tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66305519927927921252011-12-23T05:15:51.581-08:00Marco Frattolahttps://profiles.google.com/107395965646421915810noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-26386764322597668712011-04-29T00:54:00.000-07:002011-04-29T01:40:17.039-07:00<div><br /></div> <div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trotta, trotta, al me cavall,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">andarum a Ciaravall;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ciaravall l’è trop luntan,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">g’andarum incò e d’man</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">incò e d’man e d’manpassa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mangiarum la turta grassa;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">la turta grassa di pignô,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">canta, canta, ronsignô;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ronsignô dla bella cua,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">to so l‘nein e va a cà tua.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Trotta, trotta il mio cavallo,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ce ne andremo a Chiaravalle;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Chiaravalle è troppo lontana,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ci andremo oggi e domani</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">oggi e domani e dopodomani</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">mangeremo la torta grassa;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">la torta grassa di pinoli,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">canta, canta, oh usignolo;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">usignolo dalla bella coda,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">prenditi il bimbo e va a casa tua.<br /><br />--<br />(grazie a Zia Laura come fonte!)<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-2638676432259766871?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Frattolahttps://profiles.google.com/107395965646421915810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-50812207173697811962008-06-11T08:03:00.000-07:002008-06-11T08:20:27.729-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKRoUrqC_3k/SE_poAVun_I/AAAAAAAAACk/QrzZc6aZgXM/s1600-h/dalbalcon.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKRoUrqC_3k/SE_poAVun_I/AAAAAAAAACk/QrzZc6aZgXM/s400/dalbalcon.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210640167386128370" /></a><br /><br />- Siur Francesco!!<br />- Dica Signora Maria!<br />- Ma 'so pèr... la 'sta mia bei?? Ghè tutt serè porti e finestri, a ien du dè cal veigna mia fora ad cà!!!...<br />- No, Signora, non si preoccupi: è andato al mare un paio di giorni, torna domani!!<br />- Oh Signur!! L'ha gà da scusemm, la seva mia!!!<br />- Ma s'immagini, anzi... grazie!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Mentre passavo sotto la balconata della casa di mio padre... sembra quasi strano trovare vicini di casa affezionati.)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-5081220717369781196?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FFrancesconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-42035778123019686322007-08-05T16:06:00.000-07:002007-08-05T16:17:19.578-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKRoUrqC_3k/RrZaCZ6aPCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-cjm_OVosmQ/s1600-h/tordaldom.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKRoUrqC_3k/RrZaCZ6aPCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-cjm_OVosmQ/s400/tordaldom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095359025778408482" /></a><br /><br />"(...) un gran brütt om:<br />qul c’ha fatt mürä la gabbia<br />là in sla turr dal nostar Dom;<br />qul c’ha fatt piantä cl’arlia<br />propria in front a un caplavor,<br />cme la sgiaffa d’una spia<br />in sla fassia a un om d’onor."<br /><br />(Valente Faustini “La gabbia dla Tôr dal Dom”)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-4203577812301968632?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FFrancesconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-30077377776570261332007-08-02T15:09:00.001-07:002007-08-02T15:09:03.361-07:00<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sbarrax/79491850/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/79491850_2a2fc1df73.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sbarrax/79491850/">IMGP0299</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sbarrax/">sbarrax</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> trotta trotta al me caval<br />c'andrum a ciaraval<br /><br />ciaraval le' cme' luntan...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-3007737777657026133?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Frattolahttps://profiles.google.com/107395965646421915810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-25932528421822365482007-05-03T14:30:00.000-07:002007-05-03T14:41:03.105-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKRoUrqC_3k/RjpWDPlI1aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-_ZKB08GbCI/s1600-h/salam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKRoUrqC_3k/RjpWDPlI1aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-_ZKB08GbCI/s320/salam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060451745026069922" border="0" /></a><br />I mè amur, gli amis,<br />e dü fät äd salam.<br />Signür, ta ringrasi.<br /><br />1 maggio 2007, Pietra Parcellara.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-2593252842182236548?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FFrancesconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-1625154254603009182007-03-28T13:02:00.000-07:002007-03-29T09:59:31.233-07:00iar sìira ho mangè da mé méer i <span style="font-weight: bold;">buslanein</span>...<br />quant ricòord... a l'infansia, quand mé nona am purtéva al "Bal di bambein" in Santa Maria ad Campagna...<br /><br />parché l'è proprìi lèmò cas ciapévan, fora d'la ciesa, in cl'ucasion<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">qualcd'oi g'va ancura?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-162515425460300918?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Frattolahttps://profiles.google.com/107395965646421915810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630551992792792125.post-33487184207086625612007-03-28T08:09:00.000-07:002007-03-28T08:20:42.860-07:00Alura, vuriva scriiv in piasintein un blog.<br />A l'é mia ca sappia bein al dialet, e tral chinmera am sa ca l'è ancura pussè dificil<br /><br />A sun mia un piasintein dal sas tan me i mè non, e sum carsì a San Lazar<br /><br />Sò zamò cag'saràan di'erur, e di robi ca van mia bein, ma...<br />ma un toc dal mistèer ad la cunservassion al sta, par mè coint, in dal prué... sìi d'acordi?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630551992792792125-3348718420708662561?l=caldiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Frattolahttps://profiles.google.com/107395965646421915810noreply@blogger.com2