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  1. <?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-9471402</id><updated>2024-03-13T02:03:30.280+01:00</updated><category term="monocromo©"/><category term="joanna newsom"/><category term="sogni"/><category term="memento"/><category term="yeah yeah yeahs"/><category term="antony and the johnsons"/><category term="goldfrapp"/><category term="madre"/><category term="universi paralleli"/><category term="animalia"/><category term="the knife"/><category term="cindy lauper"/><category term="giuni russo"/><category term="l&#39;aura"/><category term="verdena"/><category term="bjork"/><category term="catatonia"/><category term="cristina donà"/><category term="dalida"/><category term="gente per strada"/><category term="juliette and the licks"/><category term="luigi tenco"/><category term="marilyn manson"/><category term="michael cashmore"/><category term="patty pravo"/><category term="the cranberries"/><category term="the nightmare before christmas"/><category term="tracina"/><category term="yann tiersen"/><category term="日本"/><category term="Albrecht Dürer"/><category term="Beatrix Potter"/><category term="Violetta Valery"/><category term="baustelle"/><category term="cerys matthews"/><category term="cirque du soleil"/><category term="colette calascione"/><category term="coming out"/><category term="coro dei fiori"/><category term="diane arbus"/><category term="eurythmics"/><category term="florence+the machine"/><category term="gabriella ferri"/><category term="gregory crewdson"/><category term="ichikawa"/><category term="irene grandi"/><category term="javier marchàn"/><category term="le mele verdi"/><category term="lili de la mora"/><category term="madonna"/><category term="mazzy star"/><category term="michael kenna"/><category term="mychael danna"/><category term="nancy sinatra"/><category term="nirvana"/><category term="paris"/><category term="perturbazione"/><category term="royksopp"/><category term="ryan francesconi"/><category term="subsonica"/><category term="sufjan stevens"/><category term="tamara de lempicka"/><category term="the cardigans"/><category term="the cat people"/><category term="the gossip"/><category term="the whitest boy alive"/><category term="tokyo"/><category term="u2"/><category term="valeria rossi"/><category term="vashti bunyan"/><title type='text'>monocromo:perchè in fondo al mare c&#39;è solo silenzio</title><subtitle type='html'>un pesce di nome dott.tracina</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-4515078098009580409</id><published>2010-06-13T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:21:00.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;come due piccoli cuori che battono all&#39;altezza dei polsi. E più sangue esce e più il battito è forte. E risale lungo le braccia. Fino all&#39;incavo dei gomiti. Sente come se si stessero riempiendo e la pelle tira e le mani pulsano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Presto finirà.&lt;br /&gt;Presto finirà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Finirà&lt;/span&gt;, continua a ripetersi.&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore, quello grande, maestoso batte. E non finisce.&lt;br /&gt;Genera ancora altro sangue. Altro sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Si riempie il corpo e mai più si svuota. E pulsano i polsi e le tempie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Non riesco più a sentire il silenzio&lt;/span&gt;, mi disse un giorno. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Nelle orecche sento invece un sibilo, quasi un impercettibile soffio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;E&#39; la vita che ti scorre dentro&lt;/span&gt;, gli ho detto ridendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;No, è solo sangue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Solo sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/4639287566/&quot; title=&quot;(feat. Karin Dreijer) di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/4639287566_ea308e4e22.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;(feat. Karin Dreijer)&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...I can bear a lot but not that pall...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/4515078098009580409/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=4515078098009580409&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/4515078098009580409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/4515078098009580409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2010/06/sente.html' title='Sente'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/4639287566_ea308e4e22_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-2129933261406327686</id><published>2010-03-31T22:57:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:46:50.834+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gente per strada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joanna newsom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tracina"/><title type='text'>Il vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;ammucchia ai lati della strada petali d&#39;alberi. M&#39;imbroglia a terra uno stelo d&#39;erba mezzo secco. Sembra una coda di lucertola e torno sui miei passi. Solo per controllare meglio. Solo per esserne sicuro.&lt;br /&gt;Spesso le strade che percorro sono sempre le stesse. Apparentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre diversa è la luce. E la gente che passa.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gli stessi, però, sono i pensieri. Anche quando, al solito incrocio, prendo di proposito la strada sbagliata.&lt;br /&gt;Solo per allungare un po&#39;. E raccontarmi, dopo, tutte le cose nuove che ho incontrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/4222003007/&quot; title=&quot;accarezzo XVII - tokage トカゲ di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/4222003007_a1da84259b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;accarezzo XVII - tokage トカゲ&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...while behind us, the road is leaving and leaving...] &lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/2129933261406327686/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=2129933261406327686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2129933261406327686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2129933261406327686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2010/03/il-vento.html' title='Il vento'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/4222003007_a1da84259b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-6077370488146287184</id><published>2010-02-16T19:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:52:18.628+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="florence+the machine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gente per strada"/><title type='text'>Tutto</title><content type='html'>dipende da con che occhi la guardi, una persona.