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Il leader dei Nationals David Littleproud ha annunciato che il suo partito lascerà la coalizione con i liberali, in seguito a divergenze sul disegno di legge contro i crimini d'odio.

Listen to Christian Esguerra's wide-ranging interview with Senate President Tito Sotto.

Vorresti ricevere notizie, saluti, auguri dalle Apostole della Vita Interiore?Lasciaci i tuoi contatti cliccando il link qui sotto e con la nostra nuova rubrica digitale potremo raggiungerti.https://www.it.apostlesofil.com/database/- Premi il tasto PLAY per ascoltare la catechesi del giorno e condividi con altri se vuoi -+ Dal Vangelo secondo Marco +In quel tempo, di sabato Gesù passava fra campi di grano e i suoi discepoli, mentre camminavano, si misero a cogliere le spighe.I farisei gli dicevano: "Guarda! Perché fanno in giorno di sabato quello che non è lecito?". Ed egli rispose loro: "Non avete mai letto quello che fece Davide quando si trovò nel bisogno e lui e i suoi compagni ebbero fame? Sotto il sommo sacerdote Abiatàr, entrò nella casa di Dio e mangiò i pani dell'offerta, che non è lecito mangiare se non ai sacerdoti, e ne diede anche ai suoi compagni!".E diceva loro: "Il sabato è stato fatto per l'uomo e non l'uomo per il sabato! Perciò il Figlio dell'uomo è signore anche del sabato".Parola del Signore.

Giannina the Cat Giannina the cat lived in a house with a garden. The garden wall bordered a park where children gathered to play. The town was small but charming — from the windowsills of the houses, pots of geraniums and petunias tumbled down like colorful cascades. Her owner, Signora Mafalda, often took her around the town center. All the children knew her, and whenever they spotted her, they would run over and shower her with affection. Giannina was quite the little rascal. During the day she loved chasing lizards, hunting insects, butterflies, and anything that moved. To rest, she would stretch out in the sun on the warm stones, then cool off among the blades of grass. In the garden, among the pomegranate tree, the lemon tree, and the olive with its silvery leaves, she and Mafalda spent their afternoons playing together. But one day, Mafalda began to notice something strange. Giannina would leap to catch her prey, but she kept missing and ending up in the rose bushes. "Ow, ow, ow! I've pricked myself and my tail is tangled in the branches!" she meowed. She barely managed to dodge trees she used to climb with ease. She reached her food and water bowls with an uncertain gait. Worried, Mafalda took her to the Veterinarian. After listening to the little cat's strange adventures, the Doctor smiled and delivered his verdict with a wise air: "This little kitty can't see well. She needs glasses." No sooner said than done — in the blink of an eye, the veterinarian searched through a display case full of frames for pets and, finding the perfect one, exclaimed: "Here we are — a pair of glasses fit for an elegant lady!" As soon as they were placed on Giannina's sweet little snout, the cat looked around in wonder. She could see everything so clearly! She rubbed against the Veterinarian's legs and leaped into Mafalda's arms as if to thank her. The Doctor, touched by her sweetness, gave her a special gift: a golden chain with a small pearl at its center that glowed with its own light. Whispering, he told her: "If you close your eyes and touch this pearl with your little nose, you will gain magical powers that only you will have. They will help you help others." Giannina thought that perhaps this Veterinarian was also a Wizard, but she said nothing to Mafalda. It was a secret between her and the strange Doctor. On the way home, people turned to look at her, thinking: that cat seems mysterious — there's something glimmering around her. At home, Giannina's first wish was to climb onto a chair and gaze out the window. The flowers shone in their colors, and even the grass was a brilliant green, as if covered in dew. She smiled, happier than ever. Mafalda, sharing in her joy, decided to take her to the park. They arrived in no time. Squirrels scampered through the trees, birds sang as they flew from branch to branch. Small creatures popped out everywhere, and the children followed them with curiosity — they ran alongside the lizards, leaped with the butterflies dancing in the air, while red ladybugs landed on their skin like good luck charms. After chases, slides, and ring-around-the-rosy, the children sat down on the grass for their snack. From their colorful backpacks came tasty treats. That's when they arrived. "Vriiip! Vriiip! Vriiip!" At full speed, a platoon of ants zoomed in on rumbling mini-motorcycles. They wore shiny little helmets on their heads, round goggles over their eyes, and tiny boots on their feet. They braked sharply in front of the children, raising little clouds of dust. "Make way! We're here too!" shouted the lead ant, lifting her visor. "Can we collect the crumbs?" The children burst out laughing. "Yes, yes! Munch all the crumbs you want!" The ants parked their mini-motorcycles in a neat row, removed their helmets with theatrical gestures, and got to work carrying crumbs twice their size, singing a little marching song. In this joyful atmosphere, Giannina and Mafalda strolled along the pathways. And suddenly, as they passed, the trees bent their branches in a bow and their leaves rustled in greeting. The roses in the flower beds opened their petals and began to sing. The lizards beat their tails on the ground like drums: "Rattatatà! Rattatatà!" And the millipedes started tap dancing to the lively rhythm. "Oh my, what a wonderful commotion!" exclaimed Giannina, who was beginning to feel a mysterious aura around her. She couldn't help but think of the Wizard Veterinarian. What could these magical powers be? And what would happen if she touched the pearl with her little nose? She told Mafalda, who was carrying a book of fairy tales under her arm. They looked at each other and, understanding instantly, seized the moment. Giannina gathered the children in a circle. Some came quickly, others more shy joined in slowly. The ants too, their bellies full, put on their mini helmets again, did one last rumbling lap on their motorcycles, then climbed off and approached the group. It was the right moment. Giannina closed her eyes and touched the magic pearl with her little nose. A golden spark flashed in the air. She took the book from Mafalda's hands, opened it, and chose the tale that seemed to be waiting for her, glowing among the pages. In a gentle voice, she began to read. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who lived in the woods. He kept tripping over tree roots and pebbles. At school, he made mistakes reading letters and numbers, so he didn't want to go anymore. When the teacher saw his drawings, she said: 'Well done!' His mom and dad said the same: 'Well done!' But to him, the colors seemed faded. The truth was, he couldn't see well, but instead of saying so, he would run away and hide in a burrow beneath a talking tree. And the tree, with the rustle of its leaves, whispered a secret: talk to your parents. So he did, and they helped him get glasses. And the world became beautiful again." Giannina closed the book. She understood: with the magic pearl, she could read the hearts of children, discovering emotions and secrets waiting to be brought to light. "You know," she said to her little listeners, "not long ago, I couldn't see well either. But I put on these glasses and poof! The world became clearer and more beautiful." A boy approached her, almost embarrassed, and whispered in her ear: "Maybe I need them too, like you." Giannina gently stroked him. "I helped you open your heart. Now talk to your parents, and everything will be fine." Just then, a little rabbit appeared suddenly from the bushes. He came up to Giannina, hugged her, and said: "You are magically magical!" And — you won't believe it — that little rabbit was wearing a lovely pair of colorful glasses. From that day on, Giannina took the children of the town by the paw, teaching them to believe in themselves and to have confidence. She became the mascot with the magic glasses, and everyone wanted to wear them just like her. But the true wonder was how she now saw the world from her window: brighter, more colorful, more alive. And every evening, before falling asleep, she would touch the pearl with her little nose and smile, knowing that the next day she would help someone else see the world with new eyes. It almost seemed like it had been a dream. But as we know, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand. _— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli_ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

