tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61832724872483352992024-11-01T04:58:01.026-07:00I gialli di Mauriziodi Maurizio CentiniMaurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183272487248335299.post-89774097529866676452013-04-16T03:11:00.004-07:002013-04-16T03:11:58.019-07:00Cari amici, ho appena terminato il quarto thriller. Ancora non ho scelto il titolo, ho qui davanti una rosa di possibili, aspettetterò l'illuminazione.<br />
<br />Maurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183272487248335299.post-32360921065086496522010-10-09T05:26:00.000-07:002011-01-05T23:47:41.966-08:00FINALMENTE!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2KvCofRYhYZAiSS-jAICWA99PPXNAueAp1bz3cYjqcq4K7ctNEeJI-nt0fE6O2PIqDUz-CDv_HyyWZt5MBCN3qLpy-xlgiI9GBncdfFQKd4Ncr1crUJ1MRlnr7xLnQ3p00p1mCaA8fd-/s1600/locandina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2KvCofRYhYZAiSS-jAICWA99PPXNAueAp1bz3cYjqcq4K7ctNEeJI-nt0fE6O2PIqDUz-CDv_HyyWZt5MBCN3qLpy-xlgiI9GBncdfFQKd4Ncr1crUJ1MRlnr7xLnQ3p00p1mCaA8fd-/s320/locandina.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">E' NATO UN GRANDE GIALLO! UN THRILLER DA NON PERDERE!</span></div>Maurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183272487248335299.post-74509495591341572192010-10-05T20:18:00.000-07:002010-11-15T09:00:32.980-08:00QUEL PRATO<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Io lo rammento</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">quel prato appartato dietro il cancello</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">dove sciamava l'estate di collina</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">scavalcando la siepe</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">e gettandosi al piano </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">gonfiava</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">gli acerbi filari.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tu forse nei hai perduto il ricordo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">nel tuo covo d'acqua e di pietra</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">annidato tra i sussurri dell'Arno</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ma in quel prato dipinto</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ero un'isola percossa</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">che aspettava il tuo approdo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">tra corolle di margherite e grida di foreste in collera.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Com'ero terrestre </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">nel pomeriggio ostinato</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ad attendere colpi di remo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">nello stagno dei miraggi</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">col tuo corpo marziano a due passi</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">senza avere la forza</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">dui graffiarlo annegandoci il mio.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Certo capivi tutto questo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">su quel prato pieno di saggezza</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">mentre io ammorbato da astratti contagi</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">parevo in esilio su uno scoglio</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">lontano dal faro</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">che avrei dovuto assalire</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">agredire coi baci e col sangue</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">là su quel prato.</span></i></div>Maurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183272487248335299.post-62603201519684202612010-10-04T07:56:00.001-07:002010-10-08T21:22:15.255-07:00TRAMONTANA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Sul viale spalancato alla campagna</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>raccoglieva sospiri come fossero foglie</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>e con la corsa sbandata e furiosa</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>verso morbide valli annerite</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>incideva di colpo i crateri lunari</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>aiutando a raggiungere l'alba.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Ma dopo stagioni scampate </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>la carezza arruffata e prodiga</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>non basta al miracolo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>che invocano le mie cicatrici</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>e sento la burbera voce di allora</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>orchestrare le tenebre</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>aspettandosi ancora sospiri.</em></span></div>Maurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183272487248335299.post-12816162195373374612010-10-03T08:00:00.000-07:002010-11-15T08:54:37.758-08:00SULLA ROCCA<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDoRarHdCOIL-wHmtGD3GDAHYt2GHPhxOLFmHjIc4sGg9twVyx9c3BJKA0s-I15KwAfxHAAuY7r5_P5MiRdXLwxgiTq1L3XP11fGeQThY7YHT9ikPlPOevnifByBA8atrZthcrAUfTd4x/s1600/Camminamenti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDoRarHdCOIL-wHmtGD3GDAHYt2GHPhxOLFmHjIc4sGg9twVyx9c3BJKA0s-I15KwAfxHAAuY7r5_P5MiRdXLwxgiTq1L3XP11fGeQThY7YHT9ikPlPOevnifByBA8atrZthcrAUfTd4x/s320/Camminamenti.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>La pietra satura di stupori</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>elargisce antichi silenzi</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>e in quel turgore quasi spietato</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>si annidano le indolenti sfumature</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>che seppero plagiare i miei anni.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Fra le torri inchiodate nel vento</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>cerco in inutile attesa ostinata</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>la morbida piega di un sorriso smarrito</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>mentre l'esausto tramonto diventa routine</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">e nello sguardo m'insinua il suo sbadiglio</span>.</i></div>Maurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183272487248335299.post-78919607407701165152010-09-29T11:40:00.001-07:002010-09-29T11:40:05.480-07:00sto organizzando il blog... scusatemiMaurizio Centinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836815993439671654noreply@blogger.com6