tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52715382353008625492024-03-14T14:06:45.650+01:00Il mondo della VenereUn tocco di Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511641716586077404noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271538235300862549.post-1551227318430224512012-12-29T16:20:00.001+01:002012-12-29T16:21:57.782+01:00Santo Natale 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"> La Nativitá di Botticelli... Dedicata al Natale 2012</span>Un tocco di Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511641716586077404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271538235300862549.post-61832519189466859802010-05-16T14:34:00.001+02:002010-05-16T14:49:42.997+02:00La mia primavera!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><strong>Primavera di Botticelli 1477 - 1488</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SgHJZFmHZC_Zs1dEN4czclawaTW874vRNlnA6sJrkzTTXFR7MGyrvqs-8YV6Dem3_HK_OEalZo9iWz6y11DpElDDBG3aShb1UwN3En49ETJXxU_TmOaMl3Onx6QVZssbyXihN6lbukY/s1600/Primavera+di+Botticelli+1477-1488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SgHJZFmHZC_Zs1dEN4czclawaTW874vRNlnA6sJrkzTTXFR7MGyrvqs-8YV6Dem3_HK_OEalZo9iWz6y11DpElDDBG3aShb1UwN3En49ETJXxU_TmOaMl3Onx6QVZssbyXihN6lbukY/s640/Primavera+di+Botticelli+1477-1488.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><strong>Stagione della Primavera. Ermes - (le Grazie; gruppo di tre) Venere e Amore - Ora della Primavera (vestita di fiori) - Zephyros (che rapisce Flora) tutto a destra.</strong></span>Un tocco di Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511641716586077404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271538235300862549.post-11451367200726838932010-03-30T09:26:00.000+02:002010-03-30T09:26:50.733+02:00La Pasqua della Dea!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://server.blinkyou.com/popularimages" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Buona Pasqua" border="0" src="http://server.blinkyou.com/popularimages/image_bank/easter3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">Buona Pasqua a tutti !!!</span></div>Un tocco di Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511641716586077404noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271538235300862549.post-89387444476484661162010-03-15T08:48:00.003+01:002010-03-15T20:35:12.706+01:00Da... Poesie in vetrina: seconda classificata ai semi finali...Paola !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_K5peI0OJ8aL65v4Tx1QnE1JGw4Z4wo5YPnkCr3qN9SuOsAn-lxq4mEyBbR8wLL6nFxD5Lqq3HaV-LKhUvXs4TrIEtgvQCoelJlg6PB4nq-V9cWwI949Ov7oGYuffZBtfwu0Wpw3o8GE/s1600-h/Aphrodite-large-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_K5peI0OJ8aL65v4Tx1QnE1JGw4Z4wo5YPnkCr3qN9SuOsAn-lxq4mEyBbR8wLL6nFxD5Lqq3HaV-LKhUvXs4TrIEtgvQCoelJlg6PB4nq-V9cWwI949Ov7oGYuffZBtfwu0Wpw3o8GE/s400/Aphrodite-large-1.JPG" vt="true" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000;"><strong>ULTIMA DEA</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Giunge alfine, ultima Dea</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">ed è di azzurro vestita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Madre consolatrice</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">di chi, deluso, amareggiato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">è prigioniero di un baratro infinito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Parla, e la sua voce è canto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">è melodia per chi null'altro aspetta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Carezza menti sconvolte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">mostrando orizzonti sereni</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">E' l'ultima svolta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">prima di ogni abbandono</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A lei si volge il cuore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">che tutto ha perduto nella vita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">E' l'aurora dei sogni tramontati</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">il balsamo di ferite ripetute</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">la luce dopo il buio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">il sollievo dopo il dolore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">è risveglio, ristoro, conforto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">E' la Speranza che mai deve morire.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"> Poesia di <a href="http://mondodipaola.