tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042390929877313312024-02-19T13:12:22.809+01:00NOTHING TO DECLAREMARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.comBlogger510125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-23214764176222354812012-05-17T13:49:00.001+01:002012-05-17T13:49:11.657+01:00Ho violentato a tal punto la mia mente che non potrà più rifarsi una verginità.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLcmOk6oaqocOXGE-9yOG-h5jWnklSsDtXp3A-Ck2Y7orrku4VSdxI_fGEWdxP9LKNL6ohl3JAh4grvGufw5JmEvWntzpN5zXQXjqn991mAMuBfuGAFwIL7a0-BFPopKrnKaO6S-68n-f/s1600/foto-mia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLcmOk6oaqocOXGE-9yOG-h5jWnklSsDtXp3A-Ck2Y7orrku4VSdxI_fGEWdxP9LKNL6ohl3JAh4grvGufw5JmEvWntzpN5zXQXjqn991mAMuBfuGAFwIL7a0-BFPopKrnKaO6S-68n-f/s400/foto-mia.jpg" /></a></div>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-60794080663722812752012-05-05T09:06:00.000+01:002012-05-05T09:06:08.277+01:00I vuoti non sono leggeri<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEuJQtEMsIgPA4dZcd20tb4cTFSR0uVjiwA2saznGJGIhyphenhyphenGTTihOuimge47BpFAYxNwuFToA4632PnOxh2JZohWnexzLeNFQ9fLw8z-3XPzkP1Wdw-7kSzi4NxpSpYzSMkWYgBvvjqRW4/s1600/foto-66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEuJQtEMsIgPA4dZcd20tb4cTFSR0uVjiwA2saznGJGIhyphenhyphenGTTihOuimge47BpFAYxNwuFToA4632PnOxh2JZohWnexzLeNFQ9fLw8z-3XPzkP1Wdw-7kSzi4NxpSpYzSMkWYgBvvjqRW4/s400/foto-66.jpg" /></a></div>
Voglio vivere e amare ed essere amata;
voglio lodare ed essere lodata,
voglio dormire e destarmi,
e considerare il mio sonno soltanto come un altro risveglio;
voglio vivere e morire.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-8979120908946701872012-04-30T14:18:00.001+01:002012-04-30T14:18:36.372+01:00Era dannatamente bella, vestita dei suoi sbagli.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBt4KQsSLTHlRyn7-eR7L8aEOMfhLvwXeKpG218D3BJaod_tyJkzTCba085LApYEApF-f6JuMuJTX6yuT69mnzmNMZ_rrznrAYP9KJKUUwAqUgKa0MgoEAN2koCPC1sjY1NyuRCkFzNVei/s1600/foto-61+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBt4KQsSLTHlRyn7-eR7L8aEOMfhLvwXeKpG218D3BJaod_tyJkzTCba085LApYEApF-f6JuMuJTX6yuT69mnzmNMZ_rrznrAYP9KJKUUwAqUgKa0MgoEAN2koCPC1sjY1NyuRCkFzNVei/s400/foto-61+2.jpg" /></a></div>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-35746698819297347062012-04-22T08:45:00.003+01:002012-04-22T08:45:58.338+01:00Sono un angelo caduto. E ne ho ancora i postumi.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0btvvPr7XagqULrI1R0BsJGA2-G0-CSu6GQFNhIR-paigNZv1cGN9ZorT4B1vJzA7_YNtuNTvD-28OISvmHHNDB5ZpTiNT-8YcL11rVVuKXISqWlVEA43DNdUjpRE176zjQhSIsn4rOXx/s1600/foto-40+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0btvvPr7XagqULrI1R0BsJGA2-G0-CSu6GQFNhIR-paigNZv1cGN9ZorT4B1vJzA7_YNtuNTvD-28OISvmHHNDB5ZpTiNT-8YcL11rVVuKXISqWlVEA43DNdUjpRE176zjQhSIsn4rOXx/s400/foto-40+2.jpg" /></a></div>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-73637255156435155212012-04-20T20:07:00.002+01:002012-04-20T20:07:57.126+01:00Quando divento istinto e carne.