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		<title>Poesia : La magia della Poesia</title>
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		<title>E. Hemingway</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:46:20Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu non mi ami, non importa, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sono in grado di amare per tutti e due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>P. Charles</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:44:33Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’uomo a volte diventa capace di un ruolo eroico &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soltanto per la fiducia con cui gli si chiede di assumerlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P. Charles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>A. Louf</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:43:35Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.5cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’amore insegna come perseverare nella preghiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A. Louf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>P. Claudel</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:40:44Z</pubDate>
		<description>  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutta la terra se ha un cuore lo faccia pulsare sul cuore di Dio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Claudel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;body1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La poesia non è fatta di queste lettere che pianto come chiodi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma del bianco che resta sulla carta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Claudel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>R. Barjavel</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:38:42Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c&#039;è altra morte tranne che l&#039;assenza d&#039;amore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;René Barjavel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>T. Mann</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:38:04Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È l&#039;amore, non la ragione, che è più forte della morte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thomas Mann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>J. J. Rousseau</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:35:23Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;main11&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La vera innocenza non conosce la paura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>J. J. Rousseau</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:35:16Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il falso è suscettibile d&#039;una infinità di combinazioni, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma la verità ha solo un modo d&#039;essere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>F. Mauriac</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-09-01T16:33:37Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il massimo segno dell&#039;intelligenza è il dubbio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;François Mauriac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, serif&quot;&gt;Il giorno in cui tu non brucerai d&#039;amore per il Cristo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molti moriranno per il freddo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;François Mauriac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Troppo spesso crediamo che Dio non ascolti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le nostre domande, mentre siamo noi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che non ascoltiamo le Sue risposte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;François Mauriac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>A. Einstein</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-08-31T21:28:03Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo studio e la ricerca della verità e della bellezza rappresentano &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una sfera di attività in cui è permesso di rimanere bambini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; per tutta la vita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Albert Einstein &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://florianaporta.blogattivo.com/Poesia-b1/A-Einstein-b1-p142.htm</guid>
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		<title>T. S. Eliot</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-08-31T12:16:17Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vera poesia può comunicare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anche prima di essere capita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T. S. Eliot&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://florianaporta.blogattivo.com/Poesia-b1/T-S-Eliot-b1-p141.htm</guid>
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		<title>H. Hesse</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-08-31T12:13:53Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lacrime sono il ghiaccio dell&#039;anima che si scioglie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a chi piange, tutti gli angeli sono vicini.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;H. Hesse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://florianaporta.blogattivo.com/Poesia-b1/H-Hesse-b1-p140.htm</guid>
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		<title>P. Cohelo</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-08-31T12:11:50Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&#039;acqua di un fiume si adatta al cammino possibile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senza dimenticare il proprio obiettivo: il mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P. Cohelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>C. Baudelaire</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-08-31T12:04:58Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I profumi, i colori e i suoni si rispondono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Baudelaire &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
		<guid>http://florianaporta.blogattivo.com/Poesia-b1/C-Baudelaire-b1-p138.htm</guid>
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		<title>U. Ojetti</title>
		<category>Poesia</category>
		<pubDate>2008-08-31T11:26:49Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3333ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3333ff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;L&#039;amore assomiglia a Dio: per raggiungerlo bisogna crederci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugo Ojetti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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