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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-789650573272671709</id><published>2010-04-04T12:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:56:50.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Radio Staka augura a tutti quanti una buona Pasqua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-789650573272671709?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/789650573272671709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>di un abbaglio, di una luce...di una speranza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Di un Abbaglio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;L'Amore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Di una Luce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br 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style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;lo Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1697126945657024013?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1697126945657024013/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1697126945657024013' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1697126945657024013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://youtube.com/v/nplemK3Y4ns'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ricordiamo un poeta del Calcio...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1090122496853454022?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1090122496853454022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1090122496853454022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/11/george-best-tribute.html' title='George Best Tribute'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-9191645986293122719</id><published>2009-09-20T05:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:05:25.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Supergrass, Tales of Endurance (album Road to Rouen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAvaInf0Qu8&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAvaInf0Qu8&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Dedico questo pezzo a tutti gli staka ragazzi che hanno intrapreso o intraprenderanno presto un viaggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;staka_Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-9191645986293122719?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/9191645986293122719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/9191645986293122719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/09/supergrass-tales-of-endurance-album.html' title='Supergrass, Tales of Endurance (album Road to Rouen)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4023573341249513242</id><published>2009-08-22T13:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:44:44.465Z</updated><title type='text'>Il mio nome è nessuno - Discorso finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oQVEoeK7PaI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oQVEoeK7PaI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Davvero profetico...ascoltatelo tutto, una delle più belle favole dell'immortale Sergio Leone...con tanto di lezioni utili anche nella vita quotidiana.&lt;br /&gt;L'ultima parte la dedico a tutti gli staka_Boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4023573341249513242?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4023573341249513242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4023573341249513242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/08/il-mio-nome-e-nessuno-discorso-finale.html' title='Il mio nome è nessuno - Discorso finale'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-913372900584760031</id><published>2009-08-10T14:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:51:11.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CENSURATO DALLE TV ITALIANE!GUARDALO TUTTO,ILLUMINANTE!5/5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JMbr_gKDWx8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JMbr_gKDWx8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;non lo diciamo solo noi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-913372900584760031?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9f06QZCVUHg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9f06QZCVUHg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una canzone per l'estate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4553103944740452400?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4553103944740452400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4553103944740452400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/07/bryan-adams-summer-of-69.html' title='Bryan Adams - Summer of 69'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7849857841865261736</id><published>2009-07-03T23:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:01:42.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsabilita’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di Giovanni Annunziata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“La storia siamo noi, nessuno si senta offeso […] nessuno si senta escluso”&lt;br /&gt;F. De Gregori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noi siamo responsabili di tutto ciò che ci accade. Si. Può sembrare un’affermazione forte, cruda, qualcuno magari, leggendola penserà di non essere d’accordo. Eppure è proprio così. Spetta a noi, e a nessun altro prendersi la responsabilità delle cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma cosa vuol dire esattamente prendersi la responsabilità? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essere responsabili vuol dire letteralmente essere capaci di rispondere in maniera “&lt;strong&gt;abile&lt;/strong&gt;”, appropriata a qualsiasi evento. Responsabile non significa colpevole, ma capace di agire in maniera efficace.&lt;br /&gt;Essere responsabili significa chiedersi sempre “&lt;strong&gt;Cosa posso fare io per affrontare al meglio questa situazione?&lt;/strong&gt;”; significa scegliere i propri pensieri, le proprie azioni, e non vivere in balia degli eventi, lasciando che il proprio stato d’animo sia determinato da fattori esterni, o che alibi, scuse e giustificazioni ci impediscano di agire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spesso rovesciamo sugli altri le colpe di ciò che non va, o l’onere di provvedere al cambiamento. Puntiamo il dito sugli altri senza prima guardare con onesta’ dentro di noi, iniziando a cambiare noi per primi. Ci lamentiamo del traffico impazzito delle nostre città, dell’ inquinamento, dell’economia, dello stress, della salute… Ma cosa facciamo concretamente noi ogni giorno? Poco o nulla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anche quando facciamo (o ci sembra di fare) tanto, chiediamoci sempre se c’è qualcosa di più o di diverso che possiamo fare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spetta a noi cambiare le cose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fare la più grande rivoluzione di tutti i tempi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iniziare a vivere in maniera consapevole e non lasciarsi trascinare da uno stile di vita che sta ammazzando il nostro pianeta e rendendo le nostre vite frenetiche e nervose.&lt;br /&gt;L’altro giorno ho visto un bimbo, non più di cinque anni, che, mentre camminava in strada con i genitori, si è chinato per raccogliere un foglio di giornale (tra le proteste della mamma…) per buttarlo in un cestino. In senso metaforico o letterale, facciamo lo stesso. Diamoci da fare.&lt;br /&gt;Vogliamo un mondo migliore, iniziamo ad essere noi un pochino migliori. &lt;strong&gt;La storia siamo noi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho trovato questo interessante articolo e lo prendo come spunto per tornare qui a scrivere, come non facevo oramai da molto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E’ da tanto che mi chiedo quanto sia sensato avere un Blog per poi non “usarlo” mai.&lt;br /&gt;Mi chiedo ma soprattutto chiedo al gruppo Staka tutto, cosa vuol dire promettere cambiamento, rilancio e tant’altro attorno ad un tavolo per poi non scrivere praticamente mai su uno spazio creato a posta per “dare” qualcosa, che è nostro, a tutti.&lt;br /&gt;Ha senso avere il timore di scrivere le proprie idee o peggio ancora snobbare qualcosa che è nostro?&lt;br /&gt;Cos’è?&lt;br /&gt;Mancanza di coraggio? Svogliatezza?&lt;br /&gt;Chiedo a tutti i componenti dello Staka Team e solo a loro, di trovare la forza per scrivere qui due righe e spiegarmi le proprie ragioni, chiedo serietà nei commenti. Io credo che ognuno sia libero di dire e fare ciò che vuole, ma credo anche che RadioStaka meriti più rispetto poiché quando nacque e quando “rinacque” fu circondato di idee, di voglia di fare. Ora dove sono?&lt;br /&gt;O ci state e contribuite oppure, tranquillamente e con tutto il rispetto, potete lasciare. Ma vi pregherei almeno di avere la faccia per dirlo qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7849857841865261736?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7849857841865261736/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7849857841865261736' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7849857841865261736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7849857841865261736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2060871706895126376</id><published>2009-06-18T09:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:15:43.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Don't look back in anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/X4nXa-jngTs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/X4nXa-jngTs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cari lettori di RadioStaka, questo il mio personalissimo regalo per i miei 27 anni...tanto so che la mia radio preferita me lo permette ; -)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2060871706895126376?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2060871706895126376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2060871706895126376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/06/oasis-don-look-back-in-anger.html' title='Oasis - Don&amp;#39;t look back in anger'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8618586490844197818</id><published>2009-06-11T09:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:38:11.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrico Berlinguer in Abruzzo. 1972 - 1982</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/eemlA2U_clM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eemlA2U_clM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 giugno 1984 - 11 giugno 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 anni fa....in ricordo di uno dei padri della nostra Nazione, quando ancora si poteva chiamare tale...CIAO ENRICO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ci si salva e si va avanti se si agisce insieme e non solo uno per uno".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "La questione morale esiste da tempo, ma ormai essa è diventata la questione politica prima ed essenziale perché dalla sua soluzione dipende la ripresa di fiducia nelle istituzioni, la effettiva governabilità del paese e la tenuta del regime democratico". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I partiti di oggi sono soprattutto macchine di potere e di clientela". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8618586490844197818?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8618586490844197818/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8618586490844197818' title='48 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8618586490844197818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8618586490844197818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/06/enrico-berlinguer-in-abruzzo-1972-1982.html' title='Enrico Berlinguer in Abruzzo. 1972 - 1982'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8610278922822594162</id><published>2009-05-28T17:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:35:56.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Domani 21 Aprile 2009 Artisti uniti per l'Abruzzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/p_WyCOGZjbM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/p_WyCOGZjbM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per l' ABRUZZO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8610278922822594162?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8610278922822594162/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8610278922822594162' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8610278922822594162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8610278922822594162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/05/domani-21-aprile-2009-artisti-uniti-per.html' title='Domani 21 Aprile 2009 Artisti uniti per l&amp;#39;Abruzzo'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8599706775012323942</id><published>2009-05-11T07:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:44:02.109Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATTUALITA&apos;'/><title type='text'>Migranti noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SgfW9fqRx2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/FPCFg6G8wLQ/s1600-h/Immigrazione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SgfW9fqRx2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/FPCFg6G8wLQ/s400/Immigrazione.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334468635602831202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articolo tratto da rainews24.rai.it di commovente e preoccupante attualità:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Non amano l'acqua, molti di loro puzzano perché tengono lo stesso vestito per molte settimane.&lt;br /&gt;Si costruiscono baracche di legno ed alluminio nelle periferie delle città dove vivono, vicini gli uni agli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Quando riescono ad avvicinarsi al centro affittano a caro prezzo appartamenti fatiscenti.&lt;br /&gt;Si presentano di solito in due e cercano una stanza con uso di cucina. Dopo pochi giorni diventano quattro, sei, dieci.&lt;br /&gt;Tra loro parlano lingue a noi incomprensibili, probabilmente antichi dialetti.&lt;br /&gt;Molti bambini vengono utilizzati per chiedere l'elemosina ma sovente davanti alle chiese donne vestite di scuro e uomini quasi sempre anziani invocano pietà, con toni lamentosi e petulanti.&lt;br /&gt;Fanno molti figli che faticano a mantenere e sono assai uniti tra di loro.&lt;br /&gt;Dicono che siano dediti al furto e, se ostacolati, violenti. Le nostre donne li evitano non solo perché poco attraenti e selvatici ma perché si è diffusa la voce di alcuni stupri consumati dopo agguati in strade periferiche quando le donne tornano dal lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;I nostri governanti hanno aperto troppo gli ingressi alle frontiere ma, soprattutto, non hanno saputo selezionare tra coloro che entrano nel nostro paese per lavorare e quelli che pensano di vivere di espedienti o, addirittura, attività criminali".&lt;br /&gt;La relazione così prosegue: "Propongo che si privilegino i veneti e i lombardi, tardi di comprendonio e ignoranti ma disposti più di altri a lavorare. Si adattano ad abitazioni&lt;br /&gt;che gli americani rifiutano pur che le famiglie rimangano unite e non contestano il salario. Gli altri, quelli ai quali è riferita gran parte di questa prima relazione, provengono dal sud dell'Italia. Vi invito a controllare i documenti di provenienza e a rimpatriare i più.&lt;br /&gt;La nostra sicurezza deve essere la prima preoccupazione".&lt;br /&gt;Il testo è tratto da una relazione dell'Ispettorato per l'Immigrazione del Congresso americano sugli immigrati italiani negli Stati Uniti, Ottobre 1912 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte http://www.rainews24.rai.it/it/news.php?newsid=117881&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staka_Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8599706775012323942?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8599706775012323942/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8599706775012323942' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8599706775012323942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8599706775012323942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/05/migranti-noi.html' title='Migranti noi'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SgfW9fqRx2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/FPCFg6G8wLQ/s72-c/Immigrazione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-6880755604123741786</id><published>2009-05-10T21:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:48:06.627Z</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd - Mother (Live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/r9rYXZnoMn0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/r9rYXZnoMn0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RadioStaka vuole dedicare questa perla a tutte le mamme del mondo...perchè quelle si che sono le unica SANTE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-6880755604123741786?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6880755604123741786/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=6880755604123741786' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6880755604123741786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6880755604123741786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-floyd-mother-live.html' title='Pink Floyd - Mother (Live)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7305533523951259991</id><published>2009-05-05T20:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:04:14.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVENTI'/><title type='text'>Metro_Borghi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SgCk4v8ceOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y10HL8Tnovg/s1600-h/LOCANDINArid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SgCk4v8ceOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y10HL8Tnovg/s400/LOCANDINArid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443253656287458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari amici desideriamo invitarvi a partecipare alla presentazione del workshop Pescara Metro-Borghi, una valida occasione per confrontarci sul tema delle emergenze urbane e sul ruolo dell'architettura storica minore all'interno della città contemporanea.&lt;br /&gt;Nello specifico il workshop (che si svolgerà a settembre) si occuperà delle due aree di Borgo marino nord (vicino la chiesa di S.Andrea) e del Castello-filanda in via Molte Bolza (vicino l'ospedale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staka_Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7305533523951259991?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7305533523951259991/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7305533523951259991' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7305533523951259991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7305533523951259991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/05/metroborghi.html' title='Metro_Borghi'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SgCk4v8ceOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y10HL8Tnovg/s72-c/LOCANDINArid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4667257518989877296</id><published>2009-04-17T14:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:30:16.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - The Rip (Portishead cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zPPH1qg8Qo4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zPPH1qg8Qo4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amici di Radio_Staka, ascoltate questo bel pezzo dei Portishead rifatto dai Radiohead. Da notare 2 cose: La voce di Thom Yorke, più che una voce uno strumento musicale, e per gli "appassionati" in basso a destra poggiato sul tavolo c'è sempre lui... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4667257518989877296?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4667257518989877296/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4667257518989877296' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4667257518989877296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4667257518989877296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/04/radiohead-rip-portishead-cover_17.html' title='Radiohead - The Rip (Portishead cover)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4954473633659851024</id><published>2009-04-08T09:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:22:53.786Z</updated><title type='text'>SENZA TITOLO</title><content type='html'>Anche Radio_Staka vuole esprimere, seppur nel suo piccolo e limitato spazio, la propria vicinanza agli uomini e alle donne colpite da questa indescrivibile situazione.&lt;br /&gt;L'indifferenza non fà parte delle persone, delle persone vere.&lt;br /&gt;L'indifferenza è un sentimento malvagio, disonesto, perfido. &lt;br /&gt;Non è un sentimento. &lt;br /&gt;Vorrei dire parecchie cose, mi fermo qui. E' meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Boz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4954473633659851024?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4954473633659851024/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4954473633659851024' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4954473633659851024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4954473633659851024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/04/senza-titolo.html' title='SENZA TITOLO'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8435760399911257862</id><published>2009-04-07T16:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:26:34.517Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risultati sondaggi'/><title type='text'>Risultati sondaggi !!!</title><content type='html'>Chi preferite fra queste trasmissioni satiriche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mai dire grande fratello (voti 5)&lt;br /&gt;2. Striscia la notizia (voti 3)&lt;br /&gt;3. Zelig (voti 2)&lt;br /&gt;4. Colorado (voti 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi preferite fra queste trasmissioni di approfondimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Annozero (voti 4)&lt;br /&gt;2. Report (voti 3)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ballarò/L'Infedele (voti 1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8435760399911257862?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8435760399911257862/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8435760399911257862' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8435760399911257862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8435760399911257862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/04/risultati-sondaggi.html' title='Risultati sondaggi !!!'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5190914988565125683</id><published>2009-03-31T23:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:07:09.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - The Hindu Times - Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1pEIXMGYhao' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1pEIXMGYhao'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di un 1 Maggio a Roma con gli Oasis...qualche annetto fa, se non erro 2002 o al max il 2003...notare l'ingresso di Liam è particolarmente a tema...