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlxpAIDgzaSkKqPW-_CaSRGCijharFZj32tnK2MKody_620TZ1Hg6Pqqxe6ZayXSOZ3Q-H-sB_qqxdcNaTYp4OSQRZhtmoxtgLI2xT4Q4Xu1vnw1wNpSzfDzj6YtojLVGGsffwfFLlvto/s1600/522963_10150718086237669_637987668_9673464_934297467_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlxpAIDgzaSkKqPW-_CaSRGCijharFZj32tnK2MKody_620TZ1Hg6Pqqxe6ZayXSOZ3Q-H-sB_qqxdcNaTYp4OSQRZhtmoxtgLI2xT4Q4Xu1vnw1wNpSzfDzj6YtojLVGGsffwfFLlvto/s400/522963_10150718086237669_637987668_9673464_934297467_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733561720092074066" /></a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-82936707900824757882012-04-20T20:03:00.001+01:002012-04-20T20:04:52.089+01:00Mi affeziono soprattutto alle persone che non hanno bisogno di me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqfhX7Oz5Snu0SKR7OszApASKrlQDTq9bLcWT87k3ISKoPERlauTmfCAxhTYlYY2LH58BBfd_n2wzCiOj1x19Ztr49VkaZb5P0dQo6lZpj4cXIkqoV_5UBY9TR9oG-qqdPXVGiqwLtJ46/s1600/foto-35+copia+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqfhX7Oz5Snu0SKR7OszApASKrlQDTq9bLcWT87k3ISKoPERlauTmfCAxhTYlYY2LH58BBfd_n2wzCiOj1x19Ztr49VkaZb5P0dQo6lZpj4cXIkqoV_5UBY9TR9oG-qqdPXVGiqwLtJ46/s400/foto-35+copia+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733560933145718882" /></a><br />Mi affeziono soprattutto alle persone che non hanno bisogno di me e che io incateno d'un tratto con il più forte dei legami. Sono pronta a dare tutto a chi non mi chiede niente, ma non voglio dare niente a chi si aspetta tutto dall'altro. Mi ero innamorata di lui perché aveva accolto la nostra relazione come un supplemento di felicità in un'esistenza serena, e non come l'ancora di salvezza di una solitudine sgomenta.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-65515183101813226282012-04-12T12:02:00.002+01:002012-04-12T12:06:00.683+01:00La verità e la menzogna passano per la stessa bocca e non lasciano traccia.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15hFFwFOvewuH6xclj9YKiV4krmXZEwyKgrkks4XS2Te-nO5_DuYpwg_D6Rj_Ag2ffesvFjOMoiOJ3fDglTolGwjOuIbS2YQl1Li8D4laHhFmDj4HqJuJSaRC9VxtOREt4dsB28qV0ILJ/s1600/foto-6+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15hFFwFOvewuH6xclj9YKiV4krmXZEwyKgrkks4XS2Te-nO5_DuYpwg_D6Rj_Ag2ffesvFjOMoiOJ3fDglTolGwjOuIbS2YQl1Li8D4laHhFmDj4HqJuJSaRC9VxtOREt4dsB28qV0ILJ/s400/foto-6+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730468266476346162" /></a><br />Ogni persona è un silenzio.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-44001032503341102442012-04-12T10:50:00.004+01:002012-04-12T10:55:35.639+01:00MY CURRENT EXHIBITION IN BRAZIL | Esposizione d'arte del Collettivo 2Mondi a cura di Daniele Bergamaschi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMWTVNCnlwuDt-e1jy5GCMKyD1NeIXl_F3hoWVaYKgu8Ea5fBtnbSclopyaz5iQqleGLRvCFdfJJc4BanWP2k2-3z2I4bFtQReXnnoCq-Y58tV2YoRKp0ARj0nbHwo1n3ri51VM2V02SGG/s1600/Cartaz-2Mondi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMWTVNCnlwuDt-e1jy5GCMKyD1NeIXl_F3hoWVaYKgu8Ea5fBtnbSclopyaz5iQqleGLRvCFdfJJc4BanWP2k2-3z2I4bFtQReXnnoCq-Y58tV2YoRKp0ARj0nbHwo1n3ri51VM2V02SGG/s400/Cartaz-2Mondi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730449782713633570" /></a><br />"Lasciandosi alle spalle i confini fissati dalla tradizione:un viaggio verso l’ignoto".