<?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-18675208</id><updated>2012-02-02T11:57:46.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>favolenaviganti</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-8000086506054750051</id><published>2011-11-08T12:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:18:35.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FILASTROCCA DELLA MANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBDDbwvrLlU/TrkU7lFeSWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QnT0SdtLvZk/s1600/mano%2Bgialla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672588219449756002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBDDbwvrLlU/TrkU7lFeSWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QnT0SdtLvZk/s200/mano%2Bgialla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se saluti la mattina&lt;br /&gt;apri bene la manina, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnrQLTEwhDc/TrkVkAFnFzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/z-N4B7iwCGA/s1600/mano%2Brossa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinque dita troverai&lt;br /&gt;hanno un nome tu lo sai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;POLLICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; il più grosso&lt;br /&gt;non succhiarlo fino all'osso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;INDICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; il più dritto&lt;br /&gt;se lo tagli sei più fritto.&lt;br /&gt;Il &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MEDIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; è un pò più lungo &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxa1TbTaEmg/TrkVYaa0-fI/AAAAAAAAAmk/coR0W2zsbOU/s1600/mano%2Brossa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è cresciuto come un fungo.&lt;br /&gt;L'&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ANULARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; è proprio bello &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdxA8ArP3t4/TruyOYPFuZI/AAAAAAAAAns/5_u5bEHpFOA/s1600/mano%2Brossa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673324115696925074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdxA8ArP3t4/TruyOYPFuZI/AAAAAAAAAns/5_u5bEHpFOA/s200/mano%2Brossa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci mettiamo un bell'anello.&lt;br /&gt;Poi c'è il piccolino che si chiama &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;MIGNOLINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti insieme fanno ciao e persino MARAMAO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sofia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(4 anni)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20manina.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-8000086506054750051?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/8000086506054750051/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=8000086506054750051' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8000086506054750051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8000086506054750051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2011/11/filastrocca-della-mano.html' title='FILASTROCCA DELLA MANO'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/-uBDDbwvrLlU/TrkU7lFeSWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QnT0SdtLvZk/s72-c/mano%2Bgialla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-1244762315211230894</id><published>2011-11-04T12:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:32:44.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lu lette mè</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytB5Xmzn63Y/TrPNDdHYhXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qhjOmR2-kdg/s1600/il%2Bletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 373px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671101815028483442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytB5Xmzn63Y/TrPNDdHYhXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qhjOmR2-kdg/s320/il%2Bletto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYsx0rZEmWw/TrPMUQNmPDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/3JbRRbteIvA/s1600/il%2Bletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quande me vè lu sonne&lt;br /&gt;me sdraje sopre a lu lette,&lt;br /&gt;la mamme m’aggiuste la cuperte&lt;br /&gt;e je mette la mane sott a lu cuscine.&lt;br /&gt;m’aripose,dope n’uccune m’addorme&lt;br /&gt;e cummenze a sonnà:&lt;br /&gt;carrozze,cavalle bianche,&lt;br /&gt;rose e tulipane,&lt;br /&gt;principe e principesse.&lt;br /&gt;Ma finisce subbite&lt;br /&gt;nen sacce pecchè,&lt;br /&gt;m ija arrizzà&lt;br /&gt;quande vulesse continuà&lt;br /&gt;stijenghe assonate e mezz’addurmite,&lt;br /&gt;ma ja ji a la scole!!!&lt;br /&gt;Arrive juste n’tempe&lt;br /&gt;M’assette a lu banche e cummenze a fatija.&lt;br /&gt;La campanelle de la ricreazione ha sunate,&lt;br /&gt;ma mentre magne ,&lt;br /&gt;me manghe lu lette n’cantate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Silvia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(10 anni)&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/18675208-1244762315211230894?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/1244762315211230894/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=1244762315211230894' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1244762315211230894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1244762315211230894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2011/11/lu-lette-me.html' title='Lu lette mè'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/-ytB5Xmzn63Y/TrPNDdHYhXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qhjOmR2-kdg/s72-c/il%2Bletto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-9066539925300201851</id><published>2011-10-13T12:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:41:36.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina che magia</title><content type='html'>C’era una volta una streghetta buona di nome Sabrina che non era esperta in magia perciò pensava che se sapeva la magia poteva anche aiutarsi nei compiti.&lt;br /&gt;Lei era molto brava in matematica, però per sfortuna il fratello no e doveva sempre aiutarlo lei.&lt;br /&gt;Il fratello era molto invidioso di lei e aveva deciso di chiedere alla madre e al padre di averli anche lui . Ma non gli davano mai ascolto perché già sapevano come li avrebbe utilizzati, cioè prendendosi quello che voleva. Poi un giorno: ma che magia Sabrina!!!! Neanche io sapevo come avevo fatto ma guardando il mio fratellino triste, ho guardato nel mio cuore e sono riuscita a dare potenza al mio fratellino e ad essere più brava in magia, così potevo anche insegnare al mio fratello carissimo come fare. Dopo un po’ di lezioni diventammo i maghetti più bravi del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;anni 9&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XHkTw1XzjI/Tpa-dmOXl_I/AAAAAAAAAio/hpjSJwXiSco/s1600/streghetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662922997151274994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XHkTw1XzjI/Tpa-dmOXl_I/AAAAAAAAAio/hpjSJwXiSco/s200/streghetta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18675208-9066539925300201851?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/9066539925300201851/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=9066539925300201851' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/9066539925300201851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/9066539925300201851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2011/10/sabrina-che-magia.html' title='Sabrina che magia'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/-2XHkTw1XzjI/Tpa-dmOXl_I/AAAAAAAAAio/hpjSJwXiSco/s72-c/streghetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-695158755680397103</id><published>2011-05-09T14:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:16:55.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il principe e la contadina</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604699100098594066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8Cx186IoDw/TcfkIvZUBRI/AAAAAAAAAic/1whcz7cGR5Q/s200/disegni%2Bil%2Bprincipe%2Be%2Bla%2Bcontadina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto tempo fa, in un castello viveva un principe tutto solo che voleva cercar moglie. Non gli piaceva nessuna finchè un giorno davanti ad un pozzo vide una contadinella, ma era così bella che il principe la volle sposare. Stava per aprir bocca che un drago portò via la bella contadinella e volò via. Subito dopo apparve una fatina di nome &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Magica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e disse: "Sono una fatina, ho visto quel drago che rapiva la contadina e voglio darti una cosa. Tieni, questa è la spada del bene, conficcala nell'occhio del drago così morirà." Il giovane principe partì sul suo cavallo. Dopo molte settimane arrivò davanti ad una foresta e lì apparve il drago dicendo: "Se vuoi la principessa dovrai uccidermi." Il principe conficcò la spada nell'occhio del drago e lui morì. Il giovane prese la contadina, la portò al castello, la sposò e vissero felici e contenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Martina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18675208-695158755680397103?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/695158755680397103/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=695158755680397103' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/695158755680397103'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4687051905371827930</id><published>2010-06-03T23:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:17:30.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mio mostro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/TAglVUXoSLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/aFgGnPsP498/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/TAgkrJFygVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TqoUPZZzhlg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478669270289383762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/TAgkrJFygVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TqoUPZZzhlg/s200/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (7 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4117980494523526008</id><published>2010-03-16T21:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:22:24.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il folletto del bosco</title><content type='html'>C’era una volta un folletto chiamato Melito che viveva nel bosco all’interno di un albero.&lt;br /&gt;Melito era basso, aveva i capelli verdi di foglie di melo con le mele rosse attaccate. Le sue braccia erano fatte di rami e le mani possedevano due foglie grandi di quercia. Il suo corpo era fatto di rami con all’interno dei cespuglietti e aveva le gambe fatte di cespugli e i piedi di mele verdi.&lt;br /&gt;Melito si nutriva di foglie, si mangiava anche da solo, ma fortunatamente gli ricrescevano; era amico di tutti gli animali del bosco ed era amico anche degli alberi.&lt;br /&gt;Se gli umani tagliavano gli alberi del bosco, Melito si indeboliva, ma non appena rientrava nell’albero si ricaricava. La sua casa gli dava energia e forza. Melito, ancora forte, tornava nel bosco a giocare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/S5_pJjR4c3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/IyGr3o3o7rk/s1600-h/il+folletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449330424439927666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/S5_pJjR4c3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/IyGr3o3o7rk/s200/il+folletto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/S59n-mIJroI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TdvNwHOjL1s/s1600-h/il+folletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Un giorno…&lt;br /&gt;… un giorno Melito uscì fuori dal bosco e decise di andare in città. Melito vide tanta gente che andava alla fiera; spaventato, entrò dentro un capannone e vide degli adulti tagliare alberi , fiori e si indebolì. Allora Melito, sempre più spaventato, uscì dal capannone, uscì dalla fiera e tornò subito nel bosco, dentro la sua tana, si ricaricò e decise di non andare più in città.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorenzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (8 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20folletto%20del%20bosco.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4117980494523526008?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4117980494523526008/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4117980494523526008' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4117980494523526008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4117980494523526008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2010/03/prova.html' title='Il folletto del bosco'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/S5_pJjR4c3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/IyGr3o3o7rk/s72-c/il+folletto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-325200415471518224</id><published>2010-03-05T19:11:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:22:55.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi piace il colore rosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/S5QdTijwFzI/AAAAAAAAAas/BttC6o7ew4E/s1600-h/Immagine+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446010070929250098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/S5QdTijwFzI/AAAAAAAAAas/BttC6o7ew4E/s400/Immagine+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labib&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( 5 anni )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="291" height="286" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd4722eba5c0ff53" 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" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd4722eba5c0ff53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348681%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CD459756E44DDA11A74899F5BDE5D8CF49AA9FB.8013DBF1B66B47693E821B4B47523C34C7A706B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd4722eba5c0ff53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3dQb4YyJiWzjuvwPdrH3bUHa9Ic&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="291" height="286" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd4722eba5c0ff53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348681%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CD459756E44DDA11A74899F5BDE5D8CF49AA9FB.8013DBF1B66B47693E821B4B47523C34C7A706B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd4722eba5c0ff53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3dQb4YyJiWzjuvwPdrH3bUHa9Ic&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-325200415471518224?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/325200415471518224/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=325200415471518224' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/325200415471518224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/325200415471518224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Mi piace il colore rosso'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/S5QdTijwFzI/AAAAAAAAAas/BttC6o7ew4E/s72-c/Immagine+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7426978975233587143</id><published>2009-05-24T17:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:46:05.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando sono nato....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Shlpo4SwjxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nB49hjYKkWo/s1600-h/quando_sono_nato_ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339414984251182866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Shlpo4SwjxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nB49hjYKkWo/s400/quando_sono_nato_ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….allora…questo è il papà, questa è la mamma e questo sono io… perché io…io sono nato dentro la pancia allora le sto dando i calci perché volevo uscire….. quando ritornavo a casa mi tagliava la mamma: dopo apriva la pancia ed io ero nato…. dopo…era finito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (4 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/quando_sono_nato.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7426978975233587143?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7426978975233587143/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7426978975233587143' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7426978975233587143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7426978975233587143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-sono-nato.html' title='Quando sono nato....'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Shlpo4SwjxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nB49hjYKkWo/s72-c/quando_sono_nato_ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4970981647385951746</id><published>2009-05-04T10:03:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:44:25.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'arrivo di Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sf6jIOWKe-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/n5gK8MLJ8bM/s1600-h/l+arrivo+di+Sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331878370538585058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sf6jIOWKe-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/n5gK8MLJ8bM/s320/l+arrivo+di+Sam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sf6ilVlOR-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/wOcCjWy9MdQ/s1600-h/l+arrivo+di+Sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era quasi un mese che stavo aspettando che mi regalassero un cagnolino e a sorpresa è arrivato. Sono partito da Roma per tornare a casa mia a Tricase. Alla fermata di Foggia mamma e papà mi hanno detto che andavano in bagno, invece sono andati all’ uscita del treno per vedere se c’era l’amica della zia che ci doveva dare il cane che da molto tempo gli avevamo chiesto e che aspettavo con ansia; appena ce lo hanno mostrato io e mio fratello volevamo prenderlo in braccio e accarezzarlo, solo che ancora non potevamo tirarlo fuori dal suo “trasportino” solo una volta arrivati a casa avremmo potuto farlo uscire da lì dentro. Abbiamo deciso di chiamarlo SAM.&lt;br /&gt;SAM è un barboncino TOY, sembra una pecorella bianca, ha gli occhi a pallina; appena mi vede inizia a seguirmi ovunque io vada.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio cane si lascia accarezzare solo quando si accuccia da qualche parte altrimenti ti mordicchia o inizia a leccarti. Mi ha fatto molta tenerezza quando è andato sulla sua copertina poi l’ha presa con la sua bocca e si è coperto da solo.&lt;br /&gt;SAM è anche molto vivace; la mattina si sveglia presto, inizia ad abbaiare e a correre di qua e di là, si mette a mordicchiare i lacci delle mie scarpe, viene sempre a mettersi in mezzo alle mie gambe, o va a sdraiarsi sulle mie ciabatte.&lt;br /&gt;Io sono molto contento che SAM sia entrato a far parte della mia famiglia; quando torno a casa e lo trovo ad aspettarmi sono molto felice! Gli voglio già tanto bene!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Leonardo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                          letta dalla sua insegnante  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/arrivo_di_sam.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4970981647385951746?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4970981647385951746/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4970981647385951746' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4970981647385951746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4970981647385951746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/05/larrivo-di-sam.html' title='L&apos;arrivo di Sam'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sf6jIOWKe-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/n5gK8MLJ8bM/s72-c/l+arrivo+di+Sam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-1244149078808450615</id><published>2009-03-11T22:51:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:38:44.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il bianco della clinica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sbg8h6Ffw_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/dbiaqNj-3nk/s1600-h/il_bianco_della_clinica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312062313709159410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sbg8h6Ffw_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/dbiaqNj-3nk/s200/il_bianco_della_clinica2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nella clinica era tutto bianco: le pareti, i soffitti, i letti e lenzuola, le facce dei malati, i capelli del primario e persino i cibi erano in bianco. Un brutto giorno il bianco si ammalò e dovette mettersi anche lui a letto e la clinica diventò tutta grigia. Nessun medico riusciva a curarlo ma un giorno passò di lì un pittore che voleva disegnare il paesaggio. Il primario, sapendo che il pittore se ne intendeva di colori, gli chiese aiuto. Il pittore disse che il bianco si era esaurito e ch&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sbg8OzcnB_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/YSmQbSj1cME/s1600-h/il_bianco_della_clinica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312061985509541874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sbg8OzcnB_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/YSmQbSj1cME/s200/il_bianco_della_clinica1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e doveva prendersi una vacanza al polo nord, perché tutto quel bianco lo avrebbe rimesso presto in sesto. Mentre il bianco era partito il pittore dipinse la parete esterna con un paesaggio collinare, dipinse l’interno di un giallo così luminoso che sembrava avere il sole nella clinica, pitturò i camici dei medici di verde, letti e lenzuola di azzurro. Tinse i capelli del primario di viola e condì con i colori più gustosi i cibi. Quando il bianco tornò e vide tutta la clinica bella colorata non osò entrare per paura di sciuparla e fece un’altra vacanza, ma stavolta al polo sud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(9anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20bianco%20della%20clinica.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-1244149078808450615?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/1244149078808450615/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=1244149078808450615' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1244149078808450615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1244149078808450615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/03/il-bianco-della-clinica.html' title='Il bianco della clinica'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Sbg8h6Ffw_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/dbiaqNj-3nk/s72-c/il_bianco_della_clinica2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7199554828097293401</id><published>2009-03-09T22:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:06:27.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La storia di Ringo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbWLUdOTI3I/AAAAAAAAAVY/cuLesM_QBLI/s1600-h/la+storia+di+ringo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311304519111615346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbWLUdOTI3I/AAAAAAAAAVY/cuLesM_QBLI/s200/la+storia+di+ringo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando stavo nella casa vecchia avevo un cane che si chiamava Ringo. Martina ed io sempre lo portavamo a spasso e poi, quando siamo andati in casa nuova, Ringo lo lasciavamo fuori nella cuccia…però Ringo non voleva i croccantini, voleva l’osso ….però mamma non glielo voleva comprare…poi un giorno siamo andati di sopra e mamma gli ha fatto il bagnetto e poi ha cucinato la pasta con i wustel e lui si è mangiato solo i wustel…poi noi eravamo usciti, io mi ero addormentato, e abbiamo trovato un biglietto che, se non mandavamo via il cane, veniva la “&lt;em&gt;Pulizia Panicipale&lt;/em&gt;”. Poi con mamma l’abbiamo portato da Agata che ha un giardino grande e ha pure delle tartarughe…….io avevo pure due criceti, solo che mi sono morti, ne ho comprati altri e ora ho due tartarughe piccoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alessandro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(5anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20storia%20di%20ringo.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7199554828097293401?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7199554828097293401/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7199554828097293401' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7199554828097293401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7199554828097293401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-storia-di-ringo.html' title='La storia di Ringo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbWLUdOTI3I/AAAAAAAAAVY/cuLesM_QBLI/s72-c/la+storia+di+ringo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6443276657753359831</id><published>2009-03-09T22:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:07:11.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La signora Matilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbWIAqw6tiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-tUIxwVkdZ0/s1600-h/la+signora+matilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311300880614209058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbWIAqw6tiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-tUIxwVkdZ0/s400/la+signora+matilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La signora Matilde è la proprietaria della casa che, sta di fronte a me. E’ una signora molto dolce ed affettuosa. La signora Matilde ha gli occhi verdi, i capelli mossi e marroni. Le sue gambe sono fini e lunghe, i piedi piccoli. Il suo volto è un po’ rugoso per la sua età. Il suo corpo è molto snello e atletico per il nuoto che fa. Ogni giorno esce per curare il suo giardino che contiene tulipani, rose e margherite. Qualche volta viene a casa nostra portandomi un giocattolo nuovo. Infine è molto amica di mia madre. Insieme fanno tanti biscotti quando viene a prendere il tè; alcune volte prendo di nascosto qualche biscotto al cioccolato e con le gocce di cioccolato. La signora Matilde è molto generosa perché aiuta la gente povera dando anche qualche fetta di torta. Alcune volte si arrabbia perché il suo cagnolino Boby le morde le pantofole e il cuscino, ma lo perdona sempre perché non ama litigare. A me piace molto la signora Matilde perché mi aiuta nelle situazioni peggiori insieme alla mia mamma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vittorio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(10 anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20signora%20matilde.