mercoledì 28 marzo 2012

Coloring pages - Alice in Wonderland

Here some coloring pages..
Click on the image, it expands. Then click the right button, save, print and color!


Disegni - Alice nel Paese delle meraviglie

Ecco alcuni disegni da colorare della fiaba di Cappuccetto Rosso.
Clicca sull'immagine, questa si ingrandirà. Poi clicca con il tasto destro, salva, stampa e colora!!


lunedì 26 marzo 2012



Hello everyone ..

I finally decided to create my blog ..
It's now two years that I delight in creating Waldorf dolls and I would like to share this passion with you ..
I will show my progress and my creations, sharing with you the joy of a "new birth".
If you have this passion, or just love these wonderful dolls and Waldorf philosophy that goes ..  Attend me in my blog every now and then ..

I'll be happy to entertein you!



Ciao a tutti..

Finalmente mi sono decisa a creare il mio blog..
Sono ormai due anni che mi diletto a creare bambole Waldorf e vorrei condividere con voi questa passione..
Vi mostrerò i miei progressi e le mie creazioni, condividendo con voi la gioia di una "nuova nascita".
Se anche voi avete questa passione o semplicemente amate queste meravigliose bambole e la filosofia steineriana che le accompagna.. fatemi compagnia ogni tanto nel mio blog..

Sarò felice di ospitarvi!!

venerdì 23 marzo 2012

Etsy Ireland: Getting To Know You #9

 Etsy Ireland: Getting To Know You #9  Eco Etsy is a global team of eco-minded Etsy sellers. This week we share a treasury with them. It is called Blue and more...

La Fé (de)sign: I Mercoledì di Babirussa - Fiocchi rosa

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martedì 13 marzo 2012

giovedì 1 marzo 2012

Little Prince Novel

A little piece of Little Price Novel that I adore..

Chapter 21

It was then that the fox appeared. "Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please-- tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."

 So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you-- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

Il piccolo principe

Un piccolo pezzettino del libro "Il piccolo principe", una fiaba che adoro..

Chapter 21

"In quel momento apparve la volpe. “Buon giorno”, disse la volpe
“Buon giorno” rispose gentilmente il piccolo principe, voltandosi: ma non vide nessuno.
“Sono qui” disse la voce, “sotto al melo…”
“Chi sei?” domando' il piccolo principe, “sei molto carino…”
“Sono una volpe” disse la volpe.
“Vieni a giocare con me”, le propose il piccolo principe, “sono così triste…”
“Non posso giocare con te”, disse la volpe, “non sono addomesticata”
“Ah! Scusa”, fece il piccolo principe. Ma dopo un momento di riflessione soggiunse: “Che cosa vuol dire addomesticare?”
“Non sei di queste parti, tu” disse la volpe, “che cosa cerchi?”
“Cerco gli uomini”, disse il piccolo principe “che cosa vuol dire addomesticare?”
“Gli uomini”, disse la volpe, “hanno dei fucili e cacciano. E’ molto noioso! Allevano anche delle galline. E’ il loro solo interesse. Tu cerchi delle galline?”
“No”, disse il piccolo principe. “Cerco degli amici. Che cosa vuol dire addomesticare?”
“E’ una cosa da molto dimenticata. Vuol dire “creare dei legami…”
“Creare dei legami?”
“Certo”, disse la volpe. "Tu, fino ad ora, per me, sei un ragazzino uguale a centomila ragazzini. E non ho bisogno di te. E neppure tu hai bisogno di me. Io non sono per te che una volpe uguale a centomila volpi. Ma se tu mi addomestichi, noi avremo bisogno l’uno dell’altro. Tu sarai per me unico al mondo, e io saro' per te unica al mondo”.
“Comincio a capire”, disse il piccolo principe. “C’è un fiore … credo che mi abbia addomesticato…”

“E’ possibile”, disse la volpe. “Capita di tutto sulla Terra…”
“Oh! Non è sulla Terra", disse il piccolo principe.
La volpe sembrò perplessa: “Su un altro pianeta?
Ma la volpe ritorno' alla sua idea: “La mia vita è monotona. Io do' la caccia alle galline, e gli uomini danno la caccia a me. Tutte le galline si assomigliano, e tutti gli uomini si assomigliano. E io mi annoio perciò. Ma se tu mi addomestichi, la mia vita sarà come illuminata. Conoscerò un rumore di passi che sarà diverso da tutti gli altri. Gli altri passi mi fanno nascondere sotto la terra. Il tuo, mi farà uscire dalla tana, come una musica. E poi, guarda! Vedi laggiù in fondo dei campi di grano? Io non mangio il pane e il grano, per me è inutile. I campi di grano non mi ricordano nulla. E questo è triste! Ma tu hai dei capelli color dell’oro. Allora sarà meraviglioso quando mi avrai addomesticato. Il grano, che è dorato mi farà pensare a te. E amerò il rumore del vento nel grano..."
La volpe tacque e guardo' a lungo il piccolo principe : "Per favore... addomesticami", disse.
"Volentieri", rispose il piccolo principe, "ma non ho molto tempo, pero'. Ho da scoprire degli amici,e da conoscere molte cose".
"non si conoscono che le cose che si addomesticano", disse la volpe. "Gli uomini non hanno piu' tempo per conoscere nulla. Comprano dai mercanti le cose gia' fatte. Ma siccome non esistono mercanti di amici, gli uomini non hanno piu' amici. Se tu vuoi un amico addomesticami!"
"Che bisogna fare ?" domando' il piccolo principe.
"Bisogna essere molto pazienti", rispose la volpe. "In principio tu ti sederai un po’ lontano da me, cosi', nell’erba. Io ti guardero' con la coda dell’occhio e tu non dirai nulla. Le parole sono una fonte di malintesi. Ma ogni giorno tu potrai sederti un po’ piu' vicino..."

Il piccolo principe tornò l’indomani.
"Sarebbe stato meglio ritornare alla stessa ora", disse la volpe. "Se tu vieni, per esempio, tutti i pomeriggi alle quattro, dalle tre io comincerò ad essere felice. Col passare dell’ora aumentera' la mia felicita'. Quando saranno le quattro, incomincerò ad agitarmi e ad inquietarmi; scoprirò il prezzo della felicità! Ma se tu vieni non si sa quando, io non saprò mai a che ora prepararmi il cuore... Ci vogliono i riti".
"Che cos’è un rito ?" disse il piccolo principe.
"Anche questa è una cosa da tempo dimenticata", disse la volpe. "E’ quello che fa un giorno diverso dagli altri giorni, un’ora dalle altre ore.

Cosi' il piccolo principe addomestico' la volpe.
E quando l’ora della partenza fu vicina: "Ah !" disse la volpe, "...piangerò".
"La colpa è tua", disse il piccolo principe, "io, non ti volevo far del male,ma tu hai voluto che ti addomesticassi..."
"E’ vero", disse la volpe.
"Ma piangerai !" disse il piccolo principe.
"E’ certo", disse la volpe.
"Ma allora che ci guadagni ?"
"Ci guadagno", disse la volpe, "il colore del grano".

"Addio", disse la volpe. "Ecco il mio segreto. E’ molto semplice: non si vede bene che col cuore. L’essenziale è invisibile agli occhi". “E' il tempo che tu hai perduto per la tua rosa che ha fatto la tua rosa cosi' importante”. “Gli uomini hanno dimenticato questa verita'. Ma tu non la devi dimenticare. Tu diventi responsabile per sempre di tutto quello che hai addomesticato, Tu sei responsabile della tua rosa…”
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