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5190914988565125683?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5190914988565125683/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5190914988565125683' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5190914988565125683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5190914988565125683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/03/oasis-hindu-times-roma.html' title='Oasis - The Hindu Times - Roma'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4720542930321971530</id><published>2009-03-30T17:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:29:50.588Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risultati sondaggi'/><title type='text'>Risultati sondaggi !!!</title><content type='html'>Chi preferite fra questi cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ken il guerriero/The Simpsons     (voti 5)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lupin                             (voti 2) &lt;br /&gt;3. Holly e Benji                     (voti 0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi preferite fra questi supereroi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spiderman                         (voti 5)&lt;br /&gt;2. Superman                          (voti 3)&lt;br /&gt;3. Batman                            (voti 2)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hulk                              (voti 1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4720542930321971530?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4720542930321971530/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4720542930321971530' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4720542930321971530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4720542930321971530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/03/risultati-sondaggi.html' title='Risultati sondaggi !!!'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5767334716664442349</id><published>2009-03-19T16:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:14:04.759Z</updated><title type='text'>DIVAGAZIONE \ 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NHY_OcC2f8A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NHY_OcC2f8A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eccoolo il concept del nuovo "Piano" Casa, copiato ben bene. Da notare al secondo 10 un vero e proprio spunto progettuale concreto...cosa chiedere di più. Piano Casa, tutto sopra di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StakA_NTONIO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5767334716664442349?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5767334716664442349/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5767334716664442349' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5767334716664442349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5767334716664442349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/03/divagazione-2.html' title='DIVAGAZIONE \ 2'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-6795405646211131800</id><published>2009-03-15T09:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:08:21.255Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CE L&apos;HO CON ...'/><title type='text'>Ce l'ho con...(4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbzPzGWkPKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ok4B27taJCo/s1600-h/antitv_black.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313350137175882914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbzPzGWkPKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ok4B27taJCo/s400/antitv_black.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gutbesserwasser.freeblog.hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbzPBPhGCmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OLvCUUhRfS8/s1600-h/antitv_black.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cari lettori, questa volta ce l’ho con la Televisione Italiana, un discorso ovvio, ma troppo spesso sottovalutato dal “cittadino medio”.&lt;br /&gt;E’ di qualche sera fa il pezzo sul Tg3 che parla di una ricerca fatta da “Medici Senza Frontiere”, i quali denunciano il fatto che molte Tv e Tg italiani danno troppo spazio alle vicende di gossip a discapito delle varie e lodevoli iniziative messe in campo da “M S F” e altre organizzazioni di questo tipo, con il risultato che, ad oggi, la sensibilità del cittadino viene parzialmente dirottata o peggio ancora repressa e quindi le varie campagne pro Terzo Mondo vanno a farsi benedire poiché in Italia ci si chiede se sia meglio “Amici” o “X-Factor” oppure si parla troppo di Briatore e Corona…mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siamo un paese ignorante allora, o lo siamo o lo vogliamo essere, visto che secondo questi dati preferiamo scegliere programmi qualitativamente scarsi piuttosto che programmi si cultura generale o di informazione.&lt;br /&gt;Ma questa è la nostra Italia, le nuove generazioni si stanno plasmando sotto messaggi pazzeschi. Sembra di vivere dentro “1984” di Orwell!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stiamo facendo la fine di bambocci ignoranti, svegliamoci!&lt;br /&gt;Basta con le finte icone!&lt;br /&gt;Non è possibile che nel 2009 una massa di “furbi” bugiardi e racconta balle ci governino e formino le menti delle nuove generazioni con prodotti scarsi nelle Reti Tv. I Tg fanno sempre più schifo e le notizie sono sempre più mirate e strumentalizzate.&lt;br /&gt;Avete notato che non si parla più di morti sul lavoro? Perché non ce ne sono più?&lt;br /&gt;No perché non serve parlarne ora.&lt;br /&gt;E tanto altro…svegliamoci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facciamola una maledetta rivoluzione Culturale diamine! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-6795405646211131800?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6795405646211131800/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=6795405646211131800' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6795405646211131800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6795405646211131800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/03/ce-lho-con4.html' title='Ce l&apos;ho con...(4)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbzPzGWkPKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ok4B27taJCo/s72-c/antitv_black.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-994315570693335823</id><published>2009-03-09T12:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:34:47.436Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIVAGAZIONE'/><title type='text'>DIVAGAZIONE \ 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbUPGvSoYKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fCWp7EANYLw/s1600-h/senior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311167944001609890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbUPGvSoYKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fCWp7EANYLw/s400/senior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venezia&lt;/strong&gt;, arsenale &lt;strong&gt;25 ottobre 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ai vecchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutto è troppo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una lacrima nella fenditura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;della roccia può vincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la sete quando è così scarsa. Fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e vigilia della fine chiedono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poco, parlano basso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma noi, nel pieno dell'età,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nella fornace dei tempi, noi? Pensaci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mario Luzi - Senior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da "Dal fondo delle campagne" 1965&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staka_Antonio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-994315570693335823?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/994315570693335823/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=994315570693335823' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/994315570693335823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/994315570693335823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/03/senior.html' title='DIVAGAZIONE \ 1'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SbUPGvSoYKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fCWp7EANYLw/s72-c/senior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4941589225188398113</id><published>2009-03-04T11:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:34:23.034Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARCHITECTURE+FOOD'/><title type='text'>ARCHITECTURE&amp;FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/Sa5heDgd2YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5OdkFhiI1yY/s1600-h/2391625012_ffe0aafaec_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309288179681843586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/Sa5heDgd2YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5OdkFhiI1yY/s320/2391625012_ffe0aafaec_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/puck90/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/puck90/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cari amici di radio staka e cari studenti fuori sede che ogni giorno siete alle prese con i fornelli a pranzo e a cena, è con immenso piacere che diamo il via ad una nuova rubrica, ARCHITECTURE&amp;amp;FOOD, spazio dedicato alla cucina come non l’avete mai assaggiata. I post che si occuperanno di questo tema non vogliono dare consigli su come preparare un buon piatto, per quello pensiamo che la rete sia più che sufficiente. Il problema che ci poniamo è: come valutare la qualità di una cucina intesa come spazio che faciliti e renda piacevole la preparazione dei cibi? Quali risposte può dare l’Architettura a tal proposito? Molti sottovalutano l’importanza dell’armonia che una cucina ben concepita può creare. Spesso accade che quando al suo interno vengono a mancare alcune componenti, apparentemente non necessarie, si generano stress e disagio che contribuiscono ad abbassare la qualità del vivere quotidiano. Lascio a voi le considerazioni, con la speranza che alla fine si riesca a trovare insieme una sintesi costruttiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo staka_Alessio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4941589225188398113?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4941589225188398113/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4941589225188398113' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4941589225188398113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4941589225188398113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/03/architecture.html' title='ARCHITECTURE&amp;FOOD'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/Sa5heDgd2YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5OdkFhiI1yY/s72-c/2391625012_ffe0aafaec_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-6946294119750131705</id><published>2009-02-23T05:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:36:57.298Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LO STAKA MOMENTO'/><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dello Staka_Marco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quella sottile linea fra realtà e paranoia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cari lettori, dopo la scorpacciata di novità eccovi uno di quei post su cui riflettere un po’, stile vecchio se vogliamo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapete quando vi passa davanti quel periodo così brutto che ogni mattina desiderate solo restare a letto a fissare il soffitto, magari con un bel pezzo di quelli spezza cuori?&lt;br /&gt;Invece vi alzate, vi guardate allo specchio, pensate che non va, poi preparate un caffè che non vi sveglierà, fate una colazione semplice perché non vi va ma comunque avete fame…&lt;br /&gt;Sarà stress?&lt;br /&gt;Ecco diciamo che un uomo "X" vive questo momento da tempo, si analizza cercando speranzose soluzioni nelle parole di conforto degli amici, ma non le trova.&lt;br /&gt;Allora sbuffa e cerca di far capire al mondo la sua rabbia con qualche frase fatta, ma non ci riesce.&lt;br /&gt;Tenta un tuffo nella musica, ma questa oramai non gli dice più granché.&lt;br /&gt;Poi inizia a pensare, si sente solo, è circondato da amici e parenti ma comunque si sente solo.&lt;br /&gt;Sono in mezzo alla gente…poi riflette meglio e si chiede: ma la sua solitudine sarà solo frutto di una sua paranoia o solo la più triste delle realtà?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Non trova risposta...si spegne la luce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei dedicare questo pensiero ad una persona scomparsa di recente che era realmente sola.&lt;br /&gt;Spero tu possa trovare ora quella serenità che ti è sempre mancata, lì…ovunque tu sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"qui giace un crociato&lt;br /&gt;spada e cippo coperti&lt;br /&gt;dalla verzura dell'oblio"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-6946294119750131705?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6946294119750131705/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=6946294119750131705' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6946294119750131705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6946294119750131705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2389737461205661160</id><published>2009-02-19T18:12:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:46:35.695Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELAZIONI'/><title type='text'>RELAZIONI #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Staka_compagni e non solo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;pubblico questo pensiero come numero primo di una rubrica sull'architettura e le sue poliedriche relazioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Questa è una breve riflessione sul rapporto arte/architettura (visti anke gli ultimi casi tristemente noti che hanno riguardato la bella Pescarina).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARCHITETTURA, APERTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;La linea ed il colore. Due parole e due significati diversi, un'unica visione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;La linea ed il colore sono i due strumenti che il pittore Mondrian poneva alla base del suo sentire. Ma la linea e il colore sono anche due vocaboli di una medesima lingua, quella di Architettura. Un esempio semplice per rintracciare un medesimo sentire, una forza che muove ed unisce due esperienze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Non è difficile scoprire periodi dove i due Universi hanno percorso una strada comune, si sono incrociati, sovrapposti; spesso periodi carichi di drammaticità, violenza, povertà, ma dove Arte e Architettura hanno insieme mostrato una via, un sentiero da percorrere. Bauhaus lo prova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Questa capacità immaginifica, la creatività di vedere dentro la finestra dell'opera d'Arte ed allo stesso tempo oltre la mera costruzione di un edificio è ciò che unisce i due mondi visivi, quello di Arte e Architettura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come il bambino del piccolo principe di fronte ad un disegno dove tutti vedono un banale cappello, lui un elefante dentro a un boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Architettura si nutre di esperienze diverse, si arricchisce dei contributi scientifici e tecnici, per questo costituisce un pianeta a sè pur restando un mestiere d'Arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ma Architettura non nasce come espressione di stile, come volontà di stupire o di autocelebrare l'autore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Architettura non è indifferente ad un luogo, ad un ambiente, ad una storia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, Architettura contiene tutto questo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Non è possibile acquistarLa come un quadro, una scultura e disporla nel tessuto di questa o quella città.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Così Arte nasce da espressioni di tendenze storiche, di strutture politiche ed economiche di un'epoca, che l'hanno caricata di significati propri non fini a se stessi e quasi mai banali, neppure nel nostro tempo, così veloce e disordinato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se c'è opera d'Arte aperta a quanti sono coloro che l'osservano e l'interpretano, ogni progetto non termina con la costruzione ma si gonfia di emozione o di una fantasia incompiuta, l'Architettura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SZ2q3p-O4kI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XM643DmReEw/s1600-h/Composition+with+Red,+Yellow+and+Blue+.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SZ2q3p-O4kI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XM643DmReEw/s320/Composition+with+Red,+Yellow+and+Blue+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304583809248715330" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;                     Composizione in giallo, blu, rosso. Piet Mondrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  font-family:verdana;"&gt;E voi cosa pensate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lo Staka_Boz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2389737461205661160?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2389737461205661160/comments/default' title='Commenti 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4490962925712391812</id><published>2009-02-18T14:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:16:48.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Pescara sotto la neve...</title><content type='html'>Dalla finestra di casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52feb71c269554cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4089540737531594978</id><published>2009-02-03T00:19:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:00:50.232Z</updated><title type='text'>RadioStaka...the New Age!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SYeV5XbRMHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ti3YGu41J_Q/s1600-h/re-inizio+bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298368299398148210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SYeV5XbRMHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ti3YGu41J_Q/s400/re-inizio+bn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;re-inizio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In occasione del suo compleanno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RadioStaka si rifà il look!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4089540737531594978?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4089540737531594978/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-194454363752533637</id><published>2009-02-02T19:08:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:18:22.546Z</updated><title type='text'>POSSIBILI SCENARI...?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298279689850558194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SYdFTnI1lvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZwTbSr4h3dM/s320/15642_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SYdFIbPILvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ay4FRg4Y0uI/s1600-h/15642_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298279497677156082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SYdFIbPILvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ay4FRg4Y0uI/s320/15642_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guardate un pò chi ha vinto il concorso...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É ufficiale, sarà il team guidato da &lt;strong&gt;Rosario Pavia &lt;/strong&gt;composto da &lt;strong&gt;Matteo di Venosa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Guendalina Salimei&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Francesca Contuzzi&lt;/strong&gt; (T-Studio) assieme a &lt;strong&gt;Cooprogetti Scrl&lt;/strong&gt;,a progettare il Centro Servizi Polivalente per usi portuali del Molo San Cataldo nel Porto di Taranto.Nel complesso il centro avrà una struttura dalla forma fluida, composta da volumi protesi verso il mare e verso la città.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La struttura polifunzionale proposta dal progetto vincitoreè stata pensata per integrarsi il più possibile al nuovo assetto del fronte mare della città pugliese, anch’esso oggetto di progettazione da parte del team. “Il recupero del molo S. Cataldo come waterfront si pone l'obiettivo di reintegrare la città di Taranto al suo porto, attraverso un sistema di interconnessione pedonale che dal molo S. Eligio e Piazza Fontana si sviluppa fino all'estremità del molo S. Cataldo dove è collocata la statua del santo.&lt;br /&gt;Complimenti ai prof per la vittoria e per il premio pari a 44 mila euro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DITE LA VOSTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PER SAPERNE DI PIU':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archiportale.com/news/2009/02/02/risultati/taranto-sceglie-il-gruppo-guidato-da-pavia_13860_37.html"&gt;http://www.archiportale.com/news/2009/02/02/risultati/taranto-sceglie-il-gruppo-guidato-da-pavia_13860_37.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo Staka_Mario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-194454363752533637?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/194454363752533637/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4321888273034353610</id><published>2009-01-30T00:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:09:20.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dello Staka_Marco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Let It Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Mother Mary comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And in my hour of darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;She is standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And when the broken hearted people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Living in the world agree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There will be an answer, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;For though they may be parted there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Still a chance that they will see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be. Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There will be an answer, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And when the night is cloudy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There is still a light that shines on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Shine on until tomorrow, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I wake up to the sound of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Mother Mary comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There will be an answer, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Let it be, let it be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lascia che sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Quando cerco me stesso in periodi difficili &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Madre Maria viene da me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Dicendo parole di saggezza, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;E nella mia ora buia è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Proprio di fronte a me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Dicendo parole di saggezza, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Sussurrando parole di saggezza, lascia che sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;E quando tutte le persone dal cuore infranto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Che vivono sulla terra si trovano d'accordo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ci sarà una risposta, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Perché anche se sono isolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Vedranno che per loro c'è ancora un'opportunità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ci sarà una risposta, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ci sarà una risposta, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;E quando la notte è cupa c'è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ancora una luce che risplende su di me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Splenderà fino a domani, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Mi sveglio al suono della musica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Madre Maria viene da me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Pronunciando parole di saggezza, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ci sarà una risposta, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia, lascia che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Dicendo parole di saggezza, lascia che sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4321888273034353610?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4321888273034353610/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4321888273034353610' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4321888273034353610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4321888273034353610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-611767875545655629</id><published>2009-01-25T12:49:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:16:58.518Z</updated><title type='text'>POSSIBILI SCENARI...?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SXxhk0kHQBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yTE7qopztMA/s1600-h/15411_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SXxhk0kHQBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yTE7qopztMA/s320/15411_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295214547094159378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SXxhZnZm_WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IpTW3B5qE70/s1600-h/15411_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SXxhZnZm_WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IpTW3B5qE70/s320/15411_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295214354581880162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si è concluso con la vittoria di &lt;strong&gt;Zaha Hadid Architects &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il concorso internazionale in due fasi per la progettazione &lt;br /&gt;della nuova capitaneria di porto di Antwerp (Belgio).&lt;br /&gt;Nel complesso la nuova struttura, lunga 111 m, profonda 24 e alta 46 m, si “distenderà” su una superficie totale pari a 12,800metri quadri (di cui 6.600 occupati dalla ex caserma).&lt;br /&gt;La giuria ha scelto il progetto di Zaha Hadid Architects poiché preserva il più possibile l’identità dell’edificio storico in quanto monumento, aggiungendo un nuovo elemento architettonico che caratterizzerà il sito di destinazione. La commissione ha fiducia che un team quale Zaha Hadid Architects riesca a sviluppare ulteriormente il progetto, in modo tale da realizzare un volume di elevata qualità architettonica, &lt;br /&gt;che funga da ‘vetrina’ per le attività dell’autorità portuale.&lt;br /&gt;Il costo complessivo dei lavori di realizzazione del progetto è stimato attorno ai 31,5 milioni di euro. Il progetto sarà completato entro il 2013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DITE LA VOSTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PER SAPERNE DI PIU':&lt;br /&gt;http://www.archiportale.com/News/schedanews.asp?idDoc=13808&amp;IDCAT=37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Mario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-611767875545655629?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/611767875545655629/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=611767875545655629' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/611767875545655629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/611767875545655629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/01/possibili-scenari.html' title='POSSIBILI SCENARI...?!?'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SXxhk0kHQBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yTE7qopztMA/s72-c/15411_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4016816613071750562</id><published>2009-01-10T00:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:54:23.324Z</updated><title type='text'>Il tema del ... Very English</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GK7CLXHSr1M&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GK7CLXHSr1M&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon o Paul McCartney?&lt;br /&gt;(dal video "How do you sleep" di Lennon chiaramente si capisce la mia preferenza, in aperto contrasto con lo staka_antonio!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4016816613071750562?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4016816613071750562/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4016816613071750562' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4016816613071750562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4016816613071750562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-tema-del-very-english.html' title='Il tema del ... Very English'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3596437404958585288</id><published>2008-12-30T10:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:53:59.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jEOkxRLzBf0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jEOkxRLzBf0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RadioStaka vuole regalare a tutti coloro che almeno una volta l'hanno sbirciata, questo video...con la speranza che il 2009 sia fantastico per tutti, sia un anno migliore, ricco di amore e di serenità.&lt;br /&gt;Faccio una proposta a tutti, facciamo un regalo al mondo tutto: reciclare, donare, amare...torniamo umani.&lt;br /&gt;Buon anno a tutti...da RadioStaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco (dedico il video a tutti gli amici)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3596437404958585288?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3596437404958585288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3596437404958585288' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3596437404958585288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3596437404958585288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/12/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3549689054944122651</id><published>2008-12-25T09:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:05:27.502Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buon Natale a tutti!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3549689054944122651?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3549689054944122651/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3549689054944122651' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3549689054944122651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3549689054944122651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/12/buon-natale-tutti.html' title=''/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2112814704611626349</id><published>2008-12-01T11:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:40:21.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Foto_Commento#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[monumento caduti nassiriya a pescara]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/STPSZ4yAL9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/kVYxsZf7DqY/s1600-h/monumentocaduti+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/STPSZ4yAL9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/kVYxsZf7DqY/s400/monumentocaduti+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274790930761658322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cari amici di Radiostaka, vorrei condividere con voi un po di foto che ogni tanto ho il piacere di scattare, aprendo questa piccola rubrica che ci può dare la possibilità di esprimerci sugli aspetti molteplici dell'architettura che ogni tanto osserviamo guardandoci intorno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Apro la rubrica con il Monumento ai caduti di Nassiriya vicino al tribunale di Pescara. Il progetto è firmato dal prof. G.D'Ardia ed è stato inaugurato il 9 ottobre 2008. Devo confessare che l'impatto dal vivo è stato molto buono, l'idea di instabilità applicata ad una struttura così massiccia probabilmente trasferisce in pieno il messaggio (l'intero blocco viene sorretto in un unico incastro). Sono stati  utilizzati materiali rudi, ruvidi e rugginosi, forse con il chiaro intento di favorirne l'usura nel tempo così da enfatizzarne la severità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se devo essere sincero mi piace molto la semplicità dell'insieme, fatto di pochi segni ma abbastanza chiari nel messaggio, che quindi arriva facilmente a chiunque lo osservi. Mi affascina che il messaggio arrivi tramite la sensazione che si prova girandoci intorno e passandoci sotto, e non leggendo la critica sull'opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Probabilmente un po' fuori scala, ma credo che rientri nell'insieme dei segnali che si vogliono trasferire. Il tutto poggia a terra su una distesa di pietre nere, che mi piace molto soprattutto se paragonata a quei monumenti ai caduti immersi in giardinetti molto "american funeral style". Mi sembra più originale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Voi che ne pensate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2112814704611626349?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2112814704611626349/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2112814704611626349' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2112814704611626349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2112814704611626349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/12/fotocommento1_607.html' title='Foto_Commento#1'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/STPSZ4yAL9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/kVYxsZf7DqY/s72-c/monumentocaduti+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1003413649829913498</id><published>2008-11-10T00:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:22:35.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Ce l'ho con...(3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cari lettori...&lt;br /&gt;non è certo con gioia che torno a ripresentarvi questa rubrica di dubbio valore, ma tant'è che, ultimamente, leggendo i giornali sono rimasto davvero sconcertato.&lt;br /&gt;Sarò viziato dalla mia natura rossa ma adesso ce l'ho proprio con il governo italiano.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè?&lt;br /&gt;Il nostro Governo, questo e non quello precedente, legittima gli atti di violenza di gruppi prepotenti (non scrivo, per rispetto del Blog, di quale fazione sto parlando), tollerando il loro modo di fare richiamandoli con semplici comunicati stampa, però quando gli studenti organizzano delle manifestazioni pacifiste nelle scuole e nelle Università ecco scendere in campo la polizia...vabbè.&lt;br /&gt;Vogliamo parlare di AlItalia? La più grossa truffa del secolo!&lt;br /&gt;Promesse false, illusione costante di un futuro migliore e più sicuro, trattative che sembrano ultimatum degni del peggior regime…e il prestito ponte?&lt;br /&gt;Soldi tolti a noi cittadini, alle scuole, alla ricerca…soluzione poi che troverà anche il parere negativo della comunità Europea…ma non vi preoccupate! Ci pensa il sommo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vogliamo parlare della scuola?&lt;br /&gt;L’ultima riforma Gelmini ha scatenato (giustamente) la protesta di tutto il mondo studentesco italiano. Non voglio entrare nei particolari del ddl anche perché oramai è sulla bocca di tutti, ma la cosa che mi irrita di più è la totale mancanza di rispetto che il Governo mostra nei confronti di chi rappresenta; anche se questi non ti hanno votato non significa che li devi ignorare o far picchiare se esercitano un diritto sacrosanto che può essere una protesta civile.&lt;br /&gt;In merito poi agli scontri, beh secondo me si è creata una situazione di tensione alta causata appunto dalla mancanza di interesse, da parte del Governo, dalle ripetute offese ricevute dal movimento studentesco (siamo stati definiti ignoranti che usiamo la protesta per non andare a scuola), e dall’intervento sciagurato di alcuni movimenti che proprio non vogliono abbandonare quelle logiche ultra vecchie che oramai sono figlie del loro tempo e che portano ad un livello di inciviltà assurdo.&lt;br /&gt;Spero proprio che l’Italia si svegli, siamo governati male, a Roma c’è qualcuno che non pensa al popolo ma ai propri interessi e per mantenere questo stato di silenzio assenso cerca di teleguidare l’opinione pubblica con giornali e Tg praticamente di parte.&lt;br /&gt;Poi un pensiero alla vittoria di Barack Obama, su tutti i giornali e siti del mondo parlano di svolta, di cambiamento…si è vero, io stesso non avrei scommesso un cent sulla sua vittoria, credevo che la natura ancora razzista del popolo Americano c’avrebbe regalato un altro repubblicano alla Casa Bianca, invece no…io sinceramente la vivo con curiosità questa situazione, curiosità e speranza, forse la stessa che sentivano coloro che hanno sperato in Kennedy, sperando non finisca allo stesso modo ovvio, io credo in Barack Obama, credo nelle sue idee e nelle sue parole, ora speriamo che non debba mai scrivere un post come questo su di lui…non mi deludere.&lt;br /&gt;Ultime riflessioni da regalare al sommo: caro illuminato, primo il Presidente eletto degli Stati Uniti d’America non è abbronzato, secondo non credo lei possa dargli dei consigli perché già la situazione è tragica se poi le vogliamo affossare ancor di più…no su! Non mi sembra il caso.&lt;br /&gt;Poi ho saputo che ha fermato un gruppetto di manifestanti a Roma e che con il sorriso fra le labbra ha promesso, con il suo solito slancio di carisma, che c’avrebbe pensato lui alla Gelmini…ma quei ragazzi erano forse le statue di qualche museo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scusate se sono stato troppo lungo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1003413649829913498?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1003413649829913498/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1003413649829913498' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1003413649829913498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1003413649829913498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/11/ce-lho-con3.html' title='Ce l&apos;ho con...(3)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3357306242369573473</id><published>2008-10-25T15:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:31:21.577Z</updated><title type='text'>Live from Venice ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SQM7lDFjiiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/acyUP8ph3m4/s1600-h/lfv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SQM7lDFjiiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/acyUP8ph3m4/s400/lfv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261114297368676898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3357306242369573473?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3357306242369573473/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3357306242369573473' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3357306242369573473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3357306242369573473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-from-venice.html' title='Live from Venice ...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SQM7lDFjiiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/acyUP8ph3m4/s72-c/lfv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-757361858841818571</id><published>2008-10-17T22:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:51:51.266Z</updated><title type='text'>We are the Ones (Barack Obama song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CBk32JsV9l8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CBk32JsV9l8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Io ci credo ancora...sarò pazzo ma potrebbe cambiare l'America.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre che l'America voglia cambiare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-757361858841818571?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/757361858841818571/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=757361858841818571' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/757361858841818571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/757361858841818571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-ones-barack-obama-song.html' title='We are the Ones (Barack Obama song)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-600783143798238877</id><published>2008-09-29T12:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:41:37.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Colour Scene - The Riverboat Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rfTePpibSxc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rfTePpibSxc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cari lettori, visto che ci chiamiamo RADIOStaka voglio proporvi un gruppo inglese che scommetto ben pochi conoscono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa band dal sound molto vicino (chiaramente) allo stile britpop degli Oasis, ma anche Coldplay e Verve ma anche un pizzico di rock dei mitici The Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo video lo dedico al mio carissimo amico Alessandro Fragassi, la sua infinita conoscenza musicale continua a stupirmi giorno dopo giorno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro Staka_Antonio l'amico Ale mi ha personalmente chiesto di porre alla tua attenzione questo gruppo in modo da avere una tua impressione su questa vecchia band da lui scoperta...quindi non deludermi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse non vi piacerà, ma se almeno ho stuzzicato la vostra curiosità potrete ascoltare altri pezzi degli Ocean Colour Scene su youtube...per chi poi è un romantico come me, vi consiglio Better Day.&lt;br /&gt;Buon ascolto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-600783143798238877?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/600783143798238877/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=600783143798238877' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/600783143798238877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/600783143798238877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/ocean-colour-scene-riverboat-song.html' title='Ocean Colour Scene - The Riverboat Song'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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-6803964694934102310.post-692434004031483424</id><published>2008-09-22T16:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:38:34.514Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/36206859_02d69c15d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/36206859_02d69c15d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dello Staka_Marco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IL VIANDANTE SUL MARE DI NEBBIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cari lettori, torno all’attività presentandovi un dipinto che mi ha molto colpito quando il prof di Restauro lo presentò come esempio per le tematiche nuove del Romanticismo…&lt;br /&gt;Il dipinto che vi presento è “Il Viandante sul mare di nebbia” di Caspar David Friedrich (1818).&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha colpito subito, soprattutto la sua interpretazione, molti ritengono che in quest’opera l’autore cerchi di porre l’uomo non più al centro del mondo, ma al contrario, prova a dimostrare come l’uomo sia piccolo di fronte alla bellezza, all’infinita grandezza della natura.&lt;br /&gt;Era un po’ come un bagno d’umiltà ammettendo che non siamo certo noi i padroni del mondo, ma viceversa…cosa che forse oggi ben pochi comprendono.&lt;br /&gt;Altri, invece, la vedono come la solitudine dell’uomo di fronte al mondo che ci circonda che per quanto lo si può girare sarà sempre una grande incognita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo questa gradita premessa ecco il tema che vorrei presentarvi…beh più che un tema è una mia riflessione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mio carissimo amico di recente mi ha fatto notare come ultimamente sono sembrato molto triste, come nel mio modo di fare apparissi molto solo.&lt;br /&gt;Forse.&lt;br /&gt;O forse è solo che in questo periodo io mi senta un po’ come il viandante d’innanzi al mio “mare di nebbia”.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento arrivato su una delle tante cime che la catena montuosa della vita ci presenta, sto lì, miro il panorama, penso un po’ a me, a ciò che mi circonda, a quello che farò o non farò del mio futuro…a coloro che mi circondano…insomma problemi che tutti noi prima o poi ci troviamo davanti.&lt;br /&gt;Solo che uno dei miei tanti difetti è che analizzo troppo…le persone soprattutto.&lt;br /&gt;Ora sono convinto che l’anonimo di turno troverà molto divertente sparare la solita battuta, ma vi chiedo (con arrogante coraggio) voi come vi sentite oggi?&lt;br /&gt;Come la vedete la vostra vita?&lt;br /&gt;Vi serve un bagno d’umiltà o siete fieri di quello che c’è alle vostre spalle e siete pronti ad affrontare con grinta l’infinito che vi aspetta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immedesimatevi nel viandante e immaginate…potrebbe essere una bell’esperienza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: chiedo scusa a tutti coloro che culturalmente sono superiori al sottoscritto se in questo testo troveranno errori…sono tutto un difetto, ma soprattutto sono un ignorante…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-692434004031483424?