&lt;br /&gt;Avrei voluto voltarmi e vedere se quello che dicono in giro sia vero.&lt;br /&gt;Che lui finge soltanto di essere un demone.&lt;br /&gt;Che lui i non-morti non li ha mai nemmeno visti.&lt;br /&gt;Per un istante, però, ho sperato che in quell&#39;attimo in cui sarebbe apparso riflesso nello specchio, di lui non avrei visto nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Nemmeno l&#39;ombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/4219912563/&quot; title=&quot;accarezzo XVI - miss it so much di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4219912563_2643729cea.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;accarezzo XVI - miss it so much&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...that&#39;s why you sleep with one eye open...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/6077370488146287184/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=6077370488146287184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6077370488146287184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6077370488146287184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2010/02/tutto.html' title='Tutto'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4219912563_2643729cea_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-2606799037378151983</id><published>2009-05-04T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:59:35.269+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tracina"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yeah yeah yeahs"/><title type='text'>Salgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;le scale della stazione, diretto all&#39;uscita. Ed è lì che ti incontro.&lt;br /&gt;Te, bambino.&lt;br /&gt;Dimentico della fretta, mi fermo a guardarti. Sei vestito di rosso. Hai solo gli occhi  e i capelli più scuri. Sei con una donna. Ti rimprovera perchè volevi passare &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;dove non si passa&lt;/span&gt;. Tua madre probabilmente non lo avrebbe fatto. Ti avrebbe aspettato. Sorriso. Almeno è così che immagino.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti penso bambino provo una specie di invidia. Perchè io non c&#39;ero. E mi chiedo com&#39;eri. Com&#39;era la tua voce. E se provavi quello che io provavo. Se misuravi la mia stessa distanza dalle cose.&lt;br /&gt;E ti sentivi solo come io mi sentivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, mi dice. La voce le si incastra in gola. Sto andando via.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;così&lt;/span&gt;, le chiedo sorpreso. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Piangi&lt;/span&gt; proprio non riesco a dirlo.&lt;br /&gt;Non piango perchè sono triste! Piango perchè sono felice che sei venuto a trovarmi, mi risponde.&lt;br /&gt;E allora devi ridere, se sei felice. Devi ridere, nonna!&lt;br /&gt;Ed esco dalla sua stanza, senza voltarmi indietro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/3325145399/&quot; title=&quot;glasses of electricity di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3325145399_9b21a47565.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;glasses of electricity&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...what&#39;s the time, what&#39;s the place, gonna leave me out...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/2606799037378151983/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=2606799037378151983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2606799037378151983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2606799037378151983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2009/05/salgo.html' title='Salgo'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3325145399_9b21a47565_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-977811337191145415</id><published>2009-04-22T17:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:37:43.462+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antony and the johnsons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>Ascoltando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;quel giro di valzer, dal semaforo lo sguardo si alza verso le finestre di casa. Al quarto piano.&lt;br /&gt;Di una, sono chiuse anche le imposte. Dell&#39;altra, poco mi importa.&lt;br /&gt;Eccolo, affiora il ricordo.&lt;br /&gt;Del sabato e delle finestre spalancate. Del sole che sul pavimento disegna con un&#39;ombra la sua storta cornice di luce. Dell&#39;odore di carta bruciata con la mia lente di vetro. Del vento che lentamente gonfia le tende, come fossero vele, e le soffia fuori e trattengo il respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa resta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/3342656082/&quot; title=&quot;accarezzo V - a lens toy di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3331/3342656082_547e75e13b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;accarezzo V - a lens toy&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...and those who dance, begin to dance...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/977811337191145415/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=977811337191145415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/977811337191145415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/977811337191145415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ascoltando.html' title='Ascoltando'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3331/3342656082_547e75e13b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-6883403332333006398</id><published>2008-12-04T23:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:24:37.434+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cerys matthews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sogni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="universi paralleli"/><title type='text'>Seguo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;il suono flebile di una voce che chiede aiuto. Sembra quella di una donna anziana. Entro in una cucina mai vista prima e subito sulla destra c&#39;è un piccolo tavolo rotondo. Resto fermo nel vano della porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Seduta al tavolo, c&#39;è quella donna. Mi sorride, e le sue rughe con lei. Con una mano si sta versando del tè ma dalla teiera non esce nulla. Il servizio, di quelli buoni, è apparecchiato su di una tovaglia quadrata i cui angoli cadono dal bordo del tavolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Tutto è avvolto dall&#39;assenza di luce e la penombra è color seppia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;-Aiuto!