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-6443276657753359831?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6443276657753359831/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6443276657753359831' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6443276657753359831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6443276657753359831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-signora-matilde_09.html' title='La signora Matilde'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbWIAqw6tiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-tUIxwVkdZ0/s72-c/la+signora+matilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4228146228108843291</id><published>2009-03-08T12:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:08:37.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L’ape Giacomina e la farfalla Tiziana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVcsN93yiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aztR1vRG1c0/s1600-h/alessia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311253250286537250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVcsN93yiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aztR1vRG1c0/s200/alessia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’era una volta un’ape un po’ strana perché era tutta di strani colori: rosso, verde, viola e blu.&lt;br /&gt;L’ape era molto triste perché voleva essere solamente nera e gialla. Poi di lì un giorno passò una farfalla che le chiese perché era triste. L’ape le raccontò tutto per filo e per segno. La farfalla le disse che se le avesse fatto un favore le avrebbe dato il nero e il giallo. L’ape le chiese:” Ma quale favore?” La farfalla le rispose: “Io, una volta, non ero una farfalla, ma ero una fata.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVeznlOQpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-H8IEojaMbY/s1600-h/alessia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311255576444813970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVeznlOQpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-H8IEojaMbY/s200/alessia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un giorno una strega mi ha fatto diventare una farfalla e adesso sto cercando qualcuno che mi aiuti per farmi diventare una fata. Mi aiuteresti tu?” L’ape rispose: “Ma certo!! Basta che il luogo in cui si trova la strega non è buio perché io ho paura del buio” La farfalla disse: “Certo che è buio il luogo della strega, altrimenti che strega &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVfzKm2D5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/eIo-Asi6wnU/s1600-h/alessia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311256668178616210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVfzKm2D5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/eIo-Asi6wnU/s200/alessia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;è!?” L’ape rispose: “Va bene, ci vengo con l’aiuto delle mie amiche lucciole”&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVd6ZXR5gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mL5uyAWCpqw/s1600-h/alessia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Così l’ape decise di affrontare la strega con la luce fatta dalle lucciole. L’ape, la farfalla e le lucciole si incamminarono nel luogo scuro e l’ape riuscì a sconfiggere la strega e a far diventare la farfalla una bella fata. Quando la farfalla diventò di nuovo fata disse, gettando la bacchetta addosso all’ape: “Magia, oh magia fai diventare quest’ape gialla e nera!” L’ape fu molto contenta e insieme alla fata vissero felici e contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alessia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (8 anni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/ape%20giacomina%20e%20farfalla%20tiziana.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4228146228108843291?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4228146228108843291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4228146228108843291' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4228146228108843291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4228146228108843291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/03/lape-giacomina-e-la-farfalla-tiziana.html' title='L’ape Giacomina e la farfalla Tiziana'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVcsN93yiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aztR1vRG1c0/s72-c/alessia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2672216525209044576</id><published>2009-03-08T11:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:09:18.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La pioggia cristallina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVanf4o0xI/AAAAAAAAATw/Kec-ldn-4j4/s1600-h/angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311250970173821714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVanf4o0xI/AAAAAAAAATw/Kec-ldn-4j4/s320/angela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nell’ospedale qui vicino, tutti i bimbi si affacciano alle finestre per osservare le nuvole che rilasciano goccia per goccia la pioggia cristallina.&lt;br /&gt;Le nuvole, sempre più piene, rilasciano grandi gocce azzurre; i bimbi, guardando queste grandi gocce, gridano ed indicano alle mamme ed ai papà questa meraviglia data dalla natura.&lt;br /&gt;Ad un certo punto sembra che le nuvole ci sorridano.&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco torna il sole e le nuvole se ne vanno a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (9 anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20pioggia%20cristallina.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18675208-2672216525209044576?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2672216525209044576/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2672216525209044576' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2672216525209044576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2672216525209044576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-pioggia-cristallina.html' title='La pioggia cristallina'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SbVanf4o0xI/AAAAAAAAATw/Kec-ldn-4j4/s72-c/angela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7388581439187830514</id><published>2009-02-16T14:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:10:13.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La tartaruga vanitosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SZlpfNYBGOI/AAAAAAAAATg/zaI19jKNi1U/s1600-h/la+tartaruga+vanitosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303386021092727010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SZlpfNYBGOI/AAAAAAAAATg/zaI19jKNi1U/s320/la+tartaruga+vanitosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’era una volta, in un bosco una tartaruga di nome Stella. Stella era vanitosa: ripeteva sempre agli amici. -Io sono più bella di voi!!!-. Stella aveva il carapace molto bello: aveva tanti gioielli, aveva il letto rosa e marrone proprio adatto a lei, aveva il comodino verde scuro come il suo guscio. Un giorno Stella incontrò una farfalla di nome Lulù. Stella fece subito la conoscenza di Lulù.&lt;br /&gt;Lulù era vanitosa come Stella, divennero subito amiche, passavano delle ore a farsi belle. Ma gli amici del bosco si allontanarono da loro perché erano diventate troppo esigenti e troppo attente alla propria bellezza. A carnevale Lulù e Stella organizzarono una festa in maschera ma nessuno degli amici si presentò alla festa. Stella e Lulù piansero non riuscendo a capire perché i loro amici non si presentarono alla loro festa. Una nuvoletta amica di Stella gli disse: -E’ colpa vostra e della vostra vanità se i vostri amici non si sono presentati alla vostra festa!-.&lt;br /&gt;Da quel giorno Lulù e Stella capirono che non dovevano fare più le vanitose e da allora diventarono buone, e vissero felici e contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ludovica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(8 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la_tartaruga_vanitosa.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7388581439187830514?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7388581439187830514/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7388581439187830514' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7388581439187830514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7388581439187830514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-tartaruga-vanitosa.html' title='La tartaruga vanitosa'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SZlpfNYBGOI/AAAAAAAAATg/zaI19jKNi1U/s72-c/la+tartaruga+vanitosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3809098208878568390</id><published>2008-12-16T12:19:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:11:13.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oggi ho sonno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SUeQAgeOR5I/AAAAAAAAARg/Du4wIAQ7Ssg/s1600-h/oggi+ho+sonno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280347426506295186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SUeQAgeOR5I/AAAAAAAAARg/Du4wIAQ7Ssg/s320/oggi+ho+sonno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allora…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo è Arcobaleno, questo è Arcobaleno con i capelli…. questo si appende... allora cosa è successo: questa bambina sta dormendo e non lo sta vedendo…. e poi niente… (aspetta che gli coloro gli occhi) e poi questa bambina dorme e c’ha gli occhi chiusi e allora… dopo si sveglia, non si sveglia però, rimane sempre così perché ha sempre sonno; allora… dopo, quando stava dormendo, con Arcobaleno, è andata al mare, sempre che dormiva….. e poi niente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giulia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/arcobaleno%20e%20il%20sonno.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3809098208878568390?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3809098208878568390/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3809098208878568390' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3809098208878568390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3809098208878568390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/12/oggi-ho-sonno.html' title='Oggi ho sonno!'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SUeQAgeOR5I/AAAAAAAAARg/Du4wIAQ7Ssg/s72-c/oggi+ho+sonno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7666649914546399455</id><published>2008-12-16T12:13:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:11:56.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La storia del temporale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SUeN68ImNDI/AAAAAAAAARI/9UzCwhgm6-4/s1600-h/la+storia+del+temporale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280345131829310514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SUeN68ImNDI/AAAAAAAAARI/9UzCwhgm6-4/s320/la+storia+del+temporale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;C’era una volta Louise e Gabi giocavano nel prato col pallone ed era una bella giornata. Dopo arrivò il temporale e cominciò a piovare ed entrarono a casa Louise e Gabi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la_storia_del_temporale.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7666649914546399455?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7666649914546399455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7666649914546399455' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7666649914546399455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7666649914546399455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-storia-del-temporale.html' title='La storia del temporale'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SUeN68ImNDI/AAAAAAAAARI/9UzCwhgm6-4/s72-c/la+storia+del+temporale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-5222226899044933895</id><published>2008-11-13T14:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:13:14.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La tigre e la pantera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SRwvUI4cX4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6hw81_EYaPc/s1600-h/la++tigre+e+la+pantera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268137687144750978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SRwvUI4cX4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6hw81_EYaPc/s320/la++tigre+e+la+pantera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C’era una volta una bambina di nome Arianna. Il suo corpo era simile a quello di una tigre coi capelli castani, il naso nero, gli occhi verdi e i baffi sottili. Viveva nella savana. Era molto docile e gentile con tutti. Aveva una amica pantera con i capelli neri, era una cantante, il carattere era uguale alla sua amica tigre.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno lei e la sua amica pantera decisero di andare nella savana a conoscere il re. Ma le guardie le arrestarono; la sua amica pantera disse:”Io mi arrampico lassù a chiedere aiuto, tu resta qui”. La pantera incontrò il re e le disse:”Ti prego libera la mia amica, non abbiamo fatto niente di male,volevamo solo conoscerla”. Allora il re ordinò alle guardie di liberare le prigioniere, così le due amiche tornarono a casa sane e salve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giulia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ( 9anni)&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/18675208-5222226899044933895?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/5222226899044933895/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=5222226899044933895' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5222226899044933895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5222226899044933895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-tigre-e-la-pantera.html' title='La tigre e la pantera'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SRwvUI4cX4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6hw81_EYaPc/s72-c/la++tigre+e+la+pantera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3173222607627224829</id><published>2008-11-13T14:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:18:06.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una mucca e un toro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SRwq33kqt1I/AAAAAAAAANA/cySEhuhELsM/s1600-h/una+mucca+e+un+toro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268132803415553874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SRwq33kqt1I/AAAAAAAAANA/cySEhuhELsM/s320/una+mucca+e+un+toro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Una bambina vide una mucca che si era persa e la adottò. Questa mucca sapeva parlare, ma la bambina non la capiva e la portò nella sua fattoria. La fattoria era molto accogliente e c’erano: anatre, galline, un cane, due gatti, pecore ed anche un toro che sapeva parlare come la mucca e si innamorarono.&lt;br /&gt;Il toro disse: “Come ti chiami?”&lt;br /&gt;La mucca: “Milli e tu?”&lt;br /&gt;Il toro: “Paolo! Senti, mi vuoi sposare?”&lt;br /&gt;La mucca: “Ma certo!”.&lt;br /&gt;Iniziarono i festeggiamenti e se ne andarono in un prato felici e contenti salutando la bambina e gli altri animali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( 8 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;letta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giulia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/una%20mucca%20e%20un%20toro.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3173222607627224829?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3173222607627224829/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3173222607627224829' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3173222607627224829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3173222607627224829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/11/una-mucca-e-un-toro.html' title='Una mucca e un toro'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SRwq33kqt1I/AAAAAAAAANA/cySEhuhELsM/s72-c/una+mucca+e+un+toro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-998444312279268719</id><published>2008-06-09T11:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ospedale Gemelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SEz8fsYLJZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CsXziX55M1c/s1600-h/ricovero+osp+gemelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209816490379519378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="208" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SEz8fsYLJZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CsXziX55M1c/s320/ricovero+osp+gemelli.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allora, dopo, andando all’ospedale, c’avevo la febbre. Poi mamma mi ha portato di corsa all’ospedale, ci siamo ricoverati in una stanza dove le serrande si possono aprire e chiudere con dei semplici bottoni.&lt;br /&gt;Oggi mi sento proprio bene e ho fatto pure un bel disegno.&lt;br /&gt;BACI GEMELLI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…ma, ma che si può sentire anche col computer? (..siii..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Valerio (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 anni&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/ospedale%20gemelli.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-998444312279268719?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/998444312279268719/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=998444312279268719' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/998444312279268719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/998444312279268719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/06/ospedale-gemelli.html' title='Ospedale Gemelli'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SEz8fsYLJZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CsXziX55M1c/s72-c/ricovero+osp+gemelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2311480786066080671</id><published>2008-05-30T12:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Siamo approdati, ma il viaggio potrà continuare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SD_d-TWxkWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PKUwAB6hkrI/s1600-h/disegno+saluti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206123756681007458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SD_d-TWxkWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PKUwAB6hkrI/s320/disegno+saluti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le vostre storie sono state molto significative, almeno per me. Questo era l’ultimo anno in cui io e la mia classe potevamo stare insieme; ma non “buttatevi” giù di morale perché io continuerò a scrivervi storie e commenti. Mi avete tirato su di morale quando ero triste e divertito ancora di più quando ero felice. Quando ero triste andavo sul vostro sito e leggevo le vostre storie avvincenti ed emozionanti. Sarebbe poco dedicarvi una poesia, un bacio, una storia perché voi ci avete dedicato molto di più. Forse sono un po’ ripetitiva ad augurarvi buone vacanze o buona fortuna, ma non trovo altre parole.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie, ci rincontreremo presto navigando insieme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari bambini del Gemelli, oggi abbiamo registrato le nostre favole per farvele ascoltare; ci sentivamo in ansia, soprattutto io e mi chiedevo: “Gli piaceranno le nostre storie?” e continuavo a farmi questa domanda. Spero che quando le ascolterete vi piaceranno, ma vi avverto: io ho letto un po’ velocemente e non so se si capirà molto perché ho l’apparecchio. Povera me!&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno di voi ha l’apparecchio? Beh, se li avete, sarete sicuramente più bravi di me a parlare!&lt;br /&gt;Giusto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari bambine e bambini,&lt;br /&gt;le vostre storie mi sono piaciute molto perché ho gusti difficili. Vorrei, concluso questo anno, continuare a comunicare con voi per mezzo di Internet. Vorrei tanto aiutarvi dicendo: non dovete mollare mai, stringete i denti! Io lo dico quando sono in difficoltà e mi aiuta molto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie per aver navigato con la fantasia insieme a noi. Questo progetto mi è piaciuto tanto perché avevamo la libertà di scrivere storie a nostro piacimento e mandare commenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dall'incontro del 21 maggio 2008 con le classi VA e VC della Scuola Tomassetti&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/21%20maggio%202008%20Tomassetti.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2311480786066080671?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2311480786066080671/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2311480786066080671' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2311480786066080671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2311480786066080671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/05/siamo-approdati-ma-il-viaggio-potr.html' title='Siamo approdati, ma il viaggio potrà continuare...'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SD_d-TWxkWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PKUwAB6hkrI/s72-c/disegno+saluti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3362722629833942151</id><published>2008-05-22T15:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il dottore Arcobaleno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SDV9GjWxkVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FWrxqQWk10/s1600-h/il+dottore+arcobaleno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203202496019927378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/SDV9GjWxkVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FWrxqQWk10/s400/il+dottore+arcobaleno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Clown in reparto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai che oggi sono venuti i pagliacci?&lt;br /&gt;Ha messo un tappo dentro alla mano e mi ha detto “Adesso che cosa ci fai con sto tappo?” e poi ha chiuso la mano e ha detto “Chiudi gli occhi, così poi sogni e soffi nella mia mano e ti viene un cuore!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ti è venuto il cuore?&lt;/em&gt; Si! …&lt;em&gt;e poi basta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stefania &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20dottore%20arcobaleno.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3362722629833942151?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3362722629833942151/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3362722629833942151' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3362722629833942151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3362722629833942151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/05/clown-in-reparto-sai-che-oggi-sono.html' title='Il dottore Arcobaleno'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/SDV9GjWxkVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FWrxqQWk10/s72-c/il+dottore+arcobaleno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7125794841382152475</id><published>2008-05-15T08:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:34:46.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un pesce che non sa nuotare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qual è il colmo per un pesce? Non saper nuotare! Ma non è possibile che un pesce non sappia nuotare! Invece sì, c’è un pesce che si, trova in Amazzonia, il pesce Amazzonico ed è lui che non sa nuotare! Sta tutto il giorno a pendere il sole su uno scoglio. Un giorno si avvicinò un gabbiano e disse al pesce:-Guarda che se stai al sole ti ammalerai e poi morirai perché non stai in acqua!-. -Ufff!!Io non so nuotare!-. Rispose il pesce rattristato. -Non ti preoccupare! Se vuoi ti aiuto io a nuotare!-. Disse il gabbiano. -E come farai?-si chiese il pesce. -Ho un’ amica pesce che è un’esperta a nuotare-Gli rispose il gabbiano. -Ora te la vado a chiamare! Rimani qui!- riprese lui. Dopo un po’ il gabbiano ritornò con la sua amica. -Eccomi qua, mi presento:sono la pesciolina Sabrina!- Disse l’esperta di nuoto. -Come si fa a nuotare?-. Chiese il pesce. La pesciolina rispose:-Il primo passo è entrare in acqua, il secondo è battere forte le pinne e il terzo è andare sott’acqua e con le pinne spingere forte!- -Va bene, ci proverò!-. Rispose il pesce contento. Per tre volte di seguito non ci riuscì e alla quarta iniziò a nuotare. -Vedi che ci sei riuscito?!-. Disse il gabbiano. -Sì, grazie molto! Ora vado dalla mia famiglia a dirgli la bella notizia!-. -Ciao!-Disse la pesciolina. Il pesce Amazzonico nuotò come un guizzo nell’acqua e in un baleno arrivò dalla sua famiglia che lo accolse dolcemente e felicemente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ludovica &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Carlotta&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(scuola Tomassetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20pesce%20che%20non%20sa%20nuotare.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7125794841382152475?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7125794841382152475/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7125794841382152475' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7125794841382152475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7125794841382152475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-pesce-che-non-sa-nuotare.html' title='Un pesce che non sa nuotare'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-3522553776669042050</id><published>2008-04-10T15:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirka e Mora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R_9Bm_7FbNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wlX9Bd2odZU/s1600-h/mirka+e+mora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187937434004188370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R_9Bm_7FbNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wlX9Bd2odZU/s320/mirka+e+mora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’era una volta una bambina di nome Mirka che abitava&lt;br /&gt;in un bosco.