbe partecipare al video di “De Repente”? Bene usando la piattaforma &lt;a href="http://skankplay.com/"&gt;skankplay.com&lt;/a&gt; puoi essere uno dei 4 strumenti o una delle 2 voci del brano, oppure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;puoi divertirti con le registrazioni già disponibili, mettere insieme il tuo gruppo e montare il tuo video. Più facile a farsi che a dirsi. Date un’occhiata. Se la canzone fosse pure bella (ma non è nemmeno brutta) sarebbe proprio una figata, ma insomma accontentiamoci. Ah &lt;a href="http://skankplay.com/play/48303"&gt;questa&lt;/a&gt; una delle band che ho messo insieme io...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2476357576696678231?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2476357576696678231/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2476357576696678231' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2476357576696678231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2476357576696678231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/12/io-suono-con-gli-skank.html' title='Io suono con gli Skank. E tu?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TEsg88mP6bs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-9125780674533773002</id><published>2011-12-07T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:02:21.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ve l'avevo detto di investire su Giselle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9cCZ9F0k9g/Tt-pLC4O2HI/AAAAAAAABdU/J_Y86qo-s9Q/s1600/Immagine+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9cCZ9F0k9g/Tt-pLC4O2HI/AAAAAAAABdU/J_Y86qo-s9Q/s400/Immagine+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando gli ultimi 4 anni, le aziende che hanno investito su Gisele fanno il +41%, Wall Street il -4%. Devo aggiungere altro a quanto leggete e vedete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... per gli appassionati di Bloomberg e quelle cose lì, l'immancabile grafichetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtvPhs3oX4/Tt-pWmac15I/AAAAAAAABdc/QitUGUA1MhU/s1600/GiseleVDowStockerblogDotCom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtvPhs3oX4/Tt-pWmac15I/AAAAAAAABdc/QitUGUA1MhU/s200/GiseleVDowStockerblogDotCom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-9125780674533773002?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/9125780674533773002/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=9125780674533773002' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/9125780674533773002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/9125780674533773002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/12/ve-lavevo-detto-di-investire-su-giselle.html' title='Ve l&apos;avevo detto di investire su Giselle....'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9cCZ9F0k9g/Tt-pLC4O2HI/AAAAAAAABdU/J_Y86qo-s9Q/s72-c/Immagine+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2313194773322132486</id><published>2011-12-07T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:50:59.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipo Pegoraro: come fai a non ascoltarlo con un cognome così "nostrano"...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xa5U3RY9HYU" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2313194773322132486?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2313194773322132486/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2313194773322132486' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2313194773322132486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2313194773322132486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pipo-pegoraro-come-fai-non-ascoltarlo.html' title='Pipo Pegoraro: come fai a non ascoltarlo con un cognome così &quot;nostrano&quot;...?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xa5U3RY9HYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2875000387006092077</id><published>2011-12-05T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:11:32.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ave Gal! (un assaggio del nuovo album)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4thfs9X2Z7k" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domani, 6 dicembre, esce &lt;i&gt;Recanto&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;nuovo disco di &lt;a href="http://www.galcosta.com.br/"&gt;Gal Costa&lt;/a&gt; con undici canzoni di Caetano Veloso.&lt;br /&gt;E tutto era iniziato &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domingo_(Caetano_Veloso_e_Gal_Costa)"&gt;così&lt;/a&gt;, 44 anni fa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wahK_MBI2hY" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2875000387006092077?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2875000387006092077/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2875000387006092077' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2875000387006092077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2875000387006092077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/12/ave-gal-un-assaggio-del-nuovo-album.html' title='Ave Gal! 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&lt;/object&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/valerialobao/chamada"&gt;CHAMADA (Raphael Gemal / Ricardo Szpilman)&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/valerialobao"&gt;valerialobao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4447279223667142164?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4447279223667142164/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4447279223667142164' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4447279223667142164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4447279223667142164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/12/valeria-lobao-chamada-2011.html' title='Valéria Lobão - Chamada (2011)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7593095330878438739</id><published>2011-12-04T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:57:38.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nenhum jogador abandona o futebol, é o futebol que abandona o jogador" Sócrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Sócrates'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GP2oCr132u4/TtvCWBHQvZI/AAAAAAAABdM/1sPQBsgK9eE/s72-c/Immagine+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3406821375596775974</id><published>2011-11-29T08:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:48:29.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un tunnel per ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLqUtKFCdyI/TtSOEjkTvzI/AAAAAAAABdE/I76KnRh7Pgw/s1600/Immagine+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLqUtKFCdyI/TtSOEjkTvzI/AAAAAAAABdE/I76KnRh7Pgw/s200/Immagine+1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dopo il &lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/11/paz-e-futebol.html"&gt;tunnel di Ronaldinho&lt;/a&gt; (per non dire del tunnel Gelmini), tocca parlare del “&lt;a href="http://www.tgcom24.mediaset.it/politica/articoli/1029237/il-vertice-segreto-tra-monti-e-i-tre-leader-trovata-lintesa-sui-sottosegretari.shtml"&gt;patto del tunnel&lt;/a&gt;”, di cui forse avete letto o sentito in questi giorni. Fossimo sulla pagina interattiva di Sky TG vi chiederebbero: "e voi fareste costruire un tunnel segreto per collegare casa vostra a ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8d871bb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3406821375596775974?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3406821375596775974/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3406821375596775974' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3406821375596775974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3406821375596775974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/11/un-tunnel-per.html' title='Un tunnel per ...'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLqUtKFCdyI/TtSOEjkTvzI/AAAAAAAABdE/I76KnRh7Pgw/s72-c/Immagine+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3356053639057291851</id><published>2011-11-24T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:00:16.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subbuteopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Anticipazione dal documentario sul Subbuteo, il leggendario gioco del calcio da tavolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;subject &amp;amp; script: Enrico Fontanelli &amp;amp; Pierr Nosari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17396763?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17396763"&gt;Subbuteopia - teaser 00&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/societasintetica"&gt;L@SocietàSintetica&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3356053639057291851?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3356053639057291851/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3356053639057291851' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3356053639057291851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3356053639057291851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/11/subbuteopia.html' title='Subbuteopia'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7386297315175797513</id><published>2011-11-20T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T09:32:30.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz e Futebol</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/10Ejrz-tVVU" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bella l’idea di Ronaldinho. Dopo essersi comprato la prima discoteca che incontrava uscendo da casa, ha chiesto l’autorizzazione (sembra, al momento, non concessa) per un tunnel sotterraneo che colleghi casa e discoteca. Ronnie insomma è pienamente e felicemente non-fuori dal tunnel. Buon per lui. In fondo il richiamo al mondo del calcio, o almeno al suo dizionario c’è tutto: il tunnel da cui i giocatori fanno il loro ingresso in campo o all’interno del quale si spintonano a partita conclusa e la giocata con cui proprio i giocatori alla Ronaldinho fanno passare la palla tra le gambe dell’avversario. Gustiamocene un paio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z29htWUFQjI" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7386297315175797513?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7386297315175797513/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7386297315175797513' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7386297315175797513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7386297315175797513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/11/paz-e-futebol.html' title='Paz e Futebol'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/10Ejrz-tVVU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8337813088697813196</id><published>2011-10-31T09:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:19:52.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il nuovo di Marisa Monte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Incredibilmente puntuale, nonostante il recente cambio d’ora e l’effetto mini jet lag, do notizia dell’odierna uscita dell’ultimo album di &lt;a href="http://www.marisamonte.com.br/"&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/a&gt;, il n.8 da solista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;14 pezzi, nuovi o storici, come questa &lt;i&gt;O que você quer saber de verdade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;che dà titolo al disco, scritta alcuni anni fa con Arnaldo Antunes e Carlinhos Brown.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Immagino che dietro il video ci sia la mano di &lt;a href="http://www.giovannibianco.com/"&gt;Giovanni Bianc&lt;/a&gt;o, art director legato a grandi nomi della moda e della musica, che firma la copertina del disco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v1sigYjNQFA" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Qui sotto, invece, la versone di Arnaldo da &lt;i&gt;Qualquer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; (2006)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2d07c3c"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"quality="high" width="353"height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8337813088697813196?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8337813088697813196/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8337813088697813196' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8337813088697813196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8337813088697813196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/10/il-nuovo-di-marisa-monte.html' title='Il nuovo di Marisa Monte'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v1sigYjNQFA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6481743759032802199</id><published>2011-10-27T21:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:10:10.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nave - Vou te Pentear</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3GR-ekgxcoo" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6481743759032802199?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6481743759032802199/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6481743759032802199' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6481743759032802199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6481743759032802199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/10/nave-vou-te-pentear.html' title='A Nave - Vou te Pentear'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3GR-ekgxcoo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3494816081840797759</id><published>2011-10-20T19:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:09:51.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenine "Chão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqKVYpM3VXw/TqBVOgWgtTI/AAAAAAAABbk/gJ-iTGx6khM/s1600/Cha%25CC%2583o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqKVYpM3VXw/TqBVOgWgtTI/AAAAAAAABbk/gJ-iTGx6khM/s200/Cha%25CC%2583o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBn1iXeZQ7E/TqBU1G6638I/AAAAAAAABbc/5IzsYkhWf00/s1600/IMGP9772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBn1iXeZQ7E/TqBU1G6638I/AAAAAAAABbc/5IzsYkhWf00/s200/IMGP9772.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il disco è uscito giusto ieri come ricorda l'immagine del calendario da un incomprensibile blog giapponese dedicato alla musica brasiliana (le foto, fortunatamente, parlano da sole). Come quella della copertina del disco: tra le braccia di nonno Lenine dorme tranquillo il nipotino Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F25853428&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F25853428&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/bruno-giorgi/lenine-ch-o"&gt;Lenine - Chão (2011)&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/bruno-giorgi"&gt;bruno-giorgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3494816081840797759?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3494816081840797759/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3494816081840797759' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3494816081840797759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3494816081840797759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/10/lenine-chao.html' title='Lenine &quot;Chão&quot;'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqKVYpM3VXw/TqBVOgWgtTI/AAAAAAAABbk/gJ-iTGx6khM/s72-c/Cha%25CC%2583o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3594352078329974019</id><published>2011-08-25T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:47:25.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>500</title><content type='html'>Per tanti giorni, crogiolandomi nelle migliaia di contatti generati dalla traduzione di Shimbalaiè, ho pensato a come omaggiare i lettori del blog in occasione del 500 post.&lt;br /&gt;Per fortuna dopo tanti anni e dopo splendide letture Chico ci propone &lt;a href="http://musibrasil.net/2011/07/chico-buarque-chico-2011/"&gt;un nuovo album&lt;/a&gt; in puro stile Chico. Grazie per la pazienza di chi, passando in questi mesi per il post, non ha potuto soddisfare la voglia di qualche nuovo ascolto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Se eu Soubesse"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Participação especial : Thais Gulin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M7Ej1bSIMzs" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3594352078329974019?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3594352078329974019/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3594352078329974019' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3594352078329974019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3594352078329974019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/08/500.html' title='500'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M7Ej1bSIMzs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7874912027908758676</id><published>2011-06-10T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:05:10.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>João 80</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1Or52BCW8M/TfIydrk_8xI/AAAAAAAABbY/YEGiHfLpRlc/s1600/1dsxwcknjhr0dx2m7ohu57gcy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1Or52BCW8M/TfIydrk_8xI/AAAAAAAABbY/YEGiHfLpRlc/s200/1dsxwcknjhr0dx2m7ohu57gcy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al volo, due parole, ma non posso saltare un evento così. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Auguri João: un nome, una leggenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7874912027908758676?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7874912027908758676/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7874912027908758676' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7874912027908758676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7874912027908758676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/06/joao-80.html' title='João 80'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1Or52BCW8M/TfIydrk_8xI/AAAAAAAABbY/YEGiHfLpRlc/s72-c/1dsxwcknjhr0dx2m7ohu57gcy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2899976974619641739</id><published>2011-06-06T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:38:48.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leopold von Sacher-Masoch</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuL-0lRJJM/Te0srdO0hfI/AAAAAAAABbU/Y2StM_7qKmc/s1600/caffettiera-x-masochisti.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuL-0lRJJM/Te0srdO0hfI/AAAAAAAABbU/Y2StM_7qKmc/s200/caffettiera-x-masochisti.png" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Della serie le sconfitte uniscono, &lt;a href="http://www.corriereweb.net/ultimora/news/5342-polemiche-bersani-vendola-la-solita-sinistra-masochista.html"&gt;le vittorie dividono&lt;/a&gt; (giusto all’opposto di quella che dovrebbe essere la regola).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2899976974619641739?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2899976974619641739/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2899976974619641739' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2899976974619641739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2899976974619641739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/06/leopold-von-sacher-masoch.html' title='Leopold von Sacher-Masoch'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuL-0lRJJM/Te0srdO0hfI/AAAAAAAABbU/Y2StM_7qKmc/s72-c/caffettiera-x-masochisti.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1019052288282458140</id><published>2011-06-05T10:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:14:39.727+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shimbalaiè traduzione italiana &quot;cantante brasiliana del momento&quot;'/><title type='text'>Shimbalaiè, finalmente la traduzione italiana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(Questa volta ho fatto anche un titolo che funziona su google, come dovrebbe essere).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Ho scoperto perché in tanti arrivano ultimamente sul blog cercando la traduzione di Shimbalaiè di Maria Gadù (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ej4JIfoWW18&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt; dal vivo) quando m’è capitato di ascoltarla trasmessa da radio deejay, prima nel programma di Fabio Volo, poi in quello di Linus e Nicola. Qui Maria Gadù, per forza di cose non è una novità, ma fa piacere lo sia per una radio dai grandi ascolti. Che possa essere tra i tormentoni estivi non mi dispiacerebbe affatto, magari a replicare quel grande successo che fu &lt;i&gt;Ja sei namorar &lt;/i&gt;dei&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Tribalistas&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ah... per la traduzione, nessuna fatica, visto che qualcuno ci aveva già pensato (grazie &lt;a href="http://gianzinho-culturabrasil.blogspot.com/2011/05/caetano-veloso-e-maria-gadu-insieme-in.html"&gt;Cultura Brasil&lt;/a&gt;). Il testo non è impossibile e penso che, chi ne abbia voglia, possa impararla e cantarla anche in portoghese, magari in spiaggia davanti ad un falò. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shimbalaiè è una parola dai connotati religiosi di origine africana. In genere è una richiesta di protezione e buon auspicio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0d8b8e7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê*, quando vejo o sol beijando o mar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, quando vedo il sole baciare il mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, toda vez que ele vai repousar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, tutte le volte che va a riposare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natureza deusa do viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Natura dea del vivere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A beleza pura do nascer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;La pura bellezza del nascere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma flor brilhando à luz do sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Un fiore riflette la luce del sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pescador entre o mar e o anzol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Il pescatore tra il mare e l'amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensamento tão livre quanto o céu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pensiero tanto libero quanto il cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagino um barco de papel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Immagino una barca di carta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indo embora pra não mais voltar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Andando via per non tornare più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tendo como guia Iemanjá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Avendo come guida &lt;a href="http://www.musibrasilnet.it/orixas/iemanja.htm"&gt;Iemanja &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, quando vejo o sol beijando o mar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, quando vedo il sole baciare il mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, toda vez que ele vai repousar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè,tutte le volte che va a riposare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto tempo leva pra aprender&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quanto tempo va via per imparare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que uma flor tem vida ao nascer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Che un fiore ha vita nel nascere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa flor brilhando à luz do sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Questo fiore riflettendo la luce del sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pescador entre o mar e o anzol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pescatore tra il mare e l'amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, quando vejo o sol beijando o mar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, quando vedo il sole baciare il mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, toda vez que ele vai repousar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, tutte le volte che va a riposare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser capitã desse mundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Essere capitano di questo mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poder rodar sem fronteiras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poter correre senza frontiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viver um ano em segundos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Vivere un anno in un secondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não achar sonhos besteira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Non ritenere i sogni futili &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me encantar com um livro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Incantarmi con un libro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que fale sobre vaidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Che parli di vanità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando mentir for preciso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quanto mentire sarà necessario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poder falar a verdade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poter dire la verità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, quando vejo o sol beijando o mar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, quando vedo il sole baciare il mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shimbalaiê, toda vez que ele vai repousar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shimbalaiè, tutte le volte che va a riposare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: TrebuchetMS-Italic; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1019052288282458140?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1019052288282458140/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1019052288282458140' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1019052288282458140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1019052288282458140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/06/shimbalaie-finalmente-la-traduzione.html' title='Shimbalaiè, finalmente la traduzione italiana.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7545189226442457266</id><published>2011-06-02T13:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:59:34.411+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A banda mais bonita da cidade_ Oração'/><title type='text'>4.363.523 in questo preciso momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Non posso esimermi dal postare il &lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it/spettacoli/11_maggio_23/canzone-estate-burchia_d5290714-8510-11e0-80e3-cc32f5990b02.shtml"&gt;fenomeno brasiliano del momento&lt;/a&gt;, invero più virale che musicale. Manca solo che alla fine qualcuno stappi una coca cola!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A banda mais bonita da cidade_ Oração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QW0i1U4u0KE" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7545189226442457266?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7545189226442457266/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7545189226442457266' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7545189226442457266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7545189226442457266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/06/4363523-in-questo-preciso-momento.html' title='4.363.523 in questo preciso momento'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QW0i1U4u0KE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6155547093147681241</id><published>2011-06-02T07:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:34:23.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 giugno, tradizionale parata militare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZR-_LIE60I/TecgrbJaggI/AAAAAAAABbA/xlr8kz0tZBM/s1600/balloon-tank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZR-_LIE60I/TecgrbJaggI/AAAAAAAABbA/xlr8kz0tZBM/s320/balloon-tank.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6155547093147681241?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6155547093147681241/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6155547093147681241' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6155547093147681241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6155547093147681241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-giugno-tradizionale-parata-militare.html' title='2 giugno, tradizionale parata militare'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZR-_LIE60I/TecgrbJaggI/AAAAAAAABbA/xlr8kz0tZBM/s72-c/balloon-tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-326936894329155323</id><published>2011-05-31T23:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:28:24.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Partite Iva Rosse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p98WTc6MHtI/TeVZ3dktE1I/AAAAAAAABa8/kdcgq3IXuNI/s1600/PopoloPartiteIva.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="35" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p98WTc6MHtI/TeVZ3dktE1I/AAAAAAAABa8/kdcgq3IXuNI/s320/PopoloPartiteIva.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dovrei aprire una discussione seria, ma in tutta sincerità non ne ho voglia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eppure ho sempre immaginato che, se dovessi inaugurare un nuovo blog, lo dedicherei o allo sci di fondo o alle questioni del lavoro. Perfettamente coerente no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taglio corto. Lo dico da anni, perchè da anni conosco la situazione dei cosiddetti lavoratori autonomi, sempre meno indipendenti per scelta e sempre di più per necessità.