<br />A cura di Daniele Bergamaschi<br /><br />11-26 April 2012<br />Grêmio Náutico União, sede Alto Petrópolis, rua João Obino 300 Porto Alegre/RS Brasil<br /><br />Vernissage Mercoledì 11 Aprile 2012 ore 19:00<br /><br /><br />In occasione del 150esimo dell'Unità d’Italia e dell’emigrazione italiana in Brasile, la Camera di Commercio italiana a Porto Alegre e l'Associazione Culturale Italiana del Rio Grande do Sul appoggiano questo evento che attraverso l’ambasciata d’Italia a Brasilia è stato inserito ufficialmente nel Momento Italia-Brasile 2012, la fitta catena di grandi eventi di cultura, arte e economia, che la Farnesina ha avuto il piacere di offrire ai brasiliani e ai 30 milioni di oriundi italiani del gigante sudamericano. <br /><br />Curata da Daniele Bergamaschi, con l’apporto scientifico di Clarissa Torgan, la mostra si focalizza sul concetto della cultura e della tradizione millenaria abbandonata dagli emigranti italiani per imbarcarsi in una nuova avventura dal destino incerto. Il curatore ha invitato gli artisti italiani e brasiliani a guardare e far guardare dentro al cuore, come se fosse di cristallo: un antico sogno di verità e di trasparenza, pieno di fascino e non privo di pericoli, per delineare, con l'immagine, il ritratto dell’emigrante, per catturarne l'anima, per conservarne la presenza al di là della lontananza, oltre la morte.<br /><br />Il collettivo 2Mondi parte dal presupposto della capacità dell’arte di essere uno strumento di ricerca, il campo d’indagine è l’universo, la natura e il mondo tutto intorno, la realtà materiale e l’esperienza umana. Gli autori coinvolti hanno la capacitá di esercitare il proprio talento nell’attività esplorativa della ricerca. Mostreranno, attraverso le opere che presenteranno di aver percorso le tappe della realizzazione del proprio lavoro con intenti conoscitivi, per promuovere, il progetto artistico come ricercatori, facendo ipotesi, esperimenti, tentando soluzioni nuove a vecchi problemi. Si vuole coinvolgere gli artisti nell’opinione che con qualunque mezzo si può esplorare il mondo, conta solo l’onestà dell’approccio e la forza della propria capacità d’espressione. Lo scopo, almeno nelle intenzioni iniziali, è quello di condurre nel complesso dell’esposizione di questi lavori il passaggio rapido di una visione delle cose attraverso una trasformazione creativa fisica e semantica della realtà osservata. L’attività creativa dell’arte implica sempre una trasformazione che a sua volta presuppone un’analisi della materia da manipolare, fisica e simbolica che sia. Il collettivo “2Mondi” prevede e predilige un chiaro interesse per l’approccio empirico che, pur coi suoi enigmi irrisolti, conduce a un’indagine scrupolosa dei mille tormenti psicologici esistenziali dell’uomo-pioniere in fuga da sé stesso perché incapace di capirsi o spinto a emigrare alla ricerca della felicità, con tutti i rischi che questo comporta.