LEOPOLDO'S SECRET LIBRARYSome people are strange — they like to spend their evenings reading books.Others are even stranger — they believe in the magic found between pages, in fantastical adventures, in stories of impossible love, in ghosts that walk among the living, and they think that everything that doesn't exist — maybe does after all.In short, this story is for those who are a little strange, like you and me — you know, for those who.So… listen.If you take the road up the hill from the center of town, you'll find an old and noble villa, one that has been there for a very long time. It must be about 350 years now that it has stood there in silence, watching and breathing softly beneath the Tuscan sky.Enormous rooms filled with history, endless corridors, and windows as large as dreams — but now, instead of porcelain plates and figurines, it gives us stories on paper for those who wish to read them.Yes, now it's the town library — a bit out of the way, but so beautiful. Well, you can't have everything.Now, on a summer night, wrapped in a blanket of stars and the soft glow of delicate lanterns, the villa had filled with voices, music, smiles, and so many stories told and heard, spoken aloud or whispered, intertwining in the embrace of the celebration.A special evening already, no doubt, but pay attention, because something even more unusual was about to happen.Yes, because Elisa was there too. Eyes as wide as the sky, hair as dark as the night, and a book in her hand — as always.Despite everything happening around her, Elisa preferred to read.She was there, in the main corridor: between the garden and the inner courtyard, halfway between the certain and the perhaps, sitting in an armchair a little too big for her, lost in a mysterious and captivating story — in a world all her own.She turns a page, then another, adjusts her yellow glasses, and turns another page…When slowly, the echo of piano music reached her ears.She didn't pay much attention. Thinking it came from the courtyard, she turned another page — and then another.But before long she realized that the notes she heard were not coming from the villa's courtyard but from one of its corridors — carried by a gentle breeze, from faraway places outside of time.Without thinking too much, Elisa rose silently, tucked her book under her arm, and followed the music.She crossed ancient corridors and rooms with shelves full of volumes of every size and color imaginable — rainbows of thoughts and words lined up one by one that seemed to never end.As the music grew stronger, the light faded, the rooms she passed through began to appear forgotten, the stone stairs she climbed and descended worn by time, the side corridors were now dark passages lit only by torches on the walls, appearing and disappearing in the darkness like breaths.A staircase, a wooden door left ajar, another passage, another staircase, and still more rooms and shelves and books without end.Then, suddenly, a mist covered the floor like a gentle tide, and there, before her, a heavy curtain — half open.A little light showed through, and a few small wooden steps.She climbed them, those little stairs, and the music wrapped around her like an embrace.On the stage, candles floated in the air like fireflies on a timeless night. And there, at the center, seated before a tiny piano, was a mouse.But not just any mouse.Leopoldo wore a dark green tweed jacket, brown trousers pressed with care, and on his little snout, golden spectacles that gleamed with ancient and gentle wisdom.His fingers danced on the keys as if they were telling a secret."Welcome, Elisa," he said, without stopping his playing. "I've been waiting for you."Elisa blinked, enchanted. "How do you know my name?""Ah," Leopoldo smiled, letting the last note fade softly into the air, "those who love stories always recognize those who seek them."He stood, adjusted his jacket with an elegant gesture, and looked at her with eyes full of stars."Do you know where you are?""In the town library," Elisa answered, but her voice trembled a little, as if she knew the answer was something else."That one everyone knows," said Leopoldo, stepping down slowly from the stage. "Every town has one that everyone knows. But every town also has another — one that almost no one finds."He paused, his eyes gleaming."You have found the second."Leopoldo led her toward a large wooden door that Elisa could have sworn wasn't there a moment before. It opened slowly, without a sound, like a sigh held too long.And what she saw took her breath away.Endless shelves climbed upward, descended downward, stretched in every direction like spirals of galaxies made of paper and dreams. Candles floated everywhere, illuminating books that seemed to breathe, to pulse softly, like sleeping hearts."What is this place?" Elisa whispered."This," said Leopoldo, walking among the shelves, "is the library of books never written."Elisa followed, confused. "Books never written? But how can they exist?"Leopoldo stopped, turned, and looked at her with infinite gentleness."Every story ever dreamed exists, Elisa. Every adventure imagined before sleep. Every tale thought but never put to paper. They all live here, at the border between the world and the dream, waiting."They stopped before a shelf.Leopoldo pointed to a small book, bound in blue like a summer sky."Touch it," he said softly.Elisa reached out, hesitant, and brushed the cover.A gentle warmth passed through her fingers. And for an instant — just an instant — she heard a child's laughter, saw a dragon made of clouds, and a castle built of pillows and blankets."This," said Leopoldo, "was the dream of a six-year-old boy. A story he told his teddy bear every night. He never wrote it down. But it exists. You see? It exists."Elisa smiled, her heart light.They walked on, through corridors of silent stories, until Leopoldo stopped before another book.This one was different. Larger, bound in dark leather, with golden letters that seemed to tremble."And this one?" asked Elisa, quietly."This one," said Leopoldo, and his voice grew soft as a caress, "belonged to a grandmother."Elisa touched it.And she felt something different.Not laughter, this time. But a warm, distant voice, telling of a brave little girl who crossed an enchanted forest to bring light to a forgotten village."It was the story she wanted to leave her grandchildren," Leopoldo explained. "But time… time sometimes runs faster than dreams. She didn't have time to write it."Elisa felt her eyes sting."But it's here," she whispered."It's here," Leopoldo confirmed. "Forever."They continued walking, in silence, until they reached a shelf unlike the others.It was nearly empty. Only a few books, spaced apart, and so many open spaces, waiting.At the center, a book without a title.The cover was white, clean, like freshly fallen snow, like a page waiting for its first mark."May I?" asked Elisa.Leopoldo nodded.She touched it.Nothing. No warmth. No voice. Only silence. But a full silence, like a breath held."This book is empty," said Elisa, surprised."Not yet written," Leopoldo corrected. "Not even dreamed. Not yet. It waits for someone to find the courage to imagine it."He turned toward her, and his eyes shone like the candles floating around them."Perhaps it waits for you. Perhaps it waits for someone else. But it waits."Elisa stood still, looking at that white book.And she understood.She understood that every story she had ever imagined, every adventure invented before sleep, every dream she thought lost upon waking, existed somewhere.And she understood something else.That you don't have to be afraid to write.Because stories already exist — in the heart, in the mind, in dreams. Putting them on paper is not creating them from nothing. It is only opening a door and letting them out."I have to go, don't I?" said Elisa, softly.Leopoldo smiled. "Your world awaits you. But now you know this place exists. And you know that every story you dream will always have a place here, whether you write it or not."He paused."But if you do write it," he added with a sly smile, "it can live out there too. And that, my dear, is another kind of magic."Elisa found herself back in the villa's corridor, sitting in the armchair a little too big for her, the book still under her arm.The celebration went on, voices and music and laughter, as if no time had passed at all.But something had changed.She had changed.She opened the book she had been reading, looked at the pages, and smiled.Then she closed it.Because now she knew that the most beautiful stories are not only the ones we read.They are the ones we carry inside, the ones we dream with our eyes open, and the ones that one day, with a little courage, we dare to tell.— This story was written by Marco Ciappelli for "Storie Sotto Le Stelle"  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Niente regali sotto l'albero: nella giornata numero 17 della Serie A infatti le big non fanno sconti. Vincono Juventus, Milan e Napoli. Facciamo il punto con Sandro Sabatini.Entriamo più nel dettaglio: Max Gallo ci racconta il successo degli uomini di Conte maturato pochi minuti fa a Cremona. A seguire Carlo Pellegatti ci parla del netto 3-0 con cui il Milan ha battuto il Verona, mentre Max Nerozzi ci riporta a Pisa, dove ieri sera la Juve ha espugnato, non senza soffrire, l'Arena Garibaldi.Male invece la Fiorentina: la squadra di Vanoli, dopo il successo casalingo contro l'Udinese, cade a Parma e resta all'ultimo posto della classifica. Andiamo a vedere cosa ne pensa Dario Baldi.Spostiamoci poi a Bergamo da Franco Vanni. Stasera è infatti in programma il big match di giornata tra Atalanta e Inter. Gli uomini di Chivu devono vincere se vogliono riprendersi il primo posto.Riavvolgiamo il nastro e torniamo a ieri pomeriggio. L'Udinese agguanta la Lazio al minuto 95 e non mancano le polemiche sulla rete dell'1-1. Sentiamo Stefano Pantano.Infine andiamo da Niccolò Ceccarini per capire cosa potrebbe cambiare a gennaio nelle rose di Serie A quando mancano ormai pochi giorni all'inizio del calciomercato.

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È arrivato il Natale e con lui tutte le tradizioni che caratterizzano questo periodo dell'anno. Dal Portogallo alla Francia, dalla Romania fino ad arrivare a casa nostra. Grazie al contributo dei colleghi della rete di Euranet Plus abbiamo fatto un giro per l'Europa alla scoperta delle tradizioni natalizie più curiose.

In aflevering 446 van D-Tales staan we uitgebreid stil bij het overlijden van Imagineer Eddie Sotto. Ralf en Jorn kijken terug op zijn werk en leven en de onuitwisbare indruk die hij heeft achtergelaten! D-Tales steunen? Word Donalteur! https://petjeaf.com/d-tales 01:52 Nieuwe Donateurs

The Arctic Circle outpost is buzzing with holiday magic as Santa delivers his verdict on naughty and nice, and shares a message of kindness and peace for the holiday season ahead. - Il Circolo Polare Artico è animato dalla magia delle feste, mentre Babbo Natale esprime il suo verdetto sui bambini buoni e cattivi e condivide un messaggio di gentilezza e pace per le festività natalizie.

Oggi parliamo di evasione fiscale, negozi pieni per lo shopping natalizio e località di montagna sold-out. Poi torniamo in Ucraina, sotto le bombe russe anche alla vigilia di Natale, e infine parliamo di sanità. ... Per iscriverti al canale Whatsapp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Va7X7C4DjiOmdBGtOL3z Per iscriverti al canale Telegram: https://t.me/notizieacolazione Qui per provare MF GPT ... Gli altri podcast di Class Editori: https://milanofinanza.it/podcast Musica https://www.bensound.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Arctic Circle outpost is buzzing with holiday magic as Santa delivers his verdict on naughty and nice, and shares a message of kindness and peace for the holiday season ahead. - Il Circolo Polare Artico è animato dalla magia delle feste, mentre Babbo Natale esprime il suo verdetto sui bambini buoni e cattivi e condivide un messaggio di gentilezza e pace per le festività natalizie.