&amp;nbsp;Senza tema di smentite la categoria meno tutelata e più vessata, specie dopo l’introduzione della gestione pensionistica separata, la più grande truffa dello Stato nei confronti dei suoi sudditi. Potremmo anche entrare nei dettagli tecnici, nei numeri che parlano chiaro e che sono (sotto tutti gli aspetti) peggiorativi rispetto a qualsiasi altra forma o categoria di lavoro, perdenti anche nel confronto delle forme private di tutela e previdenza. Ma l’attualità mi offre uno spunto davvero illuminante. Solo poco tempo fa, diciamo al tempo degli ultimi grandi esploit della Lega (politiche 2008 ed amministrative 2010) abbiamo scoperto che una fetta consistente del voto delle fabbriche era andato al carroccio, e tutti a chiedersi perchè e cosa fare. Adesso scopriamo che al successo dell’"estrema sinistra" pisapiana ha (o se preferite avrebbe) contribuito anche il voto del lavoro autonomo, che specie a Milano conta anche per i numeri. Voto che, per totale ignoranza della reale situazione, ci si aspetterebbe a destra ed invece è andato giusto all’opposto, mica al terzo polo. Operai leghisti ed automoni di estrema sinistra: c’è da pensare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dopo anni di silenzio (quante volte avete sentito parlare di questo in tv o vi hanno parlato solo di Berlusconi? sapete in quanti siamo? milioni di persone e mica facciamo tutti i copywriter come me, ma pure i muratori, muratori con la partita iva!) ora si è aperta una piccola breccia. Intanto la visibilità, poi forse la considerazione: anche se credo i tempi siano ancora molto, troppo lontani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ne parla chiaramente &lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it/politica/speciali/2011/elezioni-amministrative-ballottaggi/notizie/31-maggio-la-svolta-laburista-delle-partite-iva-dario-di-vico_0660c40a-8b5d-11e0-93d0-5db6d859c804.shtml"&gt;questo articolo sul Corriere&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #464646; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-326936894329155323?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/326936894329155323/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=326936894329155323' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/326936894329155323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/326936894329155323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/05/partite-iva-rosse.html' title='Partite Iva Rosse'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p98WTc6MHtI/TeVZ3dktE1I/AAAAAAAABa8/kdcgq3IXuNI/s72-c/PopoloPartiteIva.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8988820876849772043</id><published>2011-05-29T15:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:48:45.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz e Violão (Caetano Veloso e Maria Gadù)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VZ5ov11cng/TePmXROMYrI/AAAAAAAABa4/lsJCbSkWV48/s1600/23826957_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VZ5ov11cng/TePmXROMYrI/AAAAAAAABa4/lsJCbSkWV48/s320/23826957_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno spettacolo, &lt;i&gt;Duo&lt;/i&gt;, per voci e chitarre appunto. Un breve tour e oggi un DVD e CD, &lt;i&gt;Multishow ao vivo&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;che testimonia l’evento. Per &lt;a href="http://www.mariagadu.com.br/"&gt;Maria Gadù&lt;/a&gt; una sorta di investitura da parte del guru (volente o nolente) della mpb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial-BoldMT;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maria Gadú e Caetano Veloso - Rapte-me Camaleoa (Ao Vivo Prêmio Multishow 2010)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="292" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8rwUzKEhI3s" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8988820876849772043?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8988820876849772043/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8988820876849772043' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8988820876849772043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8988820876849772043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/05/voz-e-violao-caetano-veloso-e-maria.html' title='Voz e Violão (Caetano Veloso e Maria Gadù)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VZ5ov11cng/TePmXROMYrI/AAAAAAAABa4/lsJCbSkWV48/s72-c/23826957_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8464529931763386108</id><published>2011-05-29T07:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:59:16.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz e Violão (Jair Naves)</title><content type='html'>Un passo alla volta. Oggi mi sembra il titolo giusto (nessun riferimento politico, 'na cosa personale, sarà che sto andando ad una sfilata di alpini, ma non solo per questo). Comunque, buona domenica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Popload Session: Jair Naves - &amp;quot;Um Passo por Vez&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jair Naves - "Um Passo por Vez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cKX8cutLRz8" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8464529931763386108?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8464529931763386108/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8464529931763386108' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8464529931763386108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8464529931763386108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/05/voz-e-violao-jair-naves.html' title='Voz e Violão (Jair Naves)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cKX8cutLRz8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7550672012208287270</id><published>2011-05-21T07:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:59:28.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz e Violão (Leo Cavalcanti)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8CDLb82324g" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Un musicista brasiliano si valuta dal fatto di essere credibile nelle sue performance solo e chitarra con una quinta verdeggiante. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Yy4Dl1hyf4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt; il Cavalcanti pensiero in una bella intervista concertino. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/leocavalcanti"&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt; il myspace. E per finire la versione su disco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial-BoldMT;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ouvidos ao Mistério, Leo Cavalcanti - CD RELIGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="217" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5AFEqKSNcKI" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7550672012208287270?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7550672012208287270/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7550672012208287270' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7550672012208287270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7550672012208287270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/05/voz-e-violao-leo-cavalcanti.html' title='Voz e Violão (Leo Cavalcanti)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8CDLb82324g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6997690974473719250</id><published>2011-05-13T20:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:09:22.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Grande Abbraccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-alt: 12.05pt; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Questo è uno di quei post che mi piace scrivere. E che spero a voi piaccia leggere. Uno di questi post, tanto per cominciare, a cui non saprei che titolo dare o meglio a cui avrei dieci titoli da dare, compreso l’attualissimo Conga, conga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Lo spunto mi viene però dalla parola “abbraccio”, uno dei modi con cui ci salutiamo al telefono o chiudiamo una corrispondenza con chi sentiamo più vicino a noi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Ci riflettevo, ripensando ai tanti “un abbraccio” o “abracos” che ho scritto e letto anche in questo blog. Inevitabile andare allora a “quell’abbraccio” di Gilberto Gil che anche Fiorella Mannoia ha voluto includere nel suo album brasiliano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kZPNB4dNMBE" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Ebbene il testo di questa canzone cita un personaggio della tv&amp;nbsp; brasiliana “il vecchio guerriero” Chacrinha l’uomo che inventò le proto-veline, inserendo nei suoi programmi la formula dello stacchetto affidato alle mosse finto ingenue delle Chacretes, alcune delle quali giunte fino al mondo delle commedie procaccione (definite in Brasile “Pornochanchadas”)&amp;nbsp; se non al vero e proprio cinema hard. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_VAgWpftw4/Tc1xTbN7KqI/AAAAAAAABaY/kzMCF8pmRDw/s1600/chacrinha_e_chacretes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_VAgWpftw4/Tc1xTbN7KqI/AAAAAAAABaY/kzMCF8pmRDw/s320/chacrinha_e_chacretes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Tra questa la moretta Gretchen, “la regina del bumbum”, che lascia alla storia della musica una sorprendente “Conga, conga” spunto ideale per una italianissima cover dall’inevitabile titolo di bunga-bunga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gretchen no Chacrinha (1981)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mu2NgALakeo" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Riportando questa storia non posso non pensare che in questo stesso paese che ha generato le veline e in cui BBB (Big Brother Brasil) è un programma seguitissimo, credo ancor più che in Italia, governano da anni presidenti che, per comodità, qualcuno definisce (post)comunisti. E questo mi da un po’ da pensare, quando siamo tentati di dare tutte le colpe, comprese quelle della politica, alla tv che istupidisce... ma questo è un altro discorso. Anche Chacrinha aveva il suo “Allegria”, quell’insensato “Alò Alò Terezinha" che Gil (già ministro del governo Lula) non dimentica di mettere nel testo e che la rossa Mannoia si diverte, come noi, a cantare. Vi saluto anch’io e vi auguro un buon fine settimana, ovviamente con il più stretto dei miei abbracci.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfIANx6FlCs/Tc1xjGd1ZnI/AAAAAAAABac/d8ukF7qQWzs/s1600/chacrinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfIANx6FlCs/Tc1xjGd1ZnI/AAAAAAAABac/d8ukF7qQWzs/s320/chacrinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6997690974473719250?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6997690974473719250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6997690974473719250' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6997690974473719250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6997690974473719250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-grande-abbraccio.html' title='Un Grande Abbraccio'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kZPNB4dNMBE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5726660619519558728</id><published>2011-05-09T09:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:33:09.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-operatorio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_OV4RqqksQ/TceV2qKlLVI/AAAAAAAABaU/_sgMUQ-9SXs/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_OV4RqqksQ/TceV2qKlLVI/AAAAAAAABaU/_sgMUQ-9SXs/s200/IMG_1732.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Il primo “post”-operatorio (come testimonia la foto scattata nel mio bagno) mi è stato suggerito da mm1 che, alle prese con ripetuti ascolti di “Vinicius en la Fusa”, mi chiede la traduzione di &lt;i&gt;Apelo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La Fusa era un cosiddetto "caffè concerto" con sede in Mar del Plata (Argentina, si spostò poi a Punta del Este in Uruguay), un locale dalle dimensioni ideali per le esibizioni del nostro Vinicius.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Da questi show sono nati due dischi fondamentali, registrati in studio a poco distanza di tempo, nel ‘70 e nel ‘71, con la produzione di Alfredo Radosznski. I due dischi si distinguono anche per la presenza di due diverse star femminili, Maria Creuza nel primo e Maria Bethania nel secondo, ed è proprio quest’ultima (allora ai suoi esordi) a duettare con Vinicius nella splendida interpretazione di Apelo. Come in altre occasioni Vinicius mixa la sua produzione musicale e poetica (del resto come distinguerle?) inserendo l’emozionante lettura del suo&lt;i&gt; Soneto de separação&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial-BoldMT; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bravi tutti come sempre, senza dimenticarci dell’insostituibile chitarra di Toquinho. Perdonate qualche imprecisione nella traduzione, in nome delle mie ferite!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6a2b672" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Composição : Vinícius de Moraes e Baden Powell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, meu amor não vás embora &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, amore mio non andar via  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vê a vida como chora, vê que triste esta canção &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;guarda, la vita sembra un pianto e com’è triste questa canzone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não, eu te peço, não te ausentes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, ti prego, non &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;andartene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois a dor que agora sentes, só se esquece no perdão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;per il dolore che provi adesso, e che puoi dimenticare solo perdonando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, minha amada me perdoa&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perdonami mia amata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois embora ainda te doa a tristeza que causei&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;anche se ti fai ancora male la tristezza che ho causato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu te suplico não destruas tantas coisas que são tuas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ti prego non distruggere tutte queste cose che ti appartengono&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por um mal que eu já paguei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;per un &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sofferenza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; che ho già pagato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, minha amado, se soubesses&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, mio caro, se tu sapessi&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da tristeza que há nas preces&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;che tristezza c’è in queste preghiere &lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que a chorar te faço eu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mi rivolgo a te in lacrime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se tu soubesses num momento todo arrependimento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se tu potessi conoscere in un solo attimo tutti i rimpianti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como tudo entristeceu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;come tutto diventa triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se tu soubesses como é triste &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se sapessi quant’è triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perceber que tu partiste Sem sequer dizer adeus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;rendersi conto che sei partito  senza nemmeno un addio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, meu amor tu voltarias&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, amore mio, tu torneresti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E de novo cairias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E per cadere di nuovo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A chorar nos braços meus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a piangere tra le mie braccia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;(la parte recitata è il &lt;b&gt;Sonetto della Separazione&lt;/b&gt; che riporto nella traduzione di Tiziana Tonon)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-alt: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;D’un tratto dal sorriso sorse il pianto, silenzioso e bianco come la bruma &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E dalle bocche unite sorse schiuma, e dalle mani tese lo sgomento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;D’un tratto dalla calma sorse il vento che degli occhi disfò l’ultima fiamma &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dalla passione sorse lo scontento e dall’istante immoto sorse il dramma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;D’un tratto, no assai più che sol d’un tratto, divenne triste colui che era amante &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E solo colui che era soddisfatto divenne l’amico intimo distante &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La vita diventò avventura errante, d’un tratto, no assai più che sol d’un tratto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5726660619519558728?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5726660619519558728/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5726660619519558728' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5726660619519558728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5726660619519558728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-operatorio.html' title='Post-operatorio'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_OV4RqqksQ/TceV2qKlLVI/AAAAAAAABaU/_sgMUQ-9SXs/s72-c/IMG_1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7073471098509229206</id><published>2011-04-23T21:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:34:54.783+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Luis e A Parede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ney Matogrosso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disritmia'/><title type='text'>Lasciati indietro 2 (Cafuné)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tra i “lasciati indietro” anche il testo di &lt;i&gt;Disritmia&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Zé Katimba) e tutta una serie di pensieri che ne erano derivati. Bene oggi si pubblica anche questo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ney Matogrosso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;Pedro Luis e A Parede&lt;/b&gt; (dalla registrazione dell'album &lt;i&gt;Vagabundo&lt;/i&gt; 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="227" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QDY738ue_a8" title="YouTube video player" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero me esconder debaixo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Voglio nascondermi sotto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessa sua saia prá fugir do mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La tua gonna per fuggire il mondo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretendo também me embrenhar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E voglio anche perdermi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No emaranhado desses seus cabelos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nel groviglio dei tuoi capelli&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso transfundir seu sangue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;serve una trasfusione del tuo sangue &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro meu coração&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Per il mio cuore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que é tão vagabundo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Così vagabondo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me deixa te trazer num dengo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lascia che trascinandoti in un incantesimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prá num cafuné &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Accarezzandoti la testa, come per farti addormentare,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazer os meus apelos...(2x)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Possa farti la mia dichiarazione&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero ser exorcizado&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Voglio essere esorcizzato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pela água benta desse olhar infindo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Da quella acqua benedetta che è il tuo sguardo infiinito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que bom é ser fotografado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;che bello restare impresso come in una foto&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas pelas retinas desses olhos lindos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fissato sulla retina dei tuoi occhi meravigliosi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me deixe hipnotizado&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lasciami ipnotizzato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prá acabar de vez &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Perchè possa finire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;com essa disritmia.&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;questa aritmia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vem logo Vem curar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fai presto, vieni a curare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seu nego &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;il tuo bambino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que chegou de porre Lá da boemia...(2x)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Che è arrivato da una bevuta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Nel tentativo di tradurre questo “per me esaltante” pezzo (è venuto com’è venuto, lo posto così) la necessità di dare un senso alla parola “cafunè”, tanto bella nel suono quanto misteriosa nel significato, mi ha costretto a girare un po’ per internet fino a trovare l’origina angolana della parola (per l’esattezza dalla lingua "quimbundo") che starebbe ad indicare quella particolare tipo di carezza dolce e continua che si fa, ad esempio, sulla testa di un bambino per farlo rilassare o addormentare. Meno romanticamente la carezza delle scimmie sulla testa dei loro piccoli a caccia di pidocchi: ma insomma anche questo è un gesto tenero. Sarchiapone è un altro esempio di parola inventata (e in questo caso un grande pezzo di Walter Chiari) come ricorda questo interessante &lt;a href="http://keespopinga.blogspot.com/2009/06/parole-inventate-1-dal-quark-alle.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tutto questo mi fece pensare (uso il passato, non a caso) alla possibilità di inaugurare un secondo blog dedicato alle cose (gesti, azioni) a cui il dizionario non fa ancora corrispondere una parola e per le quali sarebbe invece opportuno trovarne una. Niente di nuovo per carità: inventano parole nuove anche i bambini e credo che un famoso scrittore americano (?) abbia scritto sull’argomento un intero libro. Anche su questo degli appunti scritti a suo tempo e mai postati....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parole senza parole....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Una caratteristica del mondo web è quella di avere una definizione per ogni cosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;con un vocabolario così ricco, difficile dover ricorrere a circonlocuzioni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensate al giro di parole che dovrei usare per spiegare quello che sto facendo, se non avessi a disposizione la parola blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ci sono un sacco di situazioni che non trovano corrispondenza in un preciso vocabolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Possono essere cose, azioni, sensazioni con cui abbiamo a che fare ogni giorno, per esprimere le quali &amp;nbsp;dobbiamo quindi ricorrere a lunghe e articolate perifrasi. Tra queste cose senza nome che incontro ogni giorno, la prima che mi viene in mente sono i “segni circolari lasciati dal cucchiaino sul fondo della tazzina del caffè”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Le tazzine nuove non hanno questo problema, ma le tazzine con cui ho più confidenza, quelle a cui sono abituato da tempo e che mi danno più consolazione e soddisfazione sono tutte segnate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Segni dal colore grigio viola come se, sotto la cottura della porcellana, si nascondesse un’anima ferrosa o come se l’estremità del cucchiaino avesse lasciato sul fondo un po’ della sua essenza. All’inizio questi segni sono ancora riconoscibili, ma dopo tanti anni l’effetto è quello di un’unica traccia, di un grande binario dove il cucchiaino segue un percorso ormai consueto in cui difficilmente potrà perdersi. Tornando alla domanda di partenza che nome potremmo dare a questi segni? I segni sono il risultato dell’esigenza di mescolare lo zucchero seguendo, nel mio caso di mancino, una direzione prevalentemente oraria. Sono i segni del risveglio ma non solo: del caffè per digerire dopo pranzo o dell’ultimo decaffeinato sotto le stelle. I segni si confondono a volte con gli ultimi granelli di zucchero non sciolti ed emergono più evidenti nel risciaquo prima del lavaggio. Segni, graffi, solchi, righe, tracce. In una parola....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7073471098509229206?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7073471098509229206/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7073471098509229206' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7073471098509229206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7073471098509229206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/04/lasciati-indietro-2-cafune.html' title='Lasciati indietro 2 (Cafuné)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QDY738ue_a8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-97922246205105817</id><published>2011-04-23T12:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:34:55.035+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luiz Gonzaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marisa Monte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O xote das meninas'/><title type='text'>O xote das meninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Negli ultimi giorni il blog ha registrato una impennata di visite, spesso per la ricerca di traduzioni. Saluto questi nuovi passaggi con un testo che sembra ingenuo, ma che ha proprio in questa semplicità e freschezza la sua bellezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A cantarlo è una Marisa Monte di parecchi anni fa (1995) in un video che la candida a più bella ascella della musica brasiliana. Grande pezzo di Luiz Gonzaga (nella foto in fondo) e Zé Dantas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yAbUprTzL5Y" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mandacaru, quando fulora na seca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando il mandacaru fiorisce nella siccità &lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É o siná que a chuva chega no sertão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;è segno che la pioggia è arrivata nel sertão  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toda menina que enjôa da boneca &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ogni ragazza che si è stancata delle sue bambole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É siná que o amor já chegou no coração...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;è segno che l'amore ha già nel cuore ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meia comprida&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calze lunghe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quer mais sapato baixo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;non vuole più scarpette basse &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vestido bem cintado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vestito stretto in vita  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quer mais vestir chitão...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;b&lt;i&gt;asta vestiti di cotone a fiori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela só quer Só pensa em namorar*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lei vuole solo, pensa solo agli incontri d'amore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De manhã cedo já tá pintada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;L&lt;i&gt;a mattina presto è già truccata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só vive suspirando, sonhando acordada &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vive sospirando, sognando ad occhi aperti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O pai leva ao dotô a filha adoentada&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il papà porta dal dottore la figlia malata &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não come, nem estuda, não dorme, não quer nada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lei non mangia, non studia,  non dorme, non si cura di niente ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela só quer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só pensa em namora&lt;/b&gt;r &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lei vuole solo, pensa solo agli incontri d'amore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas o dotô nem examina&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma il medico nemmeno la visita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chamando o pai do lado, lhe diz logo em surdina &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;chiama il padre da parte e gli dice sottovoce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que o mal é da idade &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;che è la malattia di quell’età&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que prá tal menina não tem um só remédio em toda medicina...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;che per la ragazza non esiste un solo rimedio in tutta la medicina ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela só quer Só pensa em namorar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela só quer Só pensa em namorar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Namorar&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is hanging out, or making out, with your&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;namorada&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(girlfriend) or&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;namorado&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(boyfriend). I suppose you can all it "dating".