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iMh_I9lwSnitSoFJvVk7GdNO6jzmWLezmjaeCkXg6VE_Y4Hg_KHB7N7arE6VHAOKSoWTuZ0y4hEr5SZvS2wWUu0F69kunRM4GnO3EHGd7lPVNGle0GtprAy6ouSScqWfWnOcmVoyZL5x/s1600/417894_346857208669371_346856605336098_1236456_99804667_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iMh_I9lwSnitSoFJvVk7GdNO6jzmWLezmjaeCkXg6VE_Y4Hg_KHB7N7arE6VHAOKSoWTuZ0y4hEr5SZvS2wWUu0F69kunRM4GnO3EHGd7lPVNGle0GtprAy6ouSScqWfWnOcmVoyZL5x/s320/417894_346857208669371_346856605336098_1236456_99804667_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730450532843720690" /></a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-90968931404125674332012-04-07T10:23:00.001+01:002012-04-07T10:24:36.616+01:00E Felice Pasqua a tutti!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yJmO04x0h0UCqLflNCaTIN06AdqW_euM_VGuQtJ3Ye3Tcbx0hEa7IIeTKG3sfIYUsa7WelP1W63jysxSp3_JgmDAY3X6-kkrW_rcM6T8NpM7gAMifg-gCIJ9ep0h7IEfWPr0bFjVi-9h/s1600/Diapositiva1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yJmO04x0h0UCqLflNCaTIN06AdqW_euM_VGuQtJ3Ye3Tcbx0hEa7IIeTKG3sfIYUsa7WelP1W63jysxSp3_JgmDAY3X6-kkrW_rcM6T8NpM7gAMifg-gCIJ9ep0h7IEfWPr0bFjVi-9h/s400/Diapositiva1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728587276913076866" /></a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-18770587381955298212012-04-06T12:24:00.002+01:002012-04-06T12:29:19.782+01:00Chiamata alle Arti| OBLIVIUM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZioCSaWixX1It3TYHbXTJ66Vih3wm6G5cCOn1_CvLqcFT8gg0YA1_KKZoR9Ee3611He_YKacQS3TYd3omMSpc__pQjdAy3i-KZb1IACdS23GDunX68tPgfepEV9CUWEs5o8NKf6XUEbPZ/s1600/527802_10150669592582669_1233758802_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZioCSaWixX1It3TYHbXTJ66Vih3wm6G5cCOn1_CvLqcFT8gg0YA1_KKZoR9Ee3611He_YKacQS3TYd3omMSpc__pQjdAy3i-KZb1IACdS23GDunX68tPgfepEV9CUWEs5o8NKf6XUEbPZ/s400/527802_10150669592582669_1233758802_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728248342740544818" /></a><br />Questa è l'opera che ho deciso di presentare alla collettiva "Chiamata alle Arti", presso la Galleria Civica d'Arte Contemporanea Montevergini di Siracusa.<br />Un omaggio alla mia città ed alla mia terra.<br /><br />La dedico a mio padre, morto prematuramente il novembre scorso. Lui ne sarebbe stato fiero ed orgoglioso.<br /><br />Un grazie di cuore a Davide Bramante e a Enzo Bauso che con il loro entusiasmo e la loro passione mi hanno dimostrato che a Siracusa è ancora possibile credere nell'Arte e fare concretamente Arte. Di quella pura, di quella che riscalda gli animi e nutre le menti. <br /><br />E grazie a tutti coloro che hanno preso parte a questo grande RINASCIMENTO CULTURALE! <br /><br />Dal 31 marzo al 25 aprile 2012 | SiracusaMARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-38141895675165688192012-03-31T08:42:00.003+01:002012-03-31T08:47:06.711+01:00CHIAMATA ALLE ARTI | SIAMO PER UN NUOVO RINASCIMENTO