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/692434004031483424/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=692434004031483424' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/692434004031483424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/692434004031483424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/36206859_02d69c15d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-36127700917468613</id><published>2008-09-16T18:12:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:35:16.728Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SM_3_a-pRyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XgP-PcLUyhc/s1600-h/1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SM_3_a-pRyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XgP-PcLUyhc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246684759855810338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cari amici dello Staka Team, l'estate è terminata e con lei se ne sono andate via anche le vacanze. Spero vi siate rigenerati tutti abbastanza da affrontare con la solita grinta queste ultime battute accademiche (purtroppo non ultime per tutti).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tal proposito vi ricordo con piacere la famosa teoria della "vriciatura", fondata dalla sezione restauro dello stakateam, la quale può essere utilissima fin dall'inizio di questo nuovo anno accademico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La suddetta teoria, se applicata (preferibilmente ai laboratori), comporta un lavoro continuo e assiduo, martellante e testardo, fatto di continue accelerazioni di "sboronaggine", ma assicura un risultato di ottima qualità e di sicura soddisfazione, in quanto ottenuto quasi con la forza. Si arriva alla fine abbastanza provati, ma ne vale di certo la pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per chiudere, come non ricordare cari amici miei la scomparsa di RICHARD WRIGHT, tastierista mitico dei Pink Floyd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avrebbe meritato un post a parte, ma credo che il modo migliore di salutarlo sia proprio insieme al "metodo" della "vriciatura", che lui avrà sicuramente seguito ad ogni tocco di tastiera o sintetizzatore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ascoltatevi "The great gig in the sky" in The dark side of the moon, Pink Floyd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magari con un bel bicchiere di wisky con ghiaccio, e un bel panorama metropolitano notturno davanti a voi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E non dimenticatevi di alzare il volume e di aumentare i bassi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao Richard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-36127700917468613?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/36127700917468613/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=36127700917468613' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/36127700917468613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/36127700917468613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/ciao-richard.html' title=''/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SM_3_a-pRyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XgP-PcLUyhc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1570625467385943925</id><published>2008-09-10T19:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:18:03.923Z</updated><title type='text'>The Shock Of The Lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/87IQhui_Yy8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/87IQhui_Yy8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cari lettori, dopo un lungo periodo di vacanza lo Staka_Marco torna fra voi con un regalino che spero solo i soliti pochi eletti potranno apprezzare...ecco l'ultima "Scossa" dei mitici Oasis...&lt;br /&gt;Qualche post fa vi regalai un demo che credevo sarebbe stato il prossimo attesissimo singolo...beh stavolta Noel e co. mi hanno fregato! Ma sinceramente ne sono contento, il pezzo è un ottimo aperitivo per un nuovo album che credo sarà fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;Buona ascolto-visione!&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1570625467385943925?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1570625467385943925/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1570625467385943925' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1570625467385943925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1570625467385943925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/shock-of-lightning.html' title='The Shock Of The Lightning'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3131888428695761176</id><published>2008-08-18T16:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:54:45.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPI BRUTTI PER LA POESIA</title><content type='html'>Sì, lo so: solo il felice&lt;br /&gt;È amato. La sua voce&lt;br /&gt;È ascoltata con piacere. La sua faccia è bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'albero deforme nel cortile&lt;br /&gt;È frutto del terreno cattivo, ma&lt;br /&gt;Quelli che passano gli danno dello storpio&lt;br /&gt;E hanno ragione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le barche verdi e le vele allegre della baia&lt;br /&gt;Io non le vedo. Soprattutto&lt;br /&gt;Vedo la rete strappata del pescatore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché parlo solo del fatto&lt;br /&gt;Che la colona quarantenne cammina in modo curvo?&lt;br /&gt;I seni delle ragazze&lt;br /&gt;Sono caldi come sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una rima in una mia canzone&lt;br /&gt;Mi sembrerebbe quasi una spavalderia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me si combattono&lt;br /&gt;L'entusiasmo per il melo in fiore&lt;br /&gt;E il terrore per i discorsi dell'imbianchino.&lt;br /&gt;Ma solo il secondo&lt;br /&gt;Mi spinge alla scrivania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bertolt Brecht - Tempi brutti per la poesia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3131888428695761176?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3131888428695761176/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3131888428695761176' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3131888428695761176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3131888428695761176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/tempi-brutti-per-la-poesia.html' title='TEMPI BRUTTI PER LA POESIA'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1750603016499745423</id><published>2008-07-23T16:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:33:18.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...COME FUNZIONA</title><content type='html'>E' finita la Staka sessione di esami. Per alcuni del Team Staka è stato un anno all'insegna della Scienza e della Tecnica delle Costruzioni - una prova superata più che egregiamente - materie che, è superfluo annotarlo, nella loro difficile semplicità sfiorano il sublime (lo StakaBoz per queste ultime parole già mi immaginerà in azione Tafazzi). A loro in particolare e a tutti noi altri voglio dedicare e far leggere una frase di un maestro impareggiabile, Lui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonostante ciò ti dedicherai con buona fede allo studio delle statica. Questo è facile. Non pensare di aver bisogno di sapere esattamente come i matematici sono arrivati alle formule per il calcolo delle resistenze. Con un pò di pratica capirai i meccanismi del calcolo, ma soprattutto ricordati di come lavorano le diverse parti di un edificio. Devi sapere &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come funziona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; il momento d'inerzia. Quando lo capirai sarai libero di fare qualsiasi cosa. Tutto questo è molto semplice: lascia le complicazioni della matematica ai matematici."&lt;br /&gt;Le Corbusier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale un corso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staka_Antonio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1750603016499745423?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1750603016499745423/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1750603016499745423' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1750603016499745423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1750603016499745423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-funziona.html' title='...COME FUNZIONA'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1351572110282134342</id><published>2008-07-11T10:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:15:18.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos'è lo sgurz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dgDN7rb1R_c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dgDN7rb1R_c'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dal film Kamikazen-ultima notte a milano, una perla di vita saggia...voi ce l'avete lo sgurz? Io ce l'ho, lo uso poco, ma lo uso...meditate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1351572110282134342?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1351572110282134342/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1351572110282134342' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1351572110282134342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1351572110282134342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/cos-lo-sgurz.html' title='Cos&amp;#39;è lo sgurz?'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8677538554687357161</id><published>2008-07-03T14:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:59:57.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toploader - Dancing In The Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DHkmLEhFq44' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DHkmLEhFq44'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pensando alle vacanze...se mai arriveranno...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8677538554687357161?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8677538554687357161/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8677538554687357161' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8677538554687357161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8677538554687357161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/toploader-dancing-in-moonlight_03.html' title='Toploader - Dancing In The Moonlight'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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-6803964694934102310.post-4952683080199562196</id><published>2008-06-20T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:22:45.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...di RadioStaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dello Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care lettrici, cari lettori,&lt;br /&gt;ricordate il momento in cui siete nati?&lt;br /&gt;Beh chiaramente no, forse qualcuno ve lo ha raccontato, oppure magari semplicemente non vi interessa, ma pensateci un momento, come sarebbe questo ricordo?&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa si prova?&lt;br /&gt;Paura?&lt;br /&gt;Gioia?&lt;br /&gt;Curiosità?&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente nulla?&lt;br /&gt;Non lo so, so però che spesso stiamo sempre a pensare a che cos'è la morte, cosa c'è dopo, se c'è un dopo...e la vita?&lt;br /&gt;Com'è nascere? Nessuno, penso, ce lo possa spiegare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi voglio ricordare la nascita di RadioStaka, non perchè sia il suo compleanno, quello è già bello che passato, ma semplicemente perchè stavo rileggendo il primo post, quello ufficiale, quello che presentò RadioStaka al mondo, e se volete forse il primo bel post e forse l'unico scritto a due mani dal sottoscritto e dallo Staka_Antonio...bei tempi...ci credevamo tutti...ora sinceramente non so, ne è passa di acqua sotto i ponti, siamo tutti un po' cambiati, e forse anche lo spirito di RadioStaka è cambiato con noi, ma resta questo come documento importante della storia del blog, con la speranza che uno dei padri fondatori un giorno torni ad interessarsi della sua creatura più dolce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se volete legete pure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/02/semplicemente-radiostaka.html"&gt;Semplicemente... RADIOSTAKA....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stakanovismo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movimento che prese il nome da Alessio Stakanov, un perforatore di una miniera nel bacino del Donez, che in un solo turno di lavoro produsse 102 tonnellate di carbone, superando di 14 volte la norma corrente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come nasce Radio Staka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il nostro sogno era quello di creare una nostra radio, dove ascoltare la nostra musica, raccontare le nostre sensazioni, cercare di farvi partecipi dei nostri sogni…creare un mondo dove scherzare come piace a noi. Purtroppo i mezzi a nostra disposizione sono scarsi, e allora abbiamo pensato ad un Blog, così da esprimere, comunque, le nostre idee. Un mezzo che ci permetta di scherzare, riflettere, e vivere al meglio la nostra amicizia, e anche un po’ la vostra…se volete. L’idea RadioStaka nasce dal genio, ancora incompreso, di noi studenti di Architettura, che in un freddo pomeriggio di Novembre durante uno dei corsi di laboratorio più intensi e gratificanti della nostra carriera universitaria (carriera di cui non vediamo ancora la fine!), abbiamo costituito il nostro team di lavoro. Vista la dedizione intensa e costante per questo laboratorio, una bella mattina (dopo una terribile nottata di lavoro) ci siamo guardati in faccia e ci siamo detti “Cazzo! Siamo proprio degli Stakanovisti!”. Instancabili, pazzi, se volete geniali e concedetecelo anche romantici, abbiamo “nominato” il nostro gruppo “TEAM STAKA”.&lt;br /&gt;Ci siamo, il gruppo era fatto! E tutti i pomeriggi ci si riuniva per raggiungere il nostro obiettivo, uno sporco voto, anche se per noi conta più la sostanza, l’impegno, la dedizione che ci mettiamo, il voto è fine a se stesso ( per la cronaca abbiamo preso 29, perché la perfezione non è cosa umana, perché per apprezzare una cosa bella bisogna saperne vedere anche i difetti…) Questa esperienza ci ha uniti, quasi segnati, e allora ci siamo decisi…scriviamo i nostri pensieri!Inizia la nostra, pardon anche la vostra, Stakavventura…&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on the heaven’s door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4952683080199562196?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4952683080199562196/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4952683080199562196' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4952683080199562196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4952683080199562196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-stakamomentodi-radiostaka.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...di RadioStaka'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-9134376402043298039</id><published>2008-06-15T12:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:27:40.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 - One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JFWPeVfWB9o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JFWPeVfWB9o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-9134376402043298039?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/9134376402043298039/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=9134376402043298039' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/9134376402043298039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/9134376402043298039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/u2-one.html' title='U2 - One'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1123620964540606362</id><published>2008-06-04T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:54:00.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dello Staka_Marco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cari lettori, care lettrici, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avete mai pensato al nefasto comportamento del tempo e del destino?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In questi giorni stavo riflettendo un pò su alcune cose, avete mai pensato a quant'è bello il nostro periodo universitario (o comunque giovanile)? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siamo travolti in continuazione da vortici di stress continui, preoccupazioni costanti, notti insonne, nervoso continuo che causa la rovina del nostro fegato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma voglio metterci anche le belle esperienze come le nuove amicizie, la crescita costante del nostro "io" sempre affamato di cultura, le feste, la birra, nuovi amori...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le più belle esperienze della nostra gioventù però credo siano altre, cose più profonde, cose che ci fanno ragionare tutti insieme che ci fanno litigare che ci affascinano...cose che io amo chiamare le nostre idee. Si possono chiamare anche i nostri sogni, i nostri ideali...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecco le mie riflessioni mi hanno portato alcune domande: che fine faranno?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voi ci pensate al futuro? E non parlo solo di lavoro, di famiglia; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fra vent'anni avremo gli stessi sogni? Ci comporteremo come diciamo oggi? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rispetto, onestà, inventiva, passione...tutto ciò resterà?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io personalmente sono molto pessimista. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crescendo, a mio avviso, corriamo il costante rischio di perdere le nostre identità...e tutto ciò sinceramente mi spaventa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardavo un film di Carlo Verdone "Compagni di scuola" targato 1988, questo film parla di alcuni compagni di classe che un giorno decidono di ritrovarsi, di fare una rimpatriata per vedere come sono diventati col passare del tempo...per autoconvincersi di essere sempre gli stessi, chiaramente verrà fuori un'altra verità alla fine del film...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecco il bambino che è in me ora è cresciuto ed è diverso, è diventato ragazzo prima, uomo poi...ma una volta adulto chi sarò?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voi che ne pensate?.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1123620964540606362?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5003398095379959473</id><published>2008-05-28T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:08:30.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dello Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Troverò mai la serenità?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;la cerco in uno sguardo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;in una carezza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;in un caldo abbraccio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;la voglio in una stretta di mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;quella mano sincera sulla mia spalla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;o magari in un luogo che sento amico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;io che non lo sono stato mai dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;che invidio voi perchè ve la leggo negli occhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;tutto questo, mestamente, mi turba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sconfitta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5003398095379959473?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5003398095379959473/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5003398095379959473' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5003398095379959473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5003398095379959473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2404175769891531718</id><published>2008-05-20T21:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:00:45.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Stop the clocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9uidygBUsVI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9uidygBUsVI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cari lettori vi regalo il possibile futuro nuovo singolo degli Oasis!!! Buon ascolto... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2404175769891531718?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2404175769891531718/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2404175769891531718' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2404175769891531718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2404175769891531718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/oasis-stop-clocks.html' title='Oasis - Stop the clocks!'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8188824647550345536</id><published>2008-05-12T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:17:00.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Ce l'ho con (2)</title><content type='html'>Cari lettori, ce l'ho con i mafiosi, che stanno in tv, sui giornali, per le strade, nei negozi...in parlamento....qui sotto vi ho inserito la puntata del 10 maggio di "Che tempo che fa..." che dopo questa intervista a Marco Travaglio (che dice solo verità, e quindi punge dove deve) è finita nell'occhi del ciclone mediatico...giornalisti schiavi! Maledetti! Parlateci dei problemi della Birmania, nessuno parla più del Tibet?!? L'Italia fa schifo!!! Iniziamola questa cazzo di rivoluzione CULTURALE CAZZO!!! Ci vuole coraggio!!!&lt;br /&gt;Io ce l'ho soprattutto con te che vivi nell'indifferenza...sveglia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8188824647550345536?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8188824647550345536/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8188824647550345536' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8188824647550345536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8188824647550345536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/ce-lho-con-2.html' title='Ce l&apos;ho con (2)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3326592442954949225</id><published>2008-05-12T09:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:09:59.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Marco Travaglio a Che Tempo che Fa - parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LmuGJ18pksg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LmuGJ18pksg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3326592442954949225?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3326592442954949225/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3326592442954949225' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3326592442954949225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3326592442954949225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/marco-travaglio-che-tempo-che-fa-parte_4281.html' title='Marco Travaglio a Che Tempo che Fa - parte 1'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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-6803964694934102310.post-8574278602055597317</id><published>2008-05-12T09:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:09:43.182Z</updated><title type='text'>Marco Travaglio a Che Tempo che Fa - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ghnId460NLg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ghnId460NLg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8574278602055597317?