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGcUZ8ZybwY/TbKvNZqkVaI/AAAAAAAABaI/bVZfdhwvXAA/s1600/o-cantor-compositor-e-sanfoneiro-pernambucano-luiz-gonzaga-em-foto-de-1984-1247670742057_615x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGcUZ8ZybwY/TbKvNZqkVaI/AAAAAAAABaI/bVZfdhwvXAA/s320/o-cantor-compositor-e-sanfoneiro-pernambucano-luiz-gonzaga-em-foto-de-1984-1247670742057_615x300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b21900; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-97922246205105817?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/97922246205105817/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=97922246205105817' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/97922246205105817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/97922246205105817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-xote-das-meninas.html' title='O xote das meninas'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yAbUprTzL5Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2690544992692350420</id><published>2011-04-23T07:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T07:44:37.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasciati indietro 1 (settembre 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ogni tanto nella cartella "blog" sulla mia scrivania, ritrovo delle bozze di post, semplici appunti da sviluppare o post bell-e-fatti che come che vado a ripescare per questi giorni di pasqua, piccola sorpresina in questi giorni di asparagi e cioccolata. &amp;nbsp;Comincio da un post scritto a settembre 2010, in occasione dalla "allora-nuova" uscita di Ivete Sangalo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ivete Sangalo ce l’ha proprio messa tutta. 24 brani, grandi ospiti da Nelly Furtado a Juanes per strizzare l’occhio ad un target allargato. Omaggio a Michael Jackson, un piccolo carnevale baiano come bis conclusivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Un grande show e niente playback. Insomma tutti soddisfatti, dal pubbico presente (15 mila, mi sa per larghissima parte brasiliani) ai fan USA tra cui Rihanna. "Multishow ao vivo - Ivete Sangalo no Madison Square Garden" è ora pronto ad uscire nei negozi del Brasile e del resto del mondo per consacrare definitivamente Ivete come la cantante pop d’esportazione della musica brasiliana. Non sarà così facile, perchè è davvero dura diventare Shakira se canti e parli in Portoghese. Lo spiega perfettamente quest’articolo sul &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/06/arts/music/06latin.html"&gt;nytimes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Il portoghese, a differenza dello spagnolo, non è una lingua planetaria. Vedi Nelly Furtado che dalle iniziali incursione nella lingua lusitana (la sua famiglia è originaria delle Azzorre) è ben presto approdata al ben più commerciabile espanol. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ma non c’è solo questo. Di fondo c’è una fondamentale questione di ritmo. Il beat dell’axe, su cui si basa la maggior parte delle sue hit non è così assimilabile, fuori del brasile. Troppo veloce, non arriva come accade invece al midtempo cumbia di Shakira a cui siamo un po’ tutti assuefatti. Si è provato con “una strategia di crossover” basata sull’introduzione di sintetizzatori è di un comune denominatore in 4/4, messo a sostegno di un medley dei suoi successi. Ma in questo modo il motore si ingolfa è perde grande parte della sua capacità propulsiva. È se ad un concerto di Ivete ti trovi con le gambe ferme, possiamo anche spegnere i riflettori.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X9MgcTHg5UI" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2690544992692350420?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2690544992692350420/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2690544992692350420' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2690544992692350420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2690544992692350420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/04/lasciati-indietro-1-settembre-2010.html' title='Lasciati indietro 1 (settembre 2010)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X9MgcTHg5UI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-732397435889123275</id><published>2011-04-15T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:56:02.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music by Seu Jorge and Almaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16554069" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16554069"&gt;Seu Jorge and Almaz - The Model (Chapter One)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4902649"&gt;Now-Again&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17425295" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17425295"&gt;"The Model: Oshun and the Dream"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4902649"&gt;Now-Again&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seujorgealmaz.com/"&gt;http://seujorgealmaz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-732397435889123275?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/732397435889123275/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=732397435889123275' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/732397435889123275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/732397435889123275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/04/music-by-seu-jorge-and-almaz.html' title='Music by Seu Jorge and Almaz'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5731784194634147679</id><published>2011-04-05T20:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:12:16.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'>15 aprile 2011</title><content type='html'>Intanto il logo non è male.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ81_Q0lYAM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;i primi 2 minuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMxpjnqxzho/TZtaE2bVAnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/M6OjFcpzW0w/s1600/Rio-Movie-Wallpaper-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMxpjnqxzho/TZtaE2bVAnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/M6OjFcpzW0w/s320/Rio-Movie-Wallpaper-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5731784194634147679?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5731784194634147679/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5731784194634147679' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5731784194634147679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5731784194634147679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-aprile-2011.html' title='15 aprile 2011'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMxpjnqxzho/TZtaE2bVAnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/M6OjFcpzW0w/s72-c/Rio-Movie-Wallpaper-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6134517344632796566</id><published>2011-04-04T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:00:19.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nino ferrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirza'/><title type='text'>Grande video e grande Nino</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rwCDEQY97rw" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6134517344632796566?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6134517344632796566/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6134517344632796566' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6134517344632796566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6134517344632796566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/04/grande-video-e-grande-nino.html' title='Grande video e grande Nino'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rwCDEQY97rw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4533616125628768291</id><published>2011-03-15T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:22:04.593+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas Volantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breculê'/><title type='text'>Vilas e Vidas Volantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mi limito a riportare quanto leggo su youtube: prendendo ispirazione dal film "Vilas Volantes" di Alexandre Veras, il gruppo cearense &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/brecule"&gt;Breculê&lt;/a&gt; compone "Vidas Volantes", il brano che dà il titolo al loro primo disco. Questo montaggio realizza l’incontro tra le dune, l’acqua, il vento del film e una musica da cui non riesco a staccare le orecchie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="227" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3v9w2PAv0Uo" title="YouTube video player" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4533616125628768291?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4533616125628768291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4533616125628768291' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4533616125628768291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4533616125628768291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/03/vilas-e-vidas-volantes.html' title='Vilas e Vidas Volantes'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3v9w2PAv0Uo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6675710840443115633</id><published>2011-03-13T12:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:41:38.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O disco do Pixinguinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nella solita catena di post, torno ancora a “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/02/facendo-i-conti.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Facendo i conti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;” e alla citazione di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixinguinha.com.br/sitio/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pixinguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Vi propongo di seguito una breve compilation, la classica &lt;i&gt;Carinhoso&lt;/i&gt; con l’ottima accoppiata Marisa Monte e Paulinho da Viola. &lt;i&gt;Lamento&lt;/i&gt; nella versione degli MPB 4. Infine un duo italiano (choro in Italia!) “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.choronamanga.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Choro na Manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;”, Fabrizo Forte alla chitarra 7 corde e Marco Ruviare al mandolino, con Deborah Nurchis al pandeiro. Ciao!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carinhoso (Pixinguinha/Braguinha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8IhqXDQkWpQ" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;B4 - "Lamento" (Pixinguinha/Vinícius)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/azLE4zeJFyg" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Choro na Manga - Segura ele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B2z0ehYx_fo" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6675710840443115633?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6675710840443115633/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6675710840443115633' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6675710840443115633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6675710840443115633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-disco-do-pixinguinha.html' title='O disco do Pixinguinha'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8IhqXDQkWpQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5316325262783252746</id><published>2011-03-03T13:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:49:57.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loretta goggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fio maravilha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tania maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jorge ben'/><title type='text'>33° minuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vi costringo a tornare, per un attimo, al post precedente dove potete ascoltare un esempio di traduzione molto fedele al testo originale. Qualche ovvio adattamento.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; medida do Bonfim&lt;/i&gt; diventa (e di fatto lo è) il nastrino portafortuna: un nastrino della lunghezza, non casuale, di 47 cm, legato al culto del Senhor do Bonfim, da fissare al polso con tre nodi a cui associare tre desideri…. &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nastrino_del_Bonfim"&gt;Sta tutto qui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;O disco do Pixinguinha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;, autore di struggenti choros, diventa “il disco del chiardiluna” anche per la necessità di restare nelle otto sillabe. &lt;i&gt;As nossas melhores lembranças&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;, ovvero i nostri migliori ricordi, diventa “quell’aria di eterna vacanza”, che rispetta metrica e rima e aggiunge perfino qualcosa al testo originale. Questo per dire&amp;nbsp; del precedente post. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Al contrario questo Fio Maravilha tradotto per una giovanissima Loretta Goggi è l’esempio di un adattamento del tutto libero, al limite del non-sense, visto che un testo dedicato ad una delle tante, belle, storie del calcio viene stravolto in un modo davvero bruttino, improbabile, insulso. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loretta Goggi - Fio Maravilha (da "Formula Due" 1973)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NnZvbBE8tA" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La vicenda di Fio Maravilha è quella di &lt;a href="http://www.flablog.com.br/blog/?p=897"&gt;João Batista Sales&lt;/a&gt;, attaccante dotato di buoni numeri e strani denti, che fu protagonista di un episodio raccolto direttamente da Jorge Ben dagli spalti del Flamengo. L’episodio risale al 1972. Amichevole con il Benfica (o forse una partita del campionato nazionale, leggo notizie discordanti). João Batista Sales se ne sta in panchina, ma il pubblico lo vuole in campo incitando il cambio: “&lt;i&gt;Fio Maravilha nós gostamos de vocé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;". Se&amp;nbsp; Mario Zagallo non l’avesse fatto entrare, al repertorio di Jorge Ben mancherebbe oggi una delle sue hit più famose. Al 33 del secondo tempo infatti il nostro prende palla, scarta l’intera difesa, supera pure il portiere ma per non infierire “sull’uomo morto” gli evita l’umiliazione di entrare in porta con la palla. Il goal comunque lo segna. In qesto episodio, Jorge Ben vede la sintesi del miglior calcio fatto di&amp;nbsp; fantasia e improvvisazione, ma anche di assoluto rispetto nei confronti dell’avversario. Facendo di una telecronaca una canzone che ha fatto più volte il giro del mondo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La storia ha uno strano epilogo, per così dire “&lt;a href="http://teddisbanded.blogspot.com/"&gt;disbanded&lt;/a&gt;”, visto che João Batista Sales citò in causa Jorge Ben, convinto dal proprio avvocato di poter chiedere parte delle royalties: causa persa, con tanto di spese processuali da pagare, anche se Jorge Ben decise comunque di modificare il titolo da Fio Maravilha in Filho Maravilha. Oggi che João Batista Sales allena squadre giovanili e consegna pizze a domicilio in quel di San Francisco CA (città che lo accolse nella sua ultima esperienza da professionista, giocando nella SF Mercury) le cose sembrano risolte, senza rancori tra il giocatore e il musicista e con il ritorno all’uso del titolo originale. Per la versione brasiliana ho scelto una Tania Maria anno ’75, così ho l’occasione di citare un’artista non ancora passata sul blog…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tania Maria -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fio maravilha &amp;nbsp; ('75)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l959Iv5BGkk" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 22.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5316325262783252746?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5316325262783252746/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5316325262783252746' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5316325262783252746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5316325262783252746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/03/33-minuto.html' title='33° minuto'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NnZvbBE8tA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4736144034150751887</id><published>2011-02-13T17:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:47:47.690+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francis Hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tosca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trocando em Miúdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facendo i conti'/><title type='text'>Facendo i conti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rimango sempre sorpreso nello scoprire quante canzoni brasiliane siano finite nei dischi di cantanti italiani. Finora m’era sfuggito il fatto che Tosca avesse duettato con Chico Buarque, in un disco del 97 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incontri e passaggi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, nella versione italiana di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trocando em Miúdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; di Chico Buarque e Francis Hime (e sottolineo Francis Hime). La canzone, nella versione italiana di Sergio Bardotti, che ne fa al solito un’ottima traduzione/adattamento, era già inclusa nell’album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fio de Meada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; di Olivia Hime (sì, moglie di ...) con il titoli di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dividersi i resti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oKAVJzeDTWs" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il testo, come si intuisce, parla della faticosa, fastidiosa, ma a volte inevitabile necessità di dividersi le cose quando ci si lascia. Anche piccole cose, come un libro o un disco, magari condivisi per lungo tempo. Io non ho mai sopportato che mi venissero restituti i regali, al di là del valore o del significato del regalo. Mi è capitato&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;con oggetti a cui avevo dato importanza e che piuttosto di ritrovarmeli in mano avrei preferito dati in pegno o fusi, come suggeriscono le parole della canzone. Dividersi i resti diventa, nel disco di Tosca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Facendo i conti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, togliendo al titolo una certa sfumatura funebre. Fanno ancora di più Alcione ed Emilio Santiago che, in una versione più soft, quasi ballabile, prendono la cosa con uno spirito più leggero ed ironico. Potere del samba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R9vNTxh4GVE" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4736144034150751887?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4736144034150751887/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4736144034150751887' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4736144034150751887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4736144034150751887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/02/facendo-i-conti.html' title='Facendo i conti'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oKAVJzeDTWs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8484949904353849519</id><published>2011-02-11T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:49:37.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cibelle: Sapato Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/05/22-maggio-7-luglio.html"&gt;9 mesi fa&lt;/a&gt;, giusto il tempo di una gravidanza, promisi di farvi ascoltare questa &lt;i&gt;Sapato Azul&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eccoci al parto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C0A73IEtM5I" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8484949904353849519?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8484949904353849519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8484949904353849519' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8484949904353849519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8484949904353849519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/02/cibelle-sapato-azul.html' title='Cibelle: Sapato Azul'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C0A73IEtM5I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8022638551034168982</id><published>2011-02-11T07:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:16:01.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tocca tornare sul tema</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dovrei (o vorrei, sono in dubbio su quale verbo usare) parlare più spesso di pubblicità, visto che la cosa in qualche modo mi coinvolge. Alla fine parlo solo degli spot CheBanca! (ma, assicuro, è una pura coincidenza) sempre e solo motivato dalla scelto dei loro jingle. Nel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/cosa-mi-passa-per-il-gulliver.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;precedente spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; ipotizzavo un effetto “arancia meccanica” suscitato dalla marcetta di sottofondo. Ebbene nello spot in onda da pochi giorni sono stato accontentato, visto che l’Inno alla Gioia di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beethoven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fa parte della colonna sonora del citato film e che la gente protagonista dello spot ha preso le mazze in mano. Le sensazioni a volte non ingannano...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="218" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qFnKWf57O4U" title="YouTube video player" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8022638551034168982?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8022638551034168982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8022638551034168982' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8022638551034168982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8022638551034168982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/02/tocca-tornare-sul-tema.html' title='Tocca tornare sul tema'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qFnKWf57O4U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5455825443089531111</id><published>2011-02-05T08:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:35:59.878+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testarda io'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iva Zanicchi'/><title type='text'>Warm up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TUz6bkAXi8I/AAAAAAAABZw/e4L3yNfcUlk/s1600/Immagine+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TUz6bkAXi8I/AAAAAAAABZw/e4L3yNfcUlk/s320/Immagine+1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Più di un mese senza blog sono un po’ come sei mesi di stop per infortunio per chi pratica la corsa. Conosco entrambe le situazioni e quanto sia difficile ripartire. Nel caso della corsa ogni metro pesa come un km e il solito giretto sembra una maratona olimpica. Ma poi i km vengono, la gambe tornano a rispondere, il respiro torna alle normali frequenze (ma che fatica!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nel caso del blog ti sembra di non aver niente da dire o almeno nessun argomento così forte per poter colmare un silenzio così lungo. Se torni ad aprir bocca ci si aspetta che tu abbia qualcosa di eclatante da dire: il solito post ti sembra inadeguato... ma da qualche parte bisogna pur cominciare, magari da un post tranquillo, di riscaldamento, giusto per mettersi in moto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iva Zanicchi - Testarda io&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;R. Carlos - C. Malgioglio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2dfxXbjcs6A" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Partiamo allora da qui, da Iva Zanicchi, e dico anche perchè.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;La canzone è di &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4qdAFhADB0"&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;/a&gt; è quindi siamo in tema.&lt;br /&gt;Il video è dal programma “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2w5Q2qGiHU"&gt;Tante Scuse&lt;/a&gt;” (che rivolgo anche agli amici lettori del blog), quindi Vianello e Mondaini, l’ingrediente di nostalgia in bianco nero di cui non posso privarmi.&lt;br /&gt;Iva Zanicchi mi si collega alle vicende berlusconiane e quindi mi risponde all’obbligo dell’attualità politica gossippara.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Inoltre mi ha vinto ben 3 festival di Sanremo e quindi siamo pienamente sul pezzo.&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Malgioglio, che ha ne fatto la versione italiana, mi rappresenta quell’elemento di colore che non guasta&amp;nbsp; mai.&lt;br /&gt;Poter dire che trovo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cmf6OrmfGP8"&gt;la versione di Giuliano Palma&lt;/a&gt; insostenibilmente fastidiosa mi consente di inserire quell’elemento di polemica che è il sale di ogni buon blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anche se è il 5 febbraio, le temperature si stanno alzando e la neve fatica a resistere, fate conto che sia il primo dell’anno e accettate i miei auguri di buon 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In coda la versione originale brasiliana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;À distância (&lt;/b&gt;Roberto Carlos - Erasmo Carlos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t5haLuEgE_8" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5455825443089531111?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5455825443089531111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5455825443089531111' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5455825443089531111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5455825443089531111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2011/02/warm-up.html' title='Warm up'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TUz6bkAXi8I/AAAAAAAABZw/e4L3yNfcUlk/s72-c/Immagine+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5120226589162066347</id><published>2010-12-25T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:46:56.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sono ancora in tempo per gli auguri?</title><content type='html'>Dalla &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fCDV4Mw8W8"&gt;Cantata BWV 156&lt;/a&gt;, Flavio Venturini ebbe la buona idea di ricavare questa versione che mi sembra sufficientemente adatta al clima natalizio. Magari facciamo anche nevicare! Un abbraccio a tutti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-ox3xDyV4LQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5120226589162066347?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5120226589162066347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5120226589162066347' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5120226589162066347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5120226589162066347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/12/sono-ancora-in-tempo-per-gli-auguri.html' title='Sono ancora in tempo per gli auguri?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-ox3xDyV4LQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1983811569011138170</id><published>2010-12-22T13:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:26:56.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidenze natalizie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Proprio come l’anno scorso, anche oggi, sotto le feste, mi si inchioda in testa una canzone firmata da &lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen/b3327a8/tempo-sem-tempo-z%C3%A9-miguel-wisnik"&gt;Ze Miguel Wisnik&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marcelo Jeneci (che con Wisnik e Paulo Neves compone il pezzo) ha inserito il brano nel suo recente omonimo CD. Se lo preferite dal vivo, eccolo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzhN_BPsQwo"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yJpLc5tIP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yJpLc5tIP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1983811569011138170?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1983811569011138170/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1983811569011138170' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1983811569011138170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1983811569011138170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/12/coincidenze-natalizie.html' title='Coincidenze natalizie.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5571925839181566606</id><published>2010-12-15T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:46:24.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nove minuti che passano in fretta come pochi (Also Sprach Zarathustra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Eumir Deodato è uno che ha messo le mani nella produzione di qualcosa come 500 dischi, da Jobim a&amp;nbsp;Björk,&amp;nbsp;oltre ad aver realizzato di persona alcuni grandi successi come questa "planetaria" ASZ. Per quanto poi si sforzi di fondere e mischiare la sua vena brasiliana viene, inequivocabilmente, fuori.&amp;nbsp;Non vedo l'ora di spararmela nelle orecchie per vedere quanta strada mi portano a correre questi nove minuti in cui la fanfara di Strauss incontra il funk di Eumir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5Rn7S2zLWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5Rn7S2zLWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5571925839181566606?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5571925839181566606/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5571925839181566606' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5571925839181566606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5571925839181566606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/12/nove-minuti-che-passano-in-fretta-come.html' title='Nove minuti che passano in fretta come pochi (Also Sprach Zarathustra)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8685747560809049554</id><published>2010-12-08T14:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:27:11.