CULTURALE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qjBaDj4GzouJl7otTtE2C6EXQhYxxvicHjTwSdXZLRsmJ0MuAd12Jh9DsL8YLcbD-L6nHiRqrYPtthiQdJnw2eSpFWZ1W7xzKTePSVHUCM9tAsNCfe-YTOZZYUS12N0R_0d7T1pbz2OL/s1600/546595_278713715539346_104712949606091_628346_1386255269_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qjBaDj4GzouJl7otTtE2C6EXQhYxxvicHjTwSdXZLRsmJ0MuAd12Jh9DsL8YLcbD-L6nHiRqrYPtthiQdJnw2eSpFWZ1W7xzKTePSVHUCM9tAsNCfe-YTOZZYUS12N0R_0d7T1pbz2OL/s400/546595_278713715539346_104712949606091_628346_1386255269_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725964012766796610" /></a><br />"Noi siamo per un nuovo RINASCIMENTO CULTURALE volto a guardare la storia per riscoprire un illuminato futuro"<br /><br />CHIAMATA ALLE ARTI - Collettiva d'arte contemporanea<br />a cura di Enzo Bauso e Davide Bramante<br /><br />Galleria Civica Montevergini<br />Opening 31 Marzo 2012 ore 18.30<br /><br />La collettiva sarà visitabile dal 31 Marzo al 25 Aprile<br />Orari di apertura: da martedì a domenica 10-13 / 16-20.<br />Lunedì chiuso<br /><br />Ingresso libero<br /><br /><a href="http://www.chiamatalleartisr.it/">www.chiamatalleartisr.it</a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-66996662161390187762012-03-31T08:37:00.004+01:002012-03-31T09:06:44.746+01:00Seven a cura di Roberto Ronca | I 7 Peccati Capitali come non li avete mai visti | AVARIZIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2SKCRcaUhX5ycw_DXyfguPszDO4cqeMOPN8hzmJzxTw3ABiGpGK7cUtyDwqkzvxNZ3xEnRw9B9Y6xcmco-f8A_B60CrUUsYxo2ezVrla0ibydngMFscsX02s0TGG1RByc_p_meb9fPQH/s1600/Diapositiva1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2SKCRcaUhX5ycw_DXyfguPszDO4cqeMOPN8hzmJzxTw3ABiGpGK7cUtyDwqkzvxNZ3xEnRw9B9Y6xcmco-f8A_B60CrUUsYxo2ezVrla0ibydngMFscsX02s0TGG1RByc_p_meb9fPQH/s400/Diapositiva1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725962685321231410" /></a><br /><br />SPAZIO-TEMPO ARTE<br />Presenta<br />SEVEN - AVARIZIA / GREED<br />I 7 Peccati Capitali come non li avete mai visti<br />a cura di Roberto Ronca<br /><br />BENEVENTO - Museo ARCOS - via S. Borgia, 1 (Angolo Corso Garibaldi)<br />dal 31 marzo al 15 aprile 2012<br /><br />Vernissage 31 marzo 2012 alle 18,00<br /><br /><a href="http://www.robertoronca.com/eventi/7.htm">www.7sins.it</a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-28385940298257111632012-03-30T07:55:00.001+01:002012-03-30T07:56:59.050+01:00C'erano i sogni. C'era la realtà.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6kaDBKaimxAp5L5rbyqr4wTAXH00XJYkhHnRGn9AXOrnfteOFAGYPIExQ3l8qrQh4n9NUMRFrMEl9ArN0afT-Il8BRmniJ2qcAwI7c2PUxi1DzG5jgjLkDoQX4k1AWI4IFOcv8EAEjMt/s1600/foto-99+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6kaDBKaimxAp5L5rbyqr4wTAXH00XJYkhHnRGn9AXOrnfteOFAGYPIExQ3l8qrQh4n9NUMRFrMEl9ArN0afT-Il8BRmniJ2qcAwI7c2PUxi1DzG5jgjLkDoQX4k1AWI4IFOcv8EAEjMt/s400/foto-99+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725580545518569474" /></a><br />C'era lei che li faceva incontrare.