&lt;br /&gt;Mirka aveva gli occhi a ciliegia, il nasino come una mora matura, la bocca a banana e i capelli a chioma di salice piangente. Mirka indossava un vestito lungo bianco, ma pieno di frutti e fiori; calzava scarpe color legno con il tacco, indossava calze intrecciate viola.&lt;br /&gt;Mirka aveva dieci anni ed era gemella; sua sorella si chiamava Mora ed era identica a lei in tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Mirka e Mora adoravano tanto pattinare, erano molto vivaci e se qualcuno faceva loro un torto sapevano difendersi bene, non avevano paura di niente.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno Mirka e Mora pattinavano su un laghetto&lt;br /&gt;ghiacciato. Mora cadde e si ruppe un piede. Mirka andò a chiamare subito i loro genitori e l’autoambulanza dell’ospedale del bosco. Subito i dottori ingessarono il piede di Mora.&lt;br /&gt;Ben presto Mora guarì e tornò a pattinare con la sorella Mirka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Mirka%20e%20Mora.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3522553776669042050?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3522553776669042050/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3522553776669042050' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3522553776669042050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3522553776669042050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirka-e-mora.html' title='Mirka e Mora'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R_9Bm_7FbNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wlX9Bd2odZU/s72-c/mirka+e+mora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-8847932101896277581</id><published>2008-03-07T08:48:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La lavagna parlante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R9D6W3lnCvI/AAAAAAAAALw/2DdffrGJSkI/s1600-h/LA+LAVAGNA+PARLANTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174911242634463986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R9D6W3lnCvI/AAAAAAAAALw/2DdffrGJSkI/s320/LA+LAVAGNA+PARLANTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Un giorno gli studenti di una università famosa, stavano facendo una verifica;ad un tratto la lavagna iniziò a scriversi e cancellarsi da sola. Gli studenti all’inizio non se ne accorsero e neanche la prof. Dopo un po’ i ragazzi videro che la lavagna scriveva consigli, o meglio…li stava aiutando sul compito! Terminata l’ora la prof. si mise a correggere. Quando finì di correggere si accorse che avevano preso tutti OTTIMO e disse che era strano. Passarono le vacanze e gli studenti tornando a scuola fecero un’altra verifica. Erano tutti impreparati e si misero a guardare la lavagna per avere segni, ma la prof. se ne accorse e gli disse: “Ma perché guardate la lavagna?” loro non risposero, ma ad un certo punto la lavagna iniziò a parlare:” Mi scusi professoressa guardano me perché io li aiuto anche se non le sembra possibile”. La prof. per poco svenne; cambiò la lavagna e gli studenti vennero tutti bocciati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Matteo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paolo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(scuola Tomassetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/lavagna%20parlante.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-8847932101896277581?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/8847932101896277581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=8847932101896277581' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8847932101896277581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8847932101896277581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-lavagna-parlante.html' title='La lavagna parlante'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R9D6W3lnCvI/AAAAAAAAALw/2DdffrGJSkI/s72-c/LA+LAVAGNA+PARLANTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7723521338791897614</id><published>2008-02-28T14:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>C'era una volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172035687994757698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R8bDDjySEkI/AAAAAAAAALo/vBY4NWcZqXo/s320/c%27era+una+volta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;….però non so niente….dico soltanto una parola perché io non c’ero, stavo dalla nonna...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un giorno mia sorella ha sbattuto sul termosifone&lt;br /&gt;e poi mamma mi ha chiamato a me …&lt;br /&gt;e poi io ho detto “porella, porella!”. Camilla stava con le lacrime….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e poi basta…solo sto pezzetto so…&lt;br /&gt;perché non c’ero!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matteo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/c%20era%20una%20volta....mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7723521338791897614?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7723521338791897614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7723521338791897614' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7723521338791897614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7723521338791897614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/02/cera-una-volta.html' title='C&apos;era una volta'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R8bDDjySEkI/AAAAAAAAALo/vBY4NWcZqXo/s72-c/c%27era+una+volta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2851341413583318788</id><published>2008-02-21T14:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'incubo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R72GDzySEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/Few6dbBpvJA/s1600-h/Incubo+roxana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169435347290034722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R72GDzySEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/Few6dbBpvJA/s320/Incubo+roxana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Una sera mi addormentai e mi ritrovai su una spiaggia con un cielo oscuro. Ero molto curiosa piano piano mi incamminai verso il mare agitato; ad un certo punto sentii un rumore: era un’ onda gigantesca. In quel momento avevo paura e volevo scappare, ma le onde mi bloccarono e quell’ onda mi fece affondare nel mare blu. Mi svegliai molto agitata e capii che era solo un incubo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roxana C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(VA scuola"Tomassetti")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/incubo%20roxana.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2851341413583318788?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2851341413583318788/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2851341413583318788' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2851341413583318788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2851341413583318788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/02/lincubo_21.html' title='L&apos;incubo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R72GDzySEiI/AAAAAAAAALY/Few6dbBpvJA/s72-c/Incubo+roxana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-5501421066277431153</id><published>2008-02-21T14:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:58.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rocksons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169428810349810178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R72AHTySEgI/AAAAAAAAALI/bAqK7zelDr0/s320/rocksons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una famiglia monotona e triste, faceva sempre la stessa vita: stavano sempre dentro casa, vedevano sempre gli stessi programmi in tv, non avevano amici perché erano noiosi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un giorno però sulla loro città cadde un meteorite che li cambiò: diventarono una rock-band di nome ROCKSONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Rocksons erano bravi solo se stavano insieme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un giorno, poiché uno della band aveva stonato una nota con la chitarra, tutti i membri del gruppo credettero che potevano suonare da soli: così la band si sciolse. Ognuno andò a suonare in diverse parti del mondo della musica rock e indovinate… fu un disastro: la band funzionava solo se stavano insieme. Allora decisero di suonare solo per gli amici e di tornare a fare la vita di prima, ma meno monotona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ludovica&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lorenzo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Davide P&lt;/span&gt;., &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Paolo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(VC scuola "Tomassetti")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/roxons.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-5501421066277431153?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/5501421066277431153/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=5501421066277431153' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5501421066277431153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5501421066277431153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-rocksons.html' title='I Rocksons'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R72AHTySEgI/AAAAAAAAALI/bAqK7zelDr0/s72-c/rocksons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3776488358565319368</id><published>2008-02-21T14:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:58.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'incubo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R717gzySEdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZArY4FtJhaY/s1600-h/Incubo+fabiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169423750878335442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R717gzySEdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZArY4FtJhaY/s400/Incubo+fabiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Una volta ho vissuto un incubo…&lt;br /&gt;Stavo in cucina quando ho sentito la pioggia e dei lampi fortissimi. Avevo tanta paura, poi, a un certo punto, non sentii più niente. Mi affacciai alla finestra per vedere se pioveva, ma comparve nel cielo viola un fulmine viola \ giallo; mi terrorizzai ma dopo tanti di quei fulmini mi calmai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabiana D.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(VA scuola "Tomassetti")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/l%20incubo%20fabiana.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3776488358565319368?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3776488358565319368/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3776488358565319368' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3776488358565319368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3776488358565319368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/02/lincubo.html' title='L&apos;incubo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R717gzySEdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZArY4FtJhaY/s72-c/Incubo+fabiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-5368278821470221347</id><published>2008-02-21T12:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:58.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le storie dell'orsetto Bruno: a pesca con papà</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71cHjySEbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Suo1MnkNLcs/s1600-h/a+pesca+con+papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169389232226177458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="311" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71cHjySEbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Suo1MnkNLcs/s400/a+pesca+con+papa.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un bel giorno di primavera l’ orsetto Bruno pensò di andare insieme a suo padre a pesca.&lt;br /&gt;Suo padre accettò ed il giorno dopo si incamminarono verso il fiume “Pesciolini”, così chiamato&lt;br /&gt;perché era ricco di pesciolini. Era una bellissima giornata; il sole splendeva alto nel cielo illuminando campagne e colline. Il vento soffiava piano piano. L’orsetto intanto fantasticava ad occhi aperti sbattendo da tutte le parti. Arrivati alla meta iniziarono a buttare le reti; passarono cinque, dieci minuti, intanto la mamma di Bruno, Carolina, aveva appena finito di cucinare.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tirarono su le reti rimasero sorpresi. Videro tanti bei pesciolini: rossi, arancioni, verdi e addirittura blu. Sembrava un vero arcobaleno. Tornati a casa Carolina li sgridò per il ritardo, ma … quando vide le reti piene di pesciolini multicolori, rimase a bocca aperta almeno per un minuto. Dopo averli baciati come si deve, mangiarono leprotti al sangue. Una vera delizia! La sera invece mangiarono pesciolini fritti, anche quelli niente male.&lt;br /&gt;Avevano mangiato talmente tanto che…noooo, miei piccoli lettori!!! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dovete immaginarlo voi il finale…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veronica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/a%20pesca%20con%20papa.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-5368278821470221347?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/5368278821470221347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=5368278821470221347' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5368278821470221347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5368278821470221347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/02/le-storie-dellorsetto-bruno-pesca-con.html' title='Le storie dell&apos;orsetto Bruno: a pesca con papà'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71cHjySEbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Suo1MnkNLcs/s72-c/a+pesca+con+papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3243187938212060326</id><published>2008-02-21T08:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:58.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Croki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71ZLzySEaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eiGrZBlkI3I/s1600-h/CROKY+ARIANNA[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169386006705738146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71ZLzySEaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eiGrZBlkI3I/s400/CROKY+ARIANNA%5B1%5D.JPG" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Croki era un alligatore piuttosto strano: aveva le zampe gialle, il corpo rosso, la testa celeste, la coda bianca, i denti neri e gli occhi rosa. Lui era emarginato, perchè era ritenuto strano. Era molto sensibile, dolce e gentile; era povero e viveva in una palude, ma era cosi’ gentile che ospitava chiunque venisse a bussare alla sua porta. Un giorno, però, arrivarono a bussare alla sua porta dei malviventi che lo derubarono di tutto. Il giorno dopo arrivarono due orafi che, per ringraziarlo dell’ ospitalità, gli regalarono una collana d’ oro che valeva  1 000 000 000 000 di cucozze (soldi). Lui, felice, se la vendette subito. Diventò egoista e ricco, ma dopo dei giorni tutti lo evitavano e non volevano più andare da lui. Per questa sensazione orribile donò tutti i soldi (tranne quelli per vivere) in beneficenza. Dopo questo atto nobile tutti furono suoi grandi amici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arianna C&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Davide P&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lorenzo M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(VC scuola " Tomassetti")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/crokj.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3243187938212060326?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3243187938212060326/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3243187938212060326' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3243187938212060326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3243187938212060326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/02/croki.html' title='Croki'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71ZLzySEaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eiGrZBlkI3I/s72-c/CROKY+ARIANNA%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6024428947101126459</id><published>2008-01-24T09:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:58.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachet gladiator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71XjjySEZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yCsIfyQItqw/s1600-h/rachet+gladiator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169384215704375698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71XjjySEZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yCsIfyQItqw/s400/rachet+gladiator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In un luogo lontano dello spazio viveva un eroe leggendario chiamato Rachet.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno a Rachet, mentre volava per lo spazio, gli arrivò una chiamata dal suo amico, che gli disse: “ Rachet devi andare all’ arena Gladix dove dovrai affrontare un eroe malvagio e potente chiamato Fulminetor “.&lt;br /&gt;Rachet si imbarcò verso l’arena Gladix .&lt;br /&gt;Incontrò Fulminetor e la battaglia ebbe inizio. Fulminetor stava avendo la meglio ma Rachet all’ultimo sfoderò la sua arma letale, il distruttore, lo scagliò contro Fulminetor e lo disintegrò.&lt;br /&gt;Rachet eliminò per sempre Fulminetor e da quel giorno fu il nuovo eroe dell’ universo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabriele &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(10anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/rachet%20%20gladiator.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-6024428947101126459?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6024428947101126459/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6024428947101126459' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6024428947101126459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6024428947101126459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/01/rachet-gladiator.html' title='Rachet gladiator'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R71XjjySEZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yCsIfyQItqw/s72-c/rachet+gladiator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3566124557569767355</id><published>2008-01-23T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:59.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il pesciolino Sofì</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R5dNpQO-AcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9oiOrY5Rq2U/s1600-h/il+pesciolino+SofÃ¬1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158677269303919042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R5dNpQO-AcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9oiOrY5Rq2U/s320/il+pesciolino+Sof%C3%AC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta un pesciolino di nome Sofì che abitava nel mare. Questo mare era pieno di coralli e di pesci colorati; c’erano tante stelle marine, alghe e conchiglie e c’erano anche tanti pesci molto cattivi. Sofì era tutto colorato e pieno di brillanti; il suo corpo era fatto di squame variopinte, rosse, gialle, verdi, rosa, azzurre e blu. Un giorno Sofì incontrò Gion, un pesce molto cattivo che mangiava di tutto. Gion prese tutti i pesci più piccoli e li portò nella sua grotta per mangiarseli piano piano. Sofì andò nella grotta di Gion e liberò tutti i pesci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/sofi.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3566124557569767355?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3566124557569767355/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3566124557569767355' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3566124557569767355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3566124557569767355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-pesciolino-sof.html' title='Il pesciolino Sofì'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R5dNpQO-AcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9oiOrY5Rq2U/s72-c/il+pesciolino+Sof%C3%AC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2207658550629586099</id><published>2008-01-17T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:59.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il viaggio di Lumataxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156379024986446146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R48jZ0-XmUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y3r3reOLRmE/s400/il+viaggio+di+Lumataxi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;C' era una volta una lumachina , che amava tanto viaggiare. I suoi viaggi erano lunghissimi ma così fantastici che a volte Lumataxi dimenticava di fermarsi. Un giorno , in un suo viaggio, incontrò Lucia una bambina che aveva perso la strada di casa , così Lumataxi la fece salire sul suo carrello per accompagnarla a casa. Il viaggio fu piacevole perché Lucia era una bambina allegra e Lumataxi l' assecondava. Arrivati davanti casa di Lucia , Lumataxi la salutò ma Lucia non voleva separarsi da Lumataxi e le chiese di andare a vivere con lei. Lumataxi accettò e vissero felici e contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20viaggio%20di%20lumataxi.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2207658550629586099?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2207658550629586099/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2207658550629586099' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2207658550629586099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2207658550629586099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-viaggio-di-lumataxi.html' title='Il viaggio di Lumataxi'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R48jZ0-XmUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y3r3reOLRmE/s72-c/il+viaggio+di+Lumataxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4163027587912620797</id><published>2008-01-17T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:59.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy e il folletto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R48PAk-XmTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-4h4dojLGa8/s1600-h/lucia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156356600962193714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R48PAk-XmTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-4h4dojLGa8/s400/lucia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’era una volta una famiglia molto povera che abitava in montagna. Il papà si chiamava Gorge, la mamma Katrin e l’unica figlia che avevano era Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;La montagna era sempre fiorita e verde, praticamente era sempre primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno, il papà andò a tagliare la legna nel bosco ed andò anche Lucy; in quel bosco c’erano tantissimi fiori e Lucy decise di andarli a raccogliere. Pian, piano, camminando vide una casetta di legno; lì abitava un vecchio pazzo che la rapì e la mise in una gabbia.&lt;br /&gt;Lì, in quel bosco abitava anche un piccolo folletto che l’aiutò a liberarla; questo folletto aveva un anello con un diamante che esaudiva tutti i desideri. Lucy espresse un desiderio e chiese di essere la più ricca del paese. L’indomani , al suo risveglio, si ritrovò in un letto grandissimo , pieno di balocchi e di cose che prima erano solo nei suoi sogni e iniziò a chiudere gli occhi e ad aprirli, sbalordita di tutto ciò che stava succedendo.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy si catapultò nel bosco a ringraziare il folletto che le regalò l’anello in modo tale da poter realizzare i sogni di tutte le persone povere.&lt;br /&gt;Giunto il Natale, tutta la famiglia organizzò una bella festa a cui parteciparono tutte le persone povere che ebbero da mangiare e tante cose buone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/lucy%20e%20il%20folletto%20.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4163027587912620797?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4163027587912620797/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4163027587912620797' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4163027587912620797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4163027587912620797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/01/lucy-e-il-folletto.html' title='Lucy e il folletto'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R48PAk-XmTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-4h4dojLGa8/s72-c/lucia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-5156056390317989006</id><published>2008-01-17T08:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:00.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Natale più pazzo del mondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R5dKUAO-AbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qK8xjh57yvw/s1600-h/il+natale+piÃ¹+pazzo+del+mondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158673605696815538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R5dKUAO-AbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qK8xjh57yvw/s320/il+natale+pi%C3%B9+pazzo+del+mondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il mio Natale non è stato uno dei soliti.&lt;br /&gt;Il 24/12 la mia famiglia ed io stavamo cenando quando, dietro i regali, mi è sembrato di scrutare e sentire qualcosa; nelle ore notturne mentre dormivamo mi svegliai di colpo, sentendo piccoli passi. Con gli occhi sgranati vidi la mia bambola Lucia, che ho ricevuto quella stessa sera, che camminava insieme ai miei giocattoli. Lucia mi disse di non parlare di questa cosa; il giorno seguente, dopo una giornata piena di impegni, la sera, Lucia si mise a letto con me e cominciò a parlare: “ La sera, noi giocattoli, ci animiamo grazie alla luce della cometa che viene solo quando i bambini sono tristi e quando sono soli”.