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gY_KqLypOIg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gY_KqLypOIg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“No Rancho fundo” è un pezzo storico che ascolto sempre con piacere. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Il brano è frutto di una &lt;i&gt;parceria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; tra due autori, uno molto noto come Ary Barroso, ed un certo Lamartine Babo a me colpevolmente ignoto. Colmo la lacuna leggendo della collana “Raizes da Musica Popular Brasileira” uscita da marzo nelle edicole brasiliane come iniziativa multimedia del quotidiano Folha. 25 cofanetti con libro e CD dedicati alle origini della MPB, ottimamente presentati &lt;a href="http://raizesmpb.folha.com.br/vol-1.shtml"&gt;su questo sito&lt;/a&gt;, dove si possono trovare diverse informazioni su questi 25 autori. Nella prima uscita doppio appuntamento con i classici di Noel Rosa (la cui &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM4WP5eGPBw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Conversa de Botequim&lt;/a&gt; fa da jingle nel lancio tv della collana) e con Lamartine Babo appunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TP-CuYTgN-I/AAAAAAAABZA/tPJt3bc6jCY/s1600/Immagine+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TP-CuYTgN-I/AAAAAAAABZA/tPJt3bc6jCY/s400/Immagine+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPz6O3GXJw0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPz6O3GXJw0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quello che colpisce subito, inutile negarlo, è l’aspetto non proprio affascinante di Lamartine Babo, fisico magrissimo, un testone sproporzionato e una fronte che sembra tirata con Photoshop. Leggo come il nostro Lamartine, detto Lalà, prendesse la cosa con disinvoltura, come conferma questa sua affermazione: “Pensavo di essere un colosso. Ma un giorno, guardandomi allo specchio, ho visto che non ho il collo, io ho solo osso”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TP-FEWLokLI/AAAAAAAABZE/jp1-LINvMfw/s1600/e0be2e85-5b84-4489-97d1-f402e1d797ef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TP-FEWLokLI/AAAAAAAABZE/jp1-LINvMfw/s200/e0be2e85-5b84-4489-97d1-f402e1d797ef.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lalà sfruttò la propensione alla battuta, ai giochi di parole, alla comicità nonsense sia come collaboratore di riviste satiriche che come personaggio radiofonico.&amp;nbsp; Scorro la lista dei brani per cui è ricordato ancora oggi: diversi samba, valsas ("&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtSQPqFZGzs"&gt;Eu Sonhei que Tu Estavas tão Linda&lt;/a&gt;”), sertanejas (“No Rancho fundo”, appunto) ma soprattutto una lista infinita di “marchinhas”&amp;nbsp; scritte nell’ “Época de Ouro" del carnevale: tra queste "O Teu cabelo não Nega" (composta più di 80 anni fa, insieme a Irmãos Valença) è certamente tra la più memorabili e ancor oggi riproposta sui carri musicali dei vari carnevali brasiliani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Castro Barbosa - O teu cabelo não nega (carnival march - 1955)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O teu cabelo não nega (interprete Castro Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Castro Barbosa - O teu cabelo não nega (carnival march - 1955)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C36_dl1W72Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C36_dl1W72Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sempre nel sito dedicato all’iniziativa editoriale trovo citata la sua prima registrazione discografica che parlava della moda maschile di portare pantaloni a zampa d’elefante: un tema davvero curioso trattandosi di un pezzo datato 1930. Tifoso dell’&lt;a href="http://www.america-rj.com.br/principal/index.php"&gt;America Football Club&lt;/a&gt; (con cui condivide l’anno di nascita, 1904) Lalà scrisse gli inni per diverse squadre, l’America ovviamente, ma anche Flamengo, Fluminense, Botafogo e Vasco. Un po’ come se l’autore di “Per fortuna che Silvio c'è” avesse scritto anche l’inno di Futuro e Libertà.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hino DO AMÉRICA-RJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EqCkqLZdv78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EqCkqLZdv78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hino Do Flamengo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bnoh6GE858?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bnoh6GE858?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hino Do Fluminense&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9Um3d8pRZE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9Um3d8pRZE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hino do Botafogo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpkmiDvNRuo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpkmiDvNRuo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hino do Vasco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIqjJCohaK0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIqjJCohaK0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8685747560809049554?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8685747560809049554/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8685747560809049554' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8685747560809049554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8685747560809049554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-rancho-fundo-e-un-pezzo-storico-che.html' title='Lalà'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TP-CuYTgN-I/AAAAAAAABZA/tPJt3bc6jCY/s72-c/Immagine+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5473011229978942937</id><published>2010-12-01T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:50:53.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A parte che oggi si usano quelli di carta, dove vedete in TV uno che si soffia il naso nel fazzolettone e tira la gamba per reinfilarlo nella tasca dei jeans? Solo per citare un piccolo, ma siginficativo, dettaglio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Questo Match lo ricordo benissimo, come "Io sono un autarchico" passato in tv (ancora sullo schermo in bianco e nero, visto che il Grundig a colori sarebbe arrivato solo l’anno dopo, per i mondiali d’Argentina). Ricordo anche la “Marchesa von O” visto al cineforum, con un Bruno Ganz allora tra i miei attori preferiti. Il botulino anche per me, non è lontano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5J_wgBZ5eZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5J_wgBZ5eZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU1vS9Eg8PY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU1vS9Eg8PY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5473011229978942937?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5473011229978942937/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5473011229978942937' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5473011229978942937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5473011229978942937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/12/m.html' title='M&amp;M'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1646664082741120067</id><published>2010-11-21T23:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:36:53.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se ci sei...batti un colpo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="ORNELLA VANONI  LA GENTE E ME  ( live ).avi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TOmXqxO5mdI/AAAAAAAABY8/YQSAYaCedJo/s1600/OrnellaPuntoFront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TOmXqxO5mdI/AAAAAAAABY8/YQSAYaCedJo/s200/OrnellaPuntoFront.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIDLhD7hOAo/S9DygD-Jr7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/hSnT4_yL7H8/s1600/Muitos+carnavais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463132980636135346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIDLhD7hOAo/S9DygD-Jr7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/hSnT4_yL7H8/s200/Muitos+carnavais.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="ORNELLA VANONI  LA GENTE E ME  ( live ).avi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="ORNELLA VANONI  LA GENTE E ME  ( live ).avi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rnella Vanoni - LA GENTE E ME &amp;nbsp;("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheva, suor e cerveja&lt;/i&gt;")&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Caetano Veloso - Sergio Bardotti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu_0v-gyF7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu_0v-gyF7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so come sia, ma "A un certo punto", il disco che contiene la versione italiana di &lt;i&gt;Cheva, Suor e Cerveja&lt;/i&gt; è del 1974, mentre "Muitos carnavais" con la versione di Caetano è del 1977... probabilmente in Brasile il brano sarà stata lanciato e inciso da qualcun altro/a. Questa proprio non la so!&lt;br /&gt;Nel disco della Vanoni (in occasione del quale Ornella fonda la propria etichetta&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Vanilla&lt;/i&gt;) c'è pure&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdQ4Z6r_zUQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;L'apprendista poeta&lt;/a&gt; (O poeta apprendiz) di Vinicius &amp;amp; Toquinho, sempre con testo italiano di Bardotti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1646664082741120067?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1646664082741120067/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1646664082741120067' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1646664082741120067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1646664082741120067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-ci-seibatti-un-colpo.html' title='Se ci sei...batti un colpo!'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TOmXqxO5mdI/AAAAAAAABY8/YQSAYaCedJo/s72-c/OrnellaPuntoFront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3744176334608476170</id><published>2010-11-01T20:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:32:14.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiera dei Santi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Questi, nel mio amato paesello, sono i giorni della Fiera dei Santi, per me un&amp;nbsp;piacevole incubo, al ricordo di quando abitavo in “piassa e gavevo le giostre soto le finestre”. Sotto una pioggia che non molla, coi “pisaroti ” che scendevano dai teli sopra i banchetti, sono uscito per l’immancabile "fritola co’ la maresina”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adesso che, quasi per caso, mi passa in sottofondo questa splendida “Festa de Santo” di &lt;a href="http://blog.danigurgel.com.br/"&gt;Dani Gurgel&lt;/a&gt; mi suona come una piacevole coincidenza e mi spinge a farne un istant post. Pensando anche a tutti i Santi, ed in Brasile sono davvero tanti, che in questo momento staranno a commentare l’elezione di una &lt;a href="http://oglobo.globo.com/pais/eleicoes2010/especial-dilma/"&gt;grintosa signora&lt;/a&gt; atea, dal prossimo 1 gennaio 2011 alla guida del più grande paese cattolico del mondo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o77ZqHYd_Dw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o77ZqHYd_Dw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3744176334608476170?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3744176334608476170/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3744176334608476170' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3744176334608476170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3744176334608476170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/11/fiera-dei-santi.html' title='Fiera dei Santi'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7395635859673286455</id><published>2010-11-01T09:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:40:57.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Renatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TM550IqUmsI/AAAAAAAABY4/gLU17fTGEjo/s1600/1285949714_capa_cd_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TM550IqUmsI/AAAAAAAABY4/gLU17fTGEjo/s200/1285949714_capa_cd_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papo de passarim&lt;/i&gt; (CD e DVD come d’abitudine per le registrazioni dal vivo) mette insieme due "renati", ovvero &lt;a href="http://www.zerenato.com.br/"&gt;Zé Renato&lt;/a&gt; e Renato Braz, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ue delle più belle voci maschili della MPB. Una copertina che ha poco di esotico e molto di ECM: nessuna lussuriosa vegetazione tropicale, ma rami spogli su un cielo&amp;nbsp; grigio azzurro. Niente paura: il calore viene dell’amalgama elegante delle voci di questi signori dai capelli grigi (ma " Braz" è un ragazzo di 42 anni) incorniciate in una dimensione intimista da chitarra, basso acustico e percussioni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14 brani che variano dal samba d’autore, alla musica del&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nordest, al canzoniere classico brasiliano, alle composizioni dello stesso Ze Renato in coppia con Milton Nascimento. Scorrendo titoli e relativi autori emergono altre coppie d’eccezione come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wilson das Neves e Paulo César Pinheiro a cui si deve questa “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um novo amor chegou”. Ritroveremo con certezza, e con merito, questo disco nell'elenco dei migliori del 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kmI_bfSGQs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kmI_bfSGQs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7395635859673286455?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7395635859673286455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7395635859673286455' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7395635859673286455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7395635859673286455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/11/renatos.html' title='Renatos'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TM550IqUmsI/AAAAAAAABY4/gLU17fTGEjo/s72-c/1285949714_capa_cd_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3078565221452934783</id><published>2010-10-30T21:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:05:49.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escravo da alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toquinho oltre che raffinato chitarrista è autore di diversi brani di successo. Se non ricordo male, questa &lt;i&gt;Escravo da Alegria&lt;/i&gt;, dovrebbe essere tra le preferite del querido “alfa”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Autori Toquinho, appunto, Mutinho ottimo batterista. Manca solo Coutinho, promettente centrocampista e la formazione sarebbe al completo. Una nota sul video:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;siamo sicuramente in Italia, l'anno riportato è il 1983...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRPPBn9j7Nw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRPPBn9j7Nw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #ff6600; font-size: 17.5pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;Escravo da Alegria&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #b7b700; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/toquinho/" id="identificador_artista" style="color: #b7b700; font-size: 13.5pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;Toquinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #999999; display: block; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"&gt;Composição: Mutinho e Toquinho&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu que andava nessa escurid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;io&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me ne andavo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in questa oscurità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De repente foi me acontecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e all'improvviso mi è successo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me roubou o sono e a solidão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mi ha preso il sonno e rubato la solitudine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me mostrou o que eu temia ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mi ha mostrato ciò che avevo paura di vedere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem pedir licença nem perdão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;senza chiedere permesso né perdono&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Veio louca pra me enlouquecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;arrivata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;folle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, per farmi impazzire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou dormir querendo despertar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vado a dormire desiderando di svegliarmi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra depois de novo conviver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;per vivere di nuovo insieme&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com essa luz que veio me habitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;con questa luce che vedo abitare in me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com esse fogo que me faz arder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;con questo fuoco che mi fa ardere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me dá medo, vem me encorajar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mi fa paura e viene a darmi coraggio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fatalmente me fará sofrer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fatalmente mi farà soffrire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ando escravo da alegria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vago schiavo dell'allegria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje em dia, minha gente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;di questi tempi, gente mia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso não é normal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;questo non è comune&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se o amor è fantasia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;se l'amore è fantasia (la maschera del carnevale)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu me encontro ultimamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mi ritrovo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ultimamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em pleno carnaval&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nel pieno del carnevale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3078565221452934783?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3078565221452934783/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3078565221452934783' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3078565221452934783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3078565221452934783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/10/escravo-de-alegria.html' title='Escravo da alegria'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1231277535241164212</id><published>2010-10-24T13:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:51:14.239+02:00</updated><title type='text'>70</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TMQe70aOyuI/AAAAAAAABYc/XLHtTF1HGec/s1600/100211001637_pele1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TMQe70aOyuI/AAAAAAAABYc/XLHtTF1HGec/s320/100211001637_pele1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No, non me ne sono dimenticato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pelè ha festaggiato ieri il suo 70 compleanno.&amp;nbsp;Parliamo di quello che rimane, forse, il personaggio più conosciuto del Brasile. Uno che fuori dal Brasile ha giocato solo nei Cosmos di N.Y. Uno che oggi all'età delle medie sarebbe già la miniera d'oro di qualche club europeo.&lt;br /&gt;Si conclude dicendo "era un altro calcio". A fine carriera gli si rimproverò perfino di essere troppo venale per i tanti abbinamenti a marchi commerciali. Pensare che questo oggi accade per gente che ha ancora tutto da dimostrare. Lui i suoi 1281 goal li ha comunque fatti. In tre dei cinque mondiali brasiliani c'era pure lui. E, ad ascoltarlo con Elis Regina, non canta nemmeno troppo male. Auguri Edson Arantes do Nascimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/963rMhBMxG0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/963rMhBMxG0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1231277535241164212?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1231277535241164212/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1231277535241164212' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1231277535241164212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1231277535241164212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/10/70.html' title='70'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TMQe70aOyuI/AAAAAAAABYc/XLHtTF1HGec/s72-c/100211001637_pele1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4806250818069704890</id><published>2010-10-24T10:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:08:40.201+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In ogni lingua la parola usata per definire le farfalle risulta un'espressione colorata e musicale: farfalla, butterfly, papillon, mariposa, ecc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a parola portoghese Borboleta non è da meno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;object height="212" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7E-hM_Yv5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7E-hM_Yv5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As Borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; è il titolo di una breve composizione&amp;nbsp; poetica di Vinicius De Moraes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Riparto proprio da qui, dalle poesie e dalle canzoni per l’infanzia, per riprendere “il discorso” su Vinicius, per quel poco che queste paginette possono fare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As Borboletas è un testo semplicissimo, una di quelle poesiole da imparare all’asilo per prendere confidenza con i nomi dei colori, bianco, azzurro, giallo e nero.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vi propongo l’ascolto di questa versione musicata, a cui dobbiamo aggiungere la firma di Cid Campos, ed interpretata da Adriana Calcanhotto nel cd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2009/10/adriana-calcanhotto-adriana-partimpim.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adriana Partimpim 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. Ipnotica, affascinante e perfino vagamente inquietante, una versione "adulta" che mescola colori e una certa oscurità.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0564aa8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brancas, azuis, amarelas e pretas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brincam na luz as belas borboletas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Borboletas brancas São alegres e francas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Borboletas azuis Gostam muito de luz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As amarelinhas São tão bonitinhas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E as pretas, então . . . Oh, que escuridão!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4806250818069704890?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4806250818069704890/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4806250818069704890' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4806250818069704890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4806250818069704890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-ogni-lingua-la-parola-usata-per.html' title='As borboletas'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2482948500319089562</id><published>2010-10-16T09:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T09:20:09.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ero tentato dal titolo "Il grande Fred"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fred Martins - Tempo Afora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Composição: Fred Martins / Marcelo Diniz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="343" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeLBO91Uli0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeLBO91Uli0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Questo giovin signore sa scrivere canzoni: l’ha capito benissimo uno che se ne intende come Ney Matogrosso che, nei suoi ultimi dischi, ha più volte attinto dal canzoniere di &lt;a href="http://www.fredmartins.mus.br/"&gt;Fred Martins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guanabara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tempo Afora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; sono due album da prendere in considerazione. Oltretutto Fred sfoggia una bella faccia alla Simone Annicchiarico, non trovate anche voi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TLlPepy4DfI/AAAAAAAABYY/sjIQdClfjEg/s1600/Simone-Annicchiarico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TLlPepy4DfI/AAAAAAAABYY/sjIQdClfjEg/s200/Simone-Annicchiarico.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TLlPRvgp98I/AAAAAAAABYU/WhktMQ7iqZ8/s1600/fredmartins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TLlPRvgp98I/AAAAAAAABYU/WhktMQ7iqZ8/s200/fredmartins.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Qui sotto&lt;b&gt; Ney Matogrosso&lt;/b&gt; con &lt;b&gt;Pedro Luis e A Parede&lt;/b&gt; registrano &lt;i&gt;Tempo afora&lt;/i&gt; per il bellissimo &lt;i&gt;Vagabundo&lt;/i&gt; (2004), album che consiglio "ad alto volume" per riscaldare questo anticipo di inverno. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUGNR4WlYh8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUGNR4WlYh8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2482948500319089562?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2482948500319089562/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2482948500319089562' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2482948500319089562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2482948500319089562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/10/ero-tentato-dal-titolo-il-grande-fred.html' title='Ero tentato dal titolo &quot;Il grande Fred&quot;...'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TLlPepy4DfI/AAAAAAAABYY/sjIQdClfjEg/s72-c/Simone-Annicchiarico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1694842252071387030</id><published>2010-10-12T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:55:17.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amico mio e di tutti voi (che class!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come dicevo in questo periodo mi è quasi impossibile scrivere qualcosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ma oggi è la giornata dei bambini “O Dia da Criança” è come sempre mi piace ricordarlo. Sappiamo che ai bambini Vinicius ha dedicato delle bellissime poesie canzoni, che conosciamo anche nella versione italiana. In questo caso la canzone è di Bruno Lauzi, dall’album Johnny Bassotto, ma la dedica è pur sempre per Vinicius de Moraes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQ8wTCdZTag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQ8wTCdZTag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1694842252071387030?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1694842252071387030/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1694842252071387030' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1694842252071387030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1694842252071387030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/10/amico-mio-e-di-tutti-voi-che-class.html' title='Amico mio e di tutti voi (che class!)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-615686195719685455</id><published>2010-10-08T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:00:46.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi dispiace moltissimo quando non trovo il tempo per postare.</title><content type='html'>Almeno una canzone. Senza un perché nè un niente.&lt;br /&gt;Loro sono i Publica. L'album, del 2008,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Como num filme sem um film.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nsson9GcinY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nsson9GcinY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-615686195719685455?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/615686195719685455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=615686195719685455' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/615686195719685455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/615686195719685455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-dispiace-moltissimo-quando-non-trovo.html' title='Mi dispiace moltissimo quando non trovo il tempo per postare.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1570286057244947749</id><published>2010-09-25T20:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:14:15.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A proposito di case.