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8574278602055597317/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8574278602055597317' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8574278602055597317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8574278602055597317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/marco-travaglio-che-tempo-che-fa-parte_12.html' title='Marco Travaglio a Che Tempo che Fa - 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Beccateve sto gruppo! altro che i beckstreet boys da figa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4085499780687944832?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4085499780687944832/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4085499780687944832' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4085499780687944832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4085499780687944832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/amici-miei-oh-bucaiola.html' title='Amici miei - oh bucaiola'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1491685617807037962</id><published>2008-04-30T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:56:39.932Z</updated><title type='text'>L'Uomo nello stanzino</title><content type='html'>L'Uomo nello stanzino,&lt;br /&gt;se ne sta tutto il giorno lì,&lt;br /&gt;egli osserva ogni persona che passa d'innanzi alla sua porta aperta,&lt;br /&gt;e nota con tristezza che nessuno lo degna di uno sguardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Uomo nello stanzino,&lt;br /&gt;guarda con paura e con un po' di noia le pareti che lo circondano,&lt;br /&gt;egli vive con il timore di uscire,&lt;br /&gt;perchè non vuole cadere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Uomo nello stanzino,&lt;br /&gt;chi è?&lt;br /&gt;Sei tu? Sono io?&lt;br /&gt;E' solo colui che attende da troppo che il suo destino varchi quella soglia&lt;br /&gt;e invada il suo triste e solitario mondo e che lo tiri fuori dal suo incubo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Uomo nello stanzino,&lt;br /&gt;vive di speranze,&lt;br /&gt;vive di sogni,&lt;br /&gt;forse morirà solo...&lt;br /&gt;...o magari no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1491685617807037962?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1491685617807037962/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1491685617807037962' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1491685617807037962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1491685617807037962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/luomo-nello-stanzino.html' title='L&apos;Uomo nello stanzino'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2968551757750206032</id><published>2008-04-15T23:33:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:43:39.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Una Persona Con Elevato Senso Civico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SAUkYOiH13I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4zK1jyLlAHA/s1600-h/TKimg4746f812d627f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SAUkYOiH13I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4zK1jyLlAHA/s400/TKimg4746f812d627f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189594144251041650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SAUiZOiH12I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EhXFPCAPCSg/s1600-h/corbusier.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Cari amici, stakadelusi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;in risposta a questi strani e alquanto sconcertanti eventi elettorali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;vi propongo di lasciare ogni giudizio ai posteri dei posteri e di spostare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;la nostra attenzione su qualcosa di veramente sano e soddisfacente: l'architettura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Qua ci vuole un po di ossigeno per cercare nelle passioni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;quello che la politica non può darci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Vorrei iniziare con chi ne abbia interesse un ragionamento sul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ruolo che l'architettura ha nella sfera della società civile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;e se in qualche modo, nel nostro piccolo si possa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sviluppare un'idea di ciò che sarà giusto fare quando opereremo in concreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(E per chi è amante della politica, si può fare politica anche con l'architettura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;un mezzo molto più potente delle parole al vento).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Tutte le volte che l'architettura si interseca, dialoga e incide sulla società,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;si trasforma in Architettura (A maiuscola), e a mio modesto parere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;mostra la sua vera essenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Questa visione può costituire tranquillamente un ottimo metro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;di giudizio di un opera architettonica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Non ci culliamo sull'alibi che l'architettura è il frutto e lo specchio della società.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Dobbiamo fuggire da questa impostazione, è come credere solo alla speranza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;porta a girarsi su se stessi all'infinito e a cadere inevitabilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Siamo noi (futuri architetti) a dover dare risposte concrete, a risolvere la questione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(Le Corbusier insegna, e forse lo farà ancora a lungo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Una vera Architettura (giudizio personale e soggetto a critiche) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;getta lo sguardo oltre l'immediato, si volta anche indietro, ma soprattutto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;guarda negli occhi le persone con cui dialoga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;E' sincera, altruista, sensibile al tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Rispetta le regole eticamente corrette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Impara dagli errori, ne commette inevitabilmente altri, rispetta la diversità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Non da importanza al dettaglio in quanto tale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ma considera i dettagli in quanto parti dell'insieme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;L'Architettura non è un dio che sta nel dettaglio, ma è una persona con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;elevato senso civico che sta nella società.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Concretamente come si fa a generare un'architettura con elevato senso civico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(Ipotesi da umile studente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1- Creatività nelle soluzioni progettuali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;    (bisogna tornare a creare e a ingegnarsi sul serio);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;2- Soluzione che integra tutte le complessità, ma proprio tutte, con la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;     FORMA, l'unica arma a nostra disposizione per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;     concretizzare la teoria (Paolo Desideri, le vogliamo bene);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;3- Colore, materiali, spazio e luce, che generano EMOZIONI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;     fanno stare bene chi ne fruisce;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4- L'architettura non deve mettere in inferiorità chi la attraversa, ma si deve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;     confrontare sullo stesso livello. Non mi piace entrare in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;     luoghi in cui non mi sento a mio agio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Questi non sono altro che spunti a ruota libera, sui quali si potrebbe discutere all'infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Spero di discuterne con voi in qualche modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Vi passo la palla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Mi aspetto almeno 10 commenti, almeno superiamo quelli di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;quando marco si è fidanzato, per principio, non per altro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(con tutto il rispetto x marco, ma credo che lui sia d'accordo con me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Andrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2968551757750206032?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2968551757750206032/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2968551757750206032' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2968551757750206032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2968551757750206032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/una-persona-con-elevato-senso-civico.html' title='Una Persona Con Elevato Senso Civico'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/SAUkYOiH13I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4zK1jyLlAHA/s72-c/TKimg4746f812d627f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-1895989107683202958</id><published>2008-04-12T08:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:54:52.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Sunday Morning Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zichvcYZQqs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zichvcYZQqs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questo si che è un bel video...indovinate quale genio del cinema l'ha ispirato???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-1895989107683202958?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1895989107683202958/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=1895989107683202958' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1895989107683202958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/1895989107683202958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/oasis-sunday-morning-call.html' title='Oasis - Sunday Morning Call'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2267434992392681018</id><published>2008-04-09T19:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:00:21.243Z</updated><title type='text'>13 e 14 aprile 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L'Italia "vota".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Diceva Enzo Biagi che l'Italia è un paese sazio, che non ha grandi spinte, né grandi speranze. Purtroppo non aveva tutti i torti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Volevo dire grazie a tutti gli Staka per le interminabili e ineguagliabili discussioni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;perchè il dialogo è importante,"le parole sono importanti".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anche quando si hanno opinioni diverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lascio un vecchio testo, che andrebbe letto nelle scuole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Viva l'Italia, De Gregori, era il 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva l'Italia, l'Italia liberata, l'Italia del valzer, l'Italia del caffè. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'Italia derubata e colpita al cuore, viva l'Italia, l'Italia che non muore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva l'Italia, presa a tradimento, l'Italia assassinata dai giornali e dal cemento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'Italia con gli occhi asciutti nella notte scura, viva l'Italia, l'Italia che non ha paura. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva l'Italia, l'Italia che è in mezzo al mare, l'Italia dimenticata e l'Italia da dimenticare, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'Italia metà giardino e metà galera, viva l'Italia, l'Italia tutta intera. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva l'Italia, l'Italia che lavora, l'Italia che si dispera, l'Italia che si innamora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; l'Italia metà dovere e metà fortuna, viva l'Italia, l'Italia sulla luna. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva l'Italia, l'Italia del 12 dicembre, l'Italia con le bandiere, l'Italia nuda come sempre, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'Italia con gli occhi aperti nella notte triste, viva l'Italia, &lt;strong&gt;l'Italia che resiste&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Qualsiasi strada l'Italia avrà deciso di percorrere,noi martedì ci ritroviamo a mensa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;su quel tavolo che ci sentirà parlare sempre della stessa Italia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l'Italia del 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(e Mario avrà sempre il piatto più pieno...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Staka_Boz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2267434992392681018?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2267434992392681018/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2267434992392681018' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2267434992392681018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2267434992392681018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-e-14-aprile-2008.html' title='13 e 14 aprile 2008'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3685790323655365339</id><published>2008-04-05T19:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:55:24.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Si Può Fare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rdkecMOT1ko' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rdkecMOT1ko'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3685790323655365339?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3685790323655365339/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3685790323655365339' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3685790323655365339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3685790323655365339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/si-pu-fare.html' title='Si Può Fare'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5114404570515028368</id><published>2008-03-24T21:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:29:57.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questa canzone la voglio dedicare allo Staka_Antonio...perchè è da un po' che non ci capiamo come una volta...non facciamo come Sid...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5114404570515028368?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5114404570515028368/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5114404570515028368' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5114404570515028368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5114404570515028368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7548683241104432349</id><published>2008-03-24T21:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:25:37.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Staka Floyd_ Brain Damage / Ecplise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bJw4gagldI0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bJw4gagldI0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dello Staka_Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo post vuole essere solo un'appendice musicale al bel post scritto dallo Staka_Marco&lt;br /&gt;In un video dei Pink Floyd vengono concentrate tutte le vicissitudini, le contraddizioni, le falsità, i rituali controversi che appartengono a questo intricato "vecchio pazzo" mondo umano...Non preoccupatevi è solo un errore mentale...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7548683241104432349?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7548683241104432349/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7548683241104432349' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7548683241104432349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7548683241104432349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/staka-floyd-brain-damage-ecplise.html' title='Staka Floyd_ Brain Damage / Ecplise'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7608828568709433592</id><published>2008-03-19T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:58:33.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dello Staka_Marco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cari lettori rieccoci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;confusi ma felici, travolti dai mille impegni che caratterizzano la nostra ridente esperienza universitaria (anche se qualche zecca continua a sostenere il contrario, come se ci fosse solo lei al mondo), torniamo a scrivervi presentandovi una mezza rubrica che onestamente risulta copiata dalle notturne esibizioni dell'immortale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cazzaro&lt;/span&gt; dello sport-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; Maurizio Mosca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ce l'ho con...(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ce l'ho con l'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipocrisia&lt;/span&gt; del mondo, sono tre giorni che mi alzo incazzato &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perché&lt;/span&gt; vado a dormire con le ultime notizie della questione Tibet che ancora mi girano nel cervello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ce l'ho con l'egoismo globale, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perché&lt;/span&gt; ritengo che ogni Stato ha una sua cultura e ogni cultura mostra sempre il peggio di se quando vengono fuori delle situazioni particolarmente sensibili...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ce l'ho con la gente, che sta sempre lì pronta ad alzare false bandiere con lo stemma delle loro ideologie, ma quando poi le devono mettere in pratica...puff...spariscono o si difendono dietro ad una falsa morale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vorrei dire altro, ma rischierei di risultare un falso artista-rivoluzionario e voi avreste tutto il diritto di gridarmi dietro "e ce lo caghi che sei un artista!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Spero che il mondo cambi, che le culture si mischino senza spargimenti di sangue, che la gente torni ad essere come i nostri nonni, attaccati alla vita, sempre ottimisti e con la paura della guerra nel cuore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...e che l'ipocrita di turno la finisca di farsi (e farci) false promesse con ideologie che poi non potrà (o sa di non poter) mantenere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Un saluto a tutti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7608828568709433592?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7608828568709433592/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7608828568709433592' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7608828568709433592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7608828568709433592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-9120092015281938054</id><published>2008-03-13T11:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:34:19.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Mozart - Linea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/k8gvO4_T4mE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/k8gvO4_T4mE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conoscevate questo fantastico film animato???&lt;br /&gt;Mbè godetevelo perchè è un pezzo di storia, ed è divertentissimo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-9120092015281938054?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/9120092015281938054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=9120092015281938054' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/9120092015281938054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/9120092015281938054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/mozart-linea.html' title='Mozart - Linea...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4262791293699766316</id><published>2008-03-12T23:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:19:03.487Z</updated><title type='text'>Guns N Roses - Don't Cry Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZMypLiZwRtQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZMypLiZwRtQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;un po' di buona musica per riempire i vuoti va!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4262791293699766316?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4262791293699766316/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4262791293699766316' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4262791293699766316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4262791293699766316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/guns-n-roses-don-cry-music-video.html' title='Guns N Roses - Don&amp;#39;t Cry Music Video'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4126690988918205876</id><published>2008-02-24T10:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:08:12.524Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...di RadioStaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Non dimenticare mai, che esistono quattro cose nella vita&lt;br /&gt;a cui non c'è rimedio : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;La pietra, dopo che è lanciata; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;La parola, dopo che è proferita; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;L' occasione, dopo che è persa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il tempo, dopo che è passato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Il Tantra della vita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dai di più alle persone,&lt;br /&gt;di quello che esse si aspettano,&lt;br /&gt;e fallo con allegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Due&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sposati con qualcuno con cui ti piaccia conversare.&lt;br /&gt;Man mano che invecchierete,&lt;br /&gt;la capacità di comunicare,&lt;br /&gt;sarà sempre molto importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tre&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Non credere a tutto quello che ascolti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Non spendere tutto quello che possiedi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Non dormire tanto quanto potresti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quattro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando dici ' io ti amo', sii sincero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cinque&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando dici 'mi dispiace'&lt;br /&gt;gaurda negli occhi la persona a cui lo dici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Rimani fidanzato almeno sei mesi prima di sposarti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sette&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Credi nell'amore a prima vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Otto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Non ridere mai dei sogni degli altri .