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">"Mondo di Paola"</span></strong></a> seconda classificata ai semi finali <a href="http://blogpericoncorsidipoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/poesie-in-vetrina-paola-mondo-di-paola.html"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>"Concorso Ermes"</strong></span></a></span></div>Un tocco di Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511641716586077404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271538235300862549.post-24346356894392064742010-03-11T09:26:00.004+01:002010-03-11T09:33:52.611+01:00Giorno della Donna, una ricorrenza in memoria...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7GPeQHz7hPsPGqZ5ZSlYTzIKRnA67JbWkdznqNc4E1THUnDu8z-qwPxhwreJwHsw8M0JwQQKahVijPSaod75JNiQhHBwyGIqjoPn5z7rR548COOLzIfUBF02qDXJOBBwgT4PNU9ux5Sg/s1600-h/Donna+e+mimose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7GPeQHz7hPsPGqZ5ZSlYTzIKRnA67JbWkdznqNc4E1THUnDu8z-qwPxhwreJwHsw8M0JwQQKahVijPSaod75JNiQhHBwyGIqjoPn5z7rR548COOLzIfUBF02qDXJOBBwgT4PNU9ux5Sg/s400/Donna+e+mimose.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">La Festa della donna è una giornata di lotta, specialmente </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">nell'ambito delle associazioni femministe: il simbolo delle vessazioni che la donna ha dovuto subire nel corso dei secoli. Tuttavia nel corso degli anni il vero significato di questa ricorrenza è andato un po' sfumando, lasciando il posto ad una ricorrenza caratterizzata anche - se non soprattutto - da connotati di carattere commerciale.</span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">L'origine della festività è controversa. Una possibilità è che la sua istituzione risalga al 1910 nel corso della II Conferenza dell'Internazionale socialista di Copenaghen. Sarebbe di Rosa Luxemburg la proposta di dedicare questo giorno alle donne.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">Forza Donne! ce l`abbaimo quasi fatta, non disperate, continuate ad essere voi stesse!</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguATYAV1xjiK7cSyqhuKAtPrd7z8fn8eWCuVSWp3Z0gon2ig0F3nbnG8Gp4ydE6k4eZnZ8gxxiPU2w6YGFg17YW9kFfKrCwG1cNGzvQ97KgA7eS4_97vD0Oiu0COWB7qPBJvPgZU9XpcXj/s1600-h/Auguri+a+tutte+le+Donne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguATYAV1xjiK7cSyqhuKAtPrd7z8fn8eWCuVSWp3Z0gon2ig0F3nbnG8Gp4ydE6k4eZnZ8gxxiPU2w6YGFg17YW9kFfKrCwG1cNGzvQ97KgA7eS4_97vD0Oiu0COWB7qPBJvPgZU9XpcXj/s400/Auguri+a+tutte+le+Donne.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Un tocco di Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511641716586077404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271538235300862549.post-78062344961864749612009-01-29T14:03:00.007+01:002009-11-17T20:10:09.862+01:00Io e la Venere ( Afrodite )<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdi-3tLY_9AH-N6wOB3F_0RVu89V6fBsDhDNO14Rw4KUow3aouuhfjUJ2cGpbpobssdLfK-eVBoyd3vXoDkSrxjPyeYTKI1OI2-uWfW33N-FbjXJuH7ZIu0xx0K8DZTv3rvv5yb5xoaDU/s1600/aphrodite+e+la+mela+d%C2%B4oro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdi-3tLY_9AH-N6wOB3F_0RVu89V6fBsDhDNO14Rw4KUow3aouuhfjUJ2cGpbpobssdLfK-eVBoyd3vXoDkSrxjPyeYTKI1OI2-uWfW33N-FbjXJuH7ZIu0xx0K8DZTv3rvv5yb5xoaDU/s400/aphrodite+e+la+mela+d%C2%B4oro.jpg" yr="true" /></span></a><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Afrodite, in molti dei miti che la riguardano, viene caratterizzata come vanitosa, stizzosa e permalosa. Anche se è una delle poche divinità del Pantheon greco ad essere sposata, è spesso infedele con il marito. <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Efesto"><span style="color: #e06666;">Efesto</span></a>, naturalmente, è una delle più placide tra le divinità elleniche; Afrodite sembra preferire <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ares"><span style="color: #e06666;">Ares</span></a>, il volatile dio della guerra. <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerra_di_Troia"><span style="color: #e06666;">Nell'Iliade </span></a>va in battaglia per salvare suo figlio <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enea"><span style="color: #e06666;">Enea</span></a>, ma abbandona Ares (in effetti lo lascia cadere mentre vola in aria) quando lei stessa viene colpita. Ed è lei ad essere la causa originale della <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerra_di_Troia"><span style="color: #e06666;">Guerra di Troia</span></a>: non solo dà il via alla situazione offrendo <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elena_(mitologia)"><span style="color: #e06666;">Elena</span></a> a <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paride"><span style="color: #e06666;">Paride</span></a>, ma il rapimento venne compiuto quando Paride, vedendo Elena per la prima volta, venne infiammato dal desiderio di averla—che rientra nel dominio di Afrodite. Il suo dominio può riguardare l'amore, ma non riguarda l'amore romantico, piuttosto tende verso la<span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lussuria"><span style="color: #e06666;">lussuria</span></a>, l'irrazionale voglia umana.</span><br />
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