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-3588329270321140562012-03-30T07:52:00.001+01:002012-03-30T07:54:43.399+01:00Questa vita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aEmw7qmQ_kiE8tgno3HJ1NH3LsowScOV4wKUALGmT1vym5PplKqO5TCvMgWX0hZqlofXp2xa417CNmJM09Ww5AO_GtAl2O4KZ5wwZNSLkhiOmUSxjYAFrni24fPR52gJ5CdoBsA2H1_9/s1600/foto-102+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aEmw7qmQ_kiE8tgno3HJ1NH3LsowScOV4wKUALGmT1vym5PplKqO5TCvMgWX0hZqlofXp2xa417CNmJM09Ww5AO_GtAl2O4KZ5wwZNSLkhiOmUSxjYAFrni24fPR52gJ5CdoBsA2H1_9/s400/foto-102+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725579986832133090" /></a><br />Questa vita è una puttana e probabilmente mi spezzerà il cuore, ma cazzo, ne sono innamorata.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-49334713981744145512012-03-21T13:27:00.001+01:002012-03-21T13:28:42.703+01:00Springtime in my bed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Nz42orlLQq2yEbQO9q5bADZSFBepe7qkPV9bscTZzfyceVakxQVSj8xpgfIJqcMbKNbQXsEr_E_VDcIfYLz592K7nJQfLoq5hOe1IBSoWisyUbQ845TPcmzyVS2Mh3icA7PjzlcdESOP/s1600/Diapositiva1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Nz42orlLQq2yEbQO9q5bADZSFBepe7qkPV9bscTZzfyceVakxQVSj8xpgfIJqcMbKNbQXsEr_E_VDcIfYLz592K7nJQfLoq5hOe1IBSoWisyUbQ845TPcmzyVS2Mh3icA7PjzlcdESOP/s400/Diapositiva1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722326267310639234" /></a><br />Non è negli alberi in fiore o nei grandi giardini che vedo giungere la Primavera, ma la sento tra le mie lenzuola.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-87249151539210019042012-03-18T09:07:00.002+01:002012-03-18T09:10:00.653+01:00Orgasmo: carne satura di pensiero.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bzgSCbgbCLElarwCaFrqBpBhpNjoSmJYT29HiLjAncLgD8DARC0fF2uOirJuJOZZyXYaW5axx7QpB9khKXmpYGC2g9y72fSwop4UXT0o-lzE99kQ52I1rjOVxOadUYsB8uz5iBQfVg9M/s1600/425664_10150642680977669_637987668_9432627_1453299768_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bzgSCbgbCLElarwCaFrqBpBhpNjoSmJYT29HiLjAncLgD8DARC0fF2uOirJuJOZZyXYaW5axx7QpB9khKXmpYGC2g9y72fSwop4UXT0o-lzE99kQ52I1rjOVxOadUYsB8uz5iBQfVg9M/s400/425664_10150642680977669_637987668_9432627_1453299768_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721146350502372242" /></a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-70721916394302770962012-02-26T07:38:00.001+01:002012-02-26T07:40:02.567+01:00E' una curiosa creatura il passato...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUoh92jMeNgJJEJ8995lT5bia1sNIwjDB0kTdVPE_2uCoM_RR6M0pJZufG4W764Y5hVTa5lI95f0GvlrFrvQm_2jez-O6szLScCGwThVucVgN_bFQd3ubDePqdcBkzz-NLezvWxxdEKFl/s1600/Diapositiva1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUoh92jMeNgJJEJ8995lT5bia1sNIwjDB0kTdVPE_2uCoM_RR6M0pJZufG4W764Y5hVTa5lI95f0GvlrFrvQm_2jez-O6szLScCGwThVucVgN_bFQd3ubDePqdcBkzz-NLezvWxxdEKFl/s400/Diapositiva1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713330397707960882" /></a><br />Ed a guardarlo in viso si può approdare all'estasi o alla disperazione.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-39944501205349254112012-02-23T11:10:00.003+01:002012-02-23T11:14:42.078+01:00Molto forte, incredibilmente vicino.