&lt;br /&gt;Chi non ha sogni, non ha molto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nove&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ama profondamente e con passione.&lt;br /&gt;Può darsi che ti feriranno,&lt;br /&gt;ma è l'unico modo di vivere una vita completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dieci&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando discuti , gioca pulito.&lt;br /&gt;Non usare insulti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Undici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Non giudicare nessuno per la sua famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dodici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Parla lentamente, … ma pensa veloce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tredici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti fanno una domanda a cui non vuoi rispondere, sorridi e domanda: 'Perchè vuoi saperlo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quattordici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ricorda che grandi amori e grandi realizzazioni implicano grandi rischi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quindici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Di 'salute' quando qualcuno starnutisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sedici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando perdi, impara la lezione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diciassette&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ricorda le tre 'R': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Rispetto per te stesso; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Rispetto per gli altri; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Responsabilità per le tue azioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diciotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Non lasciare che una piccola discussione&lt;br /&gt;ti faccia perdere una grande amicizia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diciannove&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti accorgi di aver commesso un errore,&lt;br /&gt;prendi immediati provvedimenti per porvi rimedio .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorridi quando rispondi al telefono.&lt;br /&gt;Chi ti chiama lo percepirà dal tono della tua voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ventuno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Passa del tempo da solo e rifletti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4126690988918205876?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4126690988918205876/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4126690988918205876' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4126690988918205876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4126690988918205876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/lo-stakamomentodi-radiostaka.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...di RadioStaka'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8714029930561540664</id><published>2008-02-23T18:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:19:08.489Z</updated><title type='text'>Giovanni Allevi - Come sei veramente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bzR_eYbgfCo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bzR_eYbgfCo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cara bellatrix non riesco a capire quale video hai regalato a RadioStaka, perchè youtube mi da dei piccoli problemini...cmq ti ringrazio, e ringrazio tutti coloro che hanno lasciato qualche regalo o hanno anche pensato di farlo ma per qualche strano o arcano motivo non l'hanno fatto...questa è per te bellatrix!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8714029930561540664?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8714029930561540664/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8714029930561540664' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8714029930561540664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8714029930561540664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/giovanni-allevi-come-sei-veramente.html' title='Giovanni Allevi - Come sei veramente'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2873652623026893927</id><published>2008-02-21T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:59:31.649Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“LA FONTANA MALATA”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DI ALDO PALAZZESCHI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOF, CLOP, CLOCH,                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;CLOFFETE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOPPETE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOCCHETE,&lt;br /&gt;CHCHCH……&lt;br /&gt;E' GIU',&lt;br /&gt;NEL CORTILE,&lt;br /&gt;LA POVERA&lt;br /&gt;FONTANA&lt;br /&gt;MALATA;&lt;br /&gt;CHE SPASIMO!&lt;br /&gt;SENTIRLA&lt;br /&gt;TOSSIRE.&lt;br /&gt;TOSSISCE,&lt;br /&gt;TOSSISCE,&lt;br /&gt;UN POCO&lt;br /&gt;SI TACE….&lt;br /&gt;DI NUOVO.&lt;br /&gt;TOSSISCE.&lt;br /&gt;MIA POVERA&lt;br /&gt;FONTANA&lt;br /&gt;IL MALE&lt;br /&gt;CHE HAI&lt;br /&gt;IL CUORE&lt;br /&gt;MI PREME.&lt;br /&gt;SI TACE,&lt;br /&gt;NON GETTA&lt;br /&gt;PIU' NULLA.&lt;br /&gt;SI TACE,&lt;br /&gt;NON S'ODE&lt;br /&gt;RUMORE&lt;br /&gt;DI SORTA&lt;br /&gt;CHE FORSE…&lt;br /&gt;CHE FORSE&lt;br /&gt;SIA MORTA?&lt;br /&gt;ORRORE&lt;br /&gt;AH! NO.&lt;br /&gt;RIECCOLA,&lt;br /&gt;ANCORA&lt;br /&gt;TOSSISCE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOF,CLOP,CLOCH,&lt;br /&gt;CLOFFETE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOPPETE,&lt;br /&gt;CHCHCH….&lt;br /&gt;LA TISI&lt;br /&gt;L'UCCIDE.&lt;br /&gt;DIO SANTO,&lt;br /&gt;QUEL SUO&lt;br /&gt;ETERNO&lt;br /&gt;TOSSIRE&lt;br /&gt;MI FA&lt;br /&gt;MORIRE,&lt;br /&gt;UN POCO&lt;br /&gt;VA BENE,&lt;br /&gt;MA TANTO….&lt;br /&gt;CHE LAGNO!&lt;br /&gt;MA HABEL !&lt;br /&gt;VITTORIA !&lt;br /&gt;ANDATE,&lt;br /&gt;CORRETE,&lt;br /&gt;CHIUDETE&lt;br /&gt;LA FONTE,&lt;br /&gt;MI UCCIDE&lt;br /&gt;QUEL SUO&lt;br /&gt;ETERNO&lt;br /&gt;TOSSIRE !&lt;br /&gt;ANDATE,&lt;br /&gt;METTETE&lt;br /&gt;QUALCOSA&lt;br /&gt;PER FARLA&lt;br /&gt;FINIRE,&lt;br /&gt;MAGARI…&lt;br /&gt;MAGARI&lt;br /&gt;MORIRE&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA !&lt;br /&gt;GESU' !&lt;br /&gt;NON PIU' !&lt;br /&gt;NON PIU'.&lt;br /&gt;MIA POVERA&lt;br /&gt;FONTANA,.&lt;br /&gt;COL MALE&lt;br /&gt;CHE HAI,&lt;br /&gt;FINISCI&lt;br /&gt;VEDRAI,&lt;br /&gt;CHE UCCIDI&lt;br /&gt;ME PURE.&lt;br /&gt;CLOF,CLOP,CLOCH,&lt;br /&gt;CLOFFETE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOPPETE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOCCHETE&lt;br /&gt;CHCHCH… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2873652623026893927?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2873652623026893927/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2873652623026893927' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2873652623026893927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2873652623026893927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2210193965829468773</id><published>2008-02-11T15:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:05:28.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Ennio Morricone - Gabriel's Oboe from </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PRb8KKyenSY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PRb8KKyenSY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grazie Edo...qesta è veramente una perla...l'altra non la mettiamo perchè abbiamo deciso che questa è decisamente superiore...grazie mille!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2210193965829468773?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2210193965829468773/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2210193965829468773' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2210193965829468773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2210193965829468773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/ennio-morricone-gabriel-oboe-from.html' title='Ennio Morricone - Gabriel&amp;#39;s Oboe from '/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5397951945011092818</id><published>2008-02-09T15:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:39:45.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Elio e le Storie Tese - Servi della gleba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FbPtvFxUb60' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FbPtvFxUb60'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questo video non l'ha proprio suggerito Veronica, ma diciamo che l'ha ispirato con la sua indicazione sul suo commento, percui ce lo prendiamo come regalo...GRAZIE VERO'!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5397951945011092818?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5397951945011092818/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5397951945011092818' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5397951945011092818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5397951945011092818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/elio-e-le-storie-tese-servi-della-gleba.html' title='Elio e le Storie Tese - Servi della gleba'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5110413111620606723</id><published>2008-02-07T16:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:36:21.143Z</updated><title type='text'>NS-5 Sonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YrnQ1b178No' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YrnQ1b178No'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da parte di Santo con tanti auguri RadioStaka!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5110413111620606723?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5110413111620606723/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5110413111620606723' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5110413111620606723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5110413111620606723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/ns-5-sonny.html' title='NS-5 Sonny'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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-6803964694934102310.post-3892301299505320497</id><published>2008-02-07T16:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:04:38.489Z</updated><title type='text'>The Ramones - Happy Birthday RadioStaka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZXckTL3QEdM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZXckTL3QEdM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salve a tutti cari lettori!&lt;br /&gt;Oggi come avrete capito è il radiostaka-day...buon compleanno dunque cara radioStaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;Da un po' di tempo avrete notato che qualche regalo lo abbiamo lasciato alla nostra amatissima radio, beh ora tocca a voi, al posto dei soliti commenti lasciate idee simpatiche, vieo musicali, scene di film, poesie, canzoni tutto quello che vi passa per la mente (tipo vai su youtube e digita happy birtday ramones9 e lasciate il vostro nome...sarà il vostro pensiero per radiostaka!&lt;br /&gt;su avanti fateci un regalo!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3892301299505320497?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3892301299505320497/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3892301299505320497' title='21 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3892301299505320497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3892301299505320497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/ramones-happy-birthday-radiostaka.html' title='The Ramones - Happy Birthday RadioStaka!'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8418157131546206002</id><published>2008-02-03T13:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:32:46.919Z</updated><title type='text'>La strada verso RadioStaka-day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aCUQtbZ3Tbs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aCUQtbZ3Tbs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ispirato ad un capolavoro della letteratura mondiale, cuore di tenebra di Joseph Conrad, regia di Francis Ford Coppola, con Marlon Brando e un mitico Martin Sheen...&lt;br /&gt;Questa è stata votata come l'incipit migliore mai realizzato nella storia del cinema, con la perfetta simbiosi tra immagini e musica (mitica "The End" dei The Doors)...un inizio che è una fine e una fine che è un inizio...&lt;br /&gt;Questo il mio secondo regalo personale per RadioStaka...&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8418157131546206002?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8418157131546206002/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=8418157131546206002' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8418157131546206002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/8418157131546206002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-strada-verso-radiostaka-day-2.html' title='La strada verso RadioStaka-day 2'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-6745459657045289732</id><published>2008-01-31T15:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:34:13.796Z</updated><title type='text'>La strada verso RadioStaka-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cpys1c3jCNs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cpys1c3jCNs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cari lettori ci stiamo avvicinando a grandi passi verso il compleanno di RadioStaka...&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa possiamo regalare alla nostra radio preferita?&lt;br /&gt;Beh io cercherò di viziarla un po' questi giorni.&lt;br /&gt;Eccovi esposto il mio primo regalo...Queen...Innuendo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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RadioStaka-Day'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5847184695520050787</id><published>2008-01-09T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:41:35.368Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cari lettori,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passate le vacanze, fra torroni e panettoni di tutti i tipi, fra chili in più un po' qua e un po' là...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;circondati da esami malefici che sembrano incubi che non vogliono lasciarci mai, torno oggi con un argomento che sono sicuro attirerà su di me orde di critiche pazzesche...comunque...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le differenze fra uomo e donna, e come queste influiscono sulle storie d'amore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Premetto che non sono un esperto in materia, ma trovandomi (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahimè&lt;/span&gt;) in una discussione fra amici qualche giorno fa m'è venuto lo spunto, quindi vi dico la mia per sapere la vostra...magari riusciamo tutti insieme a risolvere il più grande dilemma della storia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inizio dalla prima differenza, che secondo me è poco considerata, ma che forse risponderebbe a molti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perché&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;l'uomo nell'arco della sua vita cresce in un ambiente diverso da quello della donna, basti pensare alla solita scuola calcio, dove ti insegnano a stare nel gruppo, dove si formano legami forti che possono durare anni, la passione per lo sport aiuta a socializzare...quindi anche il modo di gestire i rapporti, noi uomini siamo più diretti, e se abbiamo problemi li risolviamo in poco tempo, al max con una scazzottata, poi però con una birra si torna tutti amici;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la donna di solito cresce in mezzo alle bambole (non è un'offesa) ma passa il suo tempo a casa, spesso da sola, almeno nelle città dove non esiste una qualche possibilità di fare sport di squadra, e quindi la donna trova più difficile avere i "gruppi", al max trova più facile avere la compagna del cuore, che però col passare del tempo si perde...o sbaglio?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'uomo è più superficiale anche per questo, non siamo abituati a notare tutto, passiamo troppo tempo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dietro&lt;/span&gt; alle cazzate, e quindi non lo facciamo a posta, siamo fatti così...certo non è un discorso che riguarda tutti, poi ci sono quelli più sensibili, quelli ancora meno, ma in generale è così, le ragazze stando nel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;loro&lt;/span&gt; ambiente più spesso dei ragazzi hanno una sensibilità più forte, passano più tempo a curare i particolari, e quindi pretendono che anche il "loro" uomo li noti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora non crediate che questo sia un discorso maschilista, la donna deve avere il massimo rispetto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soffre&lt;/span&gt; molto di più di noi uomini, si rinchiudono molto di più in loro stesse di noi, ma scrivo questo per cercare di capire una cosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molte volte noi uomini non notiamo molte cose nelle donne, non le capiamo, pensiamo di fare bene ma tante volte sbagliamo, le ragazze spesso si fissano troppo, e danno troppe cose per scontato, e poi come si va a finire? Che si rischia di perdere il dialogo, si litiga troppo, e finisce il sentimento...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bé&lt;/span&gt; ci sarebbe tanto da scrivere, e sicuramente le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ragazze&lt;/span&gt; troveranno tantissimi difetti di noi ragazzi, è chiaro che nessuno è perfetto, ma credo che il dialogo sia una forza non indifferente, e la sincerità, il rispetto reciproco ecc. ecc....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credo che comunque la cosa migliore sia fare sempre ciò che è più giusto per se stessi, per il proprio bene, cercando di non minare quello degli altri...essere un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;po'&lt;/span&gt; egoisti per queste cose non è sempre un errore, potrebbe essere una soluzione, chiaramente poi nella coppia ci deve sempre essere il compromesso, ma non bisogna mai decidere per il bene altrui senza pensare alle proprie conseguenze...chi troppo ama soffre di più...insomma come dico sempre "fai ciò che è meglio per te, senza danneggiare nessuno...".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se sbaglio o se sono stato troppo egoista, maschilista, infantile ecc. ecc. vi chiedo scusa, ma questa è la lezione che ho potuto apprendere dalla vita...il rispetto, la sincerità, il dialogo, e un pizzico di egoismo, forse questa è una grande differenza...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sono uscito fuori tema? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sicuro...ditemi la vostra, e non vi arrabbiate se trovate punti che non condividete...è solo il mio pensiero...non è detto che esso possa cambiare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5847184695520050787?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5847184695520050787/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5847184695520050787' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5847184695520050787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5847184695520050787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2008/01/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-2194078053792687606</id><published>2007-12-24T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:43:40.118Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R2-NcrCIikI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eOaVBPzLqxU/s1600-h/albero_di_Natale2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R2-NcrCIikI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eOaVBPzLqxU/s400/albero_di_Natale2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147488422835292738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Buon Natale e felice anno nuovo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;     da RadioStaka!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-2194078053792687606?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2194078053792687606/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=2194078053792687606' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2194078053792687606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/2194078053792687606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/12/buon-natale-e-felice-anno-nuovo.html' title=''/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R2-NcrCIikI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eOaVBPzLqxU/s72-c/albero_di_Natale2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-41109702512115938</id><published>2007-12-24T10:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:38:49.755Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;dello Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cari lettori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;eccovi una piccola lista che vi può aiutare a capire la nostra&lt;br /&gt;vita da staka_pseudo_architetti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Se studi architettura o conosci qualcuno che studia architettura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;inviagli questa mail: conoscenti, amici, amiche, cugini, cugine, fratello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;sorella...così capiranno perché non sei mai a casa..e perché quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; ci sei, stai sempre pensando, parlando da solo o dormendo.. Sintomi che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;studi architettura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Sai che sapore hanno la colla, la balsa, il poliplat e il cartoncino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;2. Ti chiedono continuamente: 'e..questa faccia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;3. Hai cambiato il tuo vocabolario drasticamente (consegna, revisione...')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;4. Riesci a spendere delle cifre esorbitanti in libreria, ancora di più in&lt;br /&gt;cartoleria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;5. Odi che i tuoi genitori ti dicano "Vai a dormire!!, Se non riesci&lt;br /&gt;a finire,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;vai a letto!!&lt;br /&gt;...o anche semplicemente la domanda "ti manca molto?", ti può irritare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;6. Hai dormito più di 20 ore di seguito in un fine settimana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;7. Puoi parlare con sicurezza del contenuto di caffeina nelle varie bibite e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   della loro rispettiva efficacia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;8. Non importa quanto ti sforzi per fare il tuo miglior progetto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ci sarà sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;qualcuno che dirà 'perchè non gli metti questo,&lt;br /&gt;o gli cambi quello' o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;'sei sulla buona strada però ancora&lt;br /&gt;manca tanto...'