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Il meccanismo di Glee è semplice, ma perfetto: quello che cantano i protagonisti, il testo della canzone, ha a che fare con quello che sta loro capitando e la cosa funziona piuttosto bene. Niente da dire, gli americani ci sanno fare: sanno inventare ottimi plot, svilupparli in sceneggiature impeccabili, sanno creare personaggi e sceglierne gli interpreti. E sanno scegliere le canzoni. Quello che potrebbe essere un talent alla “amici” diventa una perfetta fiction tv. Con una serie di cover davvero felici. Come nella 16 puntata (1^ serie) dal titolo “House”, incentrata su affetti e case, che ha come pezzo forte la cover di &lt;i&gt;A house is not a home&lt;/i&gt; (Burt Bacharach) &amp;nbsp;lanciata da Dionne Warwick e riproposta da un’infinita di altri interpreti (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDtQzuqtrtg"&gt;Sarah Vaughan&lt;/a&gt; tra le interpreti jazz) fino alla memorabile voce r&amp;amp;b di Luther Vandross. Buon weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxTKFGRsGJU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxTKFGRsGJU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luther Vandross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #666666; font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nOA9Fw8AZI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nOA9Fw8AZI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1570286057244947749?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1570286057244947749/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1570286057244947749' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1570286057244947749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1570286057244947749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/proposito-di-case.html' title='A proposito di case.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8752068943742212859</id><published>2010-09-21T14:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:05:00.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volesse il cielo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinicius De Moraes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sergio Bardotti'/><title type='text'>Incredibile, mi hanno ascoltato (almeno in parte).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;è&lt;/span&gt; vero, è scomparso il festivalbar, dall’Arena di Verona così come dalla piazza di Asiago dove si esibì, nel 1990, anche Mia Martini (proprio ieri, 20 settembre, il suo compleanno) in un pezzo di Enrico Ruggeri “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uX_S5Su630"&gt;Domani più su&lt;/a&gt;” (no occhiobuio, non si può, bisogna votarne una delle tre, piacciano o non piacciano).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E visto che ad X-Factor (ancora?) si cerca una nuova popstar italiana mi piacerebbe riascoltare &lt;i&gt;Al mondo&lt;/i&gt; di Mia Martini, dall’album &lt;i&gt;Sensi e Controsensi&lt;/i&gt; (1975). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5SG3lZdDk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5SG3lZdDk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nevruz ed Elio, astutamente, hanno pescato dal repertorio italiano confrontandosi subito con due voci micadaridere come Mina (&lt;i&gt;Se telefonando&lt;/i&gt;) e Demetrio Stratos (&lt;i&gt;Pugni chiusi&lt;/i&gt;). Penso che qualche ragazza, prima di scomparire tutte dalla scena, avrebbe potuto beneficiare di un brano così. L’album che si apre con &lt;i&gt;Al mondo&lt;/i&gt; si chiude con un po’ di brasile, visto che &lt;i&gt;Volesse il Cielo&lt;/i&gt; (un vero e proprio lied, introdotta dalla strumentale Sensi) porta la firma di Sergio Bardotti e Vinicius De Moraes. In questo caso, però, senza l’x-factor di Mia Martini&amp;nbsp; è meglio lasciar perdere (suggerisco a Tommassini di dimenticare per un attimo Madonna e ritrovare queste &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihH6W1BD_go&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;quattro sedie bianche&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Volesse il cielo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Sergio Bardotti -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinicius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;De Moraes)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9hR52JJTjg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9hR52JJTjg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mentre "mando in stampa" il post, mi giunge (non seguo le assegnazioni dei brani ma solo la puntata del martedì) la notizia che Nathalie canterà &lt;i&gt;Piccolo Uomo&lt;/i&gt; (lasciate fare ad Elio) grandissima canzone non si discute, scelta un po' ovvia, ma ci sta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8752068943742212859?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8752068943742212859/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8752068943742212859' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8752068943742212859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8752068943742212859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/incredibile-mi-hanno-ascoltato.html' title='Incredibile, mi hanno ascoltato (almeno in parte).'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-716485727286958931</id><published>2010-09-19T10:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:17:46.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giudicate il giudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Enrico Ruggeri, come capita a Chico Buarque, è un autore particolarmente ispirato dall’universo femminile. Ecco trovata l’affinità al mondo brasiliano, indispensabile per meritarsi una citazione nel blog. Fatta sta premessa veniamo al dunque.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;In un commento ho chiesto ad occhiobuio quale potrebbe essere la prima canzone di Ruggeri che ascolteremo dalla voce dei concorrenti di X-Factor, e in effetti “Il mare d’inverno” che suggerisce è una buona candidata (cantata nella seconda edizione anche da Daniele Magro). Nella stessa edizione, ma in finalissima, The Bastard Sons Of Dioniso “portarono” Contessa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Propongo allora un piccolo sondaggio. Quale tra queste hit del Ruggeri in Lozza bianchi indichereste ai concorrenti di X-Factor? Cliccate in alto a destra per il vostro voto. Push the botton!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Polvere (‘83)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;object height="212" width="250"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3Mj4GxgtMc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3Mj4GxgtMc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="250" height="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nuovo swing (‘84)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;object height="212" width="250"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzWLLJCDgdg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzWLLJCDgdg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="250" height="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rien Ne Va Plus (‘86)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;object height="212" width="250"&gt;&lt;paramname="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9PLdblfDPto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9PLdblfDPto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="250" height="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-716485727286958931?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/716485727286958931/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=716485727286958931' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/716485727286958931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/716485727286958931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/giudicate-il-giudice.html' title='Giudicate il giudice'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4186956959260084173</id><published>2010-09-18T08:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:49:36.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrico Ruggeri Day (visto che piove, seguiranno altri post)</title><content type='html'>A inizio anni ’80, Diana Est (notevole somiglianza con Federica Pellegrini) cantava Tenax e Le Louvre, entrambe con testi di &amp;nbsp;Enrico Ruggeri. In quest’ultima, prima di &lt;i&gt;Una notte al Museo 2&lt;/i&gt;, Ruggeri immagina la fuga dei capolavori dai musei, l’arte che si afferma sulla civiltà del banale. Qui Diana Est è al Festivalbar (scomparso da un paio d’anni) con il suo classico e ancora attualissimo stile peplum, stivale al ginocchio e gran taglio di capelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V8Kay_n_DA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V8Kay_n_DA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="300"height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4186956959260084173?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4186956959260084173/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4186956959260084173' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4186956959260084173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4186956959260084173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/enrico-ruggeri-day-visto-che-piove.html' title='Enrico Ruggeri Day (visto che piove, seguiranno altri post)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-624390718199178052</id><published>2010-09-17T20:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:18:38.612+02:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Fafactor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TJOwq0RteXI/AAAAAAAABYE/n7VwxF9q6tk/s1600/Immagine+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TJOwq0RteXI/AAAAAAAABYE/n7VwxF9q6tk/s320/Immagine+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Digitando X-Factor su youtube questo il primo (e unico) video che appare, in questo momento, nella colonna dei video sponsorizzati. Quando si parla di web-marketing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-624390718199178052?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/624390718199178052/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=624390718199178052' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/624390718199178052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/624390718199178052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/x-fafactor.html' title='X-Fafactor'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TJOwq0RteXI/AAAAAAAABYE/n7VwxF9q6tk/s72-c/Immagine+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6267266548290065903</id><published>2010-09-17T20:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:04:36.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poi non dite che non vi avevo avvertito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TJOtKSuyucI/AAAAAAAABX8/DRUoPRIPPrA/s1600/283628150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TJOtKSuyucI/AAAAAAAABX8/DRUoPRIPPrA/s200/283628150.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coerente con il motto "si può fare", Massimo Calearo è pronto a s&lt;a href="http://www.ilgiornaledivicenza.it/stories/Cronaca/183809_calearo_sta_valutando_se_votare_berlusconi/"&gt;ostenere Berlusconi&lt;/a&gt; e perfino a fare il &lt;a href="http://www.affaritaliani.it/politica/calearo170910.html"&gt;Ministro dello Sviluppo Economico&lt;/a&gt;. Come &lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2008/03/emblematico.html"&gt;dicevo&lt;/a&gt; era già tutto previsto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6267266548290065903?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6267266548290065903/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6267266548290065903' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6267266548290065903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6267266548290065903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/poi-non-dite-che-non-vi-avevo-avvertito.html' title='Poi non dite che non vi avevo avvertito'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TJOtKSuyucI/AAAAAAAABX8/DRUoPRIPPrA/s72-c/283628150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1640074380162726389</id><published>2010-09-08T14:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:26:50.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Siamo ufficialmente in Tilt”</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;L’ho sentita iersera nel finale di X-Factor. Penso la adotterò anche nel mio dizionario.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anche se la migliore rimane “in confronto a voi, Albano e Romina sembrano i Clash”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1640074380162726389?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1640074380162726389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1640074380162726389' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1640074380162726389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1640074380162726389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/siamo-ufficialmente-in-tilt.html' title='“Siamo ufficialmente in Tilt”'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-88993115796988452</id><published>2010-09-08T09:16:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:31:23.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post lungo, serve auto spaziosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TIc28P8999I/AAAAAAAABXs/_FWjpr0oEB8/s1600/1500L_pe2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TIc28P8999I/AAAAAAAABXs/_FWjpr0oEB8/s200/1500L_pe2c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In un &lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/visi-gialli-pastiglie-blu.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; di qualche giorno fa, potete ascoltare la deliziosa “Cosa hai messo nel caffè”. La voce è quella di &lt;a href="http://www.onolisa.com/english/index.html"&gt;Lisa Ono&lt;/a&gt;, cantante nippo-brasileira che le cronache danno sei mesi in brasile e sei mesi in giappone: ambasciatrice della bossa nel paese del sol levante, Lisa Ono è una giramondo che ha suonato con un bel po’ di gente, da Jobim e LittleTony. L’autore del brano è Riccardo Del Turco, di cui tutti abbiamo cantacchiato &lt;i&gt;luglio col bene che ti voglio&lt;/i&gt;. Nella logica del “un post tira l’altro”, da Riccardo torniamo al Brasile, precisamente a quel Adoniran Barbosa di cui si festeggiano i &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0JgTpdCDm8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 anni&lt;/a&gt; dalla nascita. Proprio a Del Turco si deve, infatti, la versione italiana di un superclassico di Adoniran, quel “Trem das Onze” che tutti conosciamo come “Figlio unico”. Del Turco, o chi per lui, ha aggiunto quel coretto che suona così napoletano e che fa “pascalino du, pascalino du, pascalino du”, talmente indovinato da rimbalzare in molte versioni brasiliane (qualcuno sosterrà siano stati i Demônios da Garoa, che inciserò il brano nello stesso anno, il 1966, ma voglio pensare sia stato Del Turco).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria Gadu ha il merito di arrivare al nocciolo amaro di una canzone allegra, in grado di trascinare tutti nel coretto. Anche al piano di Bollani questo figlio unico, suono molto malinconico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come in altre occasioni propongo infine la versione da “concerto in automobile”, ambiente in cui la musica può ancora esprimere il suo livello più alto. Sarà perchè la mia formazione musicale viene dai viaggi con papà in Fiat 1500L, cantando “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9JJMCFanrA"&gt;La mia canzone al vento&lt;/a&gt;” di Cherubini-Bixio, anno 1939. Qualcosa che per papà, classe 1918, doveva suonare molto pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riccardo Del Turco, Canzonissima 1968&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqOGKVP5cCQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqOGKVP5cCQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maria Gadu, dal vivo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng6Zb2UbKjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng6Zb2UbKjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stefano Bollani, dal vivo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTj4APcnu7s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTj4APcnu7s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Versione per autoradio e passeggeri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWAX70f1cG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWAX70f1cG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-88993115796988452?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/88993115796988452/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=88993115796988452' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/88993115796988452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/88993115796988452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-un-post-di-qualche-giorno-fa-potete.html' title='Post lungo, serve auto spaziosa.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TIc28P8999I/AAAAAAAABXs/_FWjpr0oEB8/s72-c/1500L_pe2c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-9059419954011523301</id><published>2010-09-07T08:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:16:29.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me hear your body talk</title><content type='html'>Ho trovato molto bella la versione party nello spot jaegermeister (Goldfrapp version).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parlo di Physical, canzone manifesto degli anni ’80. Di anni, adesso, ne sono passati trenta e mi pare che il manifesto sia ancora appeso. Questa la versione di Glee, con la partecipazione straordinaria della over 60 Olivia Newton-John.&amp;nbsp;Dopo l’abbandono di Grey’s Anatomy, Glee (che riparte il 15 settembre), Mad Man e Lie to Me, rimangono le serie tv nel mio personale palinsesto.&amp;nbsp;Al Festival della Mente di Sarzana si è parlato anche della fiction come nuova forma di romanzo, tesi di cui si dibatte da tempo. Se recuperate il Corriere di domenica 5 settembre, ne parla Ida Bozzi nella pagina dei libri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3w4EnuPMK9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/3w4EnuPMK9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="300"height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQ_5RocJHWw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess"value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQ_5RocJHWw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="300"height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-9059419954011523301?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/9059419954011523301/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=9059419954011523301' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/9059419954011523301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/9059419954011523301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-hear-your-body-talk.html' title='Let me hear your body talk'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4934387883352645534</id><published>2010-09-06T07:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:52:55.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's calcio, baby"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Miss Brasil 2010 è la nuova fidanzata di Pato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TISA-N3NO4I/AAAAAAAABXU/fYjd1ldvXWg/s1600/PATO.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TISA-N3NO4I/AAAAAAAABXU/fYjd1ldvXWg/s200/PATO.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TISArD2ObwI/AAAAAAAABXM/AmqAbWiZON8/s1600/VB_UNI10_0547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TISArD2ObwI/AAAAAAAABXM/AmqAbWiZON8/s320/VB_UNI10_0547.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4934387883352645534?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4934387883352645534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4934387883352645534' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4934387883352645534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4934387883352645534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-calcio-baby.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s calcio, baby&quot;'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TISA-N3NO4I/AAAAAAAABXU/fYjd1ldvXWg/s72-c/PATO.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2173047822991511762</id><published>2010-09-05T08:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:41:52.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rigoletto non c'è. Ma c'è la cremeria.</title><content type='html'>Certo per incollare alle tv di 148 paesi 1 miliardo di persone ci vuole Messi o almeno Placido Domingo. Rigoletto a Mantova è un grande spettacolo, immagino un lavoraccio complicatissimo, con un esito televisivo direi perfettamente riuscito. Al di là dei tanti meriti resta il fatto che quello di Domingo è davvero un Rigoletto imbarazzante, oltre ogni comprensibile esigenza di marketing, con il risultato di snaturare totalmente uno dei più bei ruoli del teatro lirico. Un Rigoletto senza Rigoletto: un po’ come il goal di Cassano nella fantozziana diretta Rai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mtjz1J9HAZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mtjz1J9HAZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2173047822991511762?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2173047822991511762/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2173047822991511762' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2173047822991511762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2173047822991511762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/rigoletto-non-ce-ma-ce-la-cremeria.html' title='Rigoletto non c&apos;è. Ma c&apos;è la cremeria.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7493301308303707294</id><published>2010-09-05T07:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T07:33:45.012+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Discorso, discorso..."</title><content type='html'>Mi è capitato di vedere il nuovo TG di Mentana su la 7. Mi è capitato di sentire che oggi, in diretta dalle 18.30, il nuovo TG  di Mentana seguirà “l’attesissimo” discorso di Fini dalla Festa di Mirabello. A parte l’idea di un partito che meno di un mese fa nemmeno esisteva e oggi è già in festa, buon per loro, posso dirvi che di quello che dirà oggi Fini, stando all’enfasi di Mentana qualcosa di definitivo per le nostre sorti patrie, non me ne frega assolutamente un cazzo? Concludo dicendo che a Luisella manca purtroppo l'inconsapevolezza dell’esser bella, da cui deriva il fascino assoluto. Altrimenti sarebbe perfetta. Buona domenica. (anche oggi l’ascolto proposto è assolutamente svicolato dal contenuto del post è arriva da “De Bem com a Vida”, album in cui Alberto Rosenblit, autore di diverse colonne sonore delle novelas di Rete Globo, duetta con un sacco di bella gente. Bello vederlo con Zelia Duncan mentre studiano la canzone “Beco das Garrafas” dedicata ad una delle strade dove è nato il genere e il mito della bossa nova).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-Y1hE-LrpQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-Y1hE-LrpQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7493301308303707294?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7493301308303707294/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7493301308303707294' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7493301308303707294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7493301308303707294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/discorso-discorso.html' title='&quot;Discorso, discorso...&quot;'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2946742098488906588</id><published>2010-09-03T23:06:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:46:16.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>F7</title><content type='html'>Quando non si ha niente di particolare da dire meglio ascoltarsi una canzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vitor ramil e marcos suzano_ a zero por hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzD9eSqd668?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzD9eSqd668?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2946742098488906588?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2946742098488906588/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2946742098488906588' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2946742098488906588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2946742098488906588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-non-si-ha-niente-di-particolare.html' title='F7'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1776929618973930666</id><published>2010-08-31T22:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:21:13.921+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visi gialli, pastiglie blu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TH1h-n3lotI/AAAAAAAABW8/-00rE4_EN64/s1600/Immagine+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TH1h-n3lotI/AAAAAAAABW8/-00rE4_EN64/s320/Immagine+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511669247453274834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’art lo puoi fare in qualsiasi lingua, il copy nella tua.&lt;br /&gt;Per questo, rispetto ai colleghi art, noi copy ci sentiamo per un verso più limitati, per un altro più al sicuro. “Mica verranno i copy cinesi a toglierci il lavoro”: questa la più scontata delle conclusioni. Che è diventata invece realtà, come potete leggere nell’annuncio qui sopra. Possiamo consolarci pensando che va ancora peggio ai "fluffer", stimati professionisti nel campo cinematografico, cui spettava il compito meccanico di scaldare gli attori dietro le quinte dei film porno, tristemente e pericolosamente sostituiti dalla chimica di una pastiglia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0c65aFxixxM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0c65aFxixxM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1776929618973930666?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1776929618973930666/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1776929618973930666' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1776929618973930666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1776929618973930666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/visi-gialli-pastiglie-blu.html' title='Visi gialli, pastiglie blu.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TH1h-n3lotI/AAAAAAAABW8/-00rE4_EN64/s72-c/Immagine+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-554958430919334867</id><published>2010-08-23T22:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:08:40.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosa mi passa per il gulliver...</title><content type='html'>The Washington Post March, sarà pure una simpatica marcetta patriottica, perfetta nel contesto di tanti film USA. Ora però, ad ascoltarla e riascoltarla negli spot di CheBanca! mi fa uno strano effetto. Riesco solo a pensare ad un gruppo di persone che, con la bombetta in testa o la maschera di qualche presidente (da Nixon al Berlusca, fate voi) entra in banca a riprendersi i soldi. &lt;br /&gt;Solo i drughi sapevano scegliere colonne sonore così trascinanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3lsPGrhSaw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3lsPGrhSaw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-554958430919334867?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/554958430919334867/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=554958430919334867' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/554958430919334867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/554958430919334867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/cosa-mi-passa-per-il-gulliver.html' title='Cosa mi passa per il gulliver...'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4803808450751402917</id><published>2010-08-21T07:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:10:38.452+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that knocking at my door?</title><content type='html'>Compro il giornale un giorno sì, l’altro no: sono diventato un lettore lento e per leggere ciò che mi interessa mi ci vogliono almeno un paio di giorni, quindi... &lt;br /&gt;Sul Corriere di giovedì 19 agosto leggo che (pagina 9 “Berlusconi alla prova della verità” di Paola Di Caro), anche in vista di possibili elezioni, piace la proposta del ministro Brunetta di  organizzare sul territorio un’Operazione verità che riguardi il governo, il premier e i suoi avversari, da portare avanti con tutti i mezzi possibili, internet, feste di partito, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;porta a porta&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Leggo sul corriere.it (e penso sul giornale di oggi) che il Pd è pronto per arrivare &lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it/politica/10_agosto_20/bersani-porta%20a%20porta_28dfd806-ac7c-11df-9663-00144f02aabe.shtml"&gt;porta a porta&lt;/a&gt;. Ho capito che, anche ‘sta volta, le elezioni le vince Bruno Vespa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWNUvRT7XLc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWNUvRT7XLc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4803808450751402917?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4803808450751402917/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4803808450751402917' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4803808450751402917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4803808450751402917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-that-knocking-at-my-door.html' title='Who&apos;s that knocking at my door?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-783763842195698093</id><published>2010-08-20T22:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:04:35.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The magid pad (non quello a cui pensate subito)</title><content type='html'>Qui la memoria un po’ mi tradisce. Ma credo sia stato proprio con Florinda Bolkan che, da ragazzini, abbiamo sentito parlare per la prima volta di omosessualità femminile, tant’è che di tanti termini a noi noti per quella maschile, solo la parola lesbica definiva l’attrazione tra donna e donna. Una sola parola che suscitava emozioni e reazioni così diverse, dalla curiosità ad una sorta di  paura, alla difficoltà di capire come funzionassero esattamente le cose. Un mistero, che Florinda Bolkan incarnava alla perfezione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8a7bd17" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Di “Metti una sera a cena”, classico titolo che ti frulla in testa, non ho visto nulla, se non le scene recuperate su youtube, a partire ovviamente dal &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-t2sMxB5kI&amp;feature=related"&gt;triangolo Bolkan- Musante-Capolicchio&lt;/a&gt;: scena in cui appare anche un must dei nostri (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7k3FRCIDbco&amp;feature=related"&gt;e non solo&lt;/a&gt;) giochi d’infanzia, quella Lavagna Magica presente anche in una scena di Toy Story. Scopro che ulteriore motivo di interesse per questo film sia il montaggio di Franco Arcalli (quante cose mi mancano). Conoscevo invece il brano dalla colonna sonora di Morricone annoverato nel genere bossanova. Mi metto alla ricerca del film e scusate se il post ha messo insieme di tutto, come certi cocktail fatti in casa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-783763842195698093?