<?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-1008387168219534697</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:04:55.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kötterl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E.B.K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02524546197577555388</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008387168219534697.post-2434455730537653841</id><published>2010-03-24T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:26:19.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il tempio del pensiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fermati nel tempio del pensiero&lt;br /&gt;è lì che la tua mente si disseta&lt;br /&gt;ed il tuo corpo si tramuta in mente.&lt;br /&gt;Ma se nel tempio degli asceti troverai&lt;br /&gt;la ricchezza che il tuo animo cercava&lt;br /&gt;allora afferrala veloce, senza indugiare,&lt;br /&gt;perché il tempo è senza colori ne stagioni,&lt;br /&gt;il tempo è senza tempo &lt;br /&gt;e solo l’uomo lo poteva inventare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enrico B. Kotter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008387168219534697-2434455730537653841?l=kotterl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/feeds/2434455730537653841/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008387168219534697&amp;postID=2434455730537653841' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default/2434455730537653841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default/2434455730537653841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/2010/03/il-tempio-del-pensiero.html' title='Il tempio del pensiero'/><author><name>E.B.K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02524546197577555388</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008387168219534697.post-129865195010041533</id><published>2010-03-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:00:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fratelli d’amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fratelli d’amore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel lento fluire dei giorni nostri&lt;br /&gt;quando i rumori finiscono restano solo suoni.&lt;br /&gt;Inebriati in dolci mistici inganni&lt;br /&gt;ci perdiamo nel buio ci sentiamo più buoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ora siamo sfiniti nella luce.&lt;br /&gt;In un deserto affollato ci arrampichiamo.&lt;br /&gt;Come ombre senza volto, senza voce,&lt;br /&gt;ci allontaniamo e andiamo…andiamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intere generazioni di amici sperduti&lt;br /&gt;affogate in fiumi di denaro mai spesi.&lt;br /&gt;Adorati snobbati truffati svenduti,&lt;br /&gt;restiamo in attesa… appesi, sospesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel dolce orizzonte…lontano… lontano&lt;br /&gt;un astro, un pianeta si erge, si espande.&lt;br /&gt;Stupito, un bambino lo guarda e alza la mano:&lt;br /&gt;“È grande” sorride …e poi ride …poi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelle città, lungo i vicoli, per le strade,&lt;br /&gt;l’aurora teneramente si espande.&lt;br /&gt;Una nuova alba ci invade,&lt;br /&gt;ci comprende in nuovi spazi più chiari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora emerge l’antica rivelazione.&lt;br /&gt;Semplice formula indelebile&lt;br /&gt;compresa in un’unica immagine.&lt;br /&gt;Saputa dimenticata incredibile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trascritta da sempre nell’ombra dei muri&lt;br /&gt;da mani tremanti di fede e speranza.&lt;br /&gt;Dal tempo dei tempi dai secoli bui&lt;br /&gt;si cela nel vento che avanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci aspettano nuovi giorni d’amore.&lt;br /&gt;Basta uscire fuori per capire&lt;br /&gt;che intorno tutto tace.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo fratelli che vivono in pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E. B. Kötterl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008387168219534697-129865195010041533?l=kotterl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/feeds/129865195010041533/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008387168219534697&amp;postID=129865195010041533' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default/129865195010041533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default/129865195010041533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/2010/03/fratelli-damore.html' title='Fratelli d’amore'/><author><name>E.B.K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02524546197577555388</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008387168219534697.post-3191882201508408915</id><published>2007-06-13T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:07:02.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L’ANIMA IN VISIONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Disse il cinema alla televisione:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Io sono il re dell’anima e tu dell’evasione io vivo nelle opere, tu fai l’informazione, mi nutro di metafore, tu fai da prestanome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;”“Sono come un zingara.” Disse la televisione:“Che getta al mondo un’ancora, mentre tu fai il leone.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Lo so che sono un maschio, mentre tu sei una femmina,per questo corri il rischiodi venderti anche l’anima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;”“Certo ... e sono anche bella, per chi mi vuol comprare. E vo’ come una stella, varcando i monti e il mare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Purtroppo devo ammettere,(disse arrossendo il cinema) che tu domini l’etere ed io ho una vita effimera.” “Ma senza le mie storie, tu non saresti niente! Perciò mi devi ammettere che sono io la mente.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Ma si facciamo pace! (disse la piccolina) Ti lascerò il tuo ruolo... ma io sarò regina.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Post Scriptum)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Così fu che il cinema e la televisione,divennero una coppia: per la programmazione. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enrico B. Kötterl&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/1008387168219534697-3191882201508408915?l=kotterl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/feeds/3191882201508408915/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008387168219534697&amp;postID=3191882201508408915' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default/3191882201508408915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008387168219534697/posts/default/3191882201508408915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotterl.blogspot.com/2007/06/lanima-in-visione.html' title='L’ANIMA IN VISIONE'/><author><name>E.B.K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02524546197577555388</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