Andromeda presenta "Luna sotto venere" su Radio Delta 1 con Daniele Di Ianni.

Dopo Dickens, "l'uomo che ha inventato il Natale", libri, romanzi, fiabe contribuirono a costruire un nuovo universo sentimentale e commerciale. Come dimostrano queste storie diverse, di bontà premiata ma anche di invidie e vendette. Fallite, naturalmente, sennò che Natale sarebbe? Neve, strenne e storie di Natale a cura di Mara Barbuni, Croce Ci sono anche altri podcast del Post: la rassegna stampa Morning, le Altre Indagini di Stefano Nazzi, gli approfondimenti di Francesco Costa su Wilson, e molti altri che parlano di scienza, esteri, linguaggio. E poi c'è quello su Sanremo. Sono i podcast dedicati a chi ha un abbonamento al Post, che a Natale ⁠puoi regalare, o farti regalare⁠. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Nel The Essential di lunedì 22 dicembre, Chiara Piotto parla di: 00:00 gli USA continuano a sequestrare petroliere in Venezuela; 03:50 cosa è emerso sui nuovi file rivelati dal caso Jeffrey Epstein; 07:30 il cambio di sesso al cittadino italiano più giovane di sempre (13 anni). Questo episodio è offerto da Poste Italiane: https://www.poste.it/?STZ=DPR5173 A Natale regala Will Makers con il 30% di sconto: https://makers.willmedia.it/ Iscriviti a Spinelli, la newsletter di Will che racconta l'UE da Bruxelles: https://spinelliwillmedia.substack.com/  Iscriviti ai corsi 100% online in Digital Journalism e Branded Storytelling della New Media Academy, la scuola di Chora e Will! Ultimi posti disponibili, scopri il programma e i docenti su ⁠⁠⁠https://newmediacademy.com/⁠⁠⁠ o scrivici a ⁠⁠⁠info@newmediacademy.com⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Show #271 features hosts Dave Bossert and Aljon Go as they remember former Disney Imagineering SVP Sotto with a replay of their June 2022 interview. They also chat about their favorite films and series of 2025 and share the latest Disney travel deal.Pre-order the book today - ⁠The Art of John Canemaker: An Animator's Garden by The Old Mill Press, Inc Books - Indiegogo⁠We are now on Patreon! Click this link to support the show -⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Skull Rock Podcast | Join our crew! | Patreon. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Skull Rock Podcast is powered by Riverside.fm. Click⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and start making great podcasts today!Visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠theoldmillpress.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Faceboook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠|⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠X/Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ |⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ |⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠-⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Aljon Go (aljongo) - Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - Aljon's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Dining at Disney Podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - Sorcerer Radio - All Disney Music, All Day Long ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SRSounds.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - E-mail: aljon@skullrockpodcast.com ||⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Dave Bossert (@dave_bossert) • Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - Email dave@skullrockpodcast.com. For behind-the-scenes stories and articles, visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠davidbossert.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Shop using our Amazon affiliate ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. The Skull Rock Podcast is one of the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠best Disney podcasts you must follow (feedspot.com)⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. LISTEN to Dave's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠"Tunes Behind the Toons" segment on Sirius/XM's Disney Hits channel 133⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Special link: Bob Weis with Jody Maberry - Bob shared a Christmas story from his childhood that centered on his father. Every year, his father would pull out the same magazine and read the same story aloud. It became a tradition the whole family looked forward to. ⁠A Holiday Celebration Complete With a Santa Sighting⁠

S. 3 Ep. 62 - Capire cosa succede dentro di te e come non farti portare via Sotto stress perdiamo presenza, lucidità e scelta.
Non perché siamo deboli, ma perché il nostro cervello entra in modalità sopravvivenza. In questo episodio parliamo di mindfulness senza spiritualese,
con un tono diretto e concreto,
supportato da neuroscienze, psicologia e dagli studi di Jon Kabat-Zinn.

Questo il titolo del libro di Erika Puzone: la conosciamo su Radio Delta 1 con Stefania D'Alonzo.