- di nuovo quella voce. Davanti alla porta c&#39;è la finestra della cucina. Di spalle, una donna guarda fuori. Trema impaurita, forse piange ed è scossa dai singhiozzi. Con una mano stringe sul petto i lembi del suo cardigan scuro, l&#39;altra indica fuori. La finestra è al piano terra, riesco a vedere le luci di alcuni lampioni ed un prato. Mi avvicino alla donna guardando oltre i vetri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Lei indica fuori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E fuori vedo un&#39;ombra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Mi avvicino e e l&#39;ombra si avvicina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Mi fermo e l&#39;ombra si ferma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Continuo a scrutarla mentre lei segue i miei stessi movimenti. Finchè non capisco di essere io, quell&#39;ombra. E mi sveglio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFODreiLVK3-rHU6jJOMHmlYEMb3c0OYJi9duWCW9ofse9mk68MbdE7JiipE0Ke2_LdQfFXJbn1Nes-QxqDx2PeuAEkDDz4CXwELfcbpbzd-Ebjejq1GyRKCKhn-DLiCalAwZ/s1600-h/DSC_5059.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276061254471511266&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px&quot; alt=&quot;Ueno mon amour - tracina,2008&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFODreiLVK3-rHU6jJOMHmlYEMb3c0OYJi9duWCW9ofse9mk68MbdE7JiipE0Ke2_LdQfFXJbn1Nes-QxqDx2PeuAEkDDz4CXwELfcbpbzd-Ebjejq1GyRKCKhn-DLiCalAwZ/s400/DSC_5059.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...when the earth stopped moving, the river lost its flow...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/6883403332333006398/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=6883403332333006398&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6883403332333006398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6883403332333006398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/12/seguo.html' title='Seguo'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFODreiLVK3-rHU6jJOMHmlYEMb3c0OYJi9duWCW9ofse9mk68MbdE7JiipE0Ke2_LdQfFXJbn1Nes-QxqDx2PeuAEkDDz4CXwELfcbpbzd-Ebjejq1GyRKCKhn-DLiCalAwZ/s72-c/DSC_5059.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-2968503030376824266</id><published>2008-11-26T00:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:47:19.088+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animalia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beatrix Potter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goldfrapp"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>Ho tenuto</title><content type='html'>la tenerezza in una mano. E poi nell&#39;altra.&lt;br /&gt;Saperla anche mia ha colmato una mancanza. Di quando da bambino non potevo. Non volevano. E anche se adesso non ci sei più, di te mi resta il colore della neve tra le mani nude. E la sensazione di te che ti sciogli mentre passi nelle fessure delle mie dita aperte.&lt;br /&gt;Sei neve calda e tremi. Sei seta bianca colpita dal sole.&lt;br /&gt;E splendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KyfuQYfFV39vwxeMdgd1C-EjpJ7MJuzYdLkxfIkq6tQw9XDtlF6N-XPzGn0IPp93M8_1j0BNLPtzGcUA08ym3cH_UvzmlaMMEU8wYnU4szM1EPAU-1cK_CRBzJXN3mdaTr4b/s1600-h/Beatrix+Potter.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272720722156165026&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px&quot; alt=&quot;Beatrix Potter - Three Little Mice Sat Down to Spin&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KyfuQYfFV39vwxeMdgd1C-EjpJ7MJuzYdLkxfIkq6tQw9XDtlF6N-XPzGn0IPp93M8_1j0BNLPtzGcUA08ym3cH_UvzmlaMMEU8wYnU4szM1EPAU-1cK_CRBzJXN3mdaTr4b/s400/Beatrix+Potter.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...I make a shrine for you...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/2968503030376824266/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=2968503030376824266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2968503030376824266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2968503030376824266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/11/ho-tenuto.html' title='Ho tenuto'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KyfuQYfFV39vwxeMdgd1C-EjpJ7MJuzYdLkxfIkq6tQw9XDtlF6N-XPzGn0IPp93M8_1j0BNLPtzGcUA08ym3cH_UvzmlaMMEU8wYnU4szM1EPAU-1cK_CRBzJXN3mdaTr4b/s72-c/Beatrix+Potter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-3419785882299981499</id><published>2008-10-15T10:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:16:12.961+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antony and the johnsons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tokyo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="日本"/><title type='text'>Non basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;quel filo di trucco a nascondere i segni della stanchezza. Mi sorprendi a fissarti nel riflesso del vetro. Abbasso lo sguardo e arrossisco. Qui e&#39; difficile passare inosservati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Di te mi attirano i nodi che ti stringono il ventre. Ti costringono in una posa austera. Forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Elegante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Mi sembra di sentirlo, il peso di quei nodi. Di afferrarne il senso. Capirne la sostanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Senza quei nodi non saresti la stessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Senza quei nodi non sarei me stesso. Adesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Poi mi giro dopo essere sceso dal vagone. Sei andata ad occupare il mio posto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKvtI_a-OjSShZ1wuUVqC2g_rn2r-1KTfNkBQzZ_MRk-sG6c6z6tNHtFnZmYyx0Gb34vWT0XYpMpmKHwt-nZfsm_Z69Ow8zxPovCDaCIpWHo3swNJgZBiUZ5HJMdpzGzySjc5/s1600-h/DSC_3725.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257286476837145858&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;tracina - Ueno Tokyo Station&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKvtI_a-OjSShZ1wuUVqC2g_rn2r-1KTfNkBQzZ_MRk-sG6c6z6tNHtFnZmYyx0Gb34vWT0XYpMpmKHwt-nZfsm_Z69Ow8zxPovCDaCIpWHo3swNJgZBiUZ5HJMdpzGzySjc5/s400/DSC_3725.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...for him who thence could solace bring to his dark imagining...] &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/3419785882299981499/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=3419785882299981499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3419785882299981499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3419785882299981499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/10/non-basta.html' title='Non basta'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKvtI_a-OjSShZ1wuUVqC2g_rn2r-1KTfNkBQzZ_MRk-sG6c6z6tNHtFnZmYyx0Gb34vWT0XYpMpmKHwt-nZfsm_Z69Ow8zxPovCDaCIpWHo3swNJgZBiUZ5HJMdpzGzySjc5/s72-c/DSC_3725.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-1923579042250538814</id><published>2008-08-28T16:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:13:03.753+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antony and the johnsons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ichikawa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="日本"/><title type='text'>Proprio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: justify&quot;&gt;come quella sera che tornavo a casa dopo aver provato a telefonare.