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/783763842195698093/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=783763842195698093' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/783763842195698093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/783763842195698093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/magid-pad-non-quello-cui-pensate-subito.html' title='The magid pad (non quello a cui pensate subito)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3410452077533811088</id><published>2010-08-17T15:08:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:14:37.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nebbie e lumache, ma finalmente è primavera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TGqMeoOW4_I/AAAAAAAABWc/GHAh6hp8_GU/s1600/capa-blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TGqMeoOW4_I/AAAAAAAABWc/GHAh6hp8_GU/s200/capa-blog1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506367952235455474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con il ferragosto ad anticipare il prossimo autunno, nebbie e lumache ad attraversarmi la strada, mi son trovato a pensare come, oltreoceano, l’inverno sarà tra poco cosa passata e sarà di nuovo primavera, la stagione degli innamorati. &lt;br /&gt;“Vamos falar de amor. Somente de amor” così attacca Tim Maia nel brano scritto da Cassiano e Silvio Rochael, che qui sotto ascoltate nella versione del grande soulman brasiliano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4a54ec9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelli che allego sono invece un paio di video dei &lt;a href="http://www.patofu.com.br/"&gt;Pato Fu&lt;/a&gt;, relativi al loro ultimo disco Música de Brinquedo (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Stesso spirito leggero dei precedenti album, ma con maniacale attenzione a ogni dettaglio sonoro; ancora una volta un disco suonato con i giocattoli dei figli e con l'indispensabile voce di Fernanda Takai. Quello che davvero mi piace del disco e dei relativi video è quanto gli adulti si divertano a fare i bambini e quanto i bambini si divertano a  fare gli adulti, trovandosi tutti insieme in quel perfetto spazio da vivere e condividere (direi allora da condi-vivere) che è la musica.  &lt;br /&gt;Fa notizia, oltre che piacere, scoprire che la rivista &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/musicgoesglobal/na/mbest.html"&gt;Time&lt;/a&gt; include i Pato Fu tra le 10 miglior band (non USA) del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xTXnh1sNo0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xTXnh1sNo0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tnt5BNdLQf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tnt5BNdLQf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3410452077533811088?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3410452077533811088/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3410452077533811088' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3410452077533811088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3410452077533811088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/con-il-ferragosto-ad-anticipare-il.html' title='Nebbie e lumache, ma finalmente è primavera!'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TGqMeoOW4_I/AAAAAAAABWc/GHAh6hp8_GU/s72-c/capa-blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4201634124361441042</id><published>2010-08-14T22:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:09:37.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloccati</title><content type='html'>Ferragosto a casa. Non è la prima volta, non si sta poi male, non vorrei però diventasse un’abitudine. Certo non fossi bloccato dalla schiena, se per casa non circolassero certi colpi di tosse, se fuori non ci fosse la nebbia, se non mi fossi costretto a leggere un libro che “fondamentalmente” mi annoia, se non avessi pagato una follia di imposte rifiuti... Fate conto che questa mattina mi sono comprato un piumino! In sottofondo l’ultimo disco di Nina Becker che poi sono due, come i colori scelti per il titolo, Azul e Vermelho. Ma per Ferragosto, mentre aspetto di mettere il cerotto sulla schiena e dormire sul fianco che non mi fa male (quello su cui dormivo una volta, quando il letto era orientato diversamente) scelgo qualcosa veramente speciale, che mi dispiace rischi di passare inascoltato in questo periodo di minori contatti. Il trio è davvero formidabile per la voce di Mel Tormé che avrei voluto come mio insegnante di canto, per il piano di George Shearing di cui mi sono sempre compiaciuto, per l’orchestra (ed il sax) di Gerry Mulligan. Classe, leggerezza, divertimento fanno di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Classic Concert Live&lt;/span&gt;, un vero classic, che diventa perfezione quando l’autore del brano è Tom Jobim (Wave + Agua de Beber). &lt;br /&gt;Buon festa dell’Assunta, buon picnic e attenti a prendere &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-RacTQqxvA"&gt;l’ascensore&lt;/a&gt; se il palazzo si è svuotato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqO4IVMQ9gQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqO4IVMQ9gQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4201634124361441042?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4201634124361441042/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4201634124361441042' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4201634124361441042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4201634124361441042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/bloccati.html' title='Bloccati'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4710838609346372139</id><published>2010-08-07T16:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:16:27.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono</title><content type='html'>In un periodo vacanziero mi sembra inevitabile che i post prendano una piega (apparentemente) più leggera. Troppi giorni così simili l’uno all’altro e per un periodo così prolungato ti fanno sentire come Bill Murray nel giorno della marmotta. Suona la sveglia e sai già tutto il copione a memoria: hai voglia a trovare delle varianti! Non ti resta che scavare ed approfondire cercando di ottenere il meglio dalle relazioni con gli altri che, per quanto ripetitive, offrono sempre qualcosa per cui vale la pena risvegliarsi. Colonna sonora imprescindibile Bono, mica quello del Comunale di iersera, ma il Sonny di “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNdzb7e1ppI"&gt;I Got You Babe&lt;/a&gt;” quello che ha &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hezieLQOMzU"&gt;prestato il pezzo&lt;/a&gt; d’esordio alla venexiana &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkWRKfE6fbY"&gt;Nicoletta&lt;/a&gt;. E per chi ama l’ukulele, come amava &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9X1cQFQPeU"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/a&gt;, imperdibile la versione in falsetto di &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH_eBsJkIKI"&gt;Tiny Tim&lt;/a&gt;, uno capace di morire sul palco durante uno show all’Ukulele Hall of Fame, un po’ come se Fabio Grosso fosse morto tirando il rigore ai mondiali di Berlino 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZbtAFq7dP8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZbtAFq7dP8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4710838609346372139?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4710838609346372139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4710838609346372139' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4710838609346372139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4710838609346372139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/bono.html' title='Bono'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3614358832167672251</id><published>2010-08-06T17:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:40:40.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da che parte stare?</title><content type='html'>Altro che disputa Berlusconi/Fini …ci vogliono ben altre questioni per mettermi in difficoltà. Ad esempio uno scontro come questo,  tra &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3enBgAZx98"&gt;le mamme tirate per una serata disco&lt;/a&gt; al villaggio (ma pur sempre rassicuranti) e &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exMDAsh_eIA"&gt;le figlie di successo globalizzate&lt;/a&gt;, sponsorizzate dai frullatori girmi e a loro modo un po’ inquietanti. Dovendo scegliere che dite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3614358832167672251?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3614358832167672251/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3614358832167672251' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3614358832167672251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3614358832167672251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/da-che-parte-stare.html' title='Da che parte stare?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-7891650282003641764</id><published>2010-08-01T08:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:24:02.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Che giri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TFUdkAAR2lI/AAAAAAAABWE/Tl5bIYMku68/s1600/ambra-borelli-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TFUdkAAR2lI/AAAAAAAABWE/Tl5bIYMku68/s320/ambra-borelli-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500335024216595026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente lo sapete già tutti e io sono l’ultimo a saperlo (oltretutto per caso) ma &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op7T_mfzYXQ"&gt;Il Paradiso di Patty Pravo&lt;/a&gt; è, in sostanza, la cover di una cover. &lt;br /&gt;A Patty, il pezzo di Battisti/Mogol viene proposto dopo il successo della versione inglese, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foTwWg1CyWU"&gt;(If Paradise Is) Half as Nice&lt;/a&gt; cantata dagli Amen Corner arrivata niente meno che al 1 posto della UK Singles Chart. Ma a loro volta gli inglesi vi arrivano dopo la prima versione italiana, finalmente l’originale, cantata e incisa con modesto successo da Ambra Borelli, in arte &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ3mK0TsAng"&gt;Ragazza77&lt;/a&gt;, "madrina" del beat italiano. Come ci sono arrivato? Semplice cercando notizie sulla cover italiana cantata da Patty Pravo di un brano cantato da Maria Bethania. La canzone, che in portoghese fa Ambar, in italiano diventa Ambra, e digitando su google le parole chiave della ricerca, da Ambra titolo arrivo ad Ambra Borelli e a tutta la storia di cui sopra. &lt;br /&gt;Finisce così che de Il Paradiso ho potuto trovare e linkare tutte le versioni, mentre di Ambar mi devo fermare alla versione brasiliana, non trovando l’audio di quella italiana. &lt;br /&gt;L’interpretazione, come dicevo, è quella di Maria Bethania, l’inspirazione è quella di Adriana Calcanhoto autrice di parole e musica, la traduzione letterale di Max de Tomassi che ha scritto anche l’&lt;a href="http://www.angolotesti.it/P/testi_canzoni_patty_pravo_3517/testo_canzone_ambra_130918.html"&gt;adattamento italian&lt;/a&gt;o per la versione di Patty Pravo. Se mi avete seguito fin qui, siete stati davvero bravi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Aduf5JGCNQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Aduf5JGCNQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Âmbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Bethânia&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tá tudo aceso em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;È tutto acceso in me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tá tudo assim tão claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tutto così chiaro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tá tudo brilhando em mim  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;risplende tutto dentro di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tudo ligado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tutto collegato &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Como se eu fosse um morro iluminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;come se io fossi un colle illuminato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por um âmbar elétrico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;da un ambra elettrica&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que vazasse dos prédios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;che uscisse fuori dalle case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E banhasse a Lagoa até São Conrado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;e bagnasse la Lagoa fino a San Conrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E ganhasse as Canoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fino a Canoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aqui do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Qui dall’altra parte  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tudo plugado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;è tutto inserito, tutto collegato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tudo me ardendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mi brucia tutto dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tá tudo assim queimando em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sento esplodere tutto in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Como salva de fogos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;come un lancio di fuochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desde que sim eu vim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;da quando sono arrivata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Morar nos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ad abitare nei tuoi occh&lt;/span&gt;i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-7891650282003641764?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/7891650282003641764/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=7891650282003641764' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7891650282003641764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/7891650282003641764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/08/che-giri.html' title='Che giri!'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TFUdkAAR2lI/AAAAAAAABWE/Tl5bIYMku68/s72-c/ambra-borelli-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8817189988226535022</id><published>2010-07-30T20:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:22:09.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benito di paula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retalhos de cetim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(me amigo) charlie brown'/><title type='text'>Meu amigo Onan</title><content type='html'>Per farmi perdonare da onanrecords un lungo pistolotto su samba e sambodromi, vorrei accettasse la dedica di questi due pezzi tra cui il celeberrimo (Meu Amigo) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt; che ha ispirato il titolo del post di freddynietzsche. &lt;br /&gt;Autore, e in questo caso interprete, è Benito di Paula, signore che veleggia sui settanta, ispiratore di un samba dagli arrangiamenti romantici, intessuti sulle note del suo piano. Umile quanto grande, Benito di Paula è un personaggio che ha avuto il coraggio di inserire nella suo primo album, anno 1971, "Apesar de Você" di Chico Buarque che gli costò la censura del disco (e parliamo dei militari, mica del feroce Berlusconi). Anche questo è samba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Retalhos de Cetim&lt;/span&gt; (Ritagli di raso), titolo tante grande quanto malinconico, fa evidentemente riferimento ai pezzi di stoffa che rimangono a terra dopo aver tagliato e tessuto il proprio vestito di carnevale. La gente canta e l’autore si immagona.  &lt;br /&gt;Meglio allora chiudere con la canzone in cui Di Paula immagina di illustrare a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;  le grandezze del Brasile, dalla poesia di Vinicius de Moraes alla curva del Flamengo, passando ovviamente per “il nostro carnevale”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Meu amigo) Charlie Brown ad opera di un duo belga (e sottolineo belga) è finito poi nel classico Disco Samba dei trenini di capodanno: ma qui siamo davvero fuori del samba e di ogni sambodromo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Xy7EDoYgeY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Xy7EDoYgeY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SWpT5t90-s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SWpT5t90-s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8817189988226535022?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8817189988226535022/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8817189988226535022' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8817189988226535022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8817189988226535022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/meu-amigo-onan.html' title='Meu amigo Onan'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2893036235571449642</id><published>2010-07-20T23:52:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:03:27.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Falando serio”, e parlo sul serio anch’io.</title><content type='html'>“Da un certo punto in poi” fare le cose per cui non sembravo portato è diventato per me un imperativo impellente quanto divertente. Da non sportivo, più volte insufficiente in ginnastica, refrattario a capriole ed altre evoluzioni ginniche, impedito sullo sci, mi sono tolto qualche soddisfazione agonistica. Ora vorrei cantare o meglio “riuscire a cantare”  superando una sorta di blocco che da qualche tempo frena le mie corde vocali. Vorrei cantare le cose più pop, come qualsiasi provinatore di x-factor, farmi una scaletta con i brani più improbabili e melensi e non è detto che per raggiungere questo scopo non mi metta a studiare seriamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo luglio e il prossimo agosto sono i classici mesi delle sagre estive, tutte costine e revival musicali. È proprio in occasioni come queste che, tra una motocicletta 10 hp e un io vagabondo, tra una peperonata e un rabosello, salirei sul palco per far abbracciare le coppie in uno straordinario pezzo da mattonella come questa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Falando serio&lt;/span&gt;, perfetta “per le coppie con qualche piccolo rancore” secondo la splendida definizione di Max De Tomassi a cui ricorro per la traduzione. L’interprete del brano è Roberto Carlos, mentre gli autori sono Mauricio Duboc e  Carlos Colla, quest’ultimo avvocato (tra ingegneri, psichiatri e avvocati anche in brasile bisognerebbe fare la conta dei professionisti vocati alla canzone) e per un certo periodo compagno di una miss brasilana, Marisa Fully Coelho sfortunatamente scomparsa in un incidente stradale (“a única Miss Brasil Universo falecida” come leggo nella pagina di wikipedia).&lt;br /&gt;Ma tornando alla nostra festa d’estate potrei salire sul palco con una partner e cantare &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Falando serio&lt;/span&gt; con la biondissima e fisicatissima &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwgnp08AmeI&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=898D1E18EBF2296D&amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;playnext=1&amp;index=2"&gt;Claudia Leitte&lt;/a&gt; (che con i Babado Novo ne aveva fatto anche una tremenda versione axé) o meglio ancora con una delle tante ragazze che su youtube lasciano la loro romantica versione voce e chitarra. In fondo anche nel mio petto continua a battere un’animo da &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIgg9LTJmbM&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;ragazzina&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxYfIwenRBU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxYfIwenRBU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Falando sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mauricio Duboc e  Carlos Colla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parlando seriamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;É bem melhor você parar com essas coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;È molto meglio che la pianti con queste cose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De olhar pra mim com olhos de promessas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guardarmi con uno sguardo che promette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depois sorrir como quem nada quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E poi sorridere come chi fa finta di nulla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Você não sabe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tu non lo sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mas é que eu tenho cicatrizes que a vida fez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ma io porto le cicatrici che la vita mi ha dato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E tenho medo de fazer planos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ed ho paura di fare dei piani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De tentar e sofrer outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Di provarci e soffrire un’altra volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Falando sério &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parlando seriamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu não queria ter você por um programa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Io non vorrei averti soltanto per un incontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E apenas ser mais um em sua cama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ed essere un altro ancora nel tuo letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por uma noite apenas e nada mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Solo per una notte e niente più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Falando sério &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parlando seriamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Entre nós dois tinha que haver mais sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tra noi due dovrebbe esserci più sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Não quero seu amor por um momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Non voglio il tuo amore per un momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E ter a vida inteira pra me arrepender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E passare tutta la vita a pentirmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2893036235571449642?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2893036235571449642/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2893036235571449642' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2893036235571449642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2893036235571449642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/falando-serio-e-parlo-sul-serio-anchio.html' title='“Falando serio”, e parlo sul serio anch’io.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5242263366586692434</id><published>2010-07-12T16:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:34:29.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perché stamattina avremmo dovuto comprare la Gazzetta (come quattro anni fa per la vittoria dell’Italia).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TDs0xAHH3hI/AAAAAAAABVs/jtkX4yOqiK8/s1600/prima_pagina_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TDs0xAHH3hI/AAAAAAAABVs/jtkX4yOqiK8/s200/prima_pagina_grande.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493042186956561938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfogliando il giornale sull’iPad ci perderemo il piacere di conservare, scordare, far ingiallire e ritrovare le pagine dei giornali che in qualche modo hanno segnato la nostra vita, magari solo come tifosi o spettatori.   &lt;br /&gt;E' vero che una cosa (l’iPad) non elimina l’altra (il leggere o comprare il giornale) ma il rischio è forte, se non altro perché la comodità ci rende più pigri di quello che già siamo. Forse sarà possibile memorizzare quella pagina sull’iPad ma purtroppo, se non per la grafica, non cambierà odore né colore, non invecchierà con noi, restando per sempre simile a se stessa. E nessuno avrà il piacere di ritrovarla in una qualche cantina, malandata e maleodorante, ma piena del piacere di un tuffo nel passato. Condannato ad una eterna attualità, mentre le notizie invecchieranno sempre più in fretta, il loro supporto resterà immutato senza assumere quella sfumatura di grigio che rende tanti uomini maturi più affascinanti di quanto siano stati da giovani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5242263366586692434?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5242263366586692434/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5242263366586692434' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5242263366586692434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5242263366586692434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/perche-stamattina-avremmo-dovuto.html' title='Perché stamattina avremmo dovuto comprare la Gazzetta (come quattro anni fa per la vittoria dell’Italia).'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TDs0xAHH3hI/AAAAAAAABVs/jtkX4yOqiK8/s72-c/prima_pagina_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8714664365078466630</id><published>2010-07-11T18:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:25:24.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Dai Karagounis, don't make signal ti devo dare il giallo cazzo”</title><content type='html'>Questa sera spagnoli e olandesi tiferanno per le loro nazionali, mentre il resto del mondo simpatizzerà per l’una o l’altra squadra. Parliamo di qualche centinaia di milioni di persone che seguiranno la partita ovunque avranno possibilità di farlo.&lt;br /&gt;Eppure un ristretto numero di persone, si potranno contare forse sulle dita di due mani, tiferanno per l’arbitro: parlo ovviamente dei famigliari e amici di Mr Howard Webb, pronti a guardare la partita con una tensione del tutto particolare. Questo insolito quanto coinvolgente punto di vista è uno degli aspetti raccontati da uno straordinario docu-film appena trasmesso su Italia 1, film che ha l’ulteriore merito di avermi fatto sopportare la calura pomeridiana (e il climatizzatore fuori uso) per un paio di orette.&lt;br /&gt;Il film in questione è Kill the Referee (Les Arbitres)  e racconta le vicende degli arbitri impegnati nella direzione delle partite degli Europei 2008. Il film “intercetta” le conversazioni tra la terna ed il quarto uomo, il botta e risposta con i giocatori in campo, gli arbitri nel post partita, negli spogliatoi e perfino nel ritorno a casa. Come avviene proprio per l’arbitro protagonista della odierna finale, l’inglese Howard Webb, oggetto nel 2008 di minaccie da parte dei tifosi polacchi dopo l’arbitraggio della partita Austria Polonia. Davvero un film notevole che in parte mi ripaga della cattiva visione di questi mondiali (poco pathos, poche partite viste, oltretutto in low-definition). Quella che segue è la prima parte del film che a pezzi, potete vedere anche su youtube. Straordinario l’arbitro svizzero Massimo Busacca nel siparietto con Karagounis. Ciao e buona finale a tutti! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-1geewIfYU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-1geewIfYU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8714664365078466630?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8714664365078466630/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8714664365078466630' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8714664365078466630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8714664365078466630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/dai-karagounis-dont-make-signal-devo.html' title='“Dai Karagounis, don&apos;t make signal ti devo dare il giallo cazzo”'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-790060794137732425</id><published>2010-07-10T12:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:06:23.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Bianco, rosso, verdeoro” (se è libero, pretendo il copyright su questo titolo che potrebbe essere il nome di questo blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passione&lt;/span&gt;, telenovela in onda alle ore 20 su Globo TV propone un’ottima sigla d’apertura sia per il pezzo di Lenine sia per la qualità dell’idea grafica e della sua realizzazione. Ma la colonna sonora di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passione&lt;/span&gt; (la cui storia è in parte ambientata in Italia) contiene un altro motivo di interesse, ovvero il brano italiano “Notizia di te” interpretato da Bungaro e dietro il quale si “cela” la firma del sempre più sorprendente Max De Tomassi, ormai lanciato in queste felici collaborazioni “bianco rosso verdeoro”. È possibile guardare &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passione&lt;/span&gt; registrandosi sul sito di &lt;a href="http://passione.globo.com/"&gt;rede globo&lt;/a&gt; recuperando le puntate dal menù “capitulos”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigla di apertura di “Passione”  (Rede Globo 2010) senza crediti e con testo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpPzlIOuD2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpPzlIOuD2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungaro “Notizia di te”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ia1dZbLGT6I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ia1dZbLGT6I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-790060794137732425?