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;9. Hai ascoltato tutti i tuoi cd e mp3 in meno di 48 ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;10.Non sei visto in pubblico senza occhiaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;11.Quando ti invitano a uscire, subito dopo ti chiedono:...o hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   una consegna? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;12.Sei capace di riciclare l'impensabile quando si tratta di dover&lt;br /&gt;fare un modellino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;13.Hai ballato la macarena con coreografia alle 4 della mattina senza&lt;br /&gt;una goccia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;d'alcool in corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;14.Costantemente cerchi scuse per spiegare ai tuoi professori,&lt;br /&gt;di materie che non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; sono disegno, il perchè non hai fatto gli esercizi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;15.Hai più fotografie di paesaggi ed elementi da usare in un disegno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   che della tua famiglia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;16.Qualcuno qualche volta ti ha detto 'che bello...architettura!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   Passerai tutto il tempo a disegnare!!' e tu mentalmente hai fatto&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;lista...: e gli esami di statica, scienza delle costruzioni,&lt;br /&gt;fisica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;tecnica, tecnologia matematica uno e due ecc. ecc....?!?!&lt;br /&gt;e poi avresti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; voluto ucciderlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;17.I tuoi incubi riguardano il non finire qualcosa o il non &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   riuscire a fare qualche consegna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;18.Puoi vivere senza contatto umano cibo, o luce del sole, però&lt;br /&gt;non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; puoi fare a meno di stampare col plotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;19.Ai tuoi genitori fa paura usare parole come 'carino' o brutto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   davanti a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;20.Non ti interessano le macchine sportive: un furgoncino è quello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;   che può trasportare i plastici grandi!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;21.Disegni cose spettacolari senza avere la minima idea del loro costo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;22.Hai il marchio dell'architetto: un mal di schiena da stessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;   posizione per i dieci giorni prima dell'esame di laboratorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;23.Riesci a dormire in qualsiasi posto, sopra tastiere, zaini, sui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;   tuoi compagni, per terra mentre aspetti di stampare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;24.Ogni volta che finisci di imparare un nuovo programma credi di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;   essere super aggiornato, però poi ti rendi conto che ci sono&lt;br /&gt;almeno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; 1000 programmi nuovi per disegnare, che ancora non conosci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.Quando finalmente trovi il tempo per uscire, i tuoi pensieri&lt;br /&gt;    sono: &lt;span&gt;"come sono progettati male i bagni della discoteca! Questa non &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; la migliore u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;scita di emergenza! le scale non sono a norma..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Uno degli spazzolini da denti che c'è nel tuo bagno è del tuo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   compagno di laboratorio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;27.Tuo fratello crede di essere figlio unico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;28.Conosci a memoria tutti gli orari di apertura e di chiusura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   delle copisterie della tua città...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;29.Sei in grado di sfogliare per ore riviste di architettura senza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   trovare quel maledettisimo dettaglio che ti serve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;30.Ti identifichi con questa mail?? eh eh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   SE NON STUDI ARCHITETTURA PER FAVORE CERCA DI COMPRENDERE PERCHE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   A VOLTE E' MOLTO DIFFICILE LA VITA DEI TUOI AMICI!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   PER TUTTI GLI ARCHITETTI: L'UNICA CONSOLAZIONE E' SAPERE DI NON ESSERE&lt;br /&gt;GLI UNICI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   grazie Sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-41109702512115938?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/41109702512115938/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=41109702512115938' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/41109702512115938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/41109702512115938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/12/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4620997140725216936</id><published>2007-12-02T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:43:40.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Rutelli e l'Italia dei geometri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R1KkDRQxKFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JEkIx4oqVho/s1600-R/architetto-Mario-Chiattone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139350500863453266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R1KkDRQxKFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Omgi56EuKwU/s400/architetto-Mario-Chiattone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"L'architetto" - olio su tela di Mario Chiattone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R1KjxBQxKEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SfVaFat3aLc/s1600-R/architetto-Mario-Chiattone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Basta con «l'Italia dei geometri». Basta con lo sviluppo senza una «regia». Se la cementificazione in Italia avanza non è solo colpa dell' aumento del valore degli immobili e della necessità dei comuni di fare cassa, ma anche il risultato di errori commessi nel passato. Della mancanza di una progettazione di lungo respiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dal convegno di Assisi organizzato dal Fai "Sos ambiente: aggiornarsi per intervenire", il ministro per i Beni e le attività culturali Francesco Rutelli ha puntato il dito contro «la fragilità della pianificazione e la scarsa qualità della progettazione affidata in passato a geometri piuttosto che ad architetti e urbanisti». (...)«Gli architetti e gli urbanisti del dopoguerra hanno perso una battaglia storica, magari anche per colpa della politica. Non sono riusciti a imporre una leadership culturale e quindi una cifra stilistica alla trasformazione del territorio nell'Italia contemporanea. Di fatto hanno vinto i geometri che hanno accondisceso in modo incompetente, sbrigativo e dozzinale a ogni bisogno del committente. Coi risultati che vediamo».«Sia ben chiaro. Mai più condoni edilizi, così ha deciso questo governo »...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Francesco Rutelli, ministro Beni e attività culturali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ma è proprio vero che gli architetti avrebbero fatto meglio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;StakaCompagni Estremisti(lo dico simpaticamente e senza che nessuno se la prenda!!!!), ogni tanto qualche "moderato" per dirla come Voi, qualcosa di buono la dice, credo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sarebbe bello un vostro pensiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;StakaBoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4620997140725216936?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4620997140725216936/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4620997140725216936' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4620997140725216936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4620997140725216936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/12/rutelli-e-litalia-dei-geometri.html' title='Rutelli e l&apos;Italia dei geometri'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/R1KkDRQxKFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Omgi56EuKwU/s72-c/architetto-Mario-Chiattone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7365628467443204003</id><published>2007-11-21T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:43:53.904Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;_Marco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cari lettori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oggi voglio utilizzare un capolavoro della poesia italiana per affrontare un tema molto serio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato:&lt;br /&gt;era il rivo strozzato che gorgoglia,&lt;br /&gt;era l'incartocciarsi della foglia&lt;br /&gt;riarsa, era il cavallo stramazzato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bene non seppi; fuori del prodigio&lt;br /&gt;che schiude la divina Indifferenza:&lt;br /&gt;era la statua nella sonnolenza&lt;br /&gt;del meriggio, e la nuvola, e il falco alto levato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eugenio Montale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cosa ne pensate voi del male di vivere che imperversa nelle teste degli umani?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cosa spinge l'uomo ad atti estremi come l'uccisione di suoi simili?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' un tema un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pò&lt;/span&gt; troppo pesante lo so, ma cerchiamo di capire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt; l'uomo è triste...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7365628467443204003?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7365628467443204003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7365628467443204003' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7365628467443204003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7365628467443204003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/11/lo-stakamomento_21.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7654451050773098688</id><published>2007-11-18T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:03:29.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;dello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Le ragioni dell'emigrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cari lettori, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dopo la parentesi Pasolini, permettetemi di presentare un veloce ricordo anche nei confronti del maestro del giornalismo Enzo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biagi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dicevo, dopo queste parentesi un po' tristi voglio proporvi un tema che personalmente trovo assai sentimentale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leggo e sento troppo spesso in giro una sorta di rifiuto del paese, la voglia di fuggire verso le città, la tristezza di quelle persone che dopo fantastiche esperienze all'estero, soffrono una sorta di malinconia nel rivedere la propria terra natia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinceramente non lo capisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personalmente mi ritengo un fortunato, nel senso che ho girato e visto molti luoghi: la romantica e gotica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Metz&lt;/span&gt; (Francia), la dura Germania (Francoforte), quel freddo ma elegante Lussemburgo, Madrid, Londra, e per l'Italia Napoli, Milano, Bologna...per farla breve la cosa più bella di tutto il viaggio sapete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cos&lt;/span&gt;'era?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Il ritorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Le verdi montagne che anticipano la nostra conca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Peligna&lt;/span&gt;, il nostro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Morrone&lt;/span&gt;, san Cosimo...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boh&lt;/span&gt; ragazzi chiamatemi pazzo, vecchio, come vi pare, ma io amo tornare, stare e frequentare la mia Pratola, anche se non c'è niente, mi basta anche quell'oretta con gli amici al bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Io sento l'attaccamento alla mia terra, con questo non dico che in futuro sceglierei di lavorare o vivere altrove, la vita è la vita, ed è piena di sorprese, ma sento che anche se per ragioni di lavoro mi trovassi fuori tornerei sempre qui, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt; amo Pratola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Peligna&lt;/span&gt;, amo lo schifo delle strade, amo le pettegole del luogo, e amo la noia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pratolana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Penso siano questi i sentimenti che spingano un emigrante a tornare, e ad essere profondamente legato alle sue radici...su ragazzi, chi è che non ricorda con piacere i primi calci al pallone all'oratorio? Le prime uscite con gli amici nascosti fra i tanti vicoli del paese? Il primo bacio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Per concludere sono oramai sei anni che faccio su e giù col treno da Pescara, e ogni volta che tornando ammiro le "mie" montagne ho sempre la stessa faccia stupita, ammirata e contenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7654451050773098688?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7654451050773098688/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7654451050773098688' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7654451050773098688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7654451050773098688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/11/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-6500056609570692774</id><published>2007-11-02T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:43:40.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_momento...di RadioStaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;32 anni fa moriva un sognatore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128149181911820050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/RyrYgscQZxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I74urRG7xjo/s400/P_p_pasolini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Il 2 novembre 1975 a Lido di Ostia (Roma) veniva barbaramente ucciso un poeta, un filosofo, un regista, un "rompiscatole" che criticava il marcio della &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;società&lt;/span&gt; italiana, un sognatore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tra le sue opere più importanti cito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;poesie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- la meglio gioventù;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- le ceneri di Gramsci;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- la religione del mio tempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e molte altre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;narrativa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ragazzi di vita;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Petrolio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e molto altro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;filmografia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Accattone (1961);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Uccellacci e uccellini (1965);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Il &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Decameron&lt;/span&gt; (1971);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Salò e le centoventi giornate di Sodoma (1975)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e molto altro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"la verità non sta in un solo sogno ma in molti sogni"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(P.P. Pasolini, il Fiore delle mille e una notte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-6500056609570692774?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6500056609570692774/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=6500056609570692774' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6500056609570692774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6500056609570692774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/11/lo-stakamomentodi-radiostaka.html' title='Lo Staka_momento...di RadioStaka'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/RyrYgscQZxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I74urRG7xjo/s72-c/P_p_pasolini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-6067999928081144024</id><published>2007-10-29T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:31:10.167Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tratto da "Lanterna Magica" del Prof. Ugo Rosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L'altro giorno ricevo una telefonata:"Buongiorno, rappresento una società di sondaggi: lei è stato selezionato come esemplare tipico di "uomo qualunque" vuole rispondere al questionario che le sottoporremo?""Diamine! -faccio io– ma con chi crede di parlare? Io non sono per niente un tipico uomo qualunque. Sono un uomo non convenzionale che pensa in modo non convenzionale!"Un attimo di silenzio, come se la signorina, dall'altra parte, stesse scartabellando, poi la risposta: "Complimenti! Questa in realtà era la prima domanda del questionario e la sua risulta essere la tipica risposta del tipico uomo qualunque... possiamo procedere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E' così brutto o difficile considerarsi o essere un "uomo qualunque"?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;StakaBoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-6067999928081144024?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6067999928081144024/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=6067999928081144024' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6067999928081144024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/6067999928081144024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/tratto-da-lanterna-magica-del-prof.html' title=''/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4535704733104025</id><published>2007-10-23T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:43:41.234Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/Rx2wLhppPvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3Pdq8Rriuws/s1600-h/automoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124445663075581682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/Rx2wLhppPvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3Pdq8Rriuws/s400/automoto.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FERRARI+DUCATI campioni del mondo 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sogno italiano, orgoglio ROSSO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4535704733104025?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4535704733104025/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4535704733104025' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4535704733104025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4535704733104025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/ferrariducati-campioni-del-mondo-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/Rx2wLhppPvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3Pdq8Rriuws/s72-c/automoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-969818093217541496</id><published>2007-10-20T11:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:59:16.605Z</updated><title type='text'>BOB DYLAN - Blowing in the wind (1971)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/A4nPJ-YYHBc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/A4nPJ-YYHBc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dedicata a tutti coloro che amano volare sulle ali della pace...grazie immenso Bob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-969818093217541496?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/969818093217541496/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=969818093217541496' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/969818093217541496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/969818093217541496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/bob-dylan-blowing-in-wind-1971.html' title='BOB DYLAN - Blowing in the wind (1971)'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-5330527614644345277</id><published>2007-10-18T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:59:53.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cari lettori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oggi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vogli&lt;/span&gt; dedicare questo post ad un argomento che mi sta particolarmente a cuore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA PACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oggi leggevo su internet che il presidente russo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Putin&lt;/span&gt;, in un'intervista rilasciata presso un'emittente televisiva russa, dichiarava che uno dei progetti fondamentali del suo programma (fino al 2015) è il potenziamento militare, lui sostiene per difesa del territorio russo, e un forte investimento sul nucleare, sempre per opere di milizia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non contento ha poi dichiarato "la Russia non è l'Iraq", "difenderà i suoi interessi dentro e fuori i confini e non consentirà di accedere al controllo delle sue risorse". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Grazie a Dio, la Russia non è l'Iraq, e ha forza sufficiente e mezzi per difendersi".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per fortuna una cosa buona sembra averla detta e cito "Le nostre divergenze con gli Stati Uniti sull'Iraq consistono nel fatto che noi riteniamo indispensabile stabilire una data precisa per il ritiro delle truppe, istituire una specie di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt; per lasciare i dirigenti iracheni in grado di rafforzarsi e stabilizzare la situazione. Gli americani non vogliono stabilire date. Ma lasciare lì per sempre un regime di occupazione da parte di truppe straniere è inammissibile per noi".