&lt;br /&gt;“Ma perché voi siete venuti a trovarmi, io non sono triste!” dissi e Lucia replicò: “Siamo noi questa volta i tristi” ed io: “Perché?” e Lucia ribattè: “Perché abbiamo paura che tu ci lascerai!” ed io: “Non succederà mai”. Mi salutarono dolcemente dicendo: “Ci vedremo il prossimo Natale!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Arianna &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; Greta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (VC scuola"Tomassetti") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20natale%20piu%20pazzo%20del%20mondo.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-5156056390317989006?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/5156056390317989006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=5156056390317989006' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5156056390317989006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/5156056390317989006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-natale-pi-pazzo-del-mondo.html' title='Il Natale più pazzo del mondo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R5dKUAO-AbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qK8xjh57yvw/s72-c/il+natale+pi%C3%B9+pazzo+del+mondo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2321993967218279205</id><published>2007-11-19T08:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:00.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il verme rosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0E_UM6vRyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ilRAKnnkNiw/s1600-h/il+verme+rosso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134454666476603170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0E_UM6vRyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ilRAKnnkNiw/s320/il+verme+rosso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta dentro un buco della terra un piccolo verme rosso che stava sempre solo perché gli altri lo prendevano in giro per il suo colore.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno il verme incontrò un cane che gli disse:”Che cosa hai fatto?”. Lui rispose:”Tutti mi prendono in giro”. Il cane pensò che poteva spaventare i vermi per fargli capire che non si prendono in giro gli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno il cane andò nella tana dei vermi e abbaiò fortissimo. I vermi saltarono fuori impauriti e il verme rosso rise gioioso insieme al cane.&lt;br /&gt;Da allora il verme visse bene per sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edoardo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20verme%20rosso.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2321993967218279205?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2321993967218279205/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2321993967218279205' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2321993967218279205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2321993967218279205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/11/il-verme-rosso_19.html' title='Il verme rosso'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0E_UM6vRyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ilRAKnnkNiw/s72-c/il+verme+rosso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6660225893230781517</id><published>2007-11-18T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:00.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelìka e Aleksandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0B2Ds6vRxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3XF7ZnqT-ZU/s1600-h/angel%C3%ACka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134233381171578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0B2Ds6vRxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3XF7ZnqT-ZU/s320/angel%C3%ACka1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;allora&lt;/em&gt;… C’era un bel prato,…&lt;br /&gt;poi c’era un bel cielo; c’erano due girasoli e…c’ero io.&lt;br /&gt;Poi… poi che c’è?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(cosa succede?)&lt;/em&gt; che viene Aleksandra … la mia sorellina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(e cosa fa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISTRUGGE TUTTO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Angelìka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(4anni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/angelika%20e%20aleksandra.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-6660225893230781517?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6660225893230781517/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6660225893230781517' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6660225893230781517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6660225893230781517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/11/angelka-e-aleksandra.html' title='Angelìka e Aleksandra'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0B2Ds6vRxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3XF7ZnqT-ZU/s72-c/angel%C3%ACka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-1625666908447487366</id><published>2007-11-18T17:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:00.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'incubo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0Brp86vRwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3Z0AP-y84Ow/s1600-h/incubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134221943673669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0Brp86vRwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3Z0AP-y84Ow/s320/incubo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ho sognato il pipistrello:&lt;br /&gt;aveva le ali come coltelli, la testa piccola!&lt;br /&gt;Era nero e peloso!&lt;br /&gt;Il pipistrello batteva le ali ed io avevo tanta paura&lt;br /&gt;e alla fine…..&lt;br /&gt;MI   SONO   SVEGLIATA !!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elisabetta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/incubo.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-1625666908447487366?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/1625666908447487366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=1625666908447487366' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1625666908447487366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1625666908447487366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/11/lincubo.html' title='L&apos;incubo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/R0Brp86vRwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3Z0AP-y84Ow/s72-c/incubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4130837918996107969</id><published>2007-11-15T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:01.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gli extraterrestri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RzxeFs6vRuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pLPLBb5k78s/s1600-h/gli+extraterrestri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133081127345407714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RzxeFs6vRuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pLPLBb5k78s/s320/gli+extraterrestri.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tanto tempo fa in un pianeta sconosciuto vivevano degli extraterrestri. Avevano la pelle verde, quattro gambe e quattro piedi, due braccia e due mani, tre occhi e una testa con due antenne che permettevano loro di teletrasportarsi da una parte all’altra.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno un extraterrestre di nome Jack decise di andare in un altro pianeta.&lt;br /&gt;Di pomeriggio Jack si avvicinò al luogo dove si veniva trasportati e con le sue antenne fu trasportato sul nuovo pianeta.&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno dopo Jack si svegliò e vide un pianeta ricoperto di erbe,alberi molto alti e acqua, era uno spettacolo magnifico. Jack, preso dalla paura, cominciò a camminare. Dopo qualche ora di cammino Jack sentì dei rumori, si girò e non vide nessuno, si guardò intorno e non vide nessuno. Dopo qualche minuto senti di nuovo dei rumori e pensò che qualcuno lo stesse inseguendo; dopo un po’, tra le erbe spuntò un uomo tutto vestito di nero con il mantello. Jack rimase sorpreso quando vide l’uomo perché pensava che, oltre a loro, sul pianeta non vivevano altri esseri viventi. Non sapendo chi era, Jack si avvicinò molto lentamente, ma l’uomo, alzando un dito, colpì il povero Jack che, pian piano, si rialzò. L’uomo domandò a Jack chi era e lui rispose:” Mi chiamo Jack”. L’uomo tentò di schiacciare Jack, ma si bloccò. Ad un certo punto vide cadere dal cielo tanti puntini verdi; erano gli amici di Jack che circondarono l’uomo e lo attaccarono. Dopo un po’l’uomo si arrese e gli amici di Jack abbracciarono il loro amico esultando:”Abbiamo conquistato un altro pianeta!”.&lt;br /&gt;Come capo fu eletto Jack che diventò re di quel pianeta sconosciuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Giorgio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(10 anni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/gli%20extraterrestri.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4130837918996107969?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4130837918996107969/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4130837918996107969' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4130837918996107969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4130837918996107969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/11/gli-extraterrestri.html' title='Gli extraterrestri'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RzxeFs6vRuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pLPLBb5k78s/s72-c/gli+extraterrestri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-287517590677275451</id><published>2007-06-04T13:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:01.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il parco giochi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RmQB77xXRrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qeMsiJwvGd8/s1600-h/il+parco+giochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072181209494668978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RmQB77xXRrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qeMsiJwvGd8/s320/il+parco+giochi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un giorno d’estate con il &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cielo&lt;/span&gt; senza &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nuvole&lt;/span&gt; e il &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sole caldo&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;splendente&lt;/span&gt;, in un &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;parco giochi&lt;/span&gt; con molti&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; fiori&lt;/span&gt;, con l’altalena e con lo scivolo c’erano due bambine, una si chiamava &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt; e l’altra &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt; era la più piccolina, vivace, allegra e inventava sempre giochi nuovi. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; era la più grande, sempre sorridente e simpatica andava sempre d’accordo con tutti e non le piaceva litigare. Oltre a loro c’era anche il&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; sole&lt;/span&gt; che era contento di &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;illuminare&lt;/span&gt; il &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;parco&lt;/span&gt; e far felice la gente; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; si mise a giocare con &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt; e così divennero amiche. Siccome &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt; era un po’ stanca si arrabbiò con &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; perché le aveva fatto uno scherzo! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;, infatti, aveva catturato un piccolo grillo e lo aveva infilato nella maglietta di &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt; che subito si era arrabbiata urlando a più non posso! Allora arrivarono le &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nuvole&lt;/span&gt; per coprire il sole, il sole era molto triste perché non riusciva ad &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;illuminare&lt;/span&gt; il &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;parco&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt; se ne accorsero e fecero subito pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Marika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (10 anni)&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/18675208-287517590677275451?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/287517590677275451/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=287517590677275451' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/287517590677275451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/287517590677275451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/06/il-parco-giochi.html' title='Il parco giochi'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RmQB77xXRrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qeMsiJwvGd8/s72-c/il+parco+giochi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-8580246836344800481</id><published>2007-05-28T15:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:01.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luca che va in palestra e bla, bla, bla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rlrb0qngNfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iGVEWdzykOM/s1600-h/Luca+che+va+in+palestra+e+bla,+bla,+bla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606028398573042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rlrb0qngNfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iGVEWdzykOM/s320/Luca+che+va+in+palestra+e+bla,+bla,+bla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;comincio&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;strong&gt;C’era una volta Luca che era andato a fare ginnastica poi è andato vicino a una fontana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perché non dico…tu sai che posso dire? Posso dire pure che doveva beve un po’ d’acqua tipo qua&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(fontana),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;che doveva bevere un po’ d’acqua dalla fontana e andare al bar a beversi un bicchiere di aranciata con un suo amico Marco.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(il bar dove stava?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vicino a “fuori de porta” su una salita, dopo giri… vicino…a sinistra…ecc…ecc… e bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hai capito dove sta il bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alessandro&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Luca%20che%20va%20in%20palestra%20e%20bla%20bla%20bla.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-8580246836344800481?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/8580246836344800481/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=8580246836344800481' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8580246836344800481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8580246836344800481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/05/luca-va-in-palestra-e-bla-bla-bla.html' title='Luca che va in palestra e bla, bla, bla...'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rlrb0qngNfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iGVEWdzykOM/s72-c/Luca+che+va+in+palestra+e+bla,+bla,+bla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3149859950222365989</id><published>2007-05-21T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:01.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fata Francesca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RlGUQqngNeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PBpJ5RLdikU/s1600-h/Fata+Francesca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066994069807314402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RlGUQqngNeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PBpJ5RLdikU/s320/Fata+Francesca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Fata Francesca era una fatina molto buona, aveva i capelli biondi, lunghi, indossava un vestito rosso con una corona gialla d’oro tutta scintillante. Fata Francesca viveva in una caverna e quando c’era il sole brillava insieme ad altre fate come lei.. Un giorno nella caverna di Fata Francesca arrivò un topolino triste che voleva ritrovare la sua mamma e il suo papà rapiti da un branco di lupi. Fata Francesca lo incoraggiò; il topolino andò dai lupi e liberò la mamma e il papà. Fata Francesca si complimentò con il topino e gli disse:” Sei stato coraggioso!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chiara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-3149859950222365989?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3149859950222365989/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3149859950222365989' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3149859950222365989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3149859950222365989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-fata-francesca.html' title='Fata Francesca'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RlGUQqngNeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PBpJ5RLdikU/s72-c/Fata+Francesca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4206178088209283330</id><published>2007-05-07T13:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:02.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfrenklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rj8SpUsbzjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0RW6Wt-aQwY/s1600-h/Superfrenklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061785007326744114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rj8SpUsbzjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0RW6Wt-aQwY/s320/Superfrenklin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un gruppo di formiche abitavano su un albero molto bello esternamente, ma dentro era scomodo.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno arrivò Superfrenklin inseguito da un milione di formichieri giganti.&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine della lotta i formichieri dichiararono guerra a Superfrenklin, allora si andò a trovare una tana. Le formiche lo ospitarono e lo curarono perché era ferito.&lt;br /&gt;Le formiche dopo averlo curato gli chiesero:-Siamo onorati di averti come ospite, vorresti venire ad esplorare il nostro formicaio?-. Superfrenklin rispose:-Sarei onorato! A proposito.. avrei una guerra contro dei formichieri, vorreste aiutarmi?-. Cinque giorni dopo le formiche e i formichieri erano pronti a sferrare i loro attacchi. I formichieri fecero iniziare la guerra e le formiche si difesero. I formichieri con un colpo di “proboscide” uccisero 100 000 formiche, ma le formiche contrattaccarono, gli lanciarono con una catapulta delle pietre infuocate e ne uccisero 100 000. Alla fine rimase Superfrenklin e il capo dei formichieri. Il formichiere inseguì Superfrenklin che prese una curva e il formichiere cadde in un fosso e morì.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(IVa scuola "Tomassetti")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4206178088209283330?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4206178088209283330/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4206178088209283330' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4206178088209283330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4206178088209283330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/05/superfrenklin.html' title='Superfrenklin'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rj8SpUsbzjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0RW6Wt-aQwY/s72-c/Superfrenklin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-625565363085990433</id><published>2007-04-27T12:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:02.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La bambina e la barca dalla vela rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RjHOr0sbziI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gYbLiudMIro/s1600-h/barca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058051108788489762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RjHOr0sbziI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gYbLiudMIro/s320/barca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’ era una volta una bambina di nome Maria a cui piaceva molto andare al mare e sulla barca. Un giorno Maria disse al padre:"Papà posso andare in barca?" Il papà rispose di no e Maria ci rimase male.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti i pomeriggi la bambina vedeva una barca passare davanti a casa sua. La barca era di legno con la vela rosa, con accanto un palloncino rosso. Un pomeriggio Maria decise che se ci saliva solo per un pò, non sarebbe successo niente perché la barca era ormeggiata. Allora ci salì e per un pò non successe niente, però dopo lei iniziò a saltare sulla barca e l’ormeggio si staccò e la barca finì in mezzo al mare. Maria per un pò non se ne accorse ma dopo, quando non vide più la sua casa, si spaventò e iniziò a piangere disperata. La bambina iniziò a frugare nella barca e trovò due remi, allora iniziò a remare e dopo un pò cominciò a vedere delle case tra cui c’era anche la sua. Maria fu molto felice di tornare a casa sana e salva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (9 anni)&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20bambina%20e%20la%20barca%20dalla%20vela%20rosa.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-625565363085990433?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/625565363085990433/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=625565363085990433' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/625565363085990433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/625565363085990433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-bambina-e-la-barca-dalla-vela-rosa.html' title='La bambina e la barca dalla vela rosa'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RjHOr0sbziI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gYbLiudMIro/s72-c/barca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2023633521107564412</id><published>2007-04-23T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:02.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amicizia: poesie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cari bambini dell’ospedale del Gemelli ,&lt;br /&gt;anche se non vi conosciamo di persona, abbiamo già l’impressione di sentirci vostri amici&lt;br /&gt;leggendo le vostre belle storie. Noi abbiamo pensato molto al tema dell’ amicizia e ci siamo&lt;br /&gt;divertiti a comporre delle poesie che vi dedichiamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli alunni della IV A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Riy4nU4dYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eiIFvXoEFRU/s1600-h/Antonia+Cassano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619467390148626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Riy4nU4dYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eiIFvXoEFRU/s320/Antonia+Cassano.JPG" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amicizia con i colori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L’amicizia è come un arcobaleno&lt;br /&gt;che vola leggero&lt;br /&gt;in un mare di comprensione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Antonia&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’amicizia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L’amicizia è un sentimento unico che rende la vita&lt;br /&gt;degna di essere vissuta.&lt;br /&gt;L’amicizia insegna a vivere la vita&lt;br /&gt;con serenità e gioia.&lt;br /&gt;L’amicizia aiuta a scalare la montagna ,&lt;br /&gt;della tristezza, delle difficoltà, della solitudine.&lt;br /&gt;Senza l’amicizia&lt;br /&gt;una persona si perde&lt;br /&gt;negli ostacoli della vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Valentina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’amicizia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L’amicizia è come un bagliore&lt;br /&gt;si avvicina sempre di più&lt;br /&gt;e lontano muore.&lt;br /&gt;Come un diamante,&lt;br /&gt;grosso e sfavillante.&lt;br /&gt;E’ bello avere un amico,&lt;br /&gt;sia nuovo che antico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Giacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L’amicizia fra me e ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Volere bene come un fratello&lt;br /&gt;non pensare che sia un fardello.&lt;br /&gt;Rispettare, aiutare in mille difficoltà&lt;br /&gt;senza volere nulla in cambio&lt;br /&gt;ma pensare che già lui è un guadagno. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Riy5wE4dYDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mxrC7m-FWo/s1600-h/FABIANA_DONATI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056620717225631794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="162" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Riy5wE4dYDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mxrC7m-FWo/s320/FABIANA_DONATI.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non abbandonarlo mai&lt;br /&gt;soprattutto se è nei guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Alessandro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;L’amicizia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Con il mio amico&lt;br /&gt;io mi diverto, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Riy5T04dYCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lxmu4GFejLQ/s1600-h/FABIANA_DONATI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anche se ha qualche difetto.&lt;br /&gt;Se la giornata è stata pesante&lt;br /&gt;lui la rende tanto brillante.&lt;br /&gt;Inventa sempre giochi geniali&lt;br /&gt;anche se ha volte son troppo reali.