Where has Santa Claus gone?Once upon a time there was Santa Claus's Village — but Santa Claus wasn't there. He had been missing for days and days… actually for months. Who would prepare and deliver gifts to the children as they did every year?That part of the North Pole which was usually very busy had become strangely silent — not an Elf could be seen around, no sounds of bells, the sleighs were covered in snow and all the reindeer dozed about confused.If you looked into his house you couldn't see a trace of life. The fireplace cold, the rocking chair covered in cobwebs, an empty cup on the wooden table and a candle stub burnt out long ago.Many were the rumours that had spread about Santa Claus's absence. Some said he was on another planet in a far, far away galaxy, some on the Moon, some on the vast oceans — and someone even said he had opened a bakery in Buenos Aires.The mystery was thick. Nobody could make sense of it and everything was silent and still.Meanwhile, many miles away, in the Southern Seas, a group of seagulls who spent their days fluttering above the bay spotted a small sailing boat in the distance. There was only one sailor on board who was hoisting the main sail up the creaking mast.The eldest seagull couldn't believe his eyes. He did a couple of acrobatics in the air, pulled out his spyglass, looked more carefully and said: "But I know him! That sailor comes from distant lands!"Turning to the other seagulls he told them: "One day, during one of my long journeys, I lost my way and found myself on the frozen rooftops of a village at the North Pole. I landed right on the house of that long-bearded man you see on the boat. He heard me calling for help, came to fetch me, fed me and told me about his work. I think this meeting has something magical about it. Our next adventure is about to begin."Gliding down, they headed towards the boat and all landed on the bow. The seagull and the sailor greeted each other like old friends.Shortly after, a group of dolphins arrived near the sailing boat, curious. They swam in circles around the boat, jumping out of the water.The youngest dolphin noticed something strange. "Look! Wood shavings are coming out of the hold and floating! And you can see little lights below deck."The long-bearded sailor smiled. "Come," he said in a warm voice, "I'll show you what I've done all these months."He opened the hatch to the hold and inside, by the light of two swaying lanterns, you could see a floating workshop full of wonders. With a sharp plane he had worked pieces of wood recovered from the sea, transforming them into toys — and he had done the same with shells, coconuts, cork stoppers, glass bottles, starfish and golden threads that had arrived from who knows where."I travelled to learn new ways of bringing joy," the sailor explained. "But there's so much work to do and Christmas is coming. Would you help me finish?"And so they all set to work together. The dolphins brought special shells from the bottom of the sea. The seagulls gathered coloured feathers. The objects transformed into gifts were placed in large canvas sacks.The days passed quickly.On the first of December the captain, wearing his red warm hat with his pipe in his mouth, looked at the starry sky and said: "It's time to leave."The dolphins lifted the sailing boat until it rose above the waves. The sails filled with wind and it took flight, whilst the flock of seagulls guided it through the clouds following dreams. Together they continued the journey heading north, flying through the endless blue.Night fell quickly and in the sky full of stars one shone brighter than all the others. It was the North Star which with its light accompanied the sailing boat's descent to earth.By magic, as it approached the village, the sailing boat transformed into a sleigh loaded with gifts. The presents built in the hold arrived in the workshop to be delivered together with all the other parcels.When it landed on the roof of his house, a tinkling of bells was heard in the distance. The Elves looked out of their doors and shouted: "It's him! It's him! It's Santa Claus! He's back!"The red-nosed reindeer woke up suddenly and began polishing the sleighs, decorating them with bows and coloured pine cones.Life in the village awakened all at once. The tree branches shook as if they were being tickled. A group of penguins, who had arrived at the North Pole to lend a hand, sliding on the ice sheets at great speed, ended up inside snowdrifts and came out like bouncing balls.“You are so funny! We'll hang you on the Christmas tree as decorations!" the village animals shouted.But the penguins, freeing themselves from the snow, ran towards Santa Claus's house to help with the preparations.In the village absolutely everyone got moving. The reindeer rushed to the Post Office and filled the sacks with letters, then carried them to the workshop. The Elves with the help of the penguins were ready for work.That morning, when the bells rang out in celebration, foxes, squirrels, hares and bears came running from every corner of the forest to celebrate Santa Claus's return. There was so much to do for the joy of all the children in the world.The air smelt of fir trees and homemade biscuits. The Christmas trees sparkled with icicles like stars. The animals chased each other happily with their noses turned upwards.The preparations began in earnest. Throughout the month of December they worked together — saws that sang, hammers that played, coloured paper that flew. Santa Claus told stories of his journey whilst he hammered and sanded.And when the 24th of December arrived, everything was ready. The presents were loaded onto the sleigh and Santa Claus set off on his most important journey.The seagulls flew away towards new horizons, leaving their footprints on the snowy rooftops.Since that Christmas it is said that Santa Claus never left the North Pole again."What if it was only a tale? Is it true, or not? The final decision is yours!" — Written by Lucia & Marco CiappelliFor the Italian version and many more stories to read and listen to: https://www.storiesottolestelle.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Dov'è andato Babbo Natale?C'era una volta il Villaggio di Babbo Natale — ma Babbo Natale non c'era. Era ormai sparito da giorni e giorni… anzi da mesi. Chi avrebbe preparato e consegnato i doni ai bambini come ogni anno?Quella parte del Polo Nord che di solito era molto movimentata, era diventata stranamente silenziosa — non si vedeva un Elfo in giro, niente suoni di campanelli, le slitte erano coperte di neve e tutte le renne sonnecchiavano confuse.Se guardavi nella sua casa non vedevi una traccia di vita. Il caminetto spento, la sedia a dondolo con le ragnatele, una tazza vuota sul tavolo di legno e un mozzicone di candela consumato da troppo tempo.Tante erano le voci che si erano sparse riguardo all'assenza di Babbo Natale. C'era chi diceva che si trovasse su un altro pianeta in una galassia lontana lontana, chi sulla Luna, chi sugli oceani immensi — e addirittura qualcuno diceva che aveva aperto una pasticceria a Buenos Aires.Il mistero era fitto. Nessuno se ne faceva una ragione e tutto era silenzioso e immobile.Nel frattempo, a molti chilometri di distanza, nei Mari del Sud, un gruppo di gabbiani che passavano le giornate a svolazzare sopra la baia avvistarono in lontananza un piccolo veliero. C'era solo un marinaio a bordo che stava issando sull'albero maestro scricchiolante la vela principale.Il gabbiano più anziano non poteva credere ai suoi occhi. Fece un paio di acrobazie nell'aria, tirò fuori il suo cannocchiale, guardò meglio e disse: "Ma io quello lo conosco! Quel marinaio viene da terre lontane!"Rivolgendosi agli altri gabbiani raccontò: "Un giorno, durante uno dei miei lunghi viaggi, persi la rotta e mi ritrovai sui tetti ghiacciati di un villaggio al Polo Nord. Atterrai proprio sulla casa di quell'uomo dalla lunga barba che vedete sulla barca. Lui mi sentì chiedere aiuto, venne a prendermi, mi nutrì e mi raccontò del suo lavoro. Secondo me questo incontro ha qualcosa di magico. La nostra prossima avventura sta per cominciare."Planando, si diressero verso la barca e atterrarono tutti sulla prua. Il gabbiano e il marinaio si salutarono come vecchi amici.Poco dopo, un gruppo di delfini arrivò vicino al veliero incuriositi. Nuotavano in cerchio intorno alla barca, saltando fuori dall'acqua.Il più giovane dei delfini notò qualcosa di strano. "Guardate! Dalla stiva escono trucioli di legno che galleggiano! E si vedono delle lucine sotto coperta."Il marinaio dalla lunga barba sorrise. "Venite," disse con voce calda, "vi mostro cosa ho fatto in tutti questi mesi."Aprì il portello della stiva e dentro, alla luce di due lanterne dondolanti, si vedeva un laboratorio galleggiante pieno di meraviglie. Con una pialla ben affilata aveva lavorato pezzi di legno recuperati in mare trasformandoli in giocattoli — e così aveva fatto anche con conchiglie, noci di cocco, tappi di sughero, bottiglie di vetro, stelle marine e fili dorati arrivati da chissà dove."Ho viaggiato per imparare nuovi modi di portare gioia," spiegò il marinaio. "Ma il lavoro è tanto e il Natale si avvicina. Mi aiutereste a finire?"E così tutti insieme si misero all'opera. I delfini portavano dal fondo del mare conchiglie speciali. I gabbiani raccoglievano piume colorate. Gli oggetti trasformati in doni furono messi in grossi sacchi di tela.I giorni passarono veloci.Il primo di Dicembre il capitano, indossato il suo rosso e caldo cappello e con la pipa in bocca, guardò il cielo stellato e disse: "È tempo di partire."I delfini sollevarono il veliero finché si alzò sopra le onde. Le vele si gonfiarono al vento e prese il volo, mentre lo stormo di gabbiani lo guidò tra le nuvole seguendo i sogni. Insieme continuarono il viaggio dirigendosi verso nord, volando nell'azzurro infinito.La notte arrivò veloce e nel cielo pieno di stelle una brillava più di tutte. Era la stella polare che con la sua luce accompagnava la discesa del veliero sulla terra.Per magia, nell'avvicinarsi al villaggio, il veliero si trasformò in una slitta super carica di doni. I regali costruiti nella stiva arrivarono nel laboratorio per essere consegnati insieme a tutti gli altri pacchetti.Quando atterrò sul tetto della sua casa, un tintinnio di campanelli si sentì in lontananza. Gli Elfi si affacciarono sulle porte e gridarono: "È lui! È lui! È Babbo Natale! È tornato!"Le renne dal naso rosso si svegliarono di colpo e cominciarono a lucidare le slitte, addobbandole di fiocchi e pigne colorate.La vita nel villaggio si risvegliò tutta insieme. I rami degli alberi si scuotevano come se avessero il solletico. Un gruppo di pinguini, approdati al Polo Nord per dare una mano, scivolando sulle lastre di ghiaccio a grande velocità, finirono dentro cumuli di neve e uscirono fuori come palle che rimbalzavano.“Che simpatici! Vi attaccheremo all'albero di Natale come decoro!" gridavano gli animali del villaggio.Ma i pinguini, liberandosi dalla neve, corsero verso la casa di Babbo Natale per aiutare nei preparativi.Al villaggio proprio tutti si misero in movimento. Le renne corsero all'Ufficio Postale e riempiti i sacchi di letterine, le portarono nel laboratorio. Gli Elfi con l'aiuto dei pinguini erano pronti per il lavoro.Quella mattina, quando le campane suonarono a festa, volpi, scoiattoli, lepri e orsi accorsero da ogni angolo della foresta per festeggiare il ritorno di Babbo Natale. C'era tanto da fare per la gioia di tutti i bambini del mondo.L'aria profumava d'abete e di dolcetti. Gli alberi di Natale scintillavano di ghiaccioli come stelle. Gli animali si rincorrevano felici con il naso girato verso l'alto.I preparativi cominciarono in grande lena. Per tutto il mese di dicembre lavorarono insieme — seghe che cantavano, martelli che suonavano, carta colorata che volava. Babbo Natale raccontava le storie del suo viaggio mentre inchiodava e levigava.E quando arrivò il 24 dicembre, tutto era pronto. I regali furono caricati sulla slitta e Babbo Natale partì per il suo viaggio più importante.I gabbiani volarono via verso nuovi orizzonti, lasciando le loro impronte sui tetti innevati.Da quel Natale si racconta che Babbo Natale non sia mai più andato via dal Polo Nord."E se fosse stata solo una favola? Sarà vero, o no? A voi la decisione finale!" — Scritta da Lucia & Marco CiappelliPer la versione in inglese e tante altre storie da leggere e ascoltare: https://www.storiesottolestelle.com Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Where has Santa Claus gone?Once upon a time there was Santa Claus's Village — but Santa Claus wasn't there. He had been missing for days and days… actually for months. Who would prepare and deliver gifts to the children as they did every year?That part of the North Pole which was usually very busy had become strangely silent — not an Elf could be seen around, no sounds of bells, the sleighs were covered in snow and all the reindeer dozed about confused.If you looked into his house you couldn't see a trace of life. The fireplace cold, the rocking chair covered in cobwebs, an empty cup on the wooden table and a candle stub burnt out long ago.Many were the rumours that had spread about Santa Claus's absence. Some said he was on another planet in a far, far away galaxy, some on the Moon, some on the vast oceans — and someone even said he had opened a bakery in Buenos Aires.The mystery was thick. Nobody could make sense of it and everything was silent and still.Meanwhile, many miles away, in the Southern Seas, a group of seagulls who spent their days fluttering above the bay spotted a small sailing boat in the distance. There was only one sailor on board who was hoisting the main sail up the creaking mast.The eldest seagull couldn't believe his eyes. He did a couple of acrobatics in the air, pulled out his spyglass, looked more carefully and said: "But I know him! That sailor comes from distant lands!"Turning to the other seagulls he told them: "One day, during one of my long journeys, I lost my way and found myself on the frozen rooftops of a village at the North Pole. I landed right on the house of that long-bearded man you see on the boat. He heard me calling for help, came to fetch me, fed me and told me about his work. I think this meeting has something magical about it. Our next adventure is about to begin."Gliding down, they headed towards the boat and all landed on the bow. The seagull and the sailor greeted each other like old friends.Shortly after, a group of dolphins arrived near the sailing boat, curious. They swam in circles around the boat, jumping out of the water.The youngest dolphin noticed something strange. "Look! Wood shavings are coming out of the hold and floating! And you can see little lights below deck."The long-bearded sailor smiled. "Come," he said in a warm voice, "I'll show you what I've done all these months."He opened the hatch to the hold and inside, by the light of two swaying lanterns, you could see a floating workshop full of wonders. With a sharp plane he had worked pieces of wood recovered from the sea, transforming them into toys — and he had done the same with shells, coconuts, cork stoppers, glass bottles, starfish and golden threads that had arrived from who knows where."I travelled to learn new ways of bringing joy," the sailor explained. "But there's so much work to do and Christmas is coming. Would you help me finish?"And so they all set to work together. The dolphins brought special shells from the bottom of the sea. The seagulls gathered coloured feathers. The objects transformed into gifts were placed in large canvas sacks.The days passed quickly.On the first of December the captain, wearing his red warm hat with his pipe in his mouth, looked at the starry sky and said: "It's time to leave."The dolphins lifted the sailing boat until it rose above the waves. The sails filled with wind and it took flight, whilst the flock of seagulls guided it through the clouds following dreams. Together they continued the journey heading north, flying through the endless blue.Night fell quickly and in the sky full of stars one shone brighter than all the others. It was the North Star which with its light accompanied the sailing boat's descent to earth.By magic, as it approached the village, the sailing boat transformed into a sleigh loaded with gifts. The presents built in the hold arrived in the workshop to be delivered together with all the other parcels.When it landed on the roof of his house, a tinkling of bells was heard in the distance. The Elves looked out of their doors and shouted: "It's him! It's him! It's Santa Claus! He's back!"The red-nosed reindeer woke up suddenly and began polishing the sleighs, decorating them with bows and coloured pine cones.Life in the village awakened all at once. The tree branches shook as if they were being tickled. A group of penguins, who had arrived at the North Pole to lend a hand, sliding on the ice sheets at great speed, ended up inside snowdrifts and came out like bouncing balls.“You are so funny! We'll hang you on the Christmas tree as decorations!" the village animals shouted.But the penguins, freeing themselves from the snow, ran towards Santa Claus's house to help with the preparations.In the village absolutely everyone got moving. The reindeer rushed to the Post Office and filled the sacks with letters, then carried them to the workshop. The Elves with the help of the penguins were ready for work.That morning, when the bells rang out in celebration, foxes, squirrels, hares and bears came running from every corner of the forest to celebrate Santa Claus's return. There was so much to do for the joy of all the children in the world.The air smelt of fir trees and homemade biscuits. The Christmas trees sparkled with icicles like stars. The animals chased each other happily with their noses turned upwards.The preparations began in earnest. Throughout the month of December they worked together — saws that sang, hammers that played, coloured paper that flew. Santa Claus told stories of his journey whilst he hammered and sanded.And when the 24th of December arrived, everything was ready. The presents were loaded onto the sleigh and Santa Claus set off on his most important journey.The seagulls flew away towards new horizons, leaving their footprints on the snowy rooftops.Since that Christmas it is said that Santa Claus never left the North Pole again."What if it was only a tale? Is it true, or not? The final decision is yours!" — Written by Lucia & Marco CiappelliFor the Italian version and many more stories to read and listen to: https://www.storiesottolestelle.com Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