&lt;br /&gt;Muto, il telefono. Il mio bisogno di comunicare, come sospeso.&lt;br /&gt;E piove anche. Avrei dovuto portare l&#39;ombrello, penso alzando lo sguardo verso casa.&lt;br /&gt;Ed e&#39; li&#39; che li ho visti. Un uomo e una donna. Salire l&#39;ultima rampa di scale prima di fermarsi davanti alla loro porta. Proprio di fronte alla mia. Ridono, prima di entrare in casa. Chissa&#39; cosa si sono detti.&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre immaginato vuoto, quell&#39;appartamento. Qui, dove ogni stanza racchiude un mondo intero, ho immaginato una casa vuota. Identica alla mia. Vuota e immacolata, pero&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;Sotto la luce del lampione cadono distinte le gocce d&#39;acqua.&lt;br /&gt;Ed e&#39; in quel momento che mi accorgo di essere completamente asciutto. Attraverso di corsa la strada e salgo le scale. Digito il codice per aprire la porta. Mi tolgo le scarpe.&lt;br /&gt;E sono a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QHDbhEVr2zh25q8-GupxWFbT-TYapsJtqnThFHazObTyWaJJxVFSqTZd2Sk3uLOMigC6U1oWX1mMcOKJfBl8owMlNWEHDqTUUstjZVHd4Aq81YbVr09ly5eu9wx_hW3iVX0F/s1600-h/DSC_3084.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244658639654646770&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: pointer&quot; alt=&quot;Ichikawa mon amour- So lovely was the loneliness&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QHDbhEVr2zh25q8-GupxWFbT-TYapsJtqnThFHazObTyWaJJxVFSqTZd2Sk3uLOMigC6U1oWX1mMcOKJfBl8owMlNWEHDqTUUstjZVHd4Aq81YbVr09ly5eu9wx_hW3iVX0F/s400/DSC_3084.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...so lovely was the loneliness...] &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/1923579042250538814/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=1923579042250538814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/1923579042250538814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/1923579042250538814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/08/proprio.html' title='Proprio'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QHDbhEVr2zh25q8-GupxWFbT-TYapsJtqnThFHazObTyWaJJxVFSqTZd2Sk3uLOMigC6U1oWX1mMcOKJfBl8owMlNWEHDqTUUstjZVHd4Aq81YbVr09ly5eu9wx_hW3iVX0F/s72-c/DSC_3084.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-9159496689244873551</id><published>2008-07-31T11:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:23:37.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quel ragazzo</title><content type='html'>di cui ho tanto parlato, adesso si trova lontano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgXE3Vj4nTBauXkarkg7QRLelt6WT4xXA8_hVmSbtdZcrHFcpHrFsFZikLyvN73-mXYRTWSRJ-1Je0QxkLX64Zdllnjgooj7HXl3dQsObvrcJEqk6OPfDuS9vMjl6HJrJdrMG/s1600-h/DSC_2626.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgXE3Vj4nTBauXkarkg7QRLelt6WT4xXA8_hVmSbtdZcrHFcpHrFsFZikLyvN73-mXYRTWSRJ-1Je0QxkLX64Zdllnjgooj7HXl3dQsObvrcJEqk6OPfDuS9vMjl6HJrJdrMG/s400/DSC_2626.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244661014200880194&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/9159496689244873551/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=9159496689244873551&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/9159496689244873551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/9159496689244873551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/07/quel-ragazzo.html' title='Quel ragazzo'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgXE3Vj4nTBauXkarkg7QRLelt6WT4xXA8_hVmSbtdZcrHFcpHrFsFZikLyvN73-mXYRTWSRJ-1Je0QxkLX64Zdllnjgooj7HXl3dQsObvrcJEqk6OPfDuS9vMjl6HJrJdrMG/s72-c/DSC_2626.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-7987183056138441951</id><published>2008-06-13T15:59:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:39:50.482+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antony and the johnsons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>Con la testa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;appoggiata fra le mani, fissa l&#39;orizzonte lontano. Da secoli. Prendendosi gioco del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Soltanto stamattina mi sono accorto di quanto mi assomigli. Non solo nell&#39;atteggiamento. Anche nella sostanza. Entrambi siamo immobili e densi. Lui di pietra. Io di carne. Lui di carne. Io di pietra.&lt;br /&gt;Dipende dai punti di vista.&lt;br /&gt;Si tratta, ora, di decidere se restare a guardare il panorama o se diventarne parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGKi-saE1IAnVhYPsa16UQ50CydBXnv7s2U9yMfq3DOWGhfKaqiM_4RZ2VCx1u9zNjyUb4OyXLOfHoPkE_LY6Tqjfs-325eH6XSG6k9JqVmAIdhs4b5Af3lj9KTNeLyI1zemk/s1600-h/gargolla.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGKi-saE1IAnVhYPsa16UQ50CydBXnv7s2U9yMfq3DOWGhfKaqiM_4RZ2VCx1u9zNjyUb4OyXLOfHoPkE_LY6Tqjfs-325eH6XSG6k9JqVmAIdhs4b5Af3lj9KTNeLyI1zemk/s400/gargolla.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;tracina - paris mon amour&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402021066702642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...yet that terror was not fright but a tremolous delight...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/7987183056138441951/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=7987183056138441951&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/7987183056138441951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/7987183056138441951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/06/con-la-testa.html' title='Con la testa'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGKi-saE1IAnVhYPsa16UQ50CydBXnv7s2U9yMfq3DOWGhfKaqiM_4RZ2VCx1u9zNjyUb4OyXLOfHoPkE_LY6Tqjfs-325eH6XSG6k9JqVmAIdhs4b5Af3lj9KTNeLyI1zemk/s72-c/gargolla.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-1646479161236537425</id><published>2008-05-20T23:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:39:50.513+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antony and the johnsons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="michael cashmore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the cat people"/><title type='text'>Bevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;direttamente dalla bottiglia.&lt;br /&gt;Acqua.&lt;br /&gt;Dovrebbe essere insapore, mi dico. Questa, invece, ha un retrogusto amarognolo. Ma va bene se serve a sciacquarmi la bocca dal gusto troppo dolce di un wafer alla nocciola.&lt;br /&gt;Al buio seguo col dorso della mano il profilo del mobile che porta verso il bagno.&lt;br /&gt;Ed è mentre cammino come un cieco che ripenso a quel sapore. Al buio mi ricordo di tante cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37uvg6LFdCPs4mU9LMm32fZS4Naae_nrDRVYqj4ogPa0bXObmY5ln5qnhhoHUqOUxBFDO0KH0Q83o0No7eecJmyr__CHsOCyAI7x5NoyFgfFVLSe3Ss0zV38xnHm56OsxeWwu/s1600-h/cat+people.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37uvg6LFdCPs4mU9LMm32fZS4Naae_nrDRVYqj4ogPa0bXObmY5ln5qnhhoHUqOUxBFDO0KH0Q83o0No7eecJmyr__CHsOCyAI7x5NoyFgfFVLSe3Ss0zV38xnHm56OsxeWwu/s400/cat+people.