tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58172164441170368402024-02-19T03:53:39.026+01:00Molecola's WorldMolecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.comBlogger266125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-39084719053415032942018-09-14T22:05:00.001+02:002018-09-15T06:59:30.588+02:00Strani complimenti<i>Sei la persona più magra</i><br />
<i>dall'aspetto sano che conosca.</i>Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-28977511505306453002016-04-27T08:35:00.000+02:002016-04-27T08:35:59.009+02:00People are strange<i>People are strange (the doors)</i><br />
... or make strange<br />
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C'è chi fa lo "strano", che cura ogni particolare di sé, dall'abbigliamento, la capigliatura, le letture, la musica, le frequentazioni...costruendosi uno stile originale, con stile.<br />
E poi ci sono quelli che non devono sforzarsi molto per apparire fuori dal comune. Lo sono. Adoro la gente strana sul serio, mi perdo a gustare i particolari. Mi eletrizza non sapere con cosa mi sorprenderanno la prossima volta.Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-55434727577995840782016-04-24T10:12:00.001+02:002016-04-26T20:03:37.159+02:00Il mio cartone preferito!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Che razza curiosa.</i><br />
<i>Davvero curiosa.</i><br />
<i>Direi proprio di no.</i><br />
<i>Vediamo un po' chi arriva qui?</i><br />
<i>Be', un po' troppo basse.</i><br />
<i>No.</i><br />
<i>Perbacco... Acciderba!</i><br />
<i>Questa sì che è una razza di classe.</i><br />
<i>Forse un po' troppo di classe.</i><br />
<i>Già, decisamente troppo.</i><br />
<i>Troppo vecchie. Troppo giovani.</i><br />
<i>Era un problema. Un vero problema.</i><br />
<i>Ehi, adesso sì che si ragiona!</i><br />
<i>La più bella creatura a quattro zampe.</i><br />
<i>Oh, se solo la ragazza...</i><br />
<i>Però! Anche lei è molto carina.</i><br />
<i>Era troppo bello per essere vero.</i><br />
<i>Non avrei trovato una coppia così</i><br />
<i>neanche se avessi cercato cent'anni.</i><br />
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La dolcezza dei disegni, e ... i cani! Questo è in assoluto il mio cartone preferito, e la parte che amo di più proprio questa.<br />
<br />Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-48955785803140682822016-01-31T20:54:00.000+01:002016-01-31T20:54:12.286+01:00Pessima mossa, Maestro Petrosi - Paolo Fiorelli<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "ubuntu" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Certo che ne è valsa la pena!! Molto avvincente, mi ha completamente assorbito!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "ubuntu" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><i>"Sembra che lo yogurt faccia il suo dovere", azzardò Achille, cercando di dar forma a un complimento.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "ubuntu" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><i>"Grazie. Anche il gelato", rispose lei, indicando con il cucchiaino un punto imprecisato del ventre petrosiano.</i></span><br />
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@@@@Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-20289471787905124182016-01-14T22:19:00.003+01:002016-01-14T22:19:50.973+01:00Dramma del giorno<i>Non siamo noi, ma gli altri a determinare la nostra esistenza.</i>Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-68674516959244026472015-11-16T21:57:00.002+01:002015-11-16T21:57:50.361+01:00L'ora della verità<i>Come fa? si chiese.</i><br />
<i>Rifletté su quanto spesso bisognava chiederselo, quando si trattava di uomini.</i><br />
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<i>L'ora del tè - Alexander McCall Smith</i>Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-60223521627159413362015-10-03T00:00:00.002+02:002015-10-03T00:02:53.901+02:00Non ha ancora 3 anni e mi mette in buca come ridere...<i>Mamma ho fame.</i><br />
<i>Ti posso dare un po' di latte.</i><br />
<i>Ma il latte non è fame, è sete.</i><br />
<i>Ok, però ti riempie la pancia lo stesso.</i><br />
<i>Si, ma io la voglio riempire di cose da masticare.</i>Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-2516527251272836102015-06-26T22:38:00.001+02:002015-10-03T00:11:52.293+02:00Evocazione<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quando ho visto il nuovo disegno di Olivia, ho avuto come un déjà vu...</div>
Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-88078890537436548932015-06-24T07:12:00.000+02:002015-06-26T22:42:00.972+02:00Dramma del giorno<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">And, ah, my love remind me,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">what was it that I did?</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Did I drink too much?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Am I losing touch?</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Did I build a ship to wreck?</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: right;">Florence + The machine</span><br />
Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-31037087885269153002015-06-23T07:28:00.000+02:002015-06-23T11:31:06.613+02:00Acchiappasguardo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Un dettaglio che dal fondo attira continuamente l'attenzione. Sarà un colore, una forma o qualcosa d'insolitamente curioso...Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-44560387838163923512015-01-01T13:30:00.002+01:002015-01-01T13:30:38.297+01:00L'Amore Bugiardo - Gillian Flynn<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><i>La mia era una battuta di pessimo gusto; il mio cervello eruttava di continuo simili pensieri sconvenienti nei momenti meno opportuni. Gas mentale che non sapevo come tenere a freno.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px; font-family: Times; font-size: 14px;"><i>Per Nombeko fu molto evidente che Due non era stato affatto svantaggiato quando la quantità totale di buonsenso e di giudizio era stata ripartita tra i due fratelli. Non disse neanche questo.</i></span><br />
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- Non dirmelo.<br />
- Dirti cosa?<br />
- Che ti sei preso una cotta per Beatrice Leep.<br />
- E' così che si chiama? - Dovevano essere passati almeno cent'anni dall'ultima volta che qualcuno aveva chiamato la propria figlia Beatrice. Non c'era da stupirsi se aveva quel caratteraccio.<br />
<i><br /></i>@@Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-44899326086392737692014-09-30T08:17:00.000+02:002014-09-30T09:20:06.228+02:00Dramma del giorno<i>Sempre allegri bisogna stare</i><br />
<i>che il nostro piangere fa male al re</i><br />
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Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-32125922576122886532014-09-30T08:15:00.000+02:002014-10-03T17:52:28.518+02:00Son tutti bravi a morire - Niccolò Zancan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Ho dormito male. Schiantato sul divano come un asteroide.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px;"><i>un solo idioma:</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px;"><i>scappoma!</i></span>Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-55437995325999854002014-08-26T08:58:00.002+02:002014-09-30T09:19:27.978+02:00Io sono di legno - Giulia Carcasi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i>"Scrivere e' una vigliaccata,</i><br />
<i>e' dire le cose alle spalle,</i><br />
<i>e' rispondere quando si ha la risposta pronta</i><br />
<i>e il momento di rispondere e' gia' passato.</i><br />
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<i>"Io non credo alla fortuna e neanche ai segni. Penso che il destino si fa i fatti suoi."</i><br />
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<i>Bo blo blo blo boo</i></div>
Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-47474935603663829362014-05-07T08:17:00.000+02:002014-05-07T10:17:48.352+02:00Dramma del giorno<i>E' nato prima l'uovo</i><br />
<i>.... o la gallina?</i>Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-41387732178411761572014-04-26T16:55:00.004+02:002014-04-26T16:56:08.508+02:00I misteri dell'isola del silenzio - Aude Pinardi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i>Fresco, incalzante e travolgente, complimenti!</i><br />
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<i>La gente che si dà arie d’importanza non è speciale, è solo presuntuosa. I geni sono semplici: non pensano di essere dei geni.</i><br />
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<br />Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-48922150361368488122014-04-12T21:48:00.001+02:002014-04-26T16:42:44.222+02:00Ti prendo e ti porto via - Niccolo' Ammaniti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Va bene non essere scontati, ma voler a tutti i costi essere originali facendo andare tutto a rovescio...<br />
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<br />Molecolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14425990665459207007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817216444117036840.post-16736873463150670882014-04-01T08:47:00.000+02:002014-04-01T09:08:13.110+02:00All my loving<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Close your eyes and I'll kiss you</i></div>
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<i>Tomorrow I'll miss you</i></div>
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<i>Remember I'll always be true</i></div>
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<i>And then while I'm away</i></div>
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<i>I'll write home every day</i></div>
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<i>And I'll send all my loving to you</i></div>
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<i>The Beatles</i></div>
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