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		<title>Direzione obbligatoria. Verso sud.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:53:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[♪♪ Feist &#8211; Caught a long wind ♪♪ L&#8217;incanto della foglia bruna, il suo ondeggiare a pendolo nel vento. Le tue ciglia, lentamente. ..e le rose, brune anch&#8217;esse, sul tuo viso.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=471&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>L-only-ness</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/10/31/l-only-ness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 11:56:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[La sensazione parte sempre dallo stomaco, ma i brividi dalle scapole, decisi e sicuri, fino alle braccia. E i peli che si drizzano. Poi è qualcosa che scende, qualcosa che non ha ne tempo ne storia. Non ha dimensione, forma o colore. È semplicemente l&#8217;adesso. Perchè ogni momento di solitudine vive da solo. Unico ed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=467&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Messa a fuoco</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/messa-a-fuoco/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 15:18:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[♪♪ Ray LaMontagne &#8211; Empty ♪♪ Sotto un albero cercando di scorgere il cielo tra le fronde ma senza sapere bene cosa mettere a fuoco, mi capita di rimuginare. Mi chiedo cosa ne rimane di quel bacino di positività che tento in tutti i modi di abbracciare quasi fossero i panni sporchi da mettere in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=461&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Insicuro</media:title>
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		<title>Insicuro</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/insicuro/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 17:38:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[♪♪ Deftones &#8211; Drive (Cars Cover) ♪♪ Tieni le scelte in bilico sui polpastrelli di quelle tue mani morbide e in equilibrio molli ed inerti come recitassero il padre nostro. Più preoccupato a non perderne neanche una piuttosto che sapere quale afferrare, avendone certezza di custodirla e possederla con la grazia e tenerezza che ti [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=450&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>La sento</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/07/03/la-sento/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 19:04:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by me Nascosto dietro a tutto ciò che posso sentire dentro di me torno immediatamente bambino, quel bambino dagli occhi tristi sfuggevole come la traiettoria di una foglia ancora verde in un tramonto estivo, caldo e umido. Quel bambino tanto grande quanto incompreso. Protagonista solo del suo angolo. Ed improvvisamente la sento piangere, dì là, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=440&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Gomitoli</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/06/12/gomitoli/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 21:48:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[VecchiaBetty Non ho voglia di tuffarmi in un gomitolo di radici. Stridono e mi penetrano inconsciamente avvolgendomi nel giorno come un buio che scava e mi rincorre, come una nota che increspa il suono dolce di un disegno studiato da tempo. Inciampare è normale. Ma quì si scavano fosse e si sradicano sentimenti. E&#8217; in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=430&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sole dentro e pioggia fuori</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/sole-dentro-e-pioggia-fuori/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 02:01:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>iltabe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[♪♪ X-press 2 &#8211; Give it ♪♪ Ricordo che fu una cosa progettata. Quasi infantile agli occhi di un estraneo; quasi infantile anche ai miei occhi di oggi. Eppure, progettarlo insieme, è stata una cosa meravigliosa. E&#8217; stato il primo progetto, con una carica ed una intensità mai provati prima. Tutto ebbe inizio al thailandese [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=380&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mi succede</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/mi-succede/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 11:16:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[FotoRita &#8211; Annarita Migliaccio Mi succede appena mi sveglio, quando guardo il posto vuoto a colazione, quando vedo il nescafè. Mi succede quando mi sforzo di mangiare, quel poco, la mattina, ma anche quando mi siedo a cena a non mangiare. Mi succede quando ho la nausea, quando mi sento fiacco, quando sto per crollare. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=366&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Versai una lacrima</media:title>
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		<title>me?</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/05/14/me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 17:42:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jean, dove sei, con chi sei, ma soprattutto cosa sei? E&#8217; con le mani dietro la schiena, legate dal filo del coraggio, che mi fisso davanti allo specchio. Vedo le lacrime che sento. ..e mi concentro per rimandarle indietro: bisogna essere forti contro le casualità della vita. Eppure non mi vedo a fuoco. Non sono [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=354&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Tratti</title>
		<link>http://iltabe.wordpress.com/2011/02/28/tratti/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 19:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tratti trattati discussi e raccontati. Parole volatili che fendono il tempo e l&#8217;aria; descrivono volte di fumo, di arrosto. Chissà se l&#8217;uno Chissà se l&#8217;altro. Ci sono silenzi come parole discorsi come spirale, intrecci. Movimenti sinuosi del polso morbidi e ridondanti. Cicli su cicli stonati. Chissà chi è l&#8217;uno Chissà chi è l&#8217;altro. Sommo gli [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=iltabe.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5329094&amp;post=349&amp;subd=iltabe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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