<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376273</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:15:37.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumorebianco</title><subtitle type='html'>.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumorebianco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumorebianco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stefano</name><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376273.post-113820855873263316</id><published>2006-01-25T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:33:23.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALLA SERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse perche' della fatal quiete&lt;br /&gt;tu sei l'immago a me si' cara vieni&lt;br /&gt;o sera! E quando ti corteggian liete&lt;br /&gt;le nubi estive e i zeffiri sereni,&lt;br /&gt;e quando dal nevoso aere inquiete&lt;br /&gt;tenebre e lunghe all'universo meni&lt;br /&gt;sempre scendi invocata, e le secrete&lt;br /&gt;vie del mio cor soavemente tieni.&lt;br /&gt;Vagar mi fai co' miei pensier su l'orme&lt;br /&gt;che vanno al nulla eterno; e intanto fugge&lt;br /&gt;questo reo tempo, e van con lui le torme&lt;br /&gt;delle cure onde meco egli si strugge;&lt;br /&gt;e mentre io guardo la tua pace, dorme quello&lt;br /&gt;spirito guerrier ch'entro mi rugge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugo Foscolo, &lt;em&gt;Sonetti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/[foscolo]" rel="tag"&gt;[foscolo]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376273-113820855873263316?l=rumorebianco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumorebianco.blogspot.com/feeds/113820855873263316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376273&amp;postID=113820855873263316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376273/posts/default/113820855873263316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376273/posts/default/113820855873263316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumorebianco.blogspot.com/2006/01/alla-sera-forse-perche-della-fatal.html' title=''/><author><name>stefano</name><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-6376273.post-107506702176002075</id><published>2004-01-25T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:23:09.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;In this glare of brilliant emptiness, in this arid intensity of pure heat, in the heart of a weird solitude, great silence and grand desolution, all things recede to distances out of reach, relecting light but impossible to touch, annihilating all thought and all that men have made to a spasm of whirling dust far out on the golden desert.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             (Edward Abbey)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376273-107506702176002075?l=rumorebianco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376273/posts/default/107506702176002075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376273/posts/default/107506702176002075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumorebianco.blogspot.com/2004/01/in-this-glare-of-brilliant-emptiness.html' title=''/><author><name>stefano</name><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></entry></feed>
