tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85361149086492276132011-11-28T01:22:28.688+01:00Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-40208709921704826402010-08-19T19:42:00.002+02:002010-08-19T19:42:54.102+02:002010-08-19T19:42:54.102+02:00&nbsp;Un angelo prende vite passate, cammina fra sogni ricordi dipingendo volti<br /> <br /> &nbsp;Nascoste dalle ali ferite<br /> sanguina ancora...<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-4020870992170482640?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/983hZ9qneWa9a-1I4ayQCox8ZpY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/983hZ9qneWa9a-1I4ayQCox8ZpY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/983hZ9qneWa9a-1I4ayQCox8ZpY/1/da"><img 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/></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oea2rFxYBvU6-xwt-Y8oe0ri3Yo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oea2rFxYBvU6-xwt-Y8oe0ri3Yo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oea2rFxYBvU6-xwt-Y8oe0ri3Yo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oea2rFxYBvU6-xwt-Y8oe0ri3Yo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/vtG0fE1DbH8" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_373.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-64290278840910910612010-08-19T19:38:00.003+02:002010-08-19T19:38:57.761+02:002010-08-19T19:38:57.761+02:00&nbsp; ...e nell'immagine del silenzio <br /> danzava tra lacrime,persa in un ombra<br /> che amava<br /> &nbsp;ricordi amari,a volte solamente<br /> volti strani nella nebbia che scende<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-6429027884091091061?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uN47htQ_OOwVLTde4pIXfWFFVrc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uN47htQ_OOwVLTde4pIXfWFFVrc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uN47htQ_OOwVLTde4pIXfWFFVrc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uN47htQ_OOwVLTde4pIXfWFFVrc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/kPUk7a-FQAU" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/emozione.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-5523910391241716032010-08-19T19:37:00.001+02:002010-08-19T19:37:26.718+02:002010-08-19T19:37:26.718+02:00&nbsp;Voci antiche di un tempo perduto tra sogni di forse ed a volte <br /> Ecco la danza della notte<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-552391039124171603?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0eyBub3jQd7OyXzUoPEb70a01Ow/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0eyBub3jQd7OyXzUoPEb70a01Ow/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0eyBub3jQd7OyXzUoPEb70a01Ow/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0eyBub3jQd7OyXzUoPEb70a01Ow/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/MzsLVGOdb2s" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_381.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-7824128867865572432010-08-19T19:36:00.001+02:002010-08-19T19:36:12.181+02:002010-08-19T19:36:12.181+02:00&nbsp;...così mia dolce amica fate e folletti iniziano una lunga processione <br /> Che strana danza...temuta ed invocata da tutti perchè il suo nome è solo speranza<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-782412886786557243?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uOS5JfByIgtm45JiOYqknVwwCMs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uOS5JfByIgtm45JiOYqknVwwCMs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uOS5JfByIgtm45JiOYqknVwwCMs/1/da"><img 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href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Qp3yHG4iAML04f-Mguo9U0wVRM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Qp3yHG4iAML04f-Mguo9U0wVRM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Qp3yHG4iAML04f-Mguo9U0wVRM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Qp3yHG4iAML04f-Mguo9U0wVRM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/tTdKbBdzuso" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/qualcuno-le-chiama-poesie.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-80913378616755309242010-08-19T19:31:00.003+02:002010-08-19T19:31:59.291+02:002010-08-19T19:31:59.291+02:00&nbsp;Dormi...tra dolci speranze e sogna ancora perchè domani ti doneranno il silenzio di un ricordo<br /> &nbsp;Dormi...e lasciati accarezzare dalla malinconia <br /> con le labbra custodisci questa lacrima perchè domani andrà via<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-8091337861675530924?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69Hj0Bdu-WqxKp9PyXHmGnv3mOA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69Hj0Bdu-WqxKp9PyXHmGnv3mOA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69Hj0Bdu-WqxKp9PyXHmGnv3mOA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/69Hj0Bdu-WqxKp9PyXHmGnv3mOA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/1ZJf7d7jQpU" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/domani.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-61891564932173010982010-08-19T19:28:00.002+02:002010-08-19T19:30:38.947+02:002010-08-19T19:30:38.947+02:00&nbsp;Raccontava favole d'amore e morte<br /> ...le sognavariflesse nello specchio <br /> riflesse negli occhi di un cantastorie<br /> &nbsp;Respiri lenti a volte<br /> tra malinconie perdute nel silenzio <br /> della dolcezza...<br /> e fiori bianchi, speranze cadute<br /> donate da sorrisi e lacrime<br /> &nbsp;Ascoltava nella brezza<br /> nell'aria lieve s'abbatte e poi...