1) Salute e ambiente. Sotto la pressione delle lobby della chimica, la Commissione europea si appresta a allentare i controlli sui pesticidi. 2) Spagna. Il Governo Sanchez a rischio implosione dopo l'ennesimo caso di molestie sessuali dentro il partito socialista. 3) Serbia. Le inchieste sulla corruzione bloccano la costruzione della Trump Tower a Belgrado. Lo studio legale di Kushner – genero del presidente- si ritira dall'accordo dopo l' incriminazione di quattro funzionari governativi 4) Francia. Per contrastare le nuove mafie Marsiglia ha bisogno di un piano Marshal ma per Macron la soluzione è la tolleranza zero contro i spacciatori e consumatori di droghe. 5) Caos Honduras: 15 giorni dopo le presidenziali regna ancora l'incertezza sul nome del vincitore. Le opposizioni denunciano massicci brogli e boicottano il processo di riconteggio. 6) Mondiali di calcio. Scoppia la polemica sui prezzi folli dei biglietti. “è un monumentale tradimento del contributo dei tifosi allo spettacolo”

Tra viaggi, abbuffate e cambi di ritmo, il periodo natalizio può mettere sotto stress il nostro apparato cardiovascolare. Ma con piccoli gesti e un po' di attenzione possiamo proteggerlo e affrontare le feste in salute. Ne parliamo a Obiettivo Salute Risveglio con il prof. Corrado Lodigiani, direttore del Centro Trombosi e Malattie Emorragiche dell'Istituto Clinico Humanitas di Milano.

Qui trovate il mio nuovo libro "PAUSA LIBRO": https://geopop.it/Pausa-Libro-su-Amazon Cosa c'è davvero sotto lo Stretto di Messina? In questo video vi porto in un viaggio nella geologia tra Calabria e Sicilia: una zona dove Africa, Eurasia e microplacche mediterranee si muovono, si scontrano, si strappano. Vi racconto i concetti principali per capire la dinamica geologica dello Stretto e aggiungere questo tassello agli altri aspetti – economici, sociali, politici, ambientali, ingegneristici – per farvi un'idea vostra sul tema “Ponte sì o Ponte no”. Spoiler: Se cercate un sì o un no, questo non è il video per voi. Se volete capire cosa accade sotto lo Stretto, allora siete nel posto giusto. Vi lascio qui in basso i link dei video correlati e la bibliografia Prendi parte alla nostra Membership per supportare il nostro progetto Missione Cultura e diventare mecenate di Geopop: https://geopop.it/ngCbN Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Maracanà con Marco Piccari e Stefano Impallomeni. Ospiti: Ceccarini:"La posizione di Vanoli è sotto osservazione. Bonanni:"Sarri - Lazio grande prova. L'Inter può scappare" Impallomeni:"Alla Fiorentina serve Sabatini" Garbo:"Scamacca ha tutto per essere un grande attaccante. Bentornato!!"

Nel The Essential di sabato 13 dicembre, Chiara Piotto parla di: 00:00 davvero si potranno fare gli esami medici gratis nelle farmacie, dal 2026? 03:40 Meta accusata di aver censurato decine di profili su Instagram e Facebook di associazioni pro aborto o per i diritti LGBTQ+; 06:30 lo scontro tra pubblicità natalizie con o senza l'IA e l'accordo di Disney con Open AI. Iscriviti a Spinelli, la newsletter di Will che racconta l'UE da Bruxelles: https://spinelliwillmedia.substack.com/  Iscriviti ai corsi 100% online in Digital Journalism e Branded Storytelling della New Media Academy, la scuola di Chora e Will! Ultimi posti disponibili, scopri il programma e i docenti su ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://newmediacademy.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠ o scrivici a ⁠⁠⁠⁠info@newmediacademy.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Teodora Trevisan"Natale a Torino"La città del fantasticoNeos Edizioniwww.neosedizioni.itDiciassette racconti natalizi tra reale e immaginatoA cura di Teodora Trevisan  “La neve cadeva su Torino con una lentezza drammatica, come se il cielo stesse recitando un addio”. La tredicesima edizione della tradizionale antologia natalizia di Neos Edizioni affronta il tema del fantastico, visitando tutte le sfumature dell'immaginario e suscitando emozione, paura, stupore, divertimento.Torino è una città che non si concede facilmente ma che a Natale si lascia intravedere in controluce. Nonostante le strade dritte anche a Torino è possibile perdersi, e tra piazze, caffè storici e rive del Po, si possono realizzare sogni, avverare incanti, vivere avventure sorprendenti.«Sotto l'apparenza austera, la città custodisce una vena sotterranea di mistero. Il Natale, qui, è una stagione di rivelazioni. “Natale a Torino. La città del fantastico”, nasce proprio da questo incrocio di piani: il reale e l'immaginato, la tradizione e l'invenzione» (Loredana Cella).Il fantastico è una dimensione che Torino conosce bene e custodisce con discrezione: perché Torino, sotto i suoi cieli severi e le facciate ordinate, ha sempre avuto un cuore misterioso, un gusto per l'invisibile, il bizzarro, il possibile oltre il reale.Nei loro diciassette racconti autori e autrici raccontano ciò che si intravede nei riflessi, nei sogni, negli angoli in ombra: un angelo custode profumato protegge una donna nella confusa e affollata piazza Castello; un commissario gira in borghese il giorno di Natale e combatte i propri fantasmi; in una libreria esoterica Agilulfo scopre un libro che gli permette di creare, disegnandola, Coralba, la donna che diverrà l'oggetto del proprio amore; cavalieri che scendono dalle statue; uno strano bar in via San Domenico dove ha sede il Salotto della Strega di Madame Mabel; Babbo Natale con il colpo della strega; Trifligo e la scuola per maghetti; il crollo di un antico palazzo seicentesco nell'isolato San Liborio; quadri che prendono vita; mostri mitologici che minacciano le vie del centro; messaggi misteriosi che conducono a destini inquietanti; bancarelle dove si custodiscono memorie perdute; mondi hi-tech, piogge di meteoriti e società tutte al femminile; a Vanchiglia studenti discutono di filosofia quantistica davanti ad un Bicerin mentre pensionati sorseggiano vino molecolare fuori dall'Enoteca Rossini; Sandokan si aggira per l'area precollinare della città…Tra ironia, brividi e poesia, Torino è un laboratorio dell'immaginario che mescola incanto e inquietudine, tradizione e futuro. Diciassette visioni diverse per raccontare quel periodo dell'anno dove ogni confine svanisce e l'unica regola è lasciarsi sorprendere. A cura di Teodora TrevisanPrefazione di Loredana CellaRacconti di: Rinaldo Ambrosia, Giovanni Casalegno, Loredana Cella, Ernesto Chiabotto, Luigi Colasuonno, Antonio Graziosi, Monica Ippoliti, Federico Jahier, Riccardo Marchina, Giuseppe Milano, Carla Negro, Francesco Oriolo, Mauro Poma, Luisa Ramasso, Nella Re Rebaudengo, Caterina Schiavon, Teodora Trevisan.Copertina di Giovanna BinelloI diritti d'autore saranno devoluti a sostegno delle attività umanitarie di International Help onlus. Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