&lt;br /&gt;Ci confidiamo i nostri segreti&lt;br /&gt;come raccontarli a due preti,&lt;br /&gt;siamo sempre in compagnia&lt;br /&gt;e trasmettiamo tanta allegria.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio amico è tra tutti il migliore&lt;br /&gt;e senza di lui non vedo il sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Edoardo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;L’amicizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tra amici la sincerità è importante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ma anche il perdono è sempre costante ,&lt;br /&gt;fra due amici c’è molto affetto&lt;br /&gt;ma ci deve essere sempre rispetto.&lt;br /&gt;Tra due amici l’alleanza&lt;br /&gt;è forse la cosa che fa più importanza.&lt;br /&gt;L’amicizia nasce con convinzione&lt;br /&gt;e muore con la divisione.&lt;br /&gt;L’amicizia è un grande dono&lt;br /&gt;e prevede sempre il perdono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2023633521107564412?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2023633521107564412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2023633521107564412' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2023633521107564412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2023633521107564412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/04/lamicizia-poesie.html' title='L&apos;amicizia: poesie'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Riy4nU4dYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eiIFvXoEFRU/s72-c/Antonia+Cassano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-8460819249812984369</id><published>2007-04-23T14:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:02.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mazzo di rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RiypdE4dYAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zKYe6lUReM4/s1600-h/principessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056602798622072834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="293" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RiypdE4dYAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zKYe6lUReM4/s320/principessa.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’era una volta una &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; di nome &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; che non aveva ancora mai trovato un &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;principe &lt;/span&gt;perché: il primo era basso e brutto, il secondo era troppo magro, il terzo era bello ma antipatico, insomma non ne andava bene uno! Un bel giorno un &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principe azzurro&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alto, bello, simpatico, decise di andare al castello, per conoscere la &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Il &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; andò dal re, che era molto gentile, e gli disse: “Io vorrei conoscere la &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; perché dicono che è molto bella”. Il re rispose: “Però se vuoi conoscere la &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;principessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, devi superare una prova; la prova è molto difficile: devi andare nel giardino e devi raccogliere un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mazzo di rose&lt;/span&gt;, toglierci le spine e regalarle alla &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”. Il &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;andò nel giardino, prese i guanti e le forbici e prese dieci rose ci tolse le spine e le portò alla &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Quando il &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;principe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; vide la &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; se ne innamorò; ella era così vestita: aveva una corona gialla, capelli castani, guanti rosa, maglia rosa gonna rossa con tante rose. Anche la &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; si innamorò del &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;principe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e vissero felici e contenti. &lt;a href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20mazzo%20di%20rose.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-8460819249812984369?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/8460819249812984369/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=8460819249812984369' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8460819249812984369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/8460819249812984369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/04/cera-una-volta-una-principessa-di-nome.html' title='Il mazzo di rose'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RiypdE4dYAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zKYe6lUReM4/s72-c/principessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2987330432371967957</id><published>2007-04-17T11:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:02.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La piccola cuoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RiSfCXsOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UF3nzTn-CFc/s1600-h/fragolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054339544884593522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RiSfCXsOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UF3nzTn-CFc/s320/fragolina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nella città di &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandispagna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; viveva la piccola cuoca di nome &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragolina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; che lavorava per il grande cuoco di nome &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Signor Cioccolato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. L’azienda dove lavorava si chiamava &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;G.F.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;., cioè Grande Fabbrica di Dolci. In quei giorni si stava svolgendo la &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;G.G.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;., cioè Grande Gara di Cuochi quindi, tutti i cuochi dovevano prepararsi per questo evento. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fragolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tutta la settimana cercò molti dolci, ma erano tutti comuni. Allora disperata partì per una città chiamata &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fruttilandia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ci volle un giorno per arrivare a destinazione. Arrivata, entrò in un negozio chiamato &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;La Tana dei Dolci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, entrò e trovò una signora di nome &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vaniglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; che diede in regalo a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fragolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; degli ingredienti con le istruzioni per ottenere la famosa Torta a tre piani a base di frutta che nessuno era riuscito più a preparare da cento anni. Prese il tutto e tornò a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pandispagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dove, entrata in casa, si rimbocco le maniche e si mise…al lavoro. Il giorno arrivò e mostrò il suo dolce: prese tutti 10! Poi ci fu la premiazione e lei vinse, così prese il posto del &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Signor Cioccolato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e visse una vita felicemente … golosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benedetta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20piccola%20cuoca.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2987330432371967957?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2987330432371967957/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2987330432371967957' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2987330432371967957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2987330432371967957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-piccola-cuoca.html' title='La piccola cuoca'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RiSfCXsOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UF3nzTn-CFc/s72-c/fragolina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-480921086013835179</id><published>2007-04-02T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:03.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filastrocca della mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEE3ppO-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZE0jWSSk52k/s1600-h/bambina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048822011377154578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="293" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEE3ppO-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZE0jWSSk52k/s400/bambina.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Il pollice viaggia con l'autostop!&lt;br /&gt;L'indice spesso dice di no!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhIrPZpO-jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q0ormW3gcNo/s1600-h/mano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049145675817613874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhIrPZpO-jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q0ormW3gcNo/s200/mano.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi viene il medio pensa chissà,&lt;br /&gt;se l'anulare l'anello ce l'ha!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEFc5pO-iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QOAnTFOeafE/s1600-h/mano.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ultimo mignolo che è piccolino&lt;br /&gt;viaggia per tutto un pò birichino!&lt;br /&gt;...poi tutti insieme suonano il piano,&lt;br /&gt;fanno ciao ciao e si danno la mano! (2 v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (5 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/valentina.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-480921086013835179?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/480921086013835179/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=480921086013835179' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/480921086013835179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/480921086013835179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/04/filastrocca-della-mano.html' title='Filastrocca della mano'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEE3ppO-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZE0jWSSk52k/s72-c/bambina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7225771996780441028</id><published>2007-04-02T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:03.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le mani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEAhJpO-gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A_mgFWjIR2M/s1600-h/le+mani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048817226783586818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEAhJpO-gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A_mgFWjIR2M/s400/le+mani.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dov'è il pollice, dov'è il pollice? eccolo qua! eccolo qua!&lt;br /&gt;Come stai? Bene, molto bene grazie! volo via, scappo via!&lt;br /&gt;Dov'è l'indice, dov'è l'indice? eccolo qua! eccolo qua!&lt;br /&gt;Come stai? Bene, molto bene grazie! volo via, scappo via!&lt;br /&gt;Dov'è il medio, dov'è il medio? eccolo qua! eccolo qua!&lt;br /&gt;Come stai? Bene, molto bene grazie! volo via, scappo via!&lt;br /&gt;Dov'è l'anulare, dov'è l'anulare? eccolo qua! eccolo qua!&lt;br /&gt;Come stai? Bene, molto bene grazie! volo via, scappo via!&lt;br /&gt;Dov'è il mignolo, dov'è il mignolo? eccolo qua! eccolo qua!&lt;br /&gt;Come stai? Bene, molto bene grazie! volo via, scappo via!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Federica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (4 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/federica.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7225771996780441028?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7225771996780441028/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7225771996780441028' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7225771996780441028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7225771996780441028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-mani.html' title='Le mani'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RhEAhJpO-gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A_mgFWjIR2M/s72-c/le+mani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2663311782844941755</id><published>2007-03-29T15:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:03.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La vittoria degli italiani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047346041570916850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RgvGe5pO-fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9qgkj3R91dY/s400/matteo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Durante la seconda guerra mondiale, poco prima dello sbarco in Normandia, in una zona montuosa, i soldati dell’esercito italiano avevano mandato una squadra di ingegneri per far saltare i bunker con le mine. I soldati dovevano attraversare zone recintate dal filo spinato senza farsi notare. Una volta superate le recinzioni iniziarono a piazzare le mine sui bunker. Dopo pochi minuti le mine esplosero distruggendo i bunker. Fu a quel punto che i soldati furono scoperti dagli aerei nemici. I soldati italiani attaccarono i nemici di sorpresa.&lt;br /&gt;La battaglia fu piena di bombe e di esplosioni e soprattutto piena di morti.&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine gli italiani vinsero e il sergente si congratulò con i soldati ingegneri per la missione compiuta con successo. La guerra continuò, ma i nemici senza i bunker, erano molto deboli e alla fine gli italiani vinsero! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matteo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20vittoria%20degli%20italiani.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2663311782844941755?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2663311782844941755/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2663311782844941755' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2663311782844941755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2663311782844941755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-vittoria-degli-italiani.html' title='La vittoria degli italiani'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RgvGe5pO-fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9qgkj3R91dY/s72-c/matteo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7353665514478801468</id><published>2007-03-21T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:03.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La principessa e i fantasmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RgD357svTSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dyWAXJRxdaI/s1600-h/la+principessa+e+i+fantasmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044304157304900898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RgD357svTSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dyWAXJRxdaI/s400/la+principessa+e+i+fantasmi.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molti anni fa, in un castello, viveva una principessa che aveva paura dei fantasmi. Un giorno arrivò da lei una fata che le fece compagnia. La fata aveva un cappello celeste, un vestito turchino, aveva in mano una bacchetta d’oro che poteva esaudire tutti i desideri, si chiamava &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Karìma&lt;/span&gt; e aveva un carattere molto gentile; gli occhi erano di colore marrone e i capelli tirati su con una coda. La fata &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Karìma&lt;/span&gt; raccontò alla principessa che i fantasmi non esistono, così la principessa si tranquillizzò e ritrovò il sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (9 anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20principessa%20e%20il%20fantasma.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7353665514478801468?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7353665514478801468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7353665514478801468' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7353665514478801468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7353665514478801468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-principessa-e-i-fantasmi.html' title='La principessa e i fantasmi'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RgD357svTSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dyWAXJRxdaI/s72-c/la+principessa+e+i+fantasmi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4144487088304388361</id><published>2007-03-15T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:03.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il giardino di rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RflE8OsDJzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Giet71cGdFM/s1600-h/marta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042137059343673138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RflE8OsDJzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Giet71cGdFM/s320/marta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta, tra le rocce di una montagna, uno stregone di nome &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; che era brutto, brutto e nessuno voleva stare insieme a lui. Un giorno allo stregone arrivò una notizia bellissima: la figlia di un re di un paese vicino, la bellissima principessa &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt;, cercava marito.&lt;br /&gt;Il padre della principessa organizzò dei giochi; chi li vinceva diventava lo sposo di sua figlia. Allora &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; decise di prendere parte ai giochi …Ma voi non sapete che &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; possedeva tre oggetti magici: una spada di fuoco che lo rendeva invincibile, una cintura che gli dava la forza di dodici uomini e un mantello che lo rendeva invisibile.&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno dopo iniziarono i giochi e lo stregone si presentò senza il mantello invisibile. Il primo gioco consisteva nel buttare giù la roccia più grande del mondo e i primi tre partecipanti ai giochi non ci riuscirono. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; si fece avanti con la sua cintura magica e ci riuscì. La seconda prova consisteva nel centrare un bersaglio con qualcosa di appuntito e anche questa volta &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; ci riuscì con la spada. Le gare erano terminate e &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; era l’unico vincitore e si presentò dal re per ritirare il premio. Ma il re non volle darlo in sposo a sua figlia perché era molto,molto brutto e infinitamente cattivo. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt;, furbo come era, si mise il mantello che lo rendeva invisibile e rubò la principessa e la portò tra le montagne. La principessa non voleva sposare &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; e, quindi,lui fece costruire un giardino pieno di &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose rosse&lt;/span&gt; per renderla felice. Ma la principessa non volle sposarlo lo stesso. Il papà della principessa, nel frattempo, chiese aiuto al suo amico Paride che era anche l’innamorato segreto di&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Elena&lt;/span&gt; e gli chiese se poteva liberare la sua povera figlia. E voi cosa pensate rispose Paride??? Certamente di sì!&lt;br /&gt;Dopo due giorni Paride si mise in cammino e arrivò tra le montagne per liberare la principessa. Il principe aveva una bottiglietta di sonnifero e la diede a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurino&lt;/span&gt; cadde in un sonno profondo e i due fuggirono lontano,lontano in un nuovo paese dove, all’alba di ogni giorno, si vedeva da lontano quel giardino pieno di &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose rosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (10 anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Il%20giardino%20delle%20rose.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4144487088304388361?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4144487088304388361/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4144487088304388361' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4144487088304388361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4144487088304388361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/il-giardino-di-rose.html' title='Il giardino di rose'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RflE8OsDJzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Giet71cGdFM/s72-c/marta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6702158074931963288</id><published>2007-03-13T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:03.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il delfino forte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RfaBpesDJyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/53VE5bdzC0I/s1600-h/il+delfino+forte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041359382500288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RfaBpesDJyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/53VE5bdzC0I/s320/il+delfino+forte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Un giorno c’era una barca con un delfino che la inseguiva per rubare il cibo in essa contenuto.&lt;br /&gt;Ad un tratto il delfino si tuffò nella barca e rubò le provviste. Il delfino aveva paura degli uomini cattivi che erano sulla barca e volevano ucciderlo. Gli uomini cattivi si arrabbiarono moltissimo perché il delfino aveva rubato il cibo. Il loro capo alzò la voce e disse: "Catturate il delfino e uccidetelo!".&lt;br /&gt;Il delfino, con il cibo che aveva rubato, riuscì a scappare, a tornare a casa e a portare da mangiare alla sua famiglia e tutti furono felici e contenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nicolo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20delfino%20forte.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-6702158074931963288?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6702158074931963288/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6702158074931963288' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6702158074931963288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6702158074931963288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/il-delfino-forte.html' title='Il delfino forte'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RfaBpesDJyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/53VE5bdzC0I/s72-c/il+delfino+forte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6422789097898245392</id><published>2007-03-05T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:04.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulle dita di una mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rewsi9OqBZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/217Qql9gEmk/s1600-h/assunta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038451062183953810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rewsi9OqBZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/217Qql9gEmk/s320/assunta.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sulle dita di una mano&lt;br /&gt;sono in cinque a far baccano&lt;br /&gt;sono tutti primi attori&lt;br /&gt;se uno manca son dolori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahià, ahià, la, la, la&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;il pollice suona il campanello&lt;br /&gt;e l’indice ti da la direzione&lt;br /&gt;il medio che sta in mezzo si fa bello&lt;br /&gt;l’anulare quando il dito ha l’anello&lt;br /&gt;il mignolo piccino sogna i regali del piccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La, la, la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assunta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(6 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/le%20mani.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-6422789097898245392?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6422789097898245392/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6422789097898245392' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6422789097898245392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6422789097898245392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/sulle-dita-di-una-mano.html' title='Sulle dita di una mano'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rewsi9OqBZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/217Qql9gEmk/s72-c/assunta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4110316760342762802</id><published>2007-03-05T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:04.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Floppi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RewmqtOqBWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YzyMNXGSQxU/s1600-h/floppi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038444598258173282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RewmqtOqBWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YzyMNXGSQxU/s320/floppi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;C’era una volta, tanto tempo fa, in un bosco incantato fatto di nuvole, un animaletto strano: rotondo, peloso, piccolo e morbido, si chiamava &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt;. Un giorno &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; andò in un villaggio per vedere cosa c’era oltre al suo bosco. Lì incontrò due amici: un orsetto e una fata. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passarono i giorni e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; vide tutto il villaggio meno che una parte buia e nuvolosa. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; entrò in quella parte e trovò una casa tutta rotta e fuori dalla porta una vecchietta che diceva: "Vieni dentro ad aiutarmi?". &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; rispose : "Sì,vengo subito!". Appena &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; entrò nella casa, la vecchia signora lo rinchiuse e si trasformò in una strega e la casa in una grotta. Il piccolo &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; aveva molta paura perché la strega se lo voleva mangiare. In quel momento arrivarono l’orsetto e la fata che con un colpo di magia liberarono &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt;. La strega scappò via e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Floppi&lt;/span&gt; ritornò nel suo bosco con i suoi amici e vissero felici e contenti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Marika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/floppy.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-4110316760342762802?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4110316760342762802/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4110316760342762802' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4110316760342762802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4110316760342762802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/floppi.html' title='Floppi'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RewmqtOqBWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YzyMNXGSQxU/s72-c/floppi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-4211424479855798982</id><published>2007-03-02T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:04.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheggia e Tippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RegLG9OqBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XCsBKFDHUVc/s1600-h/flaminia_IVC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037288397357057314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RegLG9OqBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XCsBKFDHUVc/s320/flaminia_IVC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scheggia era una macchina che aveva vinto tutti i campionati della “The autoscontrmachine”.&lt;br /&gt;Di notte, un’auto di nome Tippy, cambiò il motore a Scheggia. Il giorno dopo Scheggia disse:&lt;br /&gt;“Ti sfido, chi vince ha il diritto di fare uno scherzo all’altro, ci vediamo in Weascon.sey a mezzogiorno”.&lt;br /&gt;Si incontrarono come stabilito e la sfida iniziò. Iniziò Tippy che era progettata per l’aerodinamicità e aveva sei marmitte di diamante rivestite di platino, Scheggia invece era una macchina pesante, per essere precisi milleottocento libbre di carbonio metallizzato in fibra d’argento.&lt;br /&gt;Tippy fece da rampa a Scheggia la quale volò in aria, ma con il suo peso atterrò subito, con un colpo di freni alzò un polverone e con una sbandata, colpì Tippy che si cappottò.&lt;br /&gt;Scheggia allora cambiò il motore della macchina con quello di una Cinquecento familiare, e la macchina non corse più. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;scritta da &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lorenzo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flaminia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;illustrata da&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flaminia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(IVc Tomassetti)&lt;/span&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/18675208-4211424479855798982?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/4211424479855798982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=4211424479855798982' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4211424479855798982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/4211424479855798982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/scheggia-e-tippy.html' title='Scheggia e Tippy'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RegLG9OqBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XCsBKFDHUVc/s72-c/flaminia_IVC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6778421384700844907</id><published>2007-03-01T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:04.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinocchio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RebrcK9Z58I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ItrFHtAi7Dk/s1600-h/pinocchio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036972102471247810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RebrcK9Z58I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ItrFHtAi7Dk/s320/pinocchio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C’era una volta un bambino di legno…. di nome Pinocchio che.. ci aveva un padre…. c’era un amico che aveva dato il legno a Geppetto… e costruì un bambino di legno di nome Pinocchio;&lt;br /&gt;poi a un certo punto arrivò la fatina che trasformò Pinocchio in bambino vero….. e lui le disse una cosa:&lt;br /&gt;“perché mi hai trasformato in bambino vero?”……“perché io la vita ti donerò”….“e perché la vita mi hai donato?”….“perché Geppetto stasera avrà avuto un bambino &lt;strong&gt;vero&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Martina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (4 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/pinocchio.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18675208-6778421384700844907?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6778421384700844907/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6778421384700844907' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6778421384700844907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6778421384700844907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/03/pinocchhio.html' title='Pinocchio'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RebrcK9Z58I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ItrFHtAi7Dk/s72-c/pinocchio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7051625278954910981</id><published>2007-02-26T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:04.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Tontosauro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLzJK9Z55I/AAAAAAAAACU/DRjXFcJuVGI/s1600-h/IL_TONTOSAURO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035854672239912850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLzJK9Z55I/AAAAAAAAACU/DRjXFcJuVGI/s320/IL_TONTOSAURO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta, circa 700 000 milioni di anni fa un tontosauro di nome Pincopallino.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti i dinosauri lo picchiavano a sangue per il suo nome assurdo e tonto; per questo una volta alla settimana arrivavano gli ambulanzosauri che lo portavano dal Dott.Sauro, (Dottor Sauros) il dottore più occhialuto e nasone del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Il Dottor Sauro era gentile ma sembrava un toposauro con quei dentoni che toccavano terra.&lt;br /&gt;Fu proprio uno di quei giorni che con quei dentoni fece un buco così profondo che toccò il magma e si disintegrò.&lt;br /&gt;Il povero tontosauro un giorno mentre sciava cadde e si ruppe una gamba; dei tirannosauri lo videro con la gamba rotta e gli dissero :-Se non ci dici dove trovare dinosauri da mangiare ti divoreremo-.&lt;br /&gt;Allora il tontosauro gli disse dove trovare i dinosauri che lo prendevano in giro e i tirannosauri li mangiarono.&lt;br /&gt;Da quel giorno il tontosauro non venne più preso in giro e trovò degli amici: i tirannosauri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;scritta da&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Davide P., Paolo, Alessio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annalisa, Davide N., Matteo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;illustrata da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vittorio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(IV c Tomassetti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7051625278954910981?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7051625278954910981/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7051625278954910981' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7051625278954910981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7051625278954910981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/il-tontosauro.html' title='Il Tontosauro'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLzJK9Z55I/AAAAAAAAACU/DRjXFcJuVGI/s72-c/IL_TONTOSAURO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-3462003083778570090</id><published>2007-02-26T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:04.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Titti e Silvestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLvDK9Z53I/AAAAAAAAACA/6Z9C38KFBOc/s1600-h/TITTI_E_SILVESTRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035850171114186610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLvDK9Z53I/AAAAAAAAACA/6Z9C38KFBOc/s320/TITTI_E_SILVESTRO.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silvestro era un gatto che andava d’accordissimo con il suo canarino di nome Titti; il loro tormento erano i vicini di casa: Spidigonzales e Tom, un topo e un gatto che non andavano mai d’accordo…&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno Titti incontrò Tom mentre Silvestro incontrò Spidigonzales.&lt;br /&gt;Titti diventò amico per la coda di Tom, Silvestro diventò amico per la coda di Spidigonzales.&lt;br /&gt;Tom e Titti davano la caccia a Silvestro e Spidigonzales e, Silvestro e Spidigonzales davano la caccia a Tom e Titti.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno Geronimo Stilton invitò a cena Silvestro e Spidigonzales ed anche Tom e Titti…lo stesso giorno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alla cena ci andarono tutti e quattro e diventarono amici per la coda inseparabili da niente e da nessuno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valeria&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(IV c Tomassetti)&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/18675208-3462003083778570090?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/3462003083778570090/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=3462003083778570090' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3462003083778570090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/3462003083778570090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/titti-e-silvestro.html' title='Titti e Silvestro'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLvDK9Z53I/AAAAAAAAACA/6Z9C38KFBOc/s72-c/TITTI_E_SILVESTRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-1715831753310023364</id><published>2007-02-26T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:05.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turboaspira 2000!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLrl69Z51I/AAAAAAAAABo/ifl7o1UjwHQ/s1600-h/turboaspira_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035846370068129618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLrl69Z51I/AAAAAAAAABo/ifl7o1UjwHQ/s320/turboaspira_2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLpxq9Z50I/AAAAAAAAABc/vfgdZGoOtIE/s1600-h/turboaspira_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un venditore di aspirapolveri andò in campagna, in casa di una contadina e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Buongiorno! Le voglio vendere la Turboaspira 2000 che è in grado di aspirare qualunque cosa; torno subito!&lt;br /&gt;Dopo un pò tornò e rovesciò spazzatura per tutta la casa ed esclamò:&lt;br /&gt;- Non si preoccupi quello che rimarrà a terra me lo mangerò!&lt;br /&gt;La contadina allora disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Bene vado a prenderle sale e pepe perchè qui... non abbiamo la corrente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lorenzo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;illustrata da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ludovica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(IVc Tomassetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/turboaspira2000.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-1715831753310023364?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/1715831753310023364/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=1715831753310023364' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1715831753310023364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/1715831753310023364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/turboaspira-2000.html' title='Turboaspira 2000!'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/ReLrl69Z51I/AAAAAAAAABo/ifl7o1UjwHQ/s72-c/turboaspira_2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-6422480690452803338</id><published>2007-02-23T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:05.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per dire grazie ai tuoi amici</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rd6iSoeUJTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yaP-j2caN1o/s1600-h/per++dire+grazie+ai+tuoi+amici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034639874432705842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rd6iSoeUJTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yaP-j2caN1o/s320/per++dire+grazie+ai+tuoi+amici.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per dire grazie ai tuoi amici&lt;br /&gt;dagli un bacione e tutto ciò più colorato diventerà.&lt;br /&gt;Per stare in compagnia e stare in allegria&lt;br /&gt;e se vuoi al tuo amico devi fare un sorriso&lt;br /&gt;un bacio colorato e un fiore di metallo colora l’allegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giovanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (10 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/per%20dire%20grazie%20ai%20tuoi%20amici.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-6422480690452803338?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/6422480690452803338/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=6422480690452803338' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6422480690452803338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/6422480690452803338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/per-dire-grazie-ai-tuoi-amici.html' title='Per dire grazie ai tuoi amici'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/Rd6iSoeUJTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yaP-j2caN1o/s72-c/per++dire+grazie+ai+tuoi+amici.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-2241006997416621654</id><published>2007-02-21T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:05.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mia amica luminosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RdwwooeUJRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wgyG1u2zFxg/s1600-h/la+mia+amica+luminosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033951958110840082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="281" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RdwwooeUJRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wgyG1u2zFxg/s320/la+mia+amica+luminosa.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia amica luminosa si chiama Giulia&lt;br /&gt;ed è molto silenziosa.&lt;br /&gt;Girando se ne va per le vie della città&lt;br /&gt;gridando a squarciagola:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ti voglio bene !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(8 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20mia%20amica%20luminosa.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-2241006997416621654?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/2241006997416621654/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=2241006997416621654' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2241006997416621654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/2241006997416621654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/la-mia-amica-luminosa-si-chiama-giulia.html' title='La mia amica luminosa'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RdwwooeUJRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wgyG1u2zFxg/s72-c/la+mia+amica+luminosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-7329691925823036543</id><published>2007-02-19T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:05.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'origine delle pecore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RdmJW4eUJPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_CJuK70QMvU/s1600-h/l"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033205084772902130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pX1fEDqFPI/RdmJW4eUJPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_CJuK70QMvU/s320/l%27origine+delle+pecore.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’era una volta un uomo che doveva sfamare la sua famiglia, allora decise di andare da un suo amico che aveva delle mucche e andò da lui per farsele prestare e mungerle per ottenere il latte e sfamare la sua famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;L’uomo si recò dal suo amico, prese le mucche, le portò a casa e le munse. Purtroppo però il giorno dopo, le mucche erano sparite e decise di andarlo a dire al suo amico.&lt;br /&gt;Lungo le strade apparse un Dio potente: Marte.&lt;br /&gt;L’uomo vide per terra dei gomitoli di fili e allora chiese a Marte se poteva dargli un animale che producesse quei fili. Marte allora creò la pecora che, appunto, dà la lana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mito inventato da &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riccardo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (10 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Origine%20delle%20pecore.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-7329691925823036543?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/7329691925823036543/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=7329691925823036543' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7329691925823036543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/7329691925823036543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/lorigine-delle-pecore.html' title='L&apos;origine delle pecore'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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/__pX1fEDqFPI/RdmJW4eUJPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_CJuK70QMvU/s72-c/l%27origine+delle+pecore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-117034009673999215</id><published>2007-02-01T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:30:34.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La palla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/204197/Ferdinando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/320/260795/Ferdinando.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tanto tempo fa, c’era una palla tutta sola in mezzo ai cespugli che la bloccavano. Arrivò un cervo, ma non parlò con la palla, non le diede confidenza e se ne andò perché pensava che la palla fosse cattiva. La palla cominciò a gridare:” Vieni cervo, aiutami!”&lt;br /&gt;Ad un tratto comparvero tre simpaticissimi animali: due farfalle, una grande e una piccola, ed un’aquila che decisero di aiutare la palla e le dissero:” Cosa fai tutta sola? Vai a giocare con gli altri! La palla rispose:” Non posso perché sono bloccata tra i cespugli.” Il cervo disse:” Spostati farfalla!”. E decise di aiutarla e di liberarla. Tutti insieme legarono la palla ad un grosso filo, tirarono più forte che poterono e liberarono la palla che uscì…ma tutta l’erba si rovinò, ma, poi, tutti gli animali l’aggiustarono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scritta da &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alessandro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illustrata da &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ferdinando&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&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/18675208-117034009673999215?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/117034009673999215/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=117034009673999215' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/117034009673999215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/117034009673999215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/02/la-palla.html' title='La palla'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-116973709144444062</id><published>2007-01-25T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:04:27.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il porcellino e il lupo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/814368/lupo%20e%20maialino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/320/89343/lupo%20e%20maialino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’era una volta un lupo che aveva fame tantissimo….poi piano piano, piano piano vide un porcellino…ma il porcellino sapeva che il lupo era buono….quindi mangiava ancora i suoi….. le sue erbe.&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine il lupo disse “quasi quasi diventavo amico di questo porcellino che è stato buono con me…mi ha dato anche un pochetto di questa erbetta!”.......&lt;em&gt; la la la&lt;/em&gt;..... &lt;em&gt;la la la&lt;/em&gt; ….e diventarono amici per sempre e vissero felici tutti e contenti! ..ecco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20porcellino%20e%20il%20lupo.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-116973709144444062?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/116973709144444062/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=116973709144444062' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116973709144444062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116973709144444062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/01/il-porcellino-e-il-lupo.html' title='Il porcellino e il lupo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-116970977202639004</id><published>2007-01-25T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:36:38.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Cavallo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;C’era una volta (...perché inizia sempre così!)&lt;br /&gt;un cavallo che non aveva una moglie per sposarsi.&lt;br /&gt;Camminò per tanti anni…e trovò un bel cavallo, che era una femmina, che lo voleva sposare.&lt;br /&gt;Fu… che il grande giorno arrivò e tutti si sposarono, anche gli altri cavalli, e poi tutti vissero felici e contenti.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/391106/cavallinicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/320/368737/cavallinicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-116970977202639004?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/116970977202639004/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=116970977202639004' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116970977202639004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116970977202639004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/01/il-cavallo.html' title='Il Cavallo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-116834349201746254</id><published>2007-01-09T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:32:26.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il racconto dell'aquila Penna Gialla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/823767/fiume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/320/839424/fiume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In un bosco dove c’erano tanti animali si posò sulla riva di un fiume un grande albero di nome Sempreverde. All’ albero piaceva tanto giocare con gli alberi intorno e con i pesci che si trovavano nel fiume.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno accadde una cosa molto terrificante e l’ albero ne rimase dispiaciuto: gli uomini avevano inquinato tutto il fiume. L’albero piangeva giorno e notte per questa cosa terrificante . Gli amici, alberi e pesci , morirono tutti ; poi, dalle alte montagne, venne una grossa aquila , &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penna Gialla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , con il becco adunco , occhi vispi e rotondi e molto agile e si posò proprio sui rami del grande albero Sempreverde. Fecero amicizia e l’aquila si mise a raccontare una delle sue avventure: un giorno vide un vecchio falegname che tagliava gli alberi per farci dei mobili. Uno degli alberi divenne un mobile bello, liscio e lucido per contenere tanti libri.&lt;br /&gt;L’albero sempreverde capì, allora, che gli uomini, a volte, fanno del male, ma solo per ottenere qualcosa di utile e decise di dare un bel premio al falegname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Scritta da&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Omar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(9 anni)&lt;br /&gt;Digitata da&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucrezia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (10 anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-116834349201746254?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/116834349201746254/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=116834349201746254' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116834349201746254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116834349201746254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2007/01/il-racconto-dellaquila-penna-gialla.html' title='Il racconto dell&apos;aquila Penna Gialla'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-116583648586916327</id><published>2006-12-11T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:33:19.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le cugine del cuore</title><content type='html'>C’erano una volta due cugine che erano molto unite.&lt;br /&gt;Queste cugine si chiamavano Valentina ed Eleonora, ed andavano insieme alla scuola dell’infanzia.&lt;br /&gt;Eleonora proteggeva Valentina e per questo era sempre in punizione. Valentina però era sempre lì con Eleonora si sedevano vicine, si copiavano sempre, si scambiavano addirittura la merenda! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/98200/ELEONORA_IVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/200/570280/ELEONORA_IVA.