tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48481266060477889432024-03-13T22:28:14.460+01:00dialetticonpensare globale | parlare localeemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206780076451250699noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848126606047788943.post-37967537814724114012010-03-29T23:19:00.004+02:002017-01-27T13:44:58.387+01:00Straccali<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: #e6e6e6;">__________________</span><br /><b>similia tag</b> <span style="color: #b4b4b4;">|</span> <a alt="veneto" href="http://dialetticon.blogspot.com/2009/06/tirache.html" title="veneto"><b>tiràche</b></a></span>Susannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795915514094848881noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848126606047788943.post-53365903045547009122010-03-15T17:35:00.009+01:002017-01-27T13:44:34.814+01:00Pipinara<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrLJW7EZ61w/S55qLmibS4I/AAAAAAAACFA/7HjSuLZwdHI/s1600-h/pipinara.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrLJW7EZ61w/S55qLmibS4I/AAAAAAAACFA/7HjSuLZwdHI/s320/pipinara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448909346720926594" /></a>Pipinara = caos di bambini</div><div align="center"><br />Nelle Marche si usa dire così per indicare gran caos di bambini in giro per le strade o negli autobus:<br />"Canotte! Carzoncini e sandoletti! Dè' li marmocchi! La pipinara! Sempre pronta, a tutti li giuchetti!"</div>Susannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795915514094848881noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848126606047788943.post-48350502611158401072010-02-15T21:35:00.007+01:002017-01-27T13:44:20.385+01:00Sframicare<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxLUntkwesTdkKRwrJWsFP1fgVmsk3uiBbUlOU8bWp0qn5nEjxw-66qHGCwHjTo-2GzgOUTDESepucmXTD-JPl5TpAN9gSvENe0w34DqvUzx3YKzyajOhIlAM1KHT_mbQ0Xcvh_P9p-s/s1600-h/briciole.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 176px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438594514043105410" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxLUntkwesTdkKRwrJWsFP1fgVmsk3uiBbUlOU8bWp0qn5nEjxw-66qHGCwHjTo-2GzgOUTDESepucmXTD-JPl5TpAN9gSvENe0w34DqvUzx3YKzyajOhIlAM1KHT_mbQ0Xcvh_P9p-s/s320/briciole.jpg" border="0" /></a><div align="center">sframicare = fare molliche </div><div align="center">... mentre si mangia o si cucina... sbrigandosi... perchè ci sono sempre loro pronte a "pulire"!!!</div>Susannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795915514094848881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848126606047788943.post-90794060769433815072010-01-05T21:51:00.005+01:002017-01-27T13:44:05.088+01:00Sfriscio<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKn_UN9Xy78TCySR5JpXcRQt1VT31nTsWZjclmqkwncEj00BmVtBfFY-K_2_z8bze5NtrfYhSjlxd6n0TYAqdU8edvRKvh_WMIB_mWoHqiOuaO9_u3jxlYb3aldn08jZHYRlL4YKVGVs/s1600-h/graffio.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 308px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361700388950130" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKn_UN9Xy78TCySR5JpXcRQt1VT31nTsWZjclmqkwncEj00BmVtBfFY-K_2_z8bze5NtrfYhSjlxd6n0TYAqdU8edvRKvh_WMIB_mWoHqiOuaO9_u3jxlYb3aldn08jZHYRlL4YKVGVs/s320/graffio.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sfriscio = Graffio</div><div align="center">Dalle mie parti si chiama così.... il graffio del gatto, di una chiave sulla carrozzeria di un auto, di un'unghia su una lavagna...</div>Susannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795915514094848881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848126606047788943.post-398748317027633572010-01-02T11:25:00.006+01:002017-01-27T13:44:04.988+01:00Cazz'impero<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuO97AbSJLZvKjRuWWvsWV3cEkC76e0q8AC3U-3KNt5dwx7j5BMNegZUSs5tA3RSipDC8ZJnEjnH99wlI93fSX7X-DVbREPSbigQ9L0W5M30tEDL80Yd0TAP0tljnIAiBxv_lbeS8-Q8/s1600-h/pinzi.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuO97AbSJLZvKjRuWWvsWV3cEkC76e0q8AC3U-3KNt5dwx7j5BMNegZUSs5tA3RSipDC8ZJnEjnH99wlI93fSX7X-DVbREPSbigQ9L0W5M30tEDL80Yd0TAP0tljnIAiBxv_lbeS8-Q8/s320/pinzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422087470627492194" border="0" /></a>Cazz'impero = pinzimonio<br />... anche lo zio d'America, che l'italiano lo parlava ormai poco, ricordava la simpatica associazione tra la leggera pietanza e <span style="font-style: italic;">avetecapitocosa</span>!</div>Susannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795915514094848881noreply@blogger.com3