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202566345462100642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;[...I&#39;m scared of the middle place between light and nowhere...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/1646479161236537425/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=1646479161236537425&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/1646479161236537425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/1646479161236537425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/05/bevo.html' title='Bevo'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37uvg6LFdCPs4mU9LMm32fZS4Naae_nrDRVYqj4ogPa0bXObmY5ln5qnhhoHUqOUxBFDO0KH0Q83o0No7eecJmyr__CHsOCyAI7x5NoyFgfFVLSe3Ss0zV38xnHm56OsxeWwu/s72-c/cat+people.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-3529759537597082968</id><published>2008-04-09T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:39:50.637+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="madre"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tamara de lempicka"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdena"/><title type='text'>Alzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;lo sguardo dal mio piatto. Lei è lì, seduta davanti a me. Come sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Ha finito di mangiare e fissa un punto nel piatto di mio padre. Il vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;Gli occhi spalancati. Immobili. Di liquido vetro azzurro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;E se morisse adesso, mentre la guardo?&lt;/span&gt; penso.&lt;br /&gt;Abbasso subito gli occhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dov&#39;è andata&lt;/span&gt;, mi chiedo.&lt;br /&gt;E cerco di immaginarlo, quel posto. Ma è così lontano. Così suo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Torna!&lt;/span&gt;, mi verrebbe da urlarle.&lt;br /&gt;Alzo di nuovo gli occhi su di lei. Sta ancora così. Immobile. Stavolta la fisso più a lungo. Vorrei capire dove va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Non troppo a lungo&lt;/span&gt;, mi dico. Non voglio che se ne accorga.&lt;br /&gt;Di nuovo abbasso gli occhi.&lt;br /&gt;Di nuovo torno a guardarla.&lt;br /&gt;Di colpo mi sento avvampare il viso. Mi sta fissando. Lei. Dritto negli occhi. E ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mi spii&lt;/span&gt;, mi chiede.&lt;br /&gt;Io non riesco a dirle nulla. Forse un no appena sussurrato.&lt;br /&gt;Viene anche a me da ridere. Perchè in quel posto mi ci ha portato.&lt;br /&gt;E c&#39;eravamo soltanto noi due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDX9PFvUHCW0OpAqcH7UOdUUrGNqDqYxFYfBRZGTIwidO961j3IQy1ZAO7rockXkRExObwD_wpqXmqSjrlT9e3Lbh-bNvn1dRj_jnkw4gAdxB8h059XZ44wtfo7fppbOK3znmb/s1600-h/Tamara+De+Lempicka+-+Portrait+d%27une+jeune+fille.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDX9PFvUHCW0OpAqcH7UOdUUrGNqDqYxFYfBRZGTIwidO961j3IQy1ZAO7rockXkRExObwD_wpqXmqSjrlT9e3Lbh-bNvn1dRj_jnkw4gAdxB8h059XZ44wtfo7fppbOK3znmb/s400/Tamara+De+Lempicka+-+Portrait+d%27une+jeune+fille.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187246575260806098&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[...se solo fossi qui, parlerei di più...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/3529759537597082968/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=3529759537597082968&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3529759537597082968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3529759537597082968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/04/alzo.html' title='Alzo'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDX9PFvUHCW0OpAqcH7UOdUUrGNqDqYxFYfBRZGTIwidO961j3IQy1ZAO7rockXkRExObwD_wpqXmqSjrlT9e3Lbh-bNvn1dRj_jnkw4gAdxB8h059XZ44wtfo7fppbOK3znmb/s72-c/Tamara+De+Lempicka+-+Portrait+d%27une+jeune+fille.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-7988281609281915932</id><published>2008-04-04T12:21:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:39:50.781+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antony and the johnsons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="michael cashmore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>La risposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;sarà sempre la stessa. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Niente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Immaginare mi viene meglio che vivere. Tutto diventa così reale che è come se lo stessi facendo veramente. Faccio mie cose che non ho. Arringo folle nella solitudine della mia stanza e coltivo piante che non ho mai seminato. Leggo libri che non ho mai avuto e sfoglio foto che non ho mai scattato. In questa vita immaginata non sono poi tanto diverso da come sono in realtà.&lt;br /&gt;Solo un po&#39; più ricco. Di entusiasmo, ovviamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30MtJPZBl3NfZeThGdqZenMessYP6aR7EMKvnyr7e9-R_GeMDj1UDICGINg57W4XtJ_HuX7fAodqYGdi7hTQxPFVU_rH-13Y9PD8nQPQKbIBY0xQ8a3Qjj-urSNFIf-dHl9qM/s1600-h/romanina+mon+amour+II.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30MtJPZBl3NfZeThGdqZenMessYP6aR7EMKvnyr7e9-R_GeMDj1UDICGINg57W4XtJ_HuX7fAodqYGdi7hTQxPFVU_rH-13Y9PD8nQPQKbIBY0xQ8a3Qjj-urSNFIf-dHl9qM/s400/romanina+mon+amour+II.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;tracina - romanina mon amour II&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374819923274674&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[...you close your eyes and I die...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/7988281609281915932/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=7988281609281915932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/7988281609281915932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/7988281609281915932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-risposta.html' title='La risposta'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30MtJPZBl3NfZeThGdqZenMessYP6aR7EMKvnyr7e9-R_GeMDj1UDICGINg57W4XtJ_HuX7fAodqYGdi7hTQxPFVU_rH-13Y9PD8nQPQKbIBY0xQ8a3Qjj-urSNFIf-dHl9qM/s72-c/romanina+mon+amour+II.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-7204797828106359943</id><published>2008-03-17T12:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:21:54.155+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Albrecht Dürer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goldfrapp"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;il segreto per rendere felici gli altri è assecondarli, io voglio un mondo pieno di tristezza e disperazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Voglio che i bambini muoiano di fame. E che siano i loro genitori a seppellirli. Voglio che il debole soccomba sempre. Sconfitto e dimenticato. E voglio che il malato si aggravi e che il sano si ammali. Voglio che aumenti la desertificazione e che si sciolgano i ghiacci perenni.