tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30395944204447519632017-09-22T21:29:36.110+02:00Ispirando - Poesie frasi aforismi citazioni.Momenti per RifletterePoesie,aforismi,citazioni.Momenti per Riflettere.Ispirando vuole essere uno strumento che facilita, che stimola, che alimenta tutto questo. Un sito che parla di emozioni, cultura, del piacere e della gioia di vivereIspirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-63321495651692846402016-11-25T00:10:00.001+01:002016-11-25T00:10:17.593+01:00 Lascia il posto ai sogni<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/df/ad/59/dfad5936e9c9b5b1b432de3ed0f27189.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/df/ad/59/dfad5936e9c9b5b1b432de3ed0f27189.gif" /></a></div>Il mondo è un occhio gigante che fissa le stelle. Quando si stanca, chiude le sue palpebre – proprio come sto facendo ora – e lascia il posto ai sogni, che è il motivo per cui la notte è molto più misteriosa del giorno.<br />(Sean Stewart)Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-56149617107760363942016-11-24T22:21:00.002+01:002016-11