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno Eleonora però venne a sapere che Valentina si doveva operare alle tonsille e alle adenoidi.&lt;br /&gt;Lei era preoccupata e disse a tutti i bambini di fare un disegno e dopo un mesetto glieli diede.&lt;br /&gt;Venne il giorno più bello della loro vita: il primo giorno della scuola primaria e loro si erano messe vicine, al primo banco a destra verso la porta.&lt;br /&gt;Loro abitavano vicine però ancora per poco. Valentina si doveva trasferire in un luogo lontanissimo. Da quei mesi Valentina ed Eleonora si trovarono nuove amiche: Virginia, Rossana…&lt;br /&gt;Ora sono in quarta e sono tanto felici di essere capitate in quella classe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleonora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (IV a Tomassetti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-116583648586916327?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/116583648586916327/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=116583648586916327' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116583648586916327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116583648586916327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/12/le-cugine-del-cuore.html' title='Le cugine del cuore'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-116429542009114559</id><published>2006-11-23T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:41:06.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/26493/fiorecorr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/320/111173/fiorecorr.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/913103/Fiore.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiore era una bambina strana: al posto dei capelli aveva le foglie di vari tipi di alberi del bosco, aveva la coda di lupo, indossava un vestito rosso e verde. Era una bambina molto simpatica; viveva nel bosco.&lt;br /&gt;In una notte d’estate piena di stelle, con la luna alta nel cielo, Fiore incontrò il gufo, l’animale più antipatico del bosco, che le disse:”Fiore, seguimi!” Fiore lo seguì e si trovò davanti alla casa della strega del bosco. Fiore cercò di scappare, ma la strega l’aveva vista e la catturò.&lt;br /&gt;Fiore, in quel momento, aveva molta paura, ma, ad un certo punto, arrivò la volpe che con l’astuzia riuscì a sconfiggere la strega e a liberare Fiore. Da quel giorno la bambina del bosco visse felice e contenta e non ebbe più paura del gufo perché sapeva che c’era la volpe ad aiutarla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9&lt;/span&gt; anni )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Fiore.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-116429542009114559?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/116429542009114559/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=116429542009114559' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116429542009114559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116429542009114559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/11/fiore.html' title='Fiore'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-116428064951470865</id><published>2006-11-23T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:38:55.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La pietra luminosa</title><content type='html'>Un giorno una barca con cinque passeggeri affondò nel mare. Tre dei passeggeri erano bambini di dieci anni. I tre bambini si salvarono, mentre gli altri due passeggeri non si ritrovarono.&lt;br /&gt;I tre ragazzi, un po’impauriti, videro un’isola non distante e decisero di arrivarci a nuoto.&lt;br /&gt;Appena sbarcati, videro una grande pietra con dei segni scritti sopra. Si avvicinarono, ma non successe nulla. Cercarono del cibo, videro un coniglio e decisero di catturarlo. Accesero un fuoco e lo &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/1600/61748/La%20pietra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6204/1833/200/179767/La%20pietra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cucinarono. Dopo aver mangiato, ebbero molta sete e cercarono una sorgente. Nel cercare la sorgente, videro un sentiero che portava ad una grande caverna illuminata da qualcosa. Il primo ragazzo di nome Roberto decise di proseguire; gli altri due, Andrea e Francesco, lo seguirono. C’era una pietra luminosa; appena la toccarono, si ritrovarono in una rete. Per fortuna, Francesco aveva un coltellino e strappò la rete. Allora pensarono di non essere soli. Su un sentiero videro un vecchio molto magro e raggrinzito; gli chiesero come si chiamava, ma il vecchio non rispose. Andrea disse:” E’muto!” Allora comunicarono con i gesti e gli chiesero se sapeva dove era dell’acqua. Il povero vecchio alzò la mano ed indicò una liana. I tre ragazzi salirono sulla parete vicino alla liana dove c’era un segno. Lo toccarono e nella parete si aprì un buco. I tre ragazzi entrarono subito e videro un’altra volta la pietra, ma anche una sorgente. Riempirono le loro boccette d’acqua; quando se ne andarono il vecchio non c’era più. Allora i tre ragazzi capirono che dovevano cercare altre persone e videro un uomo di appena trenta anni. Egli era uno dei passeggeri che non si trovava e si chiamava Antonio; insieme costruirono una barca di legno con cui il giorno dopo riuscirono ad andare via dall’isola ed a raccontare la loro avventura a tutti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scritta e illustrata da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Francesco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (10 anni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;digitata da&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (10 anni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;letta da&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (9 anni) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20pietra%20luminosa%20%20%20letta%20da%20marika.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-116428064951470865?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/116428064951470865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=116428064951470865' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116428064951470865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/116428064951470865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-pietra-luminosa.html' title='La pietra luminosa'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-115961305025837978</id><published>2006-09-30T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:39:31.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soricelul (Romania)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/castello%20e%20gatti.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/castello%20e%20gatti.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soricelul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era, o datà un soricel care locuia ìn castelul unui rege ràu. Regele acela avea zece pisici care erau mai rele decat stàpanul lor; pentru aceasta, intr-o zi, soricelul a decis sà pàràseasca castelul pentru a càuta lumea bronzei. Soricelul a mers foarte multe zile si, pana la urma, a gàsit aceea lume si asa soricelul a tràit linistit si fericit pentru tot restul vietii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il topolino &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C’era una volta un topolino che viveva nel castello di un re malvagio. Quel re aveva anche dieci gatti che erano ancora più malvagi del loro padrone; perciò il topolino, un giorno, decise di andare via da quel castello e di mettersi alla ricerca del mondo dei formaggi. Il topolino camminò per tanti giorni e, alla fine, lo trovò e così visse tranquillo e contento per il resto dei suoi giorni. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mihai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (12 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/soricelul.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/soricelul.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ApriFinestra(" status="yes')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-115961305025837978?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/115961305025837978/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=115961305025837978' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115961305025837978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115961305025837978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/09/soricelul-romania.html' title='Soricelul (Romania)'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-115951520570067023</id><published>2006-09-29T09:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:49:44.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mistero della pozione potente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/il%20mistero%20della%20pozione%20potente.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/il%20mistero%20della%20pozione%20potente.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta in un bosco scuro e pauroso, un castello in cui viveva un &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; buono e molto saggio, con una barba molto lunga e bianca. Il &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; era vestito con un cappello blu, lungo e a punta, indossava un camice lungo e giallo con dei puntini blu, portava sempre con sé una bacchetta magica corta e nera. Il &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; aveva per aiutante un bambino che si chiamava Eddy ed era magico.&lt;br /&gt;Il bambino e il &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; cercavano di distruggere una strega molto malvagia e dispettosa che voleva impossessarsi di una città che stava alla fine del bosco. Un giorno la strega fece una potente magia: fece addormentare tutti gli abitanti della città!&lt;br /&gt;Il &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; e il bambino prepararono una pozione potente che si chiamava&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DISTRUGGICONTROINCATESIMO&lt;/span&gt;”. Con questo rimedio riuscirono a distruggere la magia della strega e ad imprigionarla in una gabbia sotto terra.&lt;br /&gt;In città si fece una festa per ringraziare il &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; e il bambino di aver liberato dalla strega malvagia tutti gli abitanti della città.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (9 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20mistero%20della%20pozione%20potente.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-115951520570067023?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/115951520570067023/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=115951520570067023' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115951520570067023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115951520570067023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/09/il-mistero-della-pozione-potente_29.html' title='Il mistero della pozione potente'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-115926920296598133</id><published>2006-09-26T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:40:28.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dovevamo andare al mare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/daniele%20al%20mare.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’era una volta mamma che stava “a cercare” i costumi.&lt;br /&gt;Il costume non c’era; il costume stava dentro al cassetto (dell’armadio)&lt;br /&gt;e invece… poi…. ha rimesso tutto nell’armadio….. e l’ha richiuso,….. con il gancio.&lt;br /&gt;E’ finita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Daniele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(5anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/dovevamo%20andare%20al%20mare3.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-115926920296598133?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/115926920296598133/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=115926920296598133' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115926920296598133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115926920296598133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/09/dovevamo-andare-al-mare_26.html' title='Dovevamo andare al mare...'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-115919236057432670</id><published>2006-09-25T15:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:31:47.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La battaglia dei dinosauri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/la%20battaglia%20dei%20dinosauri.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/la%20battaglia%20dei%20dinosauri.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C'era una volta il &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carno&lt;/span&gt;tauro&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; che voleva sconfiggere quello lì...il dinosauro che sconfigge tutti (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;il dinosauro grigio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Quel dinosauro grigio gli ha sbattuto la gamba quando stava alzata, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quella lì&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..; è cascato giù e lo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ptero&lt;/span&gt;dattilo&lt;/strong&gt;, prima che cascasse giù, ha sbattuto contro il &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carno&lt;/span&gt;tauro&lt;/strong&gt;, chè si è abbassato e ha sbattuto. Lo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ptero&lt;/span&gt;dattilo&lt;/strong&gt; casca giù e poi...quando è cascato giù, ha un "buco" di &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Giovanni&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;5 anni&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/la%20battaglia%20dei%20dinosauri.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-115919236057432670?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/115919236057432670/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=115919236057432670' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115919236057432670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/115919236057432670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-battaglia-dei-dinosauri.html' title='La battaglia dei dinosauri'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-114974870544078198</id><published>2006-06-08T08:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:41:54.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'arte di imparare un duro lavoro per beneficenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/l"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/l%27arte%20di%20imparare%20un%20lavoro%20per%20beneficenza.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una volta Alicia e Therry andarono al vecchio mulino per imparare ad usarlo e poi vendere la farina da loro prodotta.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia era una ragazza di sedici anni, di statura alta, braccia e gambe sottili, ma forti e occhi chiari; invece, Therry era di media statura e magro, sempre allenato.&lt;br /&gt;La giornata era limpida, un sole abbagliante e poche nuvole con forme diverse.&lt;br /&gt;Si avviarono in bicicletta nel giusto sentiero per circa quindici minuti.&lt;br /&gt;Quando arrivarono, trovarono un uomo alto e robusto che avrebbe insegnato loro il lavoro. Li fece entrare e loro dissero all’ unisono: “Bello! E’ enorme!”&lt;br /&gt;Loro non avevano mai visto un mulino a vento e, quindi, si stupirono che fosse così grande. A parte la grandezza, dentro era bianco con tanti congegni e morse per schiacciare il grano e produrre farina.&lt;br /&gt;La giornata passò in fretta e produssero circa due chili di farina.&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno dopo tornarono, ma produssero più farina: esattamente sei chili e due etti.&lt;br /&gt;Passarono i giorni e, quando ebbero prodotto venti chili di farina, andarono al mercato e la vendettero.&lt;br /&gt;Therry, dopo aver venduto la farina, disse: “E’ stato faticoso, ma ne è valsa la pena.”&lt;br /&gt;Alicia disse: “E’ vero, sono d’accordo!”&lt;br /&gt;I soldi ricavati andarono in beneficenza per dei bambini del terzo mondo che si poterono vaccinare e anche mangiare qualcosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Davide&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(11 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ApriFinestra(" status="yes')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114974870544078198?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114974870544078198/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114974870544078198' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114974870544078198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114974870544078198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/06/larte-di-imparare-un-duro-lavoro-per.html' title='L&apos;arte di imparare un duro lavoro per beneficenza'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114769815984505395</id><published>2006-05-15T14:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:21:26.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una finale mozzafiato</title><content type='html'>In una città un gruppo di bambini svolgeva la partita finale del campionato di quartiere.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre tutti erano in ansia, l’arbitro fischiò l’inizio. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/finale%20mozzafiatto.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/finale%20mozzafiatto.0.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La partita durò più di un’ora, poi l’arbitro fischiò e annunciò i supplementari: 5 a 5!&lt;br /&gt;Si doveva segnare l’ultimo goal e dopo 5 minuti l’arbitro fischiò la fine.&lt;br /&gt;Aveva vinto la squadra più giovane, che fu accolta da un applauso.&lt;br /&gt;La squadra, con in mano il trofeo, tornò a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Il capitano invitò tutta la squadra a fare un party.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti si divertirono un sacco.&lt;br /&gt;Sfiniti, dopo la festa, andarono a dormire sognando di vincere il campionato del mondo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/finale%20mozzafiato-abbiamo%20vinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/finale%20mozzafiato-abbiamo%20vinto.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mattia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/una%20finale%20mozzafiato%201.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114769815984505395?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114769815984505395/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114769815984505395' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114769815984505395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114769815984505395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/05/una-finale-mozzafiato.html' title='Una finale mozzafiato'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-114734046854826458</id><published>2006-05-11T11:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:44:40.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Due Gnomi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/i%202%20gnomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/i%202%20gnomi.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molto tempo fa due &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gnomi&lt;/span&gt; di nome &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;, si innamorarono ma in una &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;palla&lt;/span&gt; di vetro li guardò un &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt;. Il &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; incuriosito, provò invidia nei confronti di &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; perché anche lui era innamorato di &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; voleva chiedere al &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; perché era invidioso. Il giorno dopo &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; si incamminò sulla strada del &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;castello&lt;/span&gt; incantato, ma &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; lo vide e lo seguì. Quando entrarono nel castello il &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mago&lt;/span&gt; disse: Hai una bella faccia tosta a venirmi a chiedermi di che cosa sono geloso, allora mi hai stancato!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I due &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gnomi&lt;/span&gt; sono stati &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pietrificati&lt;/span&gt; e sono ancora visibili nel museo degli &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gnomi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flaminia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ApriFinestra(" status="yes')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18675208-114734046854826458?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114734046854826458/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114734046854826458' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114734046854826458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114734046854826458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-due-gnomi.html' title='I Due Gnomi'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114625485234563371</id><published>2006-04-28T22:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:32:52.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mare, l'indiano e il granchio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/l"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/l%27indiano%20e%20il%20mare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’era una volta un indiano che camminava di qua e di là per prendere i rami, le olive&lt;br /&gt;(perché ci stavano anche le olive lì al mare). Lui inciampa in un gradino e sputa sabbia; poi si ritira su e inciampa su un altro gradino sull’acqua e si prende l’acqua con un pesce: l’acqua la sputa e il pesce lo “&lt;em&gt;inghiottisce&lt;/em&gt;”; poi il granchio gli &lt;em&gt;mozzica er dito&lt;/em&gt; e lui dice: ahia!!... e poi lui diventa amico suo.&lt;br /&gt;Finita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(6 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/il%20mare%20l%20indiano%20e%20il%20granchio.wav" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114625485234563371?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114625485234563371/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114625485234563371' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114625485234563371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114625485234563371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/04/il-mare-lindiano-e-il-granchio.html' title='Il mare, l&apos;indiano e il granchio'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114621893815865302</id><published>2006-04-28T11:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:46:54.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La collezionista di note musicali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qualche tempo fa, in una cittadina non molto lontano da qui, c’ era una ragazza di nome Paola con una grandissima passione per la musica; a lei piaceva qualunque tipo di musica, classica tipo Mozart o Beethoven , moderna tipo Povia o Anastesia e molti altri tipi di musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/la%20collezionista.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/la%20collezionista.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un’ altra cosa che piaceva a Paola, anche se moderatamente, era leggere e perciò andava spesso in biblioteca a spulciare i più bei libri di fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Uno degli ultimi libri da lei letti era: “&lt;em&gt;Il collezionista di buchi&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Così l’ indomani mattina, Paola dopo aver pensato a lungo alla storia che aveva letto, decise di collezionare note musicali. Subito prese dei barattolini, li decorò e vi scrisse, su un’etichetta loro attaccata, il nome della musica le cui note erano custodite lì. Subito dopo si recò dal rivenditore di dischi e ne comprò vari tipi. Tornata a casa, accese lo stereo, mise un CD e con un retino da pesca cominciò a prendere tutte le note che trovava. Dopo poche settimane Paola divenne famosa nella sua città, e le fu dedicata addirittura una statua con le rifiniture d’oro e d’argento.&lt;br /&gt;In meno d’un anno divenne famosa in tutto il mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/la%20collezionista2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/la%20collezionista2.0.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilaria&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(10 anni)&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/18675208-114621893815865302?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114621893815865302/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114621893815865302' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114621893815865302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114621893815865302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-collezionista-di-note-musicali.html' title='La collezionista di note musicali'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114604887577548735</id><published>2006-04-26T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:47:40.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'aquilotto sperduto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/acquilotto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/acquilotto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un piccolo aquilotto era cascato dal suo nido ed è rotolato nella foresta.&lt;br /&gt;Incontrò un cinghiale e lo domò e gli chiese se poteva portarlo al suo nido. Però sbagliò… e andò su un altro nido e degli uccelli lo portarono su un altro monte. Passarono gli anni e lui… crebbe e così imparo' a volare e tornò finalmente al suo nido e tutti fecero una festa perché era tornato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Manuel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ApriFinestra(" status="yes')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114604887577548735?