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio che, chi dorme, riempia la barca di pesci. E che, chi di colpo è ferito, all&#39;istante perisca.&lt;br /&gt;E voglio farmi anche un&#39;insalata fresca.&lt;br /&gt;Con l&#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;erbavoglio&lt;/span&gt; del giardino del re.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2786/durerrevelationfourridepi9.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Albrecht Dürer-I quattro cavalieri dell&#39;Apocalisse,1497-98&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...only clowns would play with those balloons...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/7204797828106359943/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=7204797828106359943&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/7204797828106359943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/7204797828106359943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/03/se.html' title='Se'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-6918771682093732126</id><published>2008-02-21T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:32:58.333+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coming out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yeah yeah yeahs"/><title type='text'>Usciti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;dal cinema, ci sorprende una pioggia leggera. A terra, tante piccole macchie. Rotonde e scure, l&#39;asfalto ancora asciutto sembra sporcarsi. L&#39;autobus passa subito. Trema. E spezzetta le parole in bocca. Rallenta. Guardo in basso, attraverso la porta. Il nastro di colori uniformi e lucidi che si ferma dietro al vetro è solo il marciapiede. Sorrido. Saluto e scendo. Non prendo subito la via di casa. Aspetto prima che ripartano: fermo davanti al loro finestrino continuo a salutarli. Lei ride e gli dice qualcosa ma non riesco a leggerle le labbra. Pazienza, mi dico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E mi incammino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.arcigayroma.it/arcigayroma/index.asp?id_dettaglio=998&amp;amp;id=55&amp;amp;sezione=News&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Sit-In di solidarietà al Coming Out&quot; src=&quot;http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5646/franceschi1229118218021fm9.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...well, I&#39;ll go, I&#39;ll go, pushin&#39; in the pin..] &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/6918771682093732126/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=6918771682093732126&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6918771682093732126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6918771682093732126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/02/usciti.html' title='Usciti'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-2235535413014552257</id><published>2008-02-11T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:02:25.615+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the knife"/><title type='text'>La luce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;riflessa sul vetro della finestra di fronte riempie la stanza. E&#39; accecante se la guardo dritta in faccia. Poi si attenua lentamente e scende. E scende piano il sole. Timido. Dietro l&#39;orizzonte breve dei palazzi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E&#39; ancora giorno e in questa stanza già tramonta il sole. Si spegne l&#39;ultimo riverbero di luce. Se chiudo gli occhi vedo solo macchie rosse e bianche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;hinomaru&quot; src=&quot;http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/2497/hinomaruws9.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...say you need it when you don&#39;t...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/2235535413014552257/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=2235535413014552257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2235535413014552257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/2235535413014552257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-luce.html' title='La luce'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-4657975632067575686</id><published>2008-01-23T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:23:06.067+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sogni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vashti bunyan"/><title type='text'>Vorrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;avere il dono delle lingue. Per capire. E non aver paura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;O averne, quando è giusto averne. E allontanarmi. Fingendo indifferenza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Vorrei avere il dono delle lingue. Per partire. E magari non tornare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;O tornare dopo tanti anni. E stupirmi e dire &lt;em&gt;guarda com&#39;è diverso, adesso&lt;/em&gt;. Tenendoci per mano. Come quando siamo partiti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Respirano ancora i miei sogni in fondo a quel fosso. L&#39;acqua è scura e li protegge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Forse mi tufferò a riprenderli. E se necessario li stenderò al sole ad asciugare. Saranno un po&#39; sbiaditi, forse. Ma non importa. Di nuovi son già pronto a farne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;BANUG a.k.a darkshine - Ningyou&quot; src=&quot;http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/2958/ningyouxr0.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...back again in time for day, in a lily pond I lay...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/4657975632067575686/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=4657975632067575686&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/4657975632067575686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/4657975632067575686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/01/vorrei.html' title='Vorrei'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-9046402914236706607</id><published>2008-01-10T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:08:57.757+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="javier marchàn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mychael danna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sogni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sufjan stevens"/><title type='text'>Quando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;sogno che intorno a me c&#39;è nebbia, mi sveglio sentendomi come fossi in ritardo. Eppure non ho un appuntamento. Sento come se un motore compisse migliaia e migliaia di giri per permettere al mio corpo semplicemente di mettersi in piedi. O aprire gli occhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;C&#39;era un&#39;isola stavolta. E una partita di pallone. E una festa a cui avrei dovuto essere, ma che spiavo da lontano. All&#39;aperto. Di notte. Piccole luci appese fra i rami spogli degli alberi, sfere bianche nella nebbia. E fango a terra e sulle mie scarpe. E un prato verde e bagnato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Mi è bastato vedere un cappello, ieri, e ho sognato chi l&#39;indossava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Il signore delle uova oggi non c&#39;era. C&#39;era suo figlio. Avrei voluto chiedergli dove fosse il padre. Lui mi chiede sempre dei miei nonni. Sempre. E anche se oggi non c&#39;era, gliel&#39;ho detto lo stesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Stanno bene, grazie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Egg (To Christopher Columbus) by Javier Marchán, 2006 - Photograph: Harold Koopmans&quot; src=&quot;http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/7369/egg4mk9.