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/790060794137732425/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=790060794137732425' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/790060794137732425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/790060794137732425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/bianco-rosso-verdeoro-se-e-libero.html' title='“Bianco, rosso, verdeoro” (se è libero, pretendo il copyright su questo titolo che potrebbe essere il nome di questo blog)'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6375858264433297266</id><published>2010-07-06T17:51:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:07:35.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uruguay, perchè no?</title><content type='html'>L'Olanda calcistica gode in Italia di una certa simpatia e più di ogni altra squadra vanta un grosso credito nei confronti del calcio mondiale, fin dagli ormai lontani anni '70.  L'Uruguay poi, per la vicenda del mondiale vinto in casa del Brasile nel 1950, non credo sia vista con particolare affetto dai tifosi brasiliani, pur essendo l'ultima squadra rimasta a rappresentare il sudamerica. Però un po' di tifo per questo Uruguay mi sento di farlo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non centra nulla con la partita di stasera, ma in questi giorni mi è capitato di imbattermi in questi versi di Mario Benedetti (letti da Darío Grandinetti), poeta uruguaiano morto un anno fa.  Postare poesie fa molto blog. Dovrei aggiungere alla grafica un po' di stelline....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdevklO0ZDg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdevklO0ZDg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non restare immobile&lt;br /&gt;sul bordo della strada&lt;br /&gt;non congelare il giubilo&lt;br /&gt;non amare con noia&lt;br /&gt;non ti salvare adesso&lt;br /&gt;ne mai&lt;br /&gt;non ti salvare&lt;br /&gt;non ti riempire di calma&lt;br /&gt;non riservarti del mondo&lt;br /&gt;solo un angolo tranquillo&lt;br /&gt;non lasciar cadere le palpebre&lt;br /&gt;pesanti come giudizi&lt;br /&gt;non restare senza labbra&lt;br /&gt;non ti addormentare senza sonno&lt;br /&gt;non pensarti senza sangue&lt;br /&gt;non giudicarti senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma se&lt;br /&gt;malgrado tutto&lt;br /&gt;non puoi evitarlo&lt;br /&gt;e congeli  il giubilo&lt;br /&gt;e ami con malavoglia&lt;br /&gt;e ti salvi adesso&lt;br /&gt;e ti riempi di calma&lt;br /&gt;e riservi del mondo&lt;br /&gt;solo un angolo tranquillo&lt;br /&gt;e lasci cadere le palpebre&lt;br /&gt;pesanti come giudizi&lt;br /&gt;e ti asciughi senza labbra&lt;br /&gt;e ti addormenti senza sonno&lt;br /&gt;e ti pensi senza sangue&lt;br /&gt;e ti giudichi senza tempo&lt;br /&gt;e resti immobile&lt;br /&gt;sul bordo della strada&lt;br /&gt;e ti salvi&lt;br /&gt; allora&lt;br /&gt;non restare con me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6375858264433297266?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6375858264433297266/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6375858264433297266' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6375858264433297266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6375858264433297266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/uruguay-perche-no.html' title='Uruguay, perchè no?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6717039938353631851</id><published>2010-07-05T22:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:11:30.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinquant'anni, più o meno.</title><content type='html'>Se Renato Russo avrebbe compiuto 50 anni lo scorso marzo, &lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/leilapinheiro/"&gt;Leila Pinheiro&lt;/a&gt; compirà la stessa età il prossimo ottobre. Definirla una elegante signora mi farebbe sentire stagionato (per analogie anagrafiche), definirla una ragazza mi farebbe sentire ridicolo (per le stesse ragioni anagrafiche). Diciamo allora che l’elegante Leila (a questa età una certa eleganza è salvifica) sforna un album tributo a Renato Russo e ai Legião Urbana. “Meus segredos mais sincero” (edizioni Biscoito Fino) rivede profondamente questi classici di RR  nelle corde soft di Leila con risultati più o meno riusciti. In questa “Eu sei” la ragazza/signora Pinheiro si dimostra non solo elegante, come d’abitudine, ma anche coinvolta in un sincero ricordo dell’amico Renato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gB63C0cntFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gB63C0cntFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHAsOEqNGgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHAsOEqNGgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6717039938353631851?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6717039938353631851/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6717039938353631851' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6717039938353631851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6717039938353631851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/07/cinquantanni-piu-o-meno.html' title='Cinquant&apos;anni, più o meno.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4857465615626443537</id><published>2010-06-26T09:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:13:10.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A scuola non ne posso più e i pomeriggi senza te.</title><content type='html'>Renato Russo avrebbe compiuto 50 anni. &lt;br /&gt;“Inevitabile” il disco celebrativo, pubblicato da Emi Music, titolato e pensato come serie di “Duetos” che uniscono, spesso virtualmente, la voce di Renato a quella di altre voci molto amate, da Marisa Monte a Laura Pausini, da Erasmo Carlos a Dorival Caymmi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato Russo è stato un artista che vissuto e cantato forti contrasti, nella sua vita come nella sua produzione musicale, riuscendo a farli convivere grazie ad una sensibilità davvero unica.  &lt;br /&gt;Renato Manfredini Júnior è stato soprattutto Legião Urbana ma, come ci ricorda questo disco postumo, è stato anche un cantante dall’indole spudoratamente romantica pronto a cantare “La solitudine” come una qualsiasi sognante ragazzina in gita con la scuola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Po0999ztMR8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1949280205083976321</id><published>2010-06-23T13:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:14:20.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatiana, che in questo caso non è una tennista russa.</title><content type='html'>Come direbbero a Radio Monte Carlo... "musica di gran classe". &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tatianaparra"&gt;Tatiana Parra&lt;/a&gt;, davvero una bella voce e altrettanta presenza, sembra essere perfino simpatica, al punto che le si perdona il fatto di essere troppo brava. Il suo disco "Inteira" non sarà la novità dell'anno, ma si fa ascoltare con molto piacere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irh0lwLtmCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irh0lwLtmCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1949280205083976321?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1949280205083976321/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1949280205083976321' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1949280205083976321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1949280205083976321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/06/tatiana-che-in-questo-caso-non-e-una.html' title='Tatiana, che in questo caso non è una tennista russa.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-9174091660149656512</id><published>2010-06-21T12:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:15:28.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L’azione più bella della partita.</title><content type='html'>Cosa si fa in una domenica così lugubre e fuoristagione, per lo più infortunato (piccola lesione muscolo posteriore gamba sinistra)? Aspettare la partita della nazionale? Chiudersi al caldo di un qualche cinemino? Dovendo accompagnare il niño fuori città per "l’imperdibile” torneo di Yu-Gi-Oh non resta che la seconda change, ovvero il cinema. La scelta cade su un giallo, per motivi logistici, perché comunque “Il segreto dei suoi occhi” ha pure vinto l’Oscar per il miglior film straniero e poi perché questo era un tempo il periodo del Mystfest di Cattolica (grandissima rassegna, davvero insuperata). Il film ha le sue ragioni di interesse, ma in verità, dopo due ore e passa di visione, mi sono alzato con la sensazione che me lo sarei anche potuto perdere. Esattamente come la partita che nel frattempo passava in milioni di case italiane. C’è però una scena del film davvero imperdibile: si tratta di un piano sequenza davvero da manuale che, per coincidenza, si svolge proprio in uno stadio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hffLoBKeHWk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hffLoBKeHWk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-9174091660149656512?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/9174091660149656512/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=9174091660149656512' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/9174091660149656512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/9174091660149656512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazione-piu-bella-della-partita.html' title='L’azione più bella della partita.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1265400481110116883</id><published>2010-06-14T09:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:44:18.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adriana Calcanhotto solo a Roma il 7 luglio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TBXdlOSVrgI/AAAAAAAABVk/O0rG8WijfMA/s1600/mare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TBXdlOSVrgI/AAAAAAAABVk/O0rG8WijfMA/s200/mare1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482531752953359874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri ho riportato di una possibile data anche a Milano, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;che ora so per certo non ci sarà&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mi scuso con chi ci avesse fatto un pensierino. Lo speravo anch'io.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1265400481110116883?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1265400481110116883/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1265400481110116883' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1265400481110116883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1265400481110116883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/06/adriana-calcanhotto-solo-roma-il-7.html' title='Adriana Calcanhotto solo a Roma il 7 luglio.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TBXdlOSVrgI/AAAAAAAABVk/O0rG8WijfMA/s72-c/mare1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3439627731371764397</id><published>2010-06-13T11:50:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:22:32.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E' sempre Italia-Brasile.</title><content type='html'>Questa è davvero una canzone ispirante per il blog.&lt;br /&gt;Innanzitutto per la canzone in sè, così anni ’60. Poi per i due video con l’autore e interprete, ovvero il mai troppo celebrato “o rei” Roberto Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;In uno si esibisce dal vivo, in pellicciotto, sotto la neve di polistirolo. Nel secondo sorvola Rio in elicottero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6d2qEImK6MI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6d2qEImK6MI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJ345qqE4ks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJ345qqE4ks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’è poi la versione di Adriana Calcanhotto di fronte ad un pubblico di nonne e nipoti che nemmeno alla recita scolastica: lei, fantastica, ne tira fuori una versione nervosa, quasi cattiva per quegli occhi da cerbiatta. Ma lo sguardo di Adriana non ricorda anche a voi quello di Margherita Buy? Colgo l’occasione per dire che Adriana Calcanhotto (voce e chitarra) sarà a Roma (&lt;a href="http://www.villaada.org/"&gt;a Villa Ada&lt;/a&gt;)  mercoledì 7 luglio con lo show “Trobar Nova”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vW2gAA0ZiCU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vW2gAA0ZiCU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altro motivo di interesse la versione italiana &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;La donna di un amico mio&lt;/span&gt;, firmata DanielePace e  cantata da Al Bano Carrisi che inserisce il brano come secondo pezzo del suo disco d’esordio “Nel sole”, anno 1967. Versione incisa dallo stesso &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lYdBag2yH4"&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;/a&gt; e presentata alla Mostra Internazionale di Musica Leggera di Venezia. &lt;br /&gt;(Certo che l’espressione “namoradinha” originale risulta molto più leggera e  ye ye della “donna”  della versione italiana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3Iezf9Y46s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3Iezf9Y46s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a Venezia, nel 1970, sarà Ornella Vanoni a vincere la Gondola d’Oro con l’adattamento italiano di un’altra canzone di Erasmo e Roberto Carlos, parlo ovviamente di L’appuntamento (testo italiano di Bruno Lauzi). Grande successo della Vanoni, lungamente in testa nella hit parade, qualche anno fa ripresa nella colonna sonora di un blockbuster come "Ocean's twelve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cpcm12FTdXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cpcm12FTdXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’appuntamento è la cover di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sentado a beira do caminho&lt;/span&gt;, che &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAbLcJsThbQ"&gt;Mina&lt;/a&gt; ha cantato in portoghese ma senza l’ispirata ineluttabilità della Vanoni. Non se l’è fatta mancara nemmeno juke-box &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UoGLVMR7Ik"&gt;Bocelli&lt;/a&gt; che, dal vivo l’ha cantata con Toquinho e Ivete Sangalo in una delle versioni più inutili della storia. Meglio allora un video recentissimo dove Erasmo Carlos canta con Maria Bethania, ispirati come sempre. Allego la versione completa di questo incontro, dal programma Alta Horas (credo per i 69 anni di Erasmo, festeggiati il 5 giugno), che apre con un altro pezzo bellissimo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As canções que você fez pra mim&lt;/span&gt; (sempre della coppia Erasmo e Roberto Carlos). Certo a vederli gli anni passano per tutti. Del resto, ricordando che quel film, non quello con quello con George Clooney ma &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST_mynKN6RQ"&gt;Nel Sole&lt;/a&gt; con Al Bano e Romina Power, “ho fatto in tempo” a vederlo al cinema, devo cominciare a pensare ai miei di anni!  Bene gente, vado a bermi una birra “stupidamente” gelata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEtsDOE60VQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEtsDOE60VQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3439627731371764397?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3439627731371764397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3439627731371764397' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3439627731371764397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3439627731371764397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-sempre-italia-brasile.html' title='E&apos; sempre Italia-Brasile.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1360550385025712453</id><published>2010-06-11T07:48:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:12:06.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Little, big Subbuteo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TBILHpZFGhI/AAAAAAAABVU/-sAYHTjPHtc/s1600/subbuteo_paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TBILHpZFGhI/AAAAAAAABVU/-sAYHTjPHtc/s320/subbuteo_paint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481455922461350418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornano i mondiali e in questi giorni la tv ha, come al solito, riproposto le “vecchie” partite della nazionale, quelle più recenti  con Germania e Francia del 2006, la classica Italia-Brasile dell’82 ecc. ecc. &lt;br /&gt;GazzettaTV si è spinta più in là, interpretando queste &lt;a href="http://video.gazzetta.it/mondiale-2010/little-italy/index.shtml?videoid=36d1fffc-73a1-11df-805d-00144f02aabe"&gt;classiche sul campo di Subbuteo&lt;/a&gt; (per puntualizzare in un campo Zuego). A dimostrazione che il calcio giocato con i piedi è la miglior forma di imitazione del calcio in punta di dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è finita: l' Atelier Gluck Arte ha dedicato una mostra evento alla partita del secolo, ovviamente Italia-Germania 4-3, "il racconto di un mito che ha cambiato la storia del calcio", mostra inaugurata alla presenza del golden-boy Gianni Rivera.&lt;br /&gt; Anche in questo caso le azioni più avvincenti sono state riproposte in formato Subbuteo. Dall’11 giugno all’11 luglio la mostra si è spostata presso lo Spazio Oberdan (Piazza Oberdan), dove resterà per tutta la durata dei Mondiali 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per ribadire che la cosa è seria, ricordo che i mondiali di Subbuteo e quelli di calcio si svolgevano "ai nostri tempi" nello stesso anno: mi sembra di capire che funzioni ancora così. Io sono fermo ai fasti del genovese Stefano Beverini e del pisano Andrea Piccaluga, contro il quale la nostra squadra locale andò a schiantarsi: leggo che oggi Massimo Bolognino (che come l'Inter ha vinto tutto, scudetto, coppa e champion)   e la scuola napoletana di Subbuteo furoreggiano in tutto il mondo. Insomma, vada come vada, &lt;a href="http://espresso.repubblica.it/dettaglio-local/Subbuteo-tripletta-ai-Mondiali/1753371"&gt;l'Italia è di nuovo campione del mondo&lt;/a&gt;. A Subbuteo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto tratta dal sito www.oldsubbuteo.it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1360550385025712453?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1360550385025712453/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1360550385025712453' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1360550385025712453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1360550385025712453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-big-subbuteo.html' title='Little, big Subbuteo.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TBILHpZFGhI/AAAAAAAABVU/-sAYHTjPHtc/s72-c/subbuteo_paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-1594592364916780077</id><published>2010-06-04T22:36:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:13:39.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estate brasiliana: Ana Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TAlsElqZq9I/AAAAAAAABVE/cvPZwqISwLs/s1600/Ana%2BCarolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TAlsElqZq9I/AAAAAAAABVE/cvPZwqISwLs/s320/Ana%2BCarolina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479029247758150610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due date per Ana Carolina nell'estate dei concerti italiani 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roma mercoledì 30 giugno&lt;/span&gt; nell'ambito di &lt;a href="http://www.fiesta.it/concerti.php?lingua=1"&gt;Fiesta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Assago (MI) giovedì 15 luglio&lt;/span&gt; nell'ambito del festival Latinoamericando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UXVhbY_BxA"&gt;Cabide&lt;/a&gt;  è un gran bel samba, scritto dalla nostra Ana Carolina che qui se la cava benissimo anche con il pandeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Fossi in voi non mi perderei nemmeno l'interpretazione di&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HocqF7K7rY"&gt; Mart'nalia&lt;/a&gt; dal fantastico cd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Em Berlim" ao vivo&lt;/span&gt;, disco di cui forse non ho mai parlato, ma che fareste bene a procurarvi subito, per portare un po' di brasile in questa nostra estate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-1594592364916780077?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/1594592364916780077/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=1594592364916780077' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1594592364916780077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/1594592364916780077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/06/estate-brasiliana-ana-carolina.html' title='Estate brasiliana: Ana Carolina'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/TAlsElqZq9I/AAAAAAAABVE/cvPZwqISwLs/s72-c/Ana%2BCarolina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-2080716703829268168</id><published>2010-05-25T21:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:25:03.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Due artiste al bacio.</title><content type='html'>Adriana Calcanhotto è certamente un’autrice ispirata e un’ottima interprete (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FsWe2sc7mA"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;, ad esempio, la trovo fantastica). Certo che quando entra in scena Maria Bethania la sua voce dipinge i pezzi di tutt’altri colori.  Gustatevi il brano fino alla fine. &lt;br /&gt;La traduzione del testo, in cui mi riconosco moltissimo, è dell’insostituibile Max De Tomassi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5j9d3_WEKGk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5j9d3_WEKGk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depois de ter você &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Adriana Calcanhotto)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depois de ter você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dopo essere stato con te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pra que querer saber Que horas são?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a che serve sapere che ore sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se é noite ou faz calor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Se è notte oppure fa caldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se estamos no verão Se o sol virá ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Se siamo in estate, se il sole verrà o no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ou pra que é que serve Uma canção como esta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A cosa serve una canzone come questa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depois de ter você  Poetas para quê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dopo essere stato con te, cosa servono i poeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Os deuses, as dúvidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gli dei, i dubbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pra que amendoeiras pelas ruas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a che servono i mandorli lungo le strade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pra que servem as ruas? Depois de ter você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a cosa servono le strade? Dopo essere stato con te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-2080716703829268168?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/2080716703829268168/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=2080716703829268168' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2080716703829268168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/2080716703829268168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/05/due-artiste-al-bacio.html' title='Due artiste al bacio.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6350401050967711820</id><published>2010-05-19T13:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:34:06.304+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioni politiche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S_PMSz3KMNI/AAAAAAAABU8/Jj2OO4z3l9I/s1600/FE_PR_071126whispers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S_PMSz3KMNI/AAAAAAAABU8/Jj2OO4z3l9I/s200/FE_PR_071126whispers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472942595716559058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi chiedo una cosa, se potete rispondermi. Ammesso che Obama sia il massimo dirigente del partito Democratico (ma non sono sicuro nemmeno di questo), chi sarebbe oggi “il segretario” del partito Repubblicano?  Mccain, la Palin, un qualche Bush, un qualche portavoce, Abramo Lincoln o Giuliano Ferrara?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6350401050967711820?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6350401050967711820/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6350401050967711820' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6350401050967711820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6350401050967711820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/05/questioni-politiche.html' title='Questioni politiche'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S_PMSz3KMNI/AAAAAAAABU8/Jj2OO4z3l9I/s72-c/FE_PR_071126whispers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-4029203929608252704</id><published>2010-05-11T21:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:24:04.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>22 maggio / 7 luglio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-mu7O-EzzI/AAAAAAAABUs/0aC3jyqsqXE/s1600/n_real_madrid_varios-1417066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-mu7O-EzzI/AAAAAAAABUs/0aC3jyqsqXE/s320/n_real_madrid_varios-1417066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470095555072151346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cibeles dorme tranquilla”. Così titolava &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; dopo l’uscita di scena del Barcellona della Champions. Scongiurato l’incubo che i tifoli blaugrana potessero invadere le strade di Madrid, trionfare al Bernabeu e festeggiare nella fontana di Cibeles, luogo sacro del tifo madridista. Il 22 maggio saranno quindi i nerazzurri o i bavaresi a provare l’ebbrezza di tuffarsi in Cibeles. Sarà invece il 7 luglio (Festival "La Milanesiana", credo al Teatro Dal Verme, Milano) l’occasione italiana per immergersi nella musica di Cibelle, musa brasiliana domiciliata a Londra, che ormai non può più nascondersi nella propria nicchia.&lt;br /&gt;“Sonja Khalecallon in compagnia della sua band Los Stroboscopious Luminous. sono di scena al &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cibelleblackbird"&gt;Las Vênus Resort Palace Hotel&lt;/a&gt; (...nome dell’album nonchè...) l’ultimo cabaret esistente sull’asteroide che si allontana dalla fine del mondo che è esploso”... “La lezione antropofaga dei prozìi tropicalisti è digerita..” se la cosa vi incuriosisce il resto della recensione del nuovo disco è su &lt;a href="http://borguez.wordpress.com/2010/04/18/cibelle-las-venus-resort-palace-hotel/"&gt;borguez.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In attesa di farvi ascoltare &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sapato Azul&lt;/span&gt; (uno dei due brani in portoghese dal nuovo album) vi lascio con questa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man From Mars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNseMc_hw3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNseMc_hw3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="343"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-4029203929608252704?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/4029203929608252704/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=4029203929608252704' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4029203929608252704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/4029203929608252704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/05/22-maggio-7-luglio.html' title='22 maggio / 7 luglio'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-mu7O-EzzI/AAAAAAAABUs/0aC3jyqsqXE/s72-c/n_real_madrid_varios-1417066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3573068887969158719</id><published>2010-05-07T22:43:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:35:04.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Siamo la coppia più bella del mondo, o almeno del Brasile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-R9plMjJXI/AAAAAAAABUk/Xvo3Ik76VHk/s1600/marcelocamelo2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-R9plMjJXI/AAAAAAAABUk/Xvo3Ik76VHk/s320/marcelocamelo2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468634000847480178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-R9kVwXk2I/AAAAAAAABUc/2KVAtPXa0h4/s1600/Mallu%2BMagalhes%2Bmallu055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-R9kVwXk2I/AAAAAAAABUc/2KVAtPXa0h4/s320/Mallu%2BMagalhes%2Bmallu055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468633910803403618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si può amare l’uno. Si può amare l’altra. Io li amo entrambi, una coppia che trovo ben assortita. Il rude romantico. La dolcissima con carattere. &lt;br /&gt;Il brano viene da Soù, primo disco di Marcelo Camelo, attualmente in studio di registrazione per il nuovo album, annunciato per la fine dell’anno. &lt;br /&gt;Per mettermi in difficoltà in questa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Janta&lt;/span&gt; (Pranza) Camelo ha mischiato le lingue. Così oltre al mio portoghese, perdonerete (e se avete voglia, correggerete) il mio inglese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcelo Camelo e Mallu Magalhães - Janta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(il testo è quello del &lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen/491eee2/janta-marcelo-camelo-feat.-mallu-magalhãe"&gt;brano&lt;/a&gt; sul disco, qui Mallu cambia forse qualche passaggio...