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFDxraVAhMlvigXfh_4Jr-lGME4UK71NSLVFDaS03KXDuZDHzyv1XiB1YxVyE6Xb69E4hzDg9r4k-1rhIY0jNu__sN0N3v1Jt1-D1E2e8aRmsYgD0LT40M_fPQm41YQRvL2C1LhJGe5Ew/s1600/IMG_5034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFDxraVAhMlvigXfh_4Jr-lGME4UK71NSLVFDaS03KXDuZDHzyv1XiB1YxVyE6Xb69E4hzDg9r4k-1rhIY0jNu__sN0N3v1Jt1-D1E2e8aRmsYgD0LT40M_fPQm41YQRvL2C1LhJGe5Ew/s400/IMG_5034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712272238439523522" /></a><br />Sicilyland | 2012<br /><br />C’erano cose che volevo dirgli. Ma sapevo che gli avrebbero fatto male. <br />Così le seppellii e lasciai che facessero male a me.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-70369493364260557292012-02-22T16:58:00.001+01:002012-02-22T17:00:06.431+01:00Amore dopo Amore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuRm7KqLCt1QZc2yZwnno6ZOYuU84CTGWNr-M0cRKAtXi24KeQUonCcE7Ghh04-sWDFZ2RbR6B6KQrKr4a_yt8kf9zo-J4o5nnm7xqwGYudcDzBNj_byQMgImG6wQBa8zlty6D7k8g24V/s1600/marlalombardo.com.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuRm7KqLCt1QZc2yZwnno6ZOYuU84CTGWNr-M0cRKAtXi24KeQUonCcE7Ghh04-sWDFZ2RbR6B6KQrKr4a_yt8kf9zo-J4o5nnm7xqwGYudcDzBNj_byQMgImG6wQBa8zlty6D7k8g24V/s400/marlalombardo.com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711990311423988882" /></a><br /><br />SelfPortrait | Frbruary 2012<br /><br />Finirai per trovarla la Via… Se prima hai il coraggio di perderti.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-29205839501687639702012-02-22T07:15:00.000+01:002012-02-22T07:16:05.755+01:00Io sono un animale di lusso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZnx0MVWwLtTbS8D60Bby3YjhiWC3zMsvKJCcFgB-BoTZGJBjJ5pDV6qrvV3YbzLy0nhwDPd85zjgmqYVydZoB7a3NceGKrFqifpqQKrvc1m9T_M6TurqUJeB1KHhoHZicsGAPAaHSiAz/s1600/marla.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZnx0MVWwLtTbS8D60Bby3YjhiWC3zMsvKJCcFgB-BoTZGJBjJ5pDV6qrvV3YbzLy0nhwDPd85zjgmqYVydZoB7a3NceGKrFqifpqQKrvc1m9T_M6TurqUJeB1KHhoHZicsGAPAaHSiAz/s400/marla.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711839854762948210" /></a><br />E il superfluo m'è indispensabile come il respiro.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-28252044482342963812012-02-14T15:47:00.002+01:002012-02-14T15:49:31.380+01:00Valentine's Day | Let's just get drunk and naked.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FS89GVLoLvz99K6vKhJc2rVdlB2ZLbELKkDxURLR9Nhl7KMJvWZbHw3OgaHLa9-seLpu-ljgsVWYuZc9wD1GXph44AiIMRlX9pYByDGYBSl6cqPhpHFx7RsvpaBG73GdXmEZjGc1P7P3/s1600/valentinedayuntitledmag_marla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FS89GVLoLvz99K6vKhJc2rVdlB2ZLbELKkDxURLR9Nhl7KMJvWZbHw3OgaHLa9-seLpu-ljgsVWYuZc9wD1GXph44AiIMRlX9pYByDGYBSl6cqPhpHFx7RsvpaBG73GdXmEZjGc1P7P3/s400/valentinedayuntitledmag_marla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709003286057823282" /></a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-60504053862506854262012-01-28T07:12:00.002+01:002012-01-28T07:16:39.219+01:00Sono stanca. Anche di combattere.