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...all things go, all things go to recreate us...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/9046402914236706607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=9046402914236706607&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/9046402914236706607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/9046402914236706607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2008/01/quando.html' title='Quando'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-3078223488239059935</id><published>2008-01-04T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:56:29.124+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gregory crewdson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valeria rossi"/><title type='text'>Guardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;la pioggia che lentamente scende. Così lenta che quasi sembra neve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Quante volte fermo a questo incrocio &lt;em&gt;e ora dove vado&lt;/em&gt;, mi son chiesto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Quante volte fermo a questo incrocio non mi sono chiesto nulla. Invece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Solo a volte. A volte in compagnia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ed è bello quando, in compagnia, si prende la stessa direzione senza dirsi nulla. Perchè non è necessario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Se l&#39;obiettivo è lo stesso, le indicazioni si troveranno strada facendo. E se non si troveranno, sarà lo stesso bello perdersi insieme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Tanto la strada per casa io la ritrovo sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Gregory Crewdson - Untitled, Summer 2004 - Digital C-print(Merchant&#39;s Row from Beneath the Roses)&quot; src=&quot;http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/8827/gregorycrewdsonhe1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...spero di assomigliare a te, che parli con le cose intorno...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/3078223488239059935/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=3078223488239059935&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3078223488239059935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3078223488239059935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2007/12/guardo.html' title='Guardo'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-3579669999123512740</id><published>2007-12-28T00:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:46:49.480+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animalia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colette calascione"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yann tiersen"/><title type='text'>Si desta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;dal sonno pomeridiano, la gatta. Disturbata dal nostro arrivo, lenta si alza.&lt;/div&gt;Si scuote di dosso la polvere. E ci ignora.&lt;br /&gt;Cammina verso altro calore. Il ventre è largo, gonfio di vite. Raccoglie i suoi passi neri in un balzo.&lt;br /&gt;E salta.&lt;br /&gt;Se il piede è incerto, la volontà è di ferro.&lt;br /&gt;Si spezzerà, penso. E invece, come fosse ancora una ragazzina, atterra dritta. Poggiando prima uno, poi l&#39;altro piede. Si gira e sorride.&lt;br /&gt;Allora ciao, dice.&lt;br /&gt;Lui, con un gesto d&#39;altri tempi, solleva il cappello dalla testa e fa un piccolo inchino. Si chiudono le porte. Resta dentro l&#39;eco di una risata che si allontana.&lt;br /&gt;Si capisce che non sono sposati. Lei non si è affannata a cercargli un posto a sedere.&lt;br /&gt;Lui, su gambe incerte, stringe forte la mano intorno all&#39;apposito sostegno. Magari pregando di non cadere. E la guarda. L&#39;ascolta persino.&lt;br /&gt;Li osservo. Joanna canta. E non sento cosa si dicono.&lt;br /&gt;Poi lei scende. Con un balzo. E lui può finalmente cercarsi un posto a sedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/2152/twobirdssoldforakisscolwn6.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Two Birds Sold for a Kiss - Colette Calascione,Oil on Wood(1995)&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...you&#39;re so innocent when you sleep...]&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/3579669999123512740/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=3579669999123512740&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3579669999123512740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3579669999123512740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2007/12/si-desta.html' title='Si desta'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-8052490251419611330</id><published>2007-12-22T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:29:31.879+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the nightmare before christmas"/><title type='text'>La gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;per strada mi guarda e mi sorride. Auguri, mi dice. Congratulazioni.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie, rispondo imbarazzato.&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine quel traguardo è arrivato. Mi piaceva guardarlo da lontano.&lt;br /&gt;Non sarò mai tuo.&lt;br /&gt;Non sarò più tuo.&lt;br /&gt;Ed è strano, adesso. E&#39; di nuovo lontano. Ed è l&#39;ultima volta, questa, che mi girerò indietro a salutare.