tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23394625774562527992012-02-16T22:49:33.802+01:00jajanoreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-6901358191564348242008-05-09T17:56:00.000+02:002008-05-09T17:57:37.897+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>In tribunale: </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Lei ha violentato una ragazza</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>poi la madre, il padre, la sorella, la nonna</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> Cos’ha da dire a sua discolpa?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Volevo solo farmi una famiglia</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-690135819156434824?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-59439559243508434402008-05-09T17:55:00.000+02:002008-05-09T17:56:11.008+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>La differenza tra un preservativo e una bara?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> Nessuna!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> Tutti e due contengono un corpo rigido </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>però una và e l’altro viene…</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-5943955924350843440?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-24125884444929299452008-05-03T20:00:00.000+02:002008-05-03T20:01:44.731+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Di tutte le cose che la sapienza procura </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">in vista della vita felice</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">il bene più grande</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"> è l'acquisto dell'amicizia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Epicuro)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-2412588444492929945?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-85625145658409714512008-05-03T19:58:00.000+02:002008-05-03T20:00:04.372+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>La vera amicizia è una pianta </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>che cresce lentamente </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>e deve passare attraverso i traumi delle avversità </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>perché la si possa chiamare tale </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>(George Washington)</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-8562514565840971451?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-12021284020374359312008-05-03T19:55:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:58:04.963+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>L'amicizia è un po' come la salute: </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>se ne apprezza il valore solo quando la si perde</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>(Charles Caleb Colton)</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-1202128402037435931?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-4895746938815987582008-05-03T19:50:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:54:09.680+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Dal momento che l'amore e la paura</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> possono difficilmente coesistere</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> se dobbiamo scegliere fra uno dei due</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> è molto più sicuro essere temuti che amati</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> (Nicolò </strong></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Machiavelli)</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-489574693881598758?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-71247056670890400592008-05-03T19:45:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:48:13.598+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Anche l'amore è un'arca </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>che salva dal diluvio della vita </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> ma a tempesta finita </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> non si sa mai la roba che si sbarca</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>(Trilussa)</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-7124705667089040059?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-19163706994454964752008-05-03T19:34:00.000+02:002008-05-03T19:36:27.795+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Amore: </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>parola inventata dai poeti</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>per far rima con cuore</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>(Ambrose Bierce)</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-1916370699445496475?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-25883233660430942692008-05-03T19:19:00.000+02:002008-05-03T19:20:58.392+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>''Amo, amo"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> è qualcosa di speciale</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>su e giù per lo stomaco</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> è come un temporale</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> (</strong></span><a title="Alex Britti" href="http://it.wikiquote.org/wiki/Alex_Britti"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Alex Britti</strong></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>)</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-2588323366043094269?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-45597355636973699452008-04-18T11:23:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:37:00.617+02:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Le lacrime sono lo sciogliersi</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">del ghiaccio dell'anima</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Hermann Hesse)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-4559735563697369945?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-76855840985935773282008-04-18T11:21:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:21:39.662+02:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Il mio dottore mi diede sei mesi di vita; </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">ma q uando non potei pagare il conto</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">me ne diede altri sei</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(...)</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-7685584098593577328?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-45465675916310667562008-04-18T11:18:00.002+02:002008-05-03T19:22:03.217+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Davanti alla porta dell'indovino </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Toc, toc ... </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Chi è?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Ah, Cominciamo bene...</em></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(...)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-4546567591631066756?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-60159418008953919822008-04-15T17:54:00.003+02:002008-05-03T19:38:44.957+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>La verità scompare </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>nel momento in cui la dici</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Lawrence Durrell)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-6015941800895391982?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-38038559184636746362008-04-15T17:52:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:22:54.378+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Mia moglie ha cantato in chiesa domenica </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>e almeno duecento persone hanno cambiato religione</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Leopold Fetchner)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-3803855918463674636?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-68552726780293094052008-04-15T17:50:00.002+02:002008-05-03T19:24:06.322+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Sono talmente triste </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>che se andassi ad un funerale</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>seguirebbero me</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Giovanni Cosentino)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-6855272678029309405?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-59340137179118002902008-04-15T17:48:00.002+02:002008-05-03T19:44:00.361+02:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Se non dici niente</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">nessuno ti chiederà di ripeterlo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Calvin Coolidge)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-5934013717911800290?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-19557541451890673172008-04-15T17:46:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:25:04.083+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>I pensieri sono le ombre delle nostre sensazioni:</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>sempre più oscuri, più vani, più semplici di queste</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Friedrich Nietzsche)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-1955754145189067317?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-90997746504709346162008-04-15T17:45:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:25:34.194+02:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">A parlar male degli altri </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">si commette peccato</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">ma spesso s'indovina</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Giulio Andreotti)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-9099774650470934616?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-75315356610966290592008-04-15T17:43:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:26:09.325+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Grazie</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>ho trascorso una serata veramente mera vigliosa</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em> Ma non è questa</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Groucho Marx)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-7531535661096629059?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-9730585563032067472008-04-15T17:42:00.002+02:002008-05-03T19:26:37.201+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Non trovare la colpa</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em> Trova il rimedio</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Henry Ford)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-973058556303206747?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-12290583759632247092008-04-15T17:39:00.002+02:002008-05-03T19:27:43.253+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Io me ne fotto del prossimo</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>figuriamoci del primo</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Rocco Barbero)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-1229058375963224709?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-38717120865291026172008-04-10T17:37:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:30:02.064+02:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Com'è straordinaria la vita </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">che un giorno ti senti come in un sogno </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">e poi ti ritrovi all'inferno </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Com'è straordinaria la vita </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">che non si ferma mai</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Dolcenera)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-3871712086529102617?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-446827986918563832008-04-10T17:21:00.001+02:002008-05-03T19:31:06.651+02:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Un cuore a volte muore per un dolore vero </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">che strappa via la pelle e la riporta agli angeli</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Un cuore viaggia solo e non dimentica</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">E se si chiude dentro è per difendersi</span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Biagio Antonacci)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-44682798691856383?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-88879769153391309232008-04-10T17:11:00.003+02:002008-05-03T19:30:21.762+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Sappi amore mio</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>che se avanza un pezzo di sto cuore è cuore tuo </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>tu dici si per sempre</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>io per non morire ho tatuato te</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Biagio Antonacci)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-8887976915339130923?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339462577456252799.post-34344963128208550942008-04-10T15:44:00.003+02:002008-05-03T19:30:43.599+02:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Non ci riesco a stancarmi di te </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">e cancellare tutte le pagine con la tua immagine </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">e vivere come se non fosse stato mai amore</span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Laura Pausini)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339462577456252799-3434496312820855094?l=tante-parole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jajanoreply@blogger.com0