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAlNShBf2V4-JUATFMuFOmpmxBrcGAbgMo2RDEaG_1f4ie6BtO2-nDeFmKaCqb1oNqanMhu-gbOfEKHMqBbPgBqSzaAZ6PhUPdINVKvcJKsbo_Nss9pHCZ5Rkuf7i6VaA7VOHKV4EiH4H/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAlNShBf2V4-JUATFMuFOmpmxBrcGAbgMo2RDEaG_1f4ie6BtO2-nDeFmKaCqb1oNqanMhu-gbOfEKHMqBbPgBqSzaAZ6PhUPdINVKvcJKsbo_Nss9pHCZ5Rkuf7i6VaA7VOHKV4EiH4H/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702562887416350338" /></a><br />Non esiste niente di vero. <br />Non esiste l'amicizia, non esiste l'amore, non esiste dio, non esiste l'onestà, non esiste il rispetto, non esiste la gratitudine, non esistono i valori, non esiste niente. <br />Esiste solo il dolore.MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-77462104377549360512012-01-26T08:38:00.002+01:002012-01-26T08:41:06.442+01:00L'abisso dei tuoi occhi esala una vertigine...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbUivRxB5C3An3Mm2mdbfqESybvIhihAC8NNUF6VImA7GAjZrEW0nwWbnBepMA1VChxizf7VMP2yV1hU-cX6e7beMF1rh25XSzvcfSe-v0XY8SKgDa2D9BCYykT-bq2PGHjEGi7pHRgysl/s1600/166396_1668378802660_1633031704_1505477_5457538_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbUivRxB5C3An3Mm2mdbfqESybvIhihAC8NNUF6VImA7GAjZrEW0nwWbnBepMA1VChxizf7VMP2yV1hU-cX6e7beMF1rh25XSzvcfSe-v0XY8SKgDa2D9BCYykT-bq2PGHjEGi7pHRgysl/s400/166396_1668378802660_1633031704_1505477_5457538_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701842145156562930" /></a><br />Sei tu venuta a turbare con il tuo ghigno impenitente il sabba della vita?<br /><br />Ph by <a href="http://www.giancarloamici.it/www.giancarloamici.it/home.html">GIANCARLO AMICI</a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-72753181219916478882012-01-23T07:54:00.002+01:002012-01-23T07:55:59.506+01:00In me smarrita ogni forma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbPPKfboPKds6fNF3HGRvYI6TocqzD_Pk_-UMwq90lfF10D70EC1fTKRbur1jUe1IaYFSQmXN_wujZkiFdT5QaR9sFNCBtumuipCkRB9kZwPRPcncoalmvgxBtnWArXJ_YwhqU9V7sSER/s1600/dammidoloreciboquotidiano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbPPKfboPKds6fNF3HGRvYI6TocqzD_Pk_-UMwq90lfF10D70EC1fTKRbur1jUe1IaYFSQmXN_wujZkiFdT5QaR9sFNCBtumuipCkRB9kZwPRPcncoalmvgxBtnWArXJ_YwhqU9V7sSER/s400/dammidoloreciboquotidiano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700717421903995906" /></a><br /><br />Ph by <a href="http://www.bunkher10.com/public/INDEX/index.htm">Giordano Marco Riboli</a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504239092987731331.post-3548279465339431362012-01-22T07:43:00.002+01:002012-01-22T07:44:18.292+01:00Quasi io fossi materia nuova tra le mie mani cieche...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFx5o48JWXZbBJueac2sn1wVSKYaz4u-ocO62UI231HUYxOOFzC5-frULiSqMAGPwbjTCFjS2LR_maF5Y-0Nj4CqFgkhGIM3KNCqYb2k-9ZK47c8kXlng66PE6kDjyS8Lck4qu2_AveF0o/s1600/marlalombardo.com.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFx5o48JWXZbBJueac2sn1wVSKYaz4u-ocO62UI231HUYxOOFzC5-frULiSqMAGPwbjTCFjS2LR_maF5Y-0Nj4CqFgkhGIM3KNCqYb2k-9ZK47c8kXlng66PE6kDjyS8Lck4qu2_AveF0o/s400/marlalombardo.com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700343512064792130" /></a>MARLA LOMBARDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577240009610784211noreply@blogger.com0