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tn6mLooeWnw&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tn6mLooeWnw&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu quis te conhecer, mas tenho que aceitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Io voglio arrivare a conoscerti, ma devo accettarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spetterà al nostro amore decidere se essere eterno o senza uscita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pode ser cruel a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l’eternità può essere crudele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu ando em frente por sentir vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vado avanti continuando a desiderare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu quis te convencer, mas chega de insistir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Voglio convincerti, ma ho già insistito abbastanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spetterà al nostro amore decidere quel che verrà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pode ser a eternidade má &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;potrebbe essere l’eternità&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caminho em frente pra sentir saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ado avanti per provare nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paper clips and crayons in my bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fermagli e matite colorate sul mio letto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everybody thinks that I'm sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tutti pensano che io sia triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I take my ride in melodies and bees and birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Faccio il mio giro tra melodie e api e uccelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; will hear my words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sentiranno le mie parole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will be both us and you and them together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;staremo noi due e tu e loro insieme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can forget about myself trying to be everybody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Posso dimenticarmi di me stesso, cercando di essere ogni altro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I feel allright that we can go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sento proprio che possiamo andarcene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and please my day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;e farmi contento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll let you stay with me if you surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ti lascierò restare con me se cedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu quis te conhecer, mas tenho que aceitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Io voglio arrivare a conoscerti, ma devo accettare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I can forget about myself trying to be everybody &lt;br /&gt;else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(posso dimenticarmi di me stesso, cercando di essere ogni altro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spetta al nostro amore decidere di essere eterno o senza uscita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I feel allright that we can go away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Sento proprio che possiamo andarcene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pode ser a eternidade má &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;potrebbe essere l’eternità&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(and please my day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(e farmi contento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu ando sempre pra sentir vontade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vado avanti continuando a desiderare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I'll let you stay with me if you surrender)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ti lascierò restare con me se cedi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3573068887969158719?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3573068887969158719/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3573068887969158719' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3573068887969158719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3573068887969158719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/05/siamo-la-coppia-piu-bella-del-mondo-o.html' title='Siamo la coppia più bella del mondo, o almeno del Brasile.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-R9plMjJXI/AAAAAAAABUk/Xvo3Ik76VHk/s72-c/marcelocamelo2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-230511331387323667</id><published>2010-05-04T21:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:02:21.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alzati che sta passando questo samba popolare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-B8BRA1sgI/AAAAAAAABUU/pDe92F31Z8w/s1600/Chico%2BBuarque%2Bchiquinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-B8BRA1sgI/AAAAAAAABUU/pDe92F31Z8w/s320/Chico%2BBuarque%2Bchiquinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506308816417282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarebbe la canzone perfetta per un ideale concerto del 1 maggio qui sulla piazza  di coscienzasporca. Vai passar è una delle 25 canzoni che scelsi in un vecchio &lt;a href="http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2007/08/ottanta-voglia.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; (2007) per rappresentare gli anni ’80, rispondendo ad una provocazione di &lt;a href="http://onanrecords.blogspot.com/2007/08/gli-anni-80-in-25-brani-per-lalieno.html"&gt;onanrecords&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(foto con dedica a robi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ce9b6aa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vai passar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Francis Hime - Chico Buarque/1984 &lt;br /&gt;Traduzione e note di Guido Rita  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vai passar nessa avenida um samba popular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passerà per questo viale un samba popolare  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cada paralelepípedo da velha cidade essa noite vai se arrepiar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ogni acciottolato della città vecchia questa notte avrà i brividi  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ao lembrar que aqui passaram sambas imortais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ricordandosi che da qui passarono sambe immortali  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que aqui sangraram pelos nossos pés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Che qui sanguinarono i nostri piedi &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que aqui sambaram nossos ancestrais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Che qui sambarono i nostri antenati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Num tempo página infeliz da nossa história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Un tempo, pagina infelice della nostra storia &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;passagem desbotada na memória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passaggio sbiadito nella memoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Das nossas novas gerações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Delle nostre nuove generazioni  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dormia a nossa pátria mãe tão distraída &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dormiva la nostra Patria, Madre tanto distratta &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sem perceber que era subtraída&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Senza capire che era sottomessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Em tenebrosas transações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In affari loschi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seus filhos erravam cegos pelo continente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I suoi figli erravano ciechi per il continente &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;levavam pedras feito penitentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Portavano pietre come penitenti &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Erguendo estranhas catedrais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Innalzando strane cattedrali &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E um dia, afinal, tinham o direito a uma alegria fugaz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E un giorno, infine, ebbero il diritto a un’allegria fugace  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uma ofegante epidemia que se chamava carnaval, o carnaval, o carnaval &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Una spossata epidemia che si chiamava Carnevale&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Vai passar), palmas pra ala* dos barões famintos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Passerà), applausi per l’ala dei baroni affamati &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O bloco dos napoleões retintos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Il blocco dei napoleoni dipinti&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;e os pigmeus do boulevard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E i pigmei del boulevard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meu Deus, vem olhar, vem ver de perto uma cidade a cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mio Dio, vieni a guardare, vieni a vedere da vicino una città che canta&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A evolução da liberdade até o dia clarear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;L’evoluzione della libertà fino a che non si farà giorno&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ai que vida boa, ô lerê, ai que vida boa, ô lará&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah che bella vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O estandarte do sanatório geral** vai passar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lo stendardo del Sanatorio geral, passerà&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*  l’ala è una parte del bloco cioè del gruppo tematico di maschere  che partecipa alle sfilate di samba &lt;br /&gt;durante il carnevale &lt;br /&gt;**Una società carnevalesca con un proprio bloco nelle sfilate di samba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-230511331387323667?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/230511331387323667/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=230511331387323667' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/230511331387323667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/230511331387323667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/05/alzati-che-sta-passando-questo-samba.html' title='Alzati che sta passando questo samba popolare'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S-B8BRA1sgI/AAAAAAAABUU/pDe92F31Z8w/s72-c/Chico%2BBuarque%2Bchiquinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-5462494023406482258</id><published>2010-04-27T17:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:12:10.309+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'emblema dell'eleganza e della raffinatezza maschile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9b-wq5rwZI/AAAAAAAABTM/MpsBY-itv7A/s1600/subbuteo_cufflinks1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9b-wq5rwZI/AAAAAAAABTM/MpsBY-itv7A/s200/subbuteo_cufflinks1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464835309964083602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPhxwTnfqas&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Qui il video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-5462494023406482258?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/5462494023406482258/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=5462494023406482258' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5462494023406482258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/5462494023406482258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/04/lemblema-delleleganza-e-della.html' title='L&apos;emblema dell&apos;eleganza e della raffinatezza maschile.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9b-wq5rwZI/AAAAAAAABTM/MpsBY-itv7A/s72-c/subbuteo_cufflinks1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-6685776632810538922</id><published>2010-04-26T10:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:50:37.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Riflessioni di un podista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9VTYSoqvKI/AAAAAAAABSk/vKLgsuk-WPY/s1600/Immagine+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9VTYSoqvKI/AAAAAAAABSk/vKLgsuk-WPY/s400/Immagine+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464365399668341922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un piccolo post dedicato alla copertina di &lt;a href="http://www.correre.it/"&gt;Correre&lt;/a&gt;, la rivista di riferimento della corsa, diretta dall'amico e "maestro" &lt;a href="http://www.orlandopizzolato.com/it/2/Consulenza_per_correre_e_allenamento_per_la_corsa.html"&gt;Orlando Pizzolato&lt;/a&gt;. Quello di guardarsi riflessi nelle vetrine, per controllare il proprio stile di corsa, è un gesto tipico di ogni runner, perfino suggerito dai tecnici. Trovo azzeccata l'idea di averne fatto la copertina del numero di Aprile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-6685776632810538922?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/6685776632810538922/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=6685776632810538922' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6685776632810538922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/6685776632810538922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/04/riflessioni-di-un-podista.html' title='Riflessioni di un podista'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9VTYSoqvKI/AAAAAAAABSk/vKLgsuk-WPY/s72-c/Immagine+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3187712351774393028</id><published>2010-04-23T20:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:34:22.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D’improvviso e non ti mollano più.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9HmMH2ycdI/AAAAAAAABR8/XD2dxkPHH5s/s1600/s_rgio_sampaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9HmMH2ycdI/AAAAAAAABR8/XD2dxkPHH5s/s320/s_rgio_sampaio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463400918918787538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapete che periodicamente mi entra in testa una canzone, che mi arriva d’improvviso e spesso dal passato, come questa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pavio do destino&lt;/span&gt; che mi ha sorpreso dal mini iPOD che mi accompagnava nella corsa e che adesso continua a seguirmi da giorni. Sergio Sampaio è quello che si dice un “maldito”, fama maledetta per i contrasti che l’hanno portato a rompere ripetutamente con l’industria discografica, l’alcol e altre vicessitudini di cui potete leggere nel lungo &lt;a href="http://musibrasil.net/articolo.php?id=1555"&gt;articolo&lt;/a&gt; di Marco Pisani -quasi una piccola biografia attraverso i testi delle sue canzoni- da cui prendo una parziale traduzione del brano in questione. Pavio do destino è tratta da &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cruel&lt;/span&gt;, disco postumo del 2006, uscito dodici anni dopo la morte di Sampaio. &lt;br /&gt;Non trovandola nella versione originale, devo proporverla nel pur bella interpretazione di Lenine, da un disco tributo del ’98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b9f50fc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O bandido e o mocinho são os dois do mesmo ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Il bandito e il bambino vengono dallo stesso nido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Correm nos estreitos trilhos, lá no Morro dos Aflitos, na Favela do Esqueleto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Corrono nei vicoli stretti, là sulla Collina degli Afflitti, nella Favela dello Scheletro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;São filhos do primo pobre, a parcela do silêncio, que encobre todos os gritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sono figli del parente povero, un frammento del silenzio, che copre tutte le urla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E vão caminhando juntos, O mocinho e o bandido, De revólver de brinquedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E camminano insieme, il bambino e il bandito, con una pistola giocattolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque ainda são meninos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perché sono ancora bambini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quem viu o pavio aceso do destino? ... do destino  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chi ha visto la fiaccola accesa del destino? ....del destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Com um pouco mais de idade e já não são como antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ancora qualche anno e non sono più come prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depois que uma autoridade, Inventou-lhes um flagrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;po che qualche autorità, gli ha inventato un flagrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quanto mais escapa o tempo Dos falsos educandários Mais a dor é o documento Que os agride e os separa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quanto più si allontana il tempo dei falsi istituti, tanto più il dolore è la prova, che li aggredisce e li separa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Já não são mais dois inocentes  Não se falam cara a cara  Quem pode escapar ileso  Do medo e do desatino  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Non sono più due innocenti/ Non si parlano faccia a faccia/ Chi può sfuggire illeso/ Alla paura e alla follia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3187712351774393028?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3187712351774393028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3187712351774393028' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3187712351774393028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3187712351774393028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/04/dimprovviso-e-non-ti-mollano-piu.html' title='D’improvviso e non ti mollano più.'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S9HmMH2ycdI/AAAAAAAABR8/XD2dxkPHH5s/s72-c/s_rgio_sampaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-3638639952611482304</id><published>2010-04-21T13:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:37:17.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Semplicemente delle belle canzoni: cose volete di più?</title><content type='html'>Il disco &lt;a href="http://www.inventa-rio.com/"&gt;InventaRio&lt;/a&gt;, creativo fin dal titolo,  è un bel progetto a otto mani firmato da Ferruccio Spinetti, Giovanni Ceccarelli, Dadi Carvalho (fare da ragazzino, ma già un grande della MPB) e Francesco Petreni con il contributo sempre fondamentale di Max de Tomassi, anima di un nuovo asse Italia-Brasile in un ruolo che fu in passato del grande Sergio Bardotti.&lt;br /&gt;Al progetto aderiscono tanti ospiti illustri tra cui Pacifico e Marisa Monte che interpretano questa versione italo-brasiliano di un brano di Arnaldo  Antunes e Dadi (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Da Aurora até o Luar&lt;/span&gt; molto, molto antunes-siana, cullante nella musica, evocativa nel testo). Forse l’avete sentita per radio, proposta spesso da Caterpillar e, leggo ora, anche da Fabio Volo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dall'alba al tramonto  &lt;br /&gt;Marisa Monte e Pacifico &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWzOezzzY2I&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWzOezzzY2I&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olho de janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sguardo dalla finestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nuvem de algodão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nuvola di cotone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pele de flanela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pelle di flanella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sopa de vulcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zuppa di vulcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Borda de caneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bordo della tazza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bola de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Palla di carta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ferro na boneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ferro nella bambola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lágrima de mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lacrime di miele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música vermelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Musica rossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pássaro de flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uccello di fiore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chuva sobre a telha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pioggia sopra ai coppi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beijo de vapor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bacio di vapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Riso no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Risate nel buio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lua de beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Luna da bere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Voz detrás do muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Voci dietro il muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Medo de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paura di morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-3638639952611482304?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/3638639952611482304/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=3638639952611482304' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3638639952611482304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/3638639952611482304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/04/semplicemente-delle-belle-canzoni-cose.html' title='Semplicemente delle belle canzoni: cose volete di più?'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-8765361626383070525</id><published>2010-04-17T14:07:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:34:40.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1,X,2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S8mnDSQ3SkI/AAAAAAAABR0/9BNMynPxVKg/s1600/Totocalcio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S8mnDSQ3SkI/AAAAAAAABR0/9BNMynPxVKg/s320/Totocalcio1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461079698047453762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il calcio ha occupato gran parte del nostro tempo, quando ancora non separavamo il tempo libero da quello “impegnato”. Abbiamo giocato e masticato calcio in tutte le forme possibili, dalla sabbia al subbuteo, dalle figurine ad improbabili cortili con sassi grossi quanto il pallone, dove distruggere scarpe e piedi (più volitivi che buoni),  palloni da recuperare scavalcando muretti, o nell’acqua di una roggia, o sotto le ruote di auto, non in tutti i casi parcheggiate. Dietro questo calcio inventato in mille forme diverse c’era spesso la mente di Enzo, uno capace di giocare al pallone anche in casa, come tutti, ma lui pure con le scarpe da calcio ai piedi, coi tacchetti a scivolare sulla cera fresca di lucidatrice. Penso che proprio ad Enzo (formidabile memoria calcistica, tanto da diventare campione in una trasmissione Rai condutta dalla fatina Elmi) si debba l’invenzione di una fantasiosa strategia per inseguire l’ambito 13 sulla schedina del totocalcio. Il tutto avveniva il sabato pomeriggio, l’età esatta non la ricordo, ma saranno stati i nostri tredici, quattordici anni. Ci dividevamo un tot di partite a testa (come avremmo più tardi diviso i soldi della schedina giocata) e simulando la telecronaca di tuttoilcalciominutoperminuto, ognuno nelle veci e nelle voci dei vari Ameri o Ciotti, inventavamo la radiocronaca delle partite in schedina. Ognuno era libero di decidere marcatori e risultato delle proprie partite e così le nostre divinatorie telecronache diventano l’ossatura della schedina, di lì a poco giocata nella ricevitoria più vicina. Si aggiungeva qualche minima doppia, per le partite più incerte, quanto potevano permettere i nostri risicati budget e si aspettava poi l’esito del campo, il giorno dopo. Siam tutti qui, trenta e passa anni dopo, a tirare ancora la carretta e questo vi basti per capire quanto fosse efficace il nostro metodo. Certo, perdere per perdere, così era almeno divertente. Oggi Enzo, blucerchiato dalla testa ai piedi, può vedere la sua Samp ogni volta che gli pare, visto che i giri della vita l’hanno portato nuovamente a Genova e pure in zona stadio. Io son sicuro che qualche volta, a casa, al posto delle pantofole metta ancora le scarpe coi tacchetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canzone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Far niente&lt;/span&gt; che ho scelto per “commentare” questo post dei ricordi è di uno straordinario giovane Chico ed è presente in un singolo e in un album italiano del 1969, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chico Buarque na Itália&lt;/span&gt;. L’originale &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bom Tempo&lt;/span&gt; è uscita nel 1969, solo come singolo, insieme ad &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ela desatinou&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;Devo dire che, di “queste” domeniche, in questi mesi, ne ho vissute poche, ma son pronto a recuperare in questo periodo primaverile che (sbrigato il sabato l’impegno con la corsa) mi consentono domeniche più pigre. La canzone parla anche di calcio, ovviamente, e credo sia la prima canzone in cui Chico dichiara la sua passione per il tricolore della Fluminense, fede calcistica trasmessagli (diversamente da quanto avvenne per l’amico Enzo) non dal papà ma dalla mamma Maria Amélia, che recentemente ha pure festeggiato i 100 anni. Così racconta Beto Xavier nel suo libro “&lt;a href="http://www.torcidatricolor.com.br/phorum/read.php?2,5144"&gt;Futebol no país da música&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Sergio Bardotti, autore della versione italiana, traduce e “tradisce” i tre colori del testo di Chico (il tricolore della divisa della Fluminense, bianco, verde e rosso granata) in una tripletta di goal. "Satisfeito, a alegria batendo no peito / O radinho contando direito / A vitória do meu tricolor"  diventa così “Pomeriggio di calcio di calcio / Che bella che bella partita / Scommetto che oggi facciamo tre gol / Tre gol”&lt;br /&gt;Penso che ascoltare questa canzone la domenica mattina faccia bene al cuore: se poi le cose per la propria squadra dovessero andar proprio male, potremmo sempre consolarci con uno Stock 84. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque Far niente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eesmLso8u4&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eesmLso8u4&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom tempo - Chico Buarque e MPB-4&lt;br /&gt;(da Programa Ensaio 1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkpXOzXApD4&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkpXOzXApD4&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407199074471772164-8765361626383070525?l=coscienzasporca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/feeds/8765361626383070525/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407199074471772164&amp;postID=8765361626383070525' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8765361626383070525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407199074471772164/posts/default/8765361626383070525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coscienzasporca.blogspot.com/2010/04/12x.html' title='1,X,2'/><author><name>goodnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301192095131658366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S8mnDSQ3SkI/AAAAAAAABR0/9BNMynPxVKg/s72-c/Totocalcio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407199074471772164.post-721255993093752961</id><published>2010-04-11T09:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:48:04.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>È forse il più letto scrittore brasiliano, ma non ne ho mai letto un libro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S8GE6OFtBLI/AAAAAAAABRk/CiBEQInjo5U/s1600/ampulheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GFxm8x2eeY/S8GE6OFtBLI/AAAAAAAABRk/CiBEQInjo5U/s320/ampulheta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458790359099049138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlo di Paulo Coelho, ovviamente. Nessuno snobismo, non l’ho letto perchè non mi è mai capitato di farlo: anzi se qualcuno mi consigliasse un titolo lo farei volentieri. Ma non è di questo che volevo parlare. Volevo parlare di misurazione temporale del lavoro creativo, criterio adottato anche nella nostra agenzia per quantificare il valore economico di un progetto. Lo si fa da noi, lo si fa in molte altre agenzie. Detto in soldoni ogni lavoro, da una campagna pubblicitaria ad un folder, ha un numero di commessa e tutti coloro che vi partecipano registrano quotidianamente il tempo dedicato a quel progetto, dall’ideazione all’esecuzione finale. Sul metodo si sono sollevate spesso delle perplessità, funziona non funziona, ha un senso non ne ha. Ci sarebbe da parlarne a lungo, ma diventerei noioso. Cosa c’entra in tutto questo il nostro Paulo Coelho?  L'autore ha adottato il criterio della nostra agenzia per il suo nuovo romanzo “&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/03/13/my-new-book/"&gt;The Aleph&lt;/a&gt;” (come i racconti di Borges) al quale avrebbe finora dedicato 560 ore per la prima stesura che ha prodotto 70.074 parole.  Visto il contenuto “mistico” che Coelho attribuisce al nuovo libro, non so se per contare i minuti Paulo abbia usato l’orologio del pc o una più mistica clessidra, che in portoghese ha il bel nome di "ampulheta". 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