<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:07.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo specchio di Alice</title><subtitle type='html'>Alla ricerca del riflesso perduto</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-4503704078347380625</id><published>2007-04-21T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:28.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RipS0U4sZBI/AAAAAAAAABM/sNL2rCoe3mA/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RipS0U4sZBI/AAAAAAAAABM/sNL2rCoe3mA/s400/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055944590589977618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riprendendo il tema acquatico e gli effetti dei suoi riflessi, viene in mente la storia narrata da Ovidio nelle sue metamorfosi circa un giovane chiamato Narciso, profondamente innamorato della propria immagine. Un giorno questo giovane , intento a rimirarsi su uno specchio d'acqua, venne notato da Cupido il quale, per prendersi gioco di lui, lo truccò e scompigliò i capelli in modo buffo. Il giovane, imapurito, si sporse disperatamente per ritrovare la propria immagine e, nell'affanno, cadde nell'acqua e morì. Sulle rive di quel lago nacquero dei bellissimi fiori il cui bocciolo è rivolto verso la superficie dell'acqua, alla ricerca del riflesso perduto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-4503704078347380625?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/4503704078347380625/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=4503704078347380625' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/4503704078347380625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/4503704078347380625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/04/riprendendo-il-tema-acquatico-e-gli.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/RipS0U4sZBI/AAAAAAAAABM/sNL2rCoe3mA/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-6296549245017619229</id><published>2007-04-21T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:28.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RipPZU4sZAI/AAAAAAAAABE/oY59mziS48s/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RipPZU4sZAI/AAAAAAAAABE/oY59mziS48s/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055940828198626306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La prima superficie in grado di riflettere le immagini e di dar vita a curiosi e spettacolari giochi di luci e deformazioni è l'acqua che da sempre, grazie proprio a questa sua caratteristica di saper catturare le immagini nella trasparenza, è in grado di suscitare nell'animo umano i sentimenti più contrastanti, dalla gioia allo sconforto, dalla serenità all'angoscia diventando fonte inesauribile d'ispirazione per poeti e artisti di tutti i tempi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-6296549245017619229?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/6296549245017619229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=6296549245017619229' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/6296549245017619229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/6296549245017619229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-prima-superficie-in-grado-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/RipPZU4sZAI/AAAAAAAAABE/oY59mziS48s/s72-c/IMG_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-8801717490794249253</id><published>2007-03-28T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:29.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RgrfIe5CSlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wCoHaXxEpv4/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RgrfIe5CSlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wCoHaXxEpv4/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047091669246298706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' facile anche incontrare specchi che ammiccano, che magari, a volte, non hanno nemmeno il bisogno di alzare lo sguardo su se stessi in quanto amici da tempo, o, più probabilmente, hanno seppellito l'ascia di guerra in favore di un sereno confronto col proprio riflesso. A questo risultato si giunge o per una predisposizione innata o in seguito ad un particolare cammino riflessivo, in senso superficiale e non.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-8801717490794249253?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/8801717490794249253/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=8801717490794249253' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/8801717490794249253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/8801717490794249253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-facile-anche-incontrare-specchi-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/RgrfIe5CSlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wCoHaXxEpv4/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-8115661880470655712</id><published>2007-03-22T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:29.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RgLqfraFmYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/13zorspQ-WY/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RgLqfraFmYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/13zorspQ-WY/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044852362557364610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esiste anche una fase primitiva in cui non si ha ancora la concezione della propria immagine in quanto troppo impegnati a studiare quella altrui. Questa capacità di relazionare coscientemente noi stessi con ciò che ci circonda è considerato, nella società moderna, sintomo di intelligenza e maturità. E' inoltre considerato poco compatibile con una sana gestione del successo e del potere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-8115661880470655712?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/8115661880470655712/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=8115661880470655712' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/8115661880470655712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/8115661880470655712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/03/esiste-anche-una-fase-primitiva-in-cui.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/RgLqfraFmYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/13zorspQ-WY/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-3812302729665941225</id><published>2007-03-18T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:29.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/Rfx4BFsEcYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oGdcbPe4qEE/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/Rfx4BFsEcYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oGdcbPe4qEE/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043037642850333058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo specchio, si sa, è fatto per essere visto da una certa distanza. Solo così riesce a darci una visione globale di noi stessi. Spesso, però, è il particolare che fa la differenza e,anche questo si sa, il particolare richiede un ravvicinamento; questo fa di esso una cosa percepibile solo dagli altri e estremamente suggestivo se reso, in qualche modo, percepibile dal soggetto stesso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-3812302729665941225?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/3812302729665941225/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=3812302729665941225' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/3812302729665941225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/3812302729665941225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/03/lo-specchio-si-sa-fatto-per-essere.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/Rfx4BFsEcYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oGdcbPe4qEE/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-7739925215980715243</id><published>2007-03-18T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:29.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/Rfx0XlsEcXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pAbLgolKdxY/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/Rfx0XlsEcXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pAbLgolKdxY/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043033631350878578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dice per definizione che il riflesso sia propriamente speculare, esibisca quindi una copia di se stesso ma in una posizione opposta. Questa peculiarità del riflesso fa sì che spesso, in certe posizioni, esso non venga nemmeno notato...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-7739925215980715243?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/7739925215980715243/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=7739925215980715243' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/7739925215980715243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/7739925215980715243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/03/si-dice-per-definizione-che-il-riflesso.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/Rfx0XlsEcXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pAbLgolKdxY/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-7434401318824481592</id><published>2007-03-13T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:29.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RfcD3lsEcWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aO_wg5vrfMc/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RfcD3lsEcWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aO_wg5vrfMc/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041502561409200482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte,poi, ci sono dei riflessi così vicini da non riuscire nemmeno a notarli, ignari del fatto che questi riflessi fanno parte della nostra quotidianità, anzi, esistono per aiutare questa nostra quotidianità a sembrare meno prevedibile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-7434401318824481592?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/7434401318824481592/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=7434401318824481592' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/7434401318824481592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/7434401318824481592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/03/voltepoi-ci-sono-dei-riflessi-cos_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/RfcD3lsEcWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aO_wg5vrfMc/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014849746397984920.post-7084321158603349863</id><published>2007-03-11T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:04:29.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lo specchio parte da...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RfR82lsEcVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r6G3ZGqJkQk/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF-Copf6T-I/RfR82lsEcVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r6G3ZGqJkQk/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040791160206160210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'affannosa ricerca del riflesso di una nostra immagine che sentiamo ci possa soddisfare parte da un posto che per assurdo non conosce il riflesso. Terra di pianura e d'orizzonte, priva di rilievi e ostacoli, vive d'albe e tramonti a perdita d'occhio e ancora non conosce oggetti portatori d'ombre.&lt;br /&gt;Inizia qui il nostro cammino per trovare il riflesso desiderato.&lt;br /&gt;Invito quei pochi disgraziati che visiteranno questo blog ad aiutarmi con musiche,frasi, immagini e quant'altro a descrivere ciò che vorrebbero vedersi riflettere nel proprio specchio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014849746397984920-7084321158603349863?l=lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/feeds/7084321158603349863/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4014849746397984920&amp;postID=7084321158603349863' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/7084321158603349863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014849746397984920/posts/default/7084321158603349863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lospecchiodialice.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='lo specchio parte da...'/><author><name>Lo specchio di Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236307828330106900</uri><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/_tF-Copf6T-I/RfR82lsEcVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r6G3ZGqJkQk/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