&lt;br /&gt;Forse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;traguardo di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/2128871584/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;500&quot; alt=&quot;traguardo&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2128871584_a721970d82.jpg&quot; width=&quot;375&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...bimbi e bimbe di ogni età, ecco qualcosa che vi stupirà...] &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/8052490251419611330/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=8052490251419611330&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/8052490251419611330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/8052490251419611330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-gente.html' title='La gente'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2128871584_a721970d82_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-6538645371502200836</id><published>2007-11-28T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:02:29.968+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joanna newsom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lili de la mora"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="madre"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ryan francesconi"/><title type='text'>Certe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;cose riesco a dirle solo così. All&#39;improvviso. Dando l&#39;impressione di non averle meditate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;A dicembre, le ho detto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E lei ha interrotto una frase a metà. Accennando un sorriso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ho visto il momento esatto in cui le sue pupille sono sparite. Per lasciare spazio a tutto l&#39;azzurro dei suoi occhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Come se le mie parole fossero state di luce. E gliele avessi puntate dritte in faccia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Non riesce ad aggiungere altro. Così esco dalla sua stanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E dicembre è alle porte. E non so ancora quando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/1388645318/&quot; title=&quot;la fille qui roule une cigarette di hey, stupido gatto!, su Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1343/1388645318_4648420874_o.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;375&quot; alt=&quot;tracina - la fille qui roule une cigarette&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...let my silence speak for me...]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/6538645371502200836/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=6538645371502200836&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6538645371502200836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6538645371502200836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2007/11/certe.html' title='Certe'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-6559627787808665953</id><published>2007-11-01T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:39:50.973+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goldfrapp"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="michael kenna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>Ogni volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;che ce ne andiamo io mi giro e continuo a salutarli con la mano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Perchè forse è l&#39;ultima volta, mi dico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E sorrido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Perchè mi piace pensare che l&#39;ultima volta che ci siamo visti, ci siamo salutati sorridendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anche se in realtà lei piange. Per me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anche se in realtà lui ride. Per me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E dopo essere partiti e aver preso la grande curva, io mi giro ed è in quel momento che riappare la casa. Lontana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzHwQj4uJujUykMFE9Emb7w2Yury7F3lZeJRbCO1Qaocirg1M2ypObgcEb9dFwWMH1pmidOkx5aGjsVrW3fZbMMittX46DYjmZZ6QYDXa4a-EbnM3WC8HGANikHGRdRnGWNN_/s1600-h/19.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127863406282241970&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;Michael Kenna - Moai, Study 2, Rano Raraku, Easter Island. 2000&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzHwQj4uJujUykMFE9Emb7w2Yury7F3lZeJRbCO1Qaocirg1M2ypObgcEb9dFwWMH1pmidOkx5aGjsVrW3fZbMMittX46DYjmZZ6QYDXa4a-EbnM3WC8HGANikHGRdRnGWNN_/s400/19.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;[...why can&#39;t this be killing you...] &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/6559627787808665953/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=6559627787808665953&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6559627787808665953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/6559627787808665953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2007/11/ogni-volta.html' title='Ogni volta'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzHwQj4uJujUykMFE9Emb7w2Yury7F3lZeJRbCO1Qaocirg1M2ypObgcEb9dFwWMH1pmidOkx5aGjsVrW3fZbMMittX46DYjmZZ6QYDXa4a-EbnM3WC8HGANikHGRdRnGWNN_/s72-c/19.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9471402.post-3511445865311029634</id><published>2007-10-19T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:37:40.571+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joanna newsom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monocromo©"/><title type='text'>E&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;questa strana sensazione. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Di quelle che forse era meglio se rimanevo a letto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Di quelle che non riesco a definire ma che hanno una loro colonna sonora precisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;E invece dei pensieri per tutto il giorno nella testa suona un concerto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Gli stessi artisti che a turno tornano ad esibirsi sul palco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ed io, unico spettatore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Privilegio di cui avrei fatto volentieri a meno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Condivisione di foto&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracina/1432979309/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;500&quot; alt=&quot;joanna newsom @ circolo degli artisti - rome 27/9/2007&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/1432979309_4564094cac.jpg&quot; width=&quot;375&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...Oh desire, oh desire, oh desire...]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/feeds/3511445865311029634/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9471402&amp;postID=3511445865311029634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3511445865311029634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9471402/posts/default/3511445865311029634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracina.blogspot.com/2007/10/e.html' title='E&#39;'/><author><name>tracina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07585242295411548990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/1432979309_4564094cac_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>

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