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114604887577548735/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114604887577548735' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114604887577548735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114604887577548735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/04/laquilotto-sperduto.html' title='L&apos;aquilotto sperduto'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-114431727947819122</id><published>2006-04-06T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:49:11.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il fiore e la fragola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/fragola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/fragola.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta un fiore che aveva un’amica che era una fragola.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno decisero di fare una passeggiata nel bosco però nel bosco c’era un lupo molto affamato, che si lamentava dicendo: -Ho fame, ho fame!!!&lt;br /&gt;Andò nel bosco ma la fragola non lo sapeva, il lupo sentì l’odore della fragola e se la mangiò. Il fiore pianse.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivò una fatina che gli disse : - Perché piangi?&lt;br /&gt;- Perché è morta la mia migliore amica! Rispose il fiore.&lt;br /&gt;La fata allora disse : - Se vuoi la posso far resuscitare!&lt;br /&gt;Il fiore le rispose di sì. La fata non ricordava la formula magica e il fiore le suggerì: - In genere le fate usano come parola magica &lt;em&gt;Abracadabra&lt;/em&gt;. La fata disse: - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;ABRACADABRA&lt;/span&gt;!!! e... la fragolina di botto uscì dalla bocca del lupo, tornò dal suo amico fiore e vissero felici e contenti!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da&lt;/span&gt; Valerio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;letta da&lt;/span&gt; Miriana&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(8 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ApriFinestra(" status="yes')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114431727947819122?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114431727947819122/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114431727947819122' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114431727947819122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114431727947819122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/04/il-fiore-e-la-fragola.html' title='Il fiore e la fragola'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114431399499051544</id><published>2006-04-06T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:51:21.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pomodori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/famiglia%20pomodori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/famiglia%20pomodori.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’era una volta una famiglia di &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pomodori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Un giorno la famiglia di &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pomodori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, che si chiamavano: Rosa la mamma, il papà Chicco, il figlio Azzurro e la figlia Lulù, andò in campeggio. Al ritorno il papà dice al figlio che sta arrivando una macchina ma, non ha fatto in tempo a dirlo e… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Splash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/pomodi%20spiaccicati-danilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/pomodi%20spiaccicati-danilo.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il figlio viene &lt;em&gt;spiaccicato&lt;/em&gt; da una macchina. Però il &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pomodoro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Azzurro ricresce perché la sua famiglia pianta i semini.&lt;br /&gt;E vissero felici e contenti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;illustrato da &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Danilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/18675208-114431399499051544?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114431399499051544/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114431399499051544' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114431399499051544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114431399499051544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-pomodori.html' title='I Pomodori'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114319864232096779</id><published>2006-03-24T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:52:19.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La gallina che si perse nel deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/sergio%20%20colorato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/sergio%20%20colorato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutte le galline del pollaio sono andate in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Una gallina si fermò lì a vedere il sole.&lt;br /&gt;Quella gallina si perse e non ritrovò più il pollaio con le altre galline.&lt;br /&gt;Per sopravvivere nel deserto mangiava le uova che faceva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sergio&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(anni 8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/La%20gallina%20che%20si%20perse%20nel%20deserto.wav" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114319864232096779?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114319864232096779/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114319864232096779' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114319864232096779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114319864232096779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-gallina-che-si-perse-nel-deserto.html' title='La gallina che si perse nel deserto'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-114189340948997940</id><published>2006-03-09T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:55:41.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il drago e l'uomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/drago%203%20teste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/drago%203%20teste.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’ ERA UNA VOLTA UN &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DRAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; CON TRE TESTE CON GLI OCCHIALI SUL NASO DI CIASCUNA DI QUESTE…&lt;br /&gt;UN GIORNO LE TRE TESTE PERSERO GLI OCCHIALI, NON VIDERO PIU’ NULLA, PER LA RABBIA SPUTARONO FUOCO E FIAMME METTENDO PAURA A TUTTI GLI ANIMALI CHE, SPAVENTATI, CORSERO VIA E ANDARONO A CHIEDERE AIUTO ALL’UOMO…&lt;br /&gt;L’AMBASCIATORE DEGLI ANIMALI PORTO’ TRE PAIA DI OCCHIALI: IL &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DRAGO&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A TRE TESTE SI CALMO’. PER SPEGNERE IL FUOCO IL &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DRAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; USO’ LA CODA …&lt;br /&gt;…TUTTI VISSERO FELICI… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Valerio&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(7 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;digitata da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Daniele&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;letta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Eva&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/ll%20drago%20e%20l%20uomo%20letta%20da%20Eva%2010%20anni.wav" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-114189340948997940?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/114189340948997940/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=114189340948997940' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114189340948997940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/114189340948997940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/03/il-drago-e-luomo.html' title='Il drago e l&apos;uomo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-113836058434447902</id><published>2006-01-27T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:56:19.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...il treno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/casa%20con%20fumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/casa%20con%20fumo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C’è un bambino che stava giocando a nascondino dentro casa e all’improvviso il sole cade sul prato, il sole e il fumo danno fastidio al prato e gli viene la tosse.&lt;br /&gt;Il sole tramonta e va a dormire. La notte ci sono un pipistrello, i suoi amici e un gufo e… passa un treno!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leonardo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma...chi vuole continui la storia!&lt;/em&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/18675208-113836058434447902?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113836058434447902/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113836058434447902' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113836058434447902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113836058434447902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/01/il-treno.html' title='...il treno...'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-113802810795634071</id><published>2006-01-23T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:59:13.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carma e Chil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/carma.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/carma.0.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’era una donna che abitava sulle sponde del Nilo che si chiamava Carma.&lt;br /&gt;Carma era molto elegante, aveva i vestiti bianchi, si dipingeva gli occhi e si spalmava l’olio sulla pelle.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno arrivò il faraone Chil e vide Carma che stava riempiendo il secchio di acqua.&lt;br /&gt;Il faraone Chil prese Carma e la portò al suo castello e la sposò. Carma da allora diventò la moglie del faraone e la regina dell'Egitto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scritta&lt;/span&gt; da&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Giulia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;letta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Saverio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(13 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Carma%20e%20Chil%20letta%20da%20Saverio%2013%20anni.wav" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/18675208-113802810795634071?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113802810795634071/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113802810795634071' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113802810795634071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113802810795634071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/01/carma-e-chil.html' title='Carma e Chil'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-113800367295229665</id><published>2006-01-23T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:40:05.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess (Inghilterra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/principesse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/principesse.0.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/castle.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl, her name was Gabriella.&lt;br /&gt;She was a princess and she lived in a castle. The castle was very big.&lt;br /&gt;It was very beautiful and nice. There were lots of rooms in the castle and Gabriella had a beautiful bed. She was nice to her mother and father and they were so happy with Gabriella. She had a boyfriend, his name was Alex, and he was very beautiful and nice to her. She said: “Would you like a party?” and he said nicely: “Yes, I would like a party”. When the party came, we had lot of food that was so delicious. That night we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scritta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabriella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (8 anni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;letta da&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Karl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/the%20princess%20by%20karl.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-113800367295229665?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113800367295229665/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113800367295229665' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113800367295229665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113800367295229665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/01/princess-inghilterra.html' title='The Princess (Inghilterra)'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-113748968607050527</id><published>2006-01-17T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:05:09.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il bosco spaventoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/famigliacast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/famigliacast.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/sfondo2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C’erano una volta, quattro castagne con la loro mamma castagna. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/famigliafunghi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/famigliafunghi.0.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al loro fianco c’erano cinque funghi&lt;br /&gt;con la loro mamma funga.&lt;br /&gt;C’erano anche cinque ombrellini &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/famombrellipicc.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;con la loro mamma ombrellina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/famombrellipicc.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/famombrellipicc.4.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I papà, che erano amici, erano andati al lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti quanti, figli e mamme, andando a fare una passeggiata nel bosco, incontrarono tanti altri amici: l’uccellino Baby, la mucca Titti, un coniglio ed anche la farfalla Lalla.&lt;br /&gt;Successe che arrivò un vento fortissimo e con il vento arrivarono grandi nuvolosi, fulmini e saette: una TEMPESTA spaventosa fa fuggire tutti che trovarono riparo nella stalla della mucca Titti.&lt;br /&gt;L’uccellino si coprì con le foglie come coperta e come cuscino. La mucca scaldò tutti.&lt;br /&gt;I papà non sapevano cosa fare, ma si fecero venire un’idea: presero le automobili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/macchinanicola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/macchinanicola2.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/macchinaprova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="94" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/macchinaprova.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/macchinanicola2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" height="58" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/macchinanicola2.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed andarono a prendere le mamme ed i figli e li portarono a casa. Invitarono anche gli amici e fu una gran festa per tutti gli scampati alla tempesta.&lt;br /&gt;E fu così che i papà non lasciarono più le mamme sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irene&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(5 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;illustrazione macchine &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nicola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  (4 anni) e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(11 anni)&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/18675208-113748968607050527?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113748968607050527/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113748968607050527' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113748968607050527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113748968607050527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/01/il-bosco-spaventoso.html' title='Il bosco spaventoso'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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-18675208.post-113688662962291478</id><published>2006-01-10T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:10:58.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbo Natale e la Renna Volante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/babbo%20natale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/babbo%20natale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un bel giorno, in una valle molto calda, viveva un signore con una renna che si chiamava Floppy. Il signore era Babbo Natale. Un giorno decisero di fare una gita in montagna dove sentirono delle strane voci. Era un orso che faceva molto paura, ma Babbo Natale e la renna non avevano paura e si misero subito in viaggio per cercare l’orso. Dopo ore di ricerca non videro neanche l’ombra dell’ orso.&lt;br /&gt;La mattina successiva, Babbo Natale si svegliò e si accorse che la renna era scomparsa. "L’orso!" gridò. “E’ stato l’orso!” Allora Babbo Natale cerco’ la tana dell’ orso e la trovò. “La renna è svenuta!” Babbo Natale la porto’ subito a casa e la curò.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo un’ora la renna si svegliò e dal camino scese una lettera con su scritto:&lt;br /&gt;“L’orso ha donato una cosa molto preziosa alla renna sfruttala per i bimbi del mondo!” Le aveva donato la capacità di volare.&lt;br /&gt;Da allora, Babbo Natale sfruttò il dono della renna e pensando ogni anno ai bambini del mondo, portò loro dei bellissimi regali aiutato dalla renna volante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dario&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(8 anni)&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/18675208-113688662962291478?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113688662962291478/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113688662962291478' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113688662962291478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113688662962291478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2006/01/babbo-natale-e-la-renna-volante.html' title='Babbo Natale e la Renna Volante'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-113515520364628382</id><published>2005-12-21T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:21:13.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>letterine dalla scuola "Alberto Sordi"-119°C.D. Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/lettluca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/lettluca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/400/lettluca.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/lettmarc3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="283" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/400/lettmarc3.1.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/lettilaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/400/lettilaria.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/lettilaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-113515520364628382?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113515520364628382/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113515520364628382' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113515520364628382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113515520364628382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2005/12/letterine-dalla-scuola-alberto-sordi.html' title='letterine dalla scuola &quot;Alberto Sordi&quot;-119°C.D. Roma'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-113507952282361499</id><published>2005-12-20T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:09:37.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbo Natale in Ritardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/babbo%20con%20renne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/babbo%20con%20renne.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C’E’ UNA STORIA CHE VI VOGLIO RACCONTARE E’ BUFFA DA CREDERE MA E’ VERA, ASCOLTATELA E POI MI DIRETE…&lt;br /&gt;“MAMMA MIA QUANTO E’ GRANDE QUESTO SACCO! MA SARANNO DAVVERO TUTTI I BAMBINI DEL MONDO?”&lt;br /&gt;“UN ALTRO SACCO MUOVITI FOLLETTO POSTINO DOBBIAMO FARE IN FRETTA PERCHE’ E’ GIA’ IL TERZO SACCO DI LETTERINE. QUANTE LETTERINE, E SONO TUTTE PER ME, CHE BELLO!”&lt;br /&gt;"LUCA ROSSI BLA, BLA, BLA, ROBOT MECCANICO.”&lt;br /&gt;"NON RICOMINCIAMO CON LA CALMA, DOBBIAMO FARE IN FRETTA.”&lt;br /&gt;INTANTO, NELLA CASA DI BABBO NATALE, TUTTI I FOLLETTI ERANO A LAVORO, OGNUNO AVEVA IL SUO COMPITO.&lt;br /&gt;"BE’ ANCHE QUESTO ANNO FAREMO FELICI TUTTI I BAMBINI DEL MONDO. NEL FRATTEMPO FACCIO UN PISOLINO…”&lt;br /&gt;PASSARONO MOLTE ORE.&lt;br /&gt;“BABBO NATALE! BABBO NATALE! SVEGLIATI!” &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/mago%20otto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/200/mago%20otto.0.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO, FAMMI DORMIRE UN ALTRO PO’."&lt;br /&gt;“BABBO NATALE MA E’ LA NOTTE DI NATALE, BE’ DICIAMO LA MATTINA."&lt;br /&gt;“COSA!!!!!! E IO NON MI SONO SVEGLIATO! E’ IMPOSSIBILE NON HO SENTITO LA SVEGLIA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORMAI SONO LE OTTO DEL MATTINO.&lt;br /&gt;OTTO, OTTO, MA CERTO VAI, CORRI, VAI A CHIAMARE IL MAGO OTTO.”&lt;br /&gt;"BABBO NATALE MA SEI ANCORA QUI.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/mago%20otto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“EH SI , NON MI SONO SVEGLIATO PROPRIO NELLA NOTTE DI NATALE! E ORA TUTTI I BAMBINI SONO DAVANTI AI LORO ALBERI SENZA REGALI.”&lt;br /&gt;"OH NO! MA E’ TERRIBILE E CHE NON ACCADA MAI PIU’!”&lt;br /&gt;“SI', SI', TE LO PROMETTO.”&lt;br /&gt;“TEMPO STOP!”&lt;br /&gt;E CON L’AIUTO DEL MAGO OTTO CHE FERMO’ IL TEMPO, BABBO NATALE RIUSCI’ ANCORA UNA VOLTA A FARE FELICI TUTTI I BAMBINI DEL MONDO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ILARIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(8 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;letta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tommaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(10 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Babbo%20Natale%20in%20ritardo%20letta%20da%20Tommaso%2010%20anni.wav" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18675208-113507952282361499?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113507952282361499/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113507952282361499' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113507952282361499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113507952282361499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2005/12/babbo-natale-in-ritardo.html' title='Babbo Natale in Ritardo'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18675208.post-113386724224569942</id><published>2005-12-06T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:11:44.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificarsi per amore</title><content type='html'>C’era una volta un cane di nome Boby. Boby era un cane che aveva il pelo marrone a macchie bianche. Boby amava tanto mangiare e giocare, quindi era bello grosso. Un giorno andò da un suo amico e gli chiese come si faceva a conquistare una cagnetta. Il suo amico gli rispose che se voleva conquistare una cagnetta, doveva dimagrire. Allora, dato che Boby aveva un padrone che faceva palestra per dimagrire seguendo la TV, si mise a fare ginnastica con lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/Fase%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/Fase%201.0.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dopo tanti mesi e tanti giorni di fatica Boby e il suo padrone erano diventati magrissimi.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno Boby uscì di casa con il suo padrone e insieme andarono a cercare delle fidanzate e le trovarono. Erano molto belle e si innamorarono subito.&lt;br /&gt;Boby e il padrone chiesero alla cagnetta e alla signorina se volevano sposarli ed entrambi risposero di sì.&lt;br /&gt;In un bel giorno di sole, in chiesa ci fu un doppio matrimonio. I cani ebbero i cagnolini e gli sposi dei figli e da quel giorno vissero felici e contenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/1600/Fase%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6204/1833/320/Fase%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;scritta da&lt;/span&gt; Martina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(8 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;letta da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Francesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(9 anni)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/Sacrificarsi%20per%20amore%20letta%20da%20Francesco%209%20anni.wav" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://digilander.libero.it/plessogemelli/i_ascolta_audio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&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/18675208-113386724224569942?l=favolenaviganti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/feeds/113386724224569942/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18675208&amp;postID=113386724224569942' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113386724224569942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18675208/posts/default/113386724224569942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favolenaviganti.blogspot.com/2005/12/sacrificarsi-per-amore.html' title='Sacrificarsi per amore'/><author><name>bussola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15912363234394883702</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