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Piccolo, delicato, ma indispensabile: il polso è un'articolazione che usiamo in ogni gesto quotidiano, spesso senza rendercene conto. Ma quanto lo conosciamo davvero? E come possiamo prendercene cura, soprattutto in caso di traumi o sovraccarichi? Con l'aiuto della dottoressa Simonetta Odella, responsabile di Patologia elettiva della mano all'Istituto Ortopedico Pini di Milano, esploriamo il mondo del polso, tra fragilità, prevenzione e cure mirate. E scopriamo perché, rispetto alla "gemella" caviglia, merita un'attenzione tutta speciale.

Il prossimo 10 dicembre entrerà in vigore in Australia il divieto assoluto di avere un account sui principali social network per chiunque abbia meno di sedici anni. Molti Paesi stanno osservando con interesse questo esperimento sociale australiano per vederne i risultati. Ma ancora prima della scadenza, i giovani australiani stanno scoprendo come eludere questo divieto beffando i controlli sull'età in maniere comicamente semplici. Da questa sperimentazione stanno però emergendo idee più mirate su come arginare gli effetti sociali pesantissimi dei trucchi usati dai social network per indurre dipendenza nei loro utenti. Trucchi che uno dei loro inventori definisce senza mezzi termini “cocaina comportamentale”.

Ermanno Giraudo"Sotto la vecchia quercia"Dodici fiabe da una memoria di famigliaEdizioni Primalpewww.primalpe.it11 Dicembre 2025, ore 17:30Sala Costanzo MarinoVia Senator Toselli, 2 bis - Cuneopresentazione del libro "Sotto la vecchia quercia"Si tratta di una raccolta di 12 fiabe inedite, una per ogni mese dell'anno, scritte con struttura e tecnica classiche.“Un giorno sarai grande abbastanza da ricominciare a leggere le favole.” Clive Staples Lewis.Le fiabe che il nonno raccontava erano a volte davvero crudeli, altre decisamente spaventose, ma ai nipoti piacevano proprio per questo. Era bravo a narrarle, anche perché riusciva in ogni fiaba a inserirsi tra i protagonisti, rendendo le storie del tutto verosimili. E dal suono della sua voce prendevano vita personaggi fantastici come Giovannino Cattivo, Pictein e il Droju, Prezzemolina, Bistino il ciabattino, la principessa Serena, Maria di Legno, Angiolina che troppo cantava. Con la fantasia si poteva così viaggiare nel tempo e nello spazio, in mondi incantati e in luoghi remoti, dove tutto era possibile e il bene, di sicuro, trionfava. Quando i nipoti si erano seduti intorno alla vecchia quercia, lui, in piedi, cominciava a muoversi e a gesticolare come fosse su un palcoscenico teatrale. E ogni storia, ogni suo racconto, cominciava sempre allo stesso modo: «Quando ne capitavano di tutti i colori e io abitavo ai Bricchi…»La fiaba di gennaio: Giovannino cattivo. “Qual è la differenza tra bontà e cattiveria?” – chiesi un giorno al nonno. “Non sempre chi appare cattivo lo è veramente, e viceversa” – mi rispose. Lo guardai perplesso senza capire. Lui me lo spiegò con questa fiaba.La fiaba di febbraio: Pictein e il Droju. Non può esistere una raccolta di fiabe, senza la presenza di un orco. La gigantesca creatura, spaventosa nell'aspetto, condannata ad avere sempre fame… di carne umana…La fiaba di marzo: Fratellino e sorellina. A volte le leggi della natura sembrano spietate, ma con il giusto rispetto, nei boschi come nelle foreste, possono nascere solidarietà e fratellanza.La fiaba di aprile: Le tre galline. Vivere bene la quotidianità non significa accontentarsi, ma saper apprezzare i doni della vita e farli fruttare in disponibilità verso gli altri.La fiaba di maggio: Il ragazzo d'oro. Le promesse vanno rispettate. Non come il marinaio che passato il pericolo del mare in tempesta, si dimentica delle promesse fatte, ai santi protettori, per scongiurarlo.La fiaba di giugno: L'incredibile storia di Prezzemolina. Nelle fiabe capita spesso di incontrare le fate. Creature buone che talvolta si oppongono a streghe cattive. Ma è così vero che le fate sono sempre buone?La fiaba di luglio: Bistino il ciabattino. Questa è una delle fiabe preferite dal nonno. Forse perché, in fondo in fondo, in Bistino il ciabattino un po' si rispecchiava. Per il carattere sempre allegro e per la volontà nel lavorare.La fiaba di agosto: Il sorriso della principessa Serena. Per perseverare nella fiducia a volte ci vuole coraggio. Il coraggio di crederci fino in fondo, malgrado le difficoltà.La fiaba di settembre: Maria di legno. A volte si cerca la felicità puntando a realizzare desideri impossibili, quando invece la felicità è già così vicina a noi, incapaci di vederla…La fiaba di ottobre: Tutto per colpa di un cece. Qualcuno sostiene che nel mondo c'è tutto ciò che serve per soddisfare le necessità dell'uomo, ma non per accontentare la sua avidità.La fiaba di novembre: La principessa e il capriolo. Quando le apparenze cambiano, diventa differente il modo di pensare e di agire. E si cerca l'essenza in ogni cosa: il luogo dove il sentimento non cambia.La fiaba di dicembre: Angiolina che troppo cantava. Spesso è difficile per un bambino distinguere tra fantasia e realtà. Fortunatamente la storia di Angiolina ci può aiutare a capirlo meglio.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

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Tornare a casa in aereo per le feste diventa sta diventando proibitivo per chi studia o lavora lontano dalla propria regione. Ne parliamo con Alessandro Cafagna, vicepresidente dell'Adoc, che - come altre associazioni dei consumatori - sta denunciando gli aumenti.

Nel nord della Tanzania, la tutela della natura si è trasformata in una macchina di espulsione. Sotto la bandiera della “conservazione ambientale”, lo Stato ha riclassificato vaste aree abitate dai Maasai — come l'area di conservazione di Ngorongoro e le nuove riserve di Pololeti e del lago Natron — in territori dove ogni attività umana è vietata, ma dove prosperano la caccia al trofeo e il turismo di lusso.Il reportage frutto di una lunga inchiesta ricostruisce come il sistema di conservazione tanzaniano sia diventato un laboratorio di controllo territoriale e speculazione economica. Analizzando piani governativi, politiche di riclassificazione fondiaria e concessioni legate a investitori del Golfo e a fondi europei, il reportage rivela un modello in cui la protezione dell'ambiente e l'interesse commerciale si sovrappongono.Attraverso testimonianze sul campo, immagini satellitari, documenti ufficiali e atti riservati, emerge un sistema opaco di governance che, in nome della natura, produce esclusione, sfratti e violazioni dei diritti umani. Le nuove restrizioni nel Ngorongoro e la creazione di riserve come Pololeti o Natron diventano così strumenti per liberare territori destinati al turismo d'élite e alla caccia sportiva, espellendo le comunità che li abitano da secoli.Questo reportage radiofonico è frutto di un'inchiesta realizzata in collaborazione con FADA Collective e Placemarks, con il sostegno del Pulitzer Center on Crisis Reporting e dell'IJ4EU – Investigative Journalism for Europe.