<br /> tace il lento rito<br /> &nbsp;Regole tacite<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-6189156493217301098?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a 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/> &nbsp;Quante urla fra le mani quanti pianti lontani<br /> Così rumori antichi persi per l'ultima volta negli sguardi aumentano il respiro in questa danza chiamata speranza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-3107084828715461001?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cv6lb1T54jsjcl3ueWk1u5b3uDo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cv6lb1T54jsjcl3ueWk1u5b3uDo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cv6lb1T54jsjcl3ueWk1u5b3uDo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cv6lb1T54jsjcl3ueWk1u5b3uDo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/PWtkVnwaQvI" height="1" 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href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EzyV_x_BAeqdhEeeEo6lJ_y9zgE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EzyV_x_BAeqdhEeeEo6lJ_y9zgE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EzyV_x_BAeqdhEeeEo6lJ_y9zgE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EzyV_x_BAeqdhEeeEo6lJ_y9zgE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/l2d1w72FdiQ" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-74586862707005754682010-07-08T22:19:00.003+02:002010-07-08T22:19:22.268+02:002010-07-08T22:19:22.268+02:00&nbsp;e fate e folletti in questa assurda danza raccontano della lacrima <br /> temuta ed invocata perchè il suo nome è solo speranza<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-7458686270700575468?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lyh-Ly6A7BmVMcb1z-zkixmdQzw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lyh-Ly6A7BmVMcb1z-zkixmdQzw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lyh-Ly6A7BmVMcb1z-zkixmdQzw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lyh-Ly6A7BmVMcb1z-zkixmdQzw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/ArJFk72iDKM" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_6133.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-22004745772063427302010-07-08T22:17:00.004+02:002010-07-08T22:18:32.070+02:002010-07-08T22:18:32.070+02:00&nbsp;Suonano ancora le campane..<br /> suonano lontane<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-2200474577206342730?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AUVzufJTVx5m2CHIr706RBPdXmg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AUVzufJTVx5m2CHIr706RBPdXmg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AUVzufJTVx5m2CHIr706RBPdXmg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AUVzufJTVx5m2CHIr706RBPdXmg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/WkO_k8DEeGE" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_5524.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-78587065502762638272010-07-08T22:16:00.007+02:002010-07-08T22:43:19.811+02:002010-07-08T22:43:19.811+02:00&nbsp;Sfiora lentamente tenendoti in un ricordo ma è un volto <br /> così ascolta...nel vento le antiche storie di un tempo<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-7858706550276263827?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wKlvERpjp3asNLy6yzbhGhR8E7w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wKlvERpjp3asNLy6yzbhGhR8E7w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wKlvERpjp3asNLy6yzbhGhR8E7w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wKlvERpjp3asNLy6yzbhGhR8E7w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/hOVqVxnRgPI" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_9745.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-22567687716204925162010-07-08T22:16:00.006+02:002010-07-08T22:17:07.528+02:002010-07-08T22:17:07.528+02:00&nbsp;Voci antiche di un tempo perduto tra sogni di forse ed a volte<br /> Ecco la danza della notte<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-2256768771620492516?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Q5d41vHRUtxbrNk363TPlc4_ms/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Q5d41vHRUtxbrNk363TPlc4_ms/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Q5d41vHRUtxbrNk363TPlc4_ms/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Q5d41vHRUtxbrNk363TPlc4_ms/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/enZn9-czTms" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_2395.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-68464417432988519372010-07-08T22:13:00.001+02:002010-07-08T22:13:14.583+02:002010-07-08T22:13:14.583+02:00...così mia dolce amica fate e folletti iniziano una lunga processione che strana danza...temuta ed invocata da tutti perchè il suo nome è solo speranza<br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-6846441743298851937?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VcEo0xbmkChUSB8fJy4-m4XCWD8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VcEo0xbmkChUSB8fJy4-m4XCWD8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VcEo0xbmkChUSB8fJy4-m4XCWD8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VcEo0xbmkChUSB8fJy4-m4XCWD8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/kUKt-56M8Wo" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_956.