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beh su quest'ultima cosa credo credo che segua una linea tenuta da tutti gli altri stati Europei (spero!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora la domanda che mi pongo è la seguente: è giusto potenziare in modo massiccio le proprie milizie per motivi di difesa del territorio?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Spero che gli investimenti sul nucleare si limitino solo ed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;esclusimamente&lt;/span&gt; per uso civile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt; altrimenti comincio ad avere sinceramente paura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ringrazio il sito de "la Repubblica".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dite la vostra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-5330527614644345277?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5330527614644345277/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=5330527614644345277' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5330527614644345277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/5330527614644345277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3668421384471315229</id><published>2007-10-15T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:21:28.457Z</updated><title type='text'>QUALCUNO ERA COMUNISTA</title><content type='html'>di Staka_Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Testo di Giorgio Gaber)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché era nato in Emilia.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché il nonno, lo zio, il papà, ... La mamma no.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché vedeva la Russia come una promessa, la Cina come una poesia, il comunismo come il paradiso terrestre.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché si sentiva solo.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva avuto un'educazione troppo cattolica.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché il cinema lo esigeva, il teatro lo esigeva, la pittura lo esigeva, la letteratura anche: lo esigevano tutti.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché glielo avevano detto.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché non gli avevano detto tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché prima (prima, prima...) era fascista.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva capito che la Russia andava piano, ma lontano... (!) Qualcuno era comunista perché Berlinguer era una brava persona.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché Andreotti non era una brava persona...&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché era ricco, ma amava il popolo...&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché beveva il vino e si commuoveva alle feste popolari.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché era così ateo che aveva bisogno di un altro Dio.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché era così affascinato dagli operai che voleva essere uno di loro. Qualcuno era comunista perché non ne poteva più di fare l'operaio.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché voleva l'aumento di stipendio.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché la rivoluzione?... oggi, no. Domani, forse. Ma dopodomani, sicuramente!&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché... "la borghesia il proletariato la lotta di classe, cazzo!"... Qualcuno era comunista per fare rabbia a suo padre.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché guardava solo RAI3.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista per moda, qualcuno per principio, qualcuno per frustrazione.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché voleva statalizzare TUTTO!&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché non conosceva gli impiegati statali, parastatali e affini... Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva scambiato il materialismo dialettico per il Vangelo Secondo Lenin.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché era convinto di avere dietro di sè la classe operaia.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché era più comunista degli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché c'era il Grande Partito Comunista.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista malgrado ci fosse il Grande Partito Comunista.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché non c'era niente di meglio.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché abbiamo avuto il peggiore partito socialista d'Europa!&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché lo Stato, peggio che da noi, solo l'Uganda...&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché non ne poteva più di quarant'anni di governi democristiani incapaci e mafiosi.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché Piazza Fontana, Brescia, la stazione di Bologna, l'Italicus, Ustica, eccetera, eccetera, eccetera!...&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché chi era contro, era comunista!&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché non sopportava più quella cosa sporca che ci ostiniamo a chiamare democrazia!&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno, qualcuno credeva di essere comunista, e forse era qualcos'altro.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché sognava una libertà diversa da quella americana.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché credeva di poter essere vivo e felice solo se lo erano anche gli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva bisogno di una spinta verso qualcosa di nuovo, perché sentiva la necessità di una morale diversa. Perché forse era solo una forza, un volo, un sogno. Era solo uno slancio, un desiderio di cambiare le cose, di cambiare la vita.&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno era comunista perché con accanto questo slancio ognuno era come più di se stesso: era come due persone in una. Da una parte la personale fatica quotidiana, e dall'altra il senso di appartenenza a una razza che voleva spiccare il volo, per cambiare veramente la vita. No, niente rimpianti. Forse anche allora molti avevano aperto le ali senza essere capaci di volare, come dei gabbiani ipotetici. E ora?Anche ora ci si sente in due: da una parte l'uomo inserito, che attraversa ossequiosamente lo squallore della propria sopravvivenza quotidiana, e dall'altra il gabbiano, senza più neanche l'intenzione del volo. Perché ormai il sogno si è rattrappito.Due miserie in un corpo solo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3668421384471315229?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3668421384471315229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3668421384471315229' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3668421384471315229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3668421384471315229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/qualcuno-era-comunista.html' title='QUALCUNO ERA COMUNISTA'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-8486227495022317433</id><published>2007-10-09T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:43:41.633Z</updated><title type='text'>HASTA SIEMPRE COMPANERO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/RwtQFffjI8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QyCQENahEJY/s1600-h/che%20guevara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119273456720094146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/RwtQFffjI8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QyCQENahEJY/s400/che%2520guevara2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di Staka_Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Radiostaka ricorda, a 40 anni dalla sua morte in Bolivia, Ernesto Guevara "Garibaldi del XX secolo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ricordatevi che è la Rivoluzione a essere importante e che ciascuno di noi, preso isolatamente, non vale nulla."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Il proletariato non ha sesso: è l'insieme di tutti gli uomini e donne che, in tutti i luoghi di lavoro del Paese, lottano conseguentemente per uno scopo comune."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernesto Guevara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avevo un fratello&lt;br /&gt;Julio Cortázar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avevo un fratello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non ci vedevamo mai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma non aveva importanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avevo un fratello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che stava in montagna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentre io dormivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'ho amato a modo mio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ho preso la sua voce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;libero come l'acqua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ho camminato a tratti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vicino alla sua ombra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non ci siamo visti mai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma non aveva importanza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il mio fratello ben sveglio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentre io dormivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un fratello che mi indicava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dietro la notte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la sua stella eletta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-8486227495022317433?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8ILKBeu1JY/RwtQFffjI8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QyCQENahEJY/s72-c/che%2520guevara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-46700611636386106</id><published>2007-10-08T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:01:15.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis Don't Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fo0pgQDs-qE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fo0pgQDs-qE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;una versione inedita con solo Noel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dedicata a chi vuole ancora amare qualcuno, o qualcosa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-46700611636386106?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/46700611636386106/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=46700611636386106' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/46700611636386106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/46700611636386106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/oasis-don-go-away.html' title='Oasis Don&amp;#39;t Go Away'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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-6803964694934102310.post-4017969783646781593</id><published>2007-10-03T15:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:24:23.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis -  LIVE FOREVER - LIVE@Wembley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rSEWR45zN3s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rSEWR45zN3s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;un omaggio all'immortale...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4017969783646781593?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4017969783646781593/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4017969783646781593' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4017969783646781593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4017969783646781593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/10/oasis-live-forever-livewembley.html' title='Oasis -  LIVE FOREVER - LIVE@Wembley'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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-6803964694934102310.post-6884156243374667749</id><published>2007-10-02T13:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:42:37.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis and The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Jo3EgJJ9A3U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Jo3EgJJ9A3U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;che chicca!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-6884156243374667749?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-7110992619601926608</id><published>2007-09-19T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:40:59.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;di Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvate lo Staka_Antonio!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cari lettori oggi non vi voglio annoiare con prediche o riflessioni varie, ma vi chiedo un grosso favore, a tutti voi che anche per scherzo ci visitate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il più talentuoso di noi staka vuole lasciarci, mancanza di tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mancanza di stimoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Non lo so, questo solo lui ce lo può dire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;E' da tempo che lo staka_Antonio, (per gli amici lo Staka_Antò) non ci regala le sue perle, mai banali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dateci una mano, lasciate qualche commento per aiutarmi a convincerlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Talenti come lui non si possono perdere, chiamatemi egoista, ma RadioStaka non sarebbe la stessa senza la sua vena culturale principale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scrivi porco zio Staka_Antò!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-7110992619601926608?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7110992619601926608/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=7110992619601926608' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7110992619601926608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/7110992619601926608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/09/lo-stakamomento_19.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-3042745443165970664</id><published>2007-09-18T14:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:57:40.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jCzdwfOp23E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jCzdwfOp23E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Una chicca per voi profàni...&lt;br /&gt;Lo Staka_Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-3042745443165970664?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3042745443165970664/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=3042745443165970664' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3042745443165970664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/3042745443165970664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/09/oasis-heroes.html' title='Oasis - Heroes'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4890886920916916731</id><published>2007-09-05T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:46:27.467Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di Staka_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;La ricerca della Felicità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cari lettori, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oggi voglio affrontare un tema che sinceramente mi ha sempre fatto riflettere, e mi ha portato a farmi molte domande, ma sinceramente non ho mai trovato sufficienti risposte.&lt;br /&gt;Quand’è che un individuo può definirsi felice?&lt;br /&gt;Questo possiamo definirlo forse come il miglior (e più difficile) quesito trovatomi d’innanzi, nelle profonde analisi a cui mi sottopongo, nei momenti di solitudine e di riflessione.&lt;br /&gt;Ora non voglio mettere in questo pezzo citazioni famose, perché già vedo qualche fantomatico mister X pronto a criticare, ma permettetemi almeno di farvi presente cosa mi ha risposto un mio amico (grande Pasqualò!) quando ci siamo trovati a parlare di questo argomento:&lt;br /&gt;beh, la sua risposta mi ha sorpreso molto, anche se effettivamente sembrerebbe molto banale, ma al tempo stesso assai profonda: ‘la felicità è bella proprio perché si cerca sempre vanamente di raggiungerla, se la si raggiunge però, poi non si è più felici, e allora meglio cercarla sempre…”&lt;br /&gt;Ecco, secondo voi quand’è che un individuo si può definire “felice”?&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente per me la felicità è paragonabile alla serenità, cosa intendo? Beh, io sono sereno quando non ho troppi pensieri per la testa, quando faccio qualcosa che mi piace fare, quando sto insieme a persone che mi fanno stare tranquillo, ecco appunto la tranquillità, forse la felicità per il sottoscritto è paragonabile alla tranquillità, forse è un’utopia, ma io non mi sono mai stancato di sognare…e sinceramente il mondo dei miei sogni è sempre stato più bello di quello reale (che cosa ovvia!).&lt;br /&gt;Scatenatevi! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ditemi la vostra…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4890886920916916731?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4890886920916916731/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4890886920916916731' title='17 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4890886920916916731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4890886920916916731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/09/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803964694934102310.post-4921104931705638397</id><published>2007-07-29T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:06:14.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo Staka_Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il silenzio degli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Staka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_Innocenti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cari lettori, siamo tornati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anche se qualcuno magari si aspettava una nostra debacle dopo nemmeno un anno di brillante vita, noi, sempre pronti a sorprendere, torniamo dopo un periodo veramente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e torniamo ancor più carichi, polemici, copioni, intellettualmente copioni, ma sempre e più brillanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ora, giustamente, meritate una spiegazione al nostro lungo silenzio, beh, molti componenti del nostro team erano chini a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stakanovare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sui libri, il sottoscritto era chino a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cazzeggiare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sul suo comodo divano intento a riflettere e a pianificare nuovi temi per voi, si lo ammetto, sono stato poco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;staka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ma anche &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stakanov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; qualche volta si fermava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oggi voglio proporvi un tema che mi è venuto dopo aver riletto un numero dell'immortale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, (che vi consiglio di leggere, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spesso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sclavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e co. ci regalano perle degne delle migliori biblioteche).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;L'argomento se vogliamo è anche una sorta di analisi critica dei nostri ultimi lavori, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forse abbiamo perso un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; il nostro filo, e vi garantisco che questa auto analisi ha contribuito fortemente al mio silenzio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Un vero e proprio titolo non ce l'ho, ma il tema sono sicuro vi stuzzicherà &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in fondo, ma molto in fondo, credo nel vostro intelletto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vi è mai capitato di fare un sogno ricorrente, anzi un incubo, che vi porti davanti ad una sorta di tribunale, ad una giuria che potrebbe essere composta da chiunque, anche da voi stessi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Avete mai avuto la perenne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sensazione&lt;/span&gt; di non aver fatto la cosa giusta, anche se era quella da fare, ed ora vi sentite male solo al pensiero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vi è mai capitato di chiudere gli occhi e di sentirvi ossessionati dal giudizio di qualcuno (o anche da voi stessi) per qualcosa che andava fatto, ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Insomma cosa ne pensate delle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cosiddette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; azioni di polso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dei bivi rischiosi che la vita ci pone d'innanzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sinceramente io la vedo in modo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pratico, nel senso che a volte le scelte sono dure da fare, e c'è sempre chi ne rimane deluso, ma qualcuno la croce la se la deve caricare sopra le spalle...e spesso poi su quella viene anche inchiodato...mah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Comunque penso che il tutto faccia parte di un processo di crescita, e di esperienze che ci aiuteranno per il proseguo della vita...anche se spesso quando si imbocca un bivio pericoloso si può sempre tornare indietro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Per tornare al giudizio, credo che i migliori giudici di noi stessi siamo proprio noi stessi (scusate il gioco di parole) quindi se si è a posto con noi stessi (mi ripeto di nuovo), gli altri per forza di cose si devono adeguare, quanto meno se si è fatto qualcosa di veramente costruttivo, altrimenti è giusto essere criticati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beh sono stato forse poco chiaro, ma spero vi arrivi lo stuzzico che vi ho proposto, pensateci un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; su questo tema, e fateci sapere cosa ne pensate, e se volete fatemi cambiare modo di pensare...sempre se ci riuscite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803964694934102310-4921104931705638397?l=radiostaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4921104931705638397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803964694934102310&amp;postID=4921104931705638397' title='17 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4921104931705638397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803964694934102310/posts/default/4921104931705638397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiostaka.blogspot.com/2007/07/lo-stakamomento.html' title='Lo Staka_Momento...'/><author><name>radiostaka@gmail.com</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>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