durée : 00:03:20 - Le Regard culturel - par : Lucile Commeaux - Le cinéaste italien Gianfranco Rosi signe un nouveau documentaire magnifique et profondément attachant sur Naples et alentours, un lieu marqué par les catastrophes et les renaissances.

durée : 00:03:20 - Le Regard culturel - par : Lucile Commeaux - Le cinéaste italien Gianfranco Rosi signe un nouveau documentaire magnifique et profondément attachant sur Naples et alentours, un lieu marqué par les catastrophes et les renaissances.

durée : 00:27:35 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Aujourd'hui, comme tous les mercredis dans notre débat critique, du cinéma avec "Eleanor The Great", le premier long-métrage de l'actrice américaine Scarlett Johansson et "Pompei, Sotto le Nuvole" de Gianfranco Rosi - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Thierry Chèze Journaliste, critique de cinéma, directeur de la rédaction du magazine Première, animateur de télévision et de radio; Sandra Onana Critique française de cinéma

durée : 00:13:31 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - "Pompei, Sotto le Nuvole", présenté à la Mostra de Venise 2025, est le premier documentaire en noir et blanc de Gianfranco Rosi depuis 32 ans. Pendant trois ans, il a filmé la vie quotidienne autour du Vésuve, offrant un portrait poétique et sensible de Naples, entre mémoire, passé et présent. - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Thierry Chèze Journaliste, critique de cinéma, directeur de la rédaction du magazine Première, animateur de télévision et de radio; Sandra Onana Critique française de cinéma

THE SEASONS IN A BREATHAutumn appeared at the window and looked around— it was November."The leaves are yellow and red.The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.I like it this way,"Autumn exclaimed.Winter opened the door and looked around— it was January."The snow and the freezing wind.In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"Winter exclaimed.Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around— it was April."The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.How wonderful!"Spring exclaimed.Summer went into the garden and looked around— it was July.A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.The sun makes me smile!"Summer exclaimed.The months pass and the year spins at great speed,but they will always bring something beautiful. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

LE STAGIONI IN UN SOFFIOL'Autunno si affacciò alla finestra e si guardò intorno— era Novembre."Le foglie sono gialle e rosse.Le rondini volano via in gruppi sopra i tetti.L'aria fresca profuma di caldarroste e di legna bruciata.A me piace così.”Esclamò l'Autunno.L'Inverno aprì la porta e si guardò intorno— era Gennaio."La neve e il vento gelido.Nel bosco, il vischio sui rami sotto un mantello di ghiaccio.La marmotta dorme nella sua tana coperta, sognando le stelle.Ma che bello se al calduccio sto.”Esclamò l'Inverno.La Primavera uscì sul terrazzo e si guardò intorno— era Aprile."I fiori sbocciano e gli uccelli cinguettano tornando ai loro nidi.Con la temperatura mite la vita gioiosa vibra nell'aria.Che meraviglia.”Esclamò la Primavera.L'Estate andò in giardino e si guardò intorno— era Luglio.Un gatto riposa all'ombra di un pino.L'aria profuma di erba tagliata e di frutta matura.Le farfalle danzano spensierate al canto delle cicale.Il sole sorridere mi fa.”Esclamò l'Estate.Passano i mesi e gira l'anno a gran velocità,ma sempre qualcosa di bello porteranno. Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

THE SEASONS IN A BREATHAutumn appeared at the window and looked around— it was November."The leaves are yellow and red.The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.I like it this way,"Autumn exclaimed.Winter opened the door and looked around— it was January."The snow and the freezing wind.In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"Winter exclaimed.Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around— it was April."The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.How wonderful!"Spring exclaimed.Summer went into the garden and looked around— it was July.A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.The sun makes me smile!"Summer exclaimed.The months pass and the year spins at great speed,but they will always bring something beautiful. Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

L'85% risorse del taglio Irpef va alle fasce alte con il risultato che "il beneficio medio è pari a 408 euro per i dirigenti, 123 per gli impiegati e 23 euro per gli operai". È questo il giudizio, facilmente prevedibile, espresso oggi da Istat e dall'ufficio parlamentare di Bilancio in audizione sulla manovra in merito all'intervento del governo sull'Irpef che con la riduzione dell'aliquota dal 35 al 33%. In audizione oggi di fronte alle commissioni Bilancio di Senato e Camera sono intervenuti anche Banca d'Italia, Corte dei Conti e il ministro dell'Economia Giorgetti. Sul banco degli imputati è finita anche la rottamazione. Per la Bankitalia la rottamazione non spinge recupero e per la Corte dei Conti rappresenta un rischio per l'erario. Interviene Gianni Trovati, Il Sole 24 Ore.Stati Uniti, ondata di licenziamenti: è l effetto dell'intelligenza artificiale (ed è peggio della rivoluzione industriale)Negli Stati Uniti si registra un ondata di licenziamenti senza precedenti, sembrerebbe anche legata all'avanzata dell'intelligenza artificiale, che sembra colpire soprattutto i colletti bianchi. In ottobre i tagli annunciati hanno raggiunto quota 153.074, con un aumento del 183% rispetto a settembre e del 175% rispetto allo stesso mese del 2024: il peggior ottobre dal 2003, secondo i dati di Challenger, Gray & Christmas (azienda di Chicago che offre servizi di formazione manageriale e supporto alla ricollocazione professionale). Il fenomeno, osservano gli analisti, segna un punto di svolta rispetto alle precedenti trasformazioni industriali. Come nel 2003, una tecnologia dirompente sta cambiando il panorama, ha spiegato Andy Challenger, esperto di ambiente di lavoro e Chief Revenue Officer di Challenger, Gray & Christmas. Questo è stato l'anno peggiore per i licenziamenti dal 2009. Il rapporto offre uno sguardo sul mercato del lavoro in un momento in cui il governo ha sospeso la raccolta e la pubblicazione dei dati a causa dello shutdown. Ne parliamo con Guido Di Fraia, Fondatore del laboratorio di intelligenza artificiale IULM AI LAB e membro del board innovazione di IULM con delega all'AI.

Focus sulla prestazione di Rafael Leao in Milan-Roma: il portoghese hailluminato San Siro con l'assist decisivo per PavlovicDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/radio-rossonera--2355694/support.

How do you capture the feeling of blasting through the cosmos on Space Mountain? In the 1990s, Imagineers Eddie Sotto and Aarin Richard were tasked with adding a synchronized on-board audio track to Space Mountain in Disneyland California and creating a synchronized on-board audio track for the brand new Space Mountain at Disneyland Paris. In this episode of Imagination Skyway, we journey into the creation of Space Mountain's groundbreaking soundtracks for Disneyland (featuring Dick Dale) and Disneyland Paris. Join Disney Imagineers Eddie Sotto and Aarin Richard as they reveal how these iconic scores came to life—from creative experimentation and studio sessions to the storytelling choices that shaped the attraction's tone and tempo. Eddie Sotto has been called “a renaissance creative” with a proven track record in entertainment design that extends far beyond Disney. As Senior Vice President of Concept Design at Walt Disney Imagineering, he led the Concept Development Studio, producing and designing major attractions including Main Street, U.S.A. at Disneyland Paris and Rocket Rods. Mentored by Disney Legends Tony Baxter and Herb Ryman, Sotto went on to found SottoStudios, applying cinematic design principles to television, restaurants, hospitality, ultra-luxury interiors, and even private aviation—earning an IYAA Award for “Best Private Jet Concept.” In 2020, Blooloop named him one of the Top 50 Theme Park Influencers. Aarin Richard served as a Walt Disney Imagineer starting in the 1990s working in the music group. His projects included the first synchronized on-board audio track for Space Mountain at Disneyland and Space Mountain at Disneyland Paris, as well as the music for the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, Indiana Jones Adventure, and beyond.   To plan a trip, be sure to work with KMV Travel.   Get bonus content, ad-free episodes, and more at patreon.com/imaginationskyway.   Tag me and join the conversation below. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@imaginationskyway Instagram: www.instagram.com/imaginationskyway Facebook Group (ImagiNation): https://www.facebook.com/groups/imaginationskyway Facebook: www.facebook.com/imaginationskyway TikTok: www.tiktok.com/@imaginationskyway  Threads: https://www.threads.net/@imaginationskyway Twitter: www.twitter.com/skywaypodcast Email: matt@imagineerpodcast.com  How to Support the Show Share the podcast with your friends Rate and review on iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-imagineerpodcasts-podcast/id1244558092 Join our Patreon Group - https://www.patreon.com/imaginationskyway Purchase merchandise - https://www.teepublic.com/stores/imagineer-podcast?ref_id=8929 Enjoy the show!