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-37503983864170188412010-07-08T22:11:00.004+02:002010-07-08T22:12:21.968+02:002010-07-08T22:12:21.968+02:00&nbsp;All'ombra della luna si aprono le ali ed aumenta il respiro fra ricordi amari<br /> E il silenzio...il silenzio accompagna strani canti mente fiori bianchi raccontano del tempo e soffia più forte il vento.<br /> &nbsp;Quante urla fra le mani quanti pianti lontano<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-3750398386417018841?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vds-4Q4cRDxNazGSjrjagAocLzQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vds-4Q4cRDxNazGSjrjagAocLzQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vds-4Q4cRDxNazGSjrjagAocLzQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vds-4Q4cRDxNazGSjrjagAocLzQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/008qn0r-b9Q" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_5559.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-72394248968697160442010-07-08T22:09:00.005+02:002010-07-08T22:09:51.837+02:002010-07-08T22:09:51.837+02:00...così rumori antichi persi per l'ultima volta negli sguardi aumentano il respiro in questa danza chiamata speranza<br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-7239424896869716044?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZJUOPmLUZYhWdkZflXrpYYcLVQI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZJUOPmLUZYhWdkZflXrpYYcLVQI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZJUOPmLUZYhWdkZflXrpYYcLVQI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZJUOPmLUZYhWdkZflXrpYYcLVQI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/jlBy_ZdG_7M" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_3973.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-90088347662685909232010-07-08T22:08:00.003+02:002010-07-08T22:08:19.497+02:002010-07-08T22:08:19.497+02:00&nbsp;Esiste un luogo nella memoria <br /> dove risiede il suo nome...<br /> Ascolta la sua storia <br /> e capirai il suo nome<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-9008834766268590923?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qkB6OTiRLrYGHkBzHPbN4Mc-Uw8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qkB6OTiRLrYGHkBzHPbN4Mc-Uw8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qkB6OTiRLrYGHkBzHPbN4Mc-Uw8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qkB6OTiRLrYGHkBzHPbN4Mc-Uw8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/WEn_TrA6P5M" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_9351.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-74981843631334437242010-07-08T22:06:00.003+02:002010-07-08T22:06:56.521+02:002010-07-08T22:06:56.521+02:00&nbsp;immagini antiche...di un tempo lontano <br /> tra racconti di vite nel palmo della mano<br /> ecco il silenzio amante del vento<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-7498184363133443724?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-CFYCl2w9Il-WhWeVu6XWb2uFnI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-CFYCl2w9Il-WhWeVu6XWb2uFnI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a 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href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTMNaMqcaskwDQghXCs9wLv0WNU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTMNaMqcaskwDQghXCs9wLv0WNU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTMNaMqcaskwDQghXCs9wLv0WNU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTMNaMqcaskwDQghXCs9wLv0WNU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/E3s_LfyuiQQ" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_7687.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-87545839907735879952010-07-08T22:00:00.003+02:002010-07-08T22:00:24.596+02:002010-07-08T22:00:24.596+02:00chiudi gli okki ed ascolta perchè non c'è più nulla d'ascoltare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-8754583990773587995?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N7hvuTD3W6rT1jBUJGOuXI-q88c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N7hvuTD3W6rT1jBUJGOuXI-q88c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N7hvuTD3W6rT1jBUJGOuXI-q88c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N7hvuTD3W6rT1jBUJGOuXI-q88c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/0iW6mwV_qb0" height="1" width="1"/>Fafolinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729664387721025624noreply@blogger.com0http://fafolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-profundis.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536114908649227613.post-60925126016742257462010-07-08T21:56:00.005+02:002010-07-08T21:57:22.355+02:002010-07-08T21:57:22.355+02:00&nbsp;e tutto quel rumore a cosa serviva se un giocattolo rimaneva sul palmo della mano<br /> Così vicino...così lontano per non ammettere echi di battaglie e lacrime amare tra sogni e speranze dilatate in una storia chiamata da alcuni noia e da alcuni tempo<br /> &nbsp;Pugni stretti nel silenzio ma i nomi sono tanti...sparsi nel vento<br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8536114908649227613-6092512601674225746?l=fafolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7aVDc_a_ZQKHGOabgSmf5i222Vs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7aVDc_a_ZQKHGOabgSmf5i222Vs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7aVDc_a_ZQKHGOabgSmf5i222Vs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7aVDc_a_ZQKHGOabgSmf5i222Vs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fafolino/~4/84c4p43Kqk8" height="1" 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