Halloween over Florence: THE MARKET OF GHOSTSSeverino lived in the bell tower on the hill — the one next to the ancient Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.Every evening, at sunset, he would lock the gate at the base of the entrance stairway and before climbing back up, he would pause to watch Florence color itself amber.And so he did today as well. The tourists had left. Time stopped and silence became sacred again.Through the rusted bars the city stood there motionless — perhaps since forever; with its red roofs, marble facades and the Arno flowing between its stones like a glittering silver ribbon.Domes and towers trembling with light, almost suspended in the air, as if everything and everyone were holding their breath waiting for twilight — and for the night that would cover it with shadows, stars and dreams.One more glance, then he turned on his transistor radio that he had found a few years ago and the notes of Duke Ellington's 'Don't Get Around Much Anymore' filled the autumn evening.Silence may be sacred for the monks, but for Severino music was more so. Seven, his raven, didn't need to be called and at the first notes launched himself from the cypresses of the cemetery above, circled in front of the imposing facade of the Basilica and suddenly glided down along the stairway, to land gently on his left shoulder."Hey Seven, had a good day?""Yes. Could have been worse — Let's settle for that."At which, Severino smiled, turned up the radio's volume and began climbing resolutely toward le Porte del Cielo, while Jazz music echoed among the ancient stones.Nine years ago, on this same day in the month of October, the Olivetan monks residing in the Abbey found a child on the steps of the Basilica.He was there, wrapped in fog, silent as the night, eyes curious as the wind, without name and without past. They called him Severino — I don't know why — and he grew up among prayers and silences. He played in ancient rooms and discovered his world, surrounded by books, tombs, art and mysteries never revealed. At night a raven and a black cat accompanied him, illuminated by the moon, in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, wandering among imposing crypts and motionless statues that whispered memories and mysteries.But on Halloween nights the whispers transform into screams and endless laments. Secrets manifest themselves, legends become reality, and dreams disguised as nightmares knock on doors lit by candles. And that full moon night was precisely this night: October 31st — and remember, whether you believe in spirits or not, nothing changes: the ghosts will come.And Severino was up there, right there waiting for them to arrive. Leaning out the highest window of the bell tower, calm, looking at Florence from above. While Thelonious Monk's 'Round Midnight' played on his radio, he watched — tapping time with one foot and waited.At the second of the twelve strokes of the midnight bells, something began to happen. On the Arno formed a dense fog that pulsed with spectral green. It began to rise and slide slow but inexorable over the bridges like fingers of cold hands of impatient ghosts. It slid over the Ponte Vecchio and rolled through the streets of Oltrarno until reaching San Niccolò, where it climbed up the hill swallowing everything it found in its path.When it reached the gate of San Miniato, it slipped through the bars and climbed up the stairs until it covered, like a high luminous tide, the entire square in front of the church. It climbed up the marble facade and wrapped also the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, covering the entire hill in a cloak of mystery. Then slowly, as if by enchantment, the fog began to dissolve rising toward the sky and when the last cloud melted into the night air, the square was no longer empty.Small jack-o'-lanterns with flickering lights floated in the air smiling with teeth of fire. Black candles sprouted from nowhere, illuminating spectral stalls full of everything and nothing. Bats that seemed made of paper but were alive fluttered among the lights with wings of black velvet, while autumn leaves danced without wind, sparkling with gold and copper. Pumpkins of every shape filled the stands, some carved with funny faces, others covered with silver spiderwebs that shone like threads of moon. Witch hats swirled in the air like flying umbrellas rotating slow on themselves. Roasted chestnuts perfumed the air with cinnamon and mystery, while small dancing skeletons tinkled like ice bells.And finally in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, the Portal opened. Like every Halloween, for centuries, spirits from all over the world congregated in Florence for their annual meeting. A spectral river of ghosts poured into the square, each heading toward their own stall, and each with their impossible merchandise to sell or trade. The spirits had arrived and Severino observed them from above. A carnival of other worlds, made of sounds, colors and unimaginable stories.The deserted square had transformed into the Market of Ghosts. Stalls kept materializing from nowhere, carved and glowing pumpkins told each other stories of Halloweens past, present and future laughing malicious among the perfumes of lost memories, past centuries, tomorrow's candles and fallen stardust. The sky above the Tuscan hills and above Florence was full of ghosts arriving from everywhere to search for the unfindable. But no human eye could see this spectacle. No one except Severino, who descended from the tower enchanted by that spectacle and immersed himself in the crowd pulsating with otherworldly life. Seven circled above him observing with attentive eyes and cawing a bit nervous. Some ghosts looked at him with curiosity and recognized him. Someone greeted him and many others whispered his name in forgotten languages."There he is," murmured a witch from Prague."The child of time," sighed a Norman knight."He's returned, I told you so." laughed a Caribbean pirate.But Severino paid them no attention because there were ghosts selling: dreams of sleeping dragons, laughter of northern gnomes, tears of mermaids in love, the last breath of dinosaurs, shadows of unicorns. And even fears from past Halloweens — two for the price of one, but only for tonight. The ghost of a pirate who died during a boarding gone not so well shouted: "Storm bottles! Lightning in jars!" A witch from Salem whispered: "Love potions that last three lifetimes…" A medieval knight showed swords that cut fear, A Chinese spirit waved kites that fly into the past.The spectral crowd grew and thickened, laughed and bargained, while Severino walked amazed and fascinated among the impossible stalls of the Halloween Market. Seven cawed restless from above and Eleven, the black cat with orange eyes, jumped from one tent to another not losing sight of a single movement of Severino and the hundreds of souls circling around him.A ghost monk from an era that never existed saw him and smiled at him from behind a stall full of ancient radios adorned with mysterious symbols. Severino approached, fascinated."How wonderful! Do they all work?""Oh yes, certainly" replied the monk. "These transmit on the waves of past, present, and future time. But you don't need to buy one."The other ghosts stopped. They ceased selling, buying and bartering. They looked at Severino with respect and listened to what the collector of frequencies told him."The transistor radio you already have is more special than you think. But to discover its true secrets, you'll have to search in the ancient crypts where everything began."And suddenly the first lights of dawn began to illuminate the sky behind San Miniato with pink. In rush and hurry the ghosts said goodbye flying away in the wind. "Until next Halloween!" They told each other crossing in the sky. The stalls vanished. Lanterns and candles went out. The Market of Ghosts dissolved like a dream.Severino found himself alone in the empty square, Seven on his shoulder and Eleven sitting on the low wallLooking at Florence illuminating itself in the day of All Saints. He observed his old radio with new eyes and from the ancient crypts of San Miniato, something seemed to call him. He turned it on, turned up the volume and descended the stairway in time to Chet Baker's version of 'Autumn Leaves'.It was time to throw open the gate of the Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.___________________We will continue this story.... For now a Happy Halloween to all of you, may you always believe in magic!Story written by Marco Ciappelli for "Stories Under The Stars" Halloween 2025___________________Listen to Severino's Playlist for the songs that accompany this story and subscribe to discover new music with every adventure.

“The Mysteries of Antarctica - Anomalies of a Forbidden Land” is an intriguing journey to the most remote continent on Earth. The authors methodically guide the reader through the annals of exploration, the lore of antiquity, and the enigma of history obscured by ice sheets. The text delves into the legends of lost civilisations, official and clandestine Nazi missions, and the hypothesis of hidden UFO bases, drawing upon conventional history and demonstrating how it itself provides substantial foundations for an alternative perspective on Antarctica, ranging from Atlantis to the controversies of the present day as reported by specific informants. The book combines elements of history, mystery and speculation, encouraging readers to contemplate the potential secrets that might lie hidden within one of the least explored regions on Earth.Umberto Visani was born in Turin, Italy, in 1983. He graduated with honors from the Faculty of Law at the University of Turin. He is an independent researcher specializing in ufology, mysterious archaeology, and counter-information.He contributes to several national and international magazines, including Mistero Magazine, XTimes, UFO International Magazine, Revista UFO Brasil, and Fate Magazine. He has been a frequent guest on the Italian TV program Mistero, aired on Italia 1.He is the author of numerous books:Mondo Alieno: Ufo ed extraterrestri nella storia dell'umanità (Arethusa Edizioni, 2012)Mai stati sulla Luna? (Uno Editori, 2016)I Misteri dell'Umbria (Morlacchi Editore, 2017)Ufo: le prove (Edizioni Segno, 2018)Ufo: i casi perduti (Edizioni Segno, 2019)Scomparsi (Uno Editori, 2020)Missioni Apollo e misteri dello spazio (Edizioni Segno, 2021)Ufo. I documenti ufficiali (Età dell'Acquario Edizioni, 2023)Esseri anomali dall'ignoto co-authored with Matteo Martini (Nexus Edizioni, 2023)Sotto l'Antartide co-authored with Gianluca Lamberti (FacciamoFintaChe Edizioni, 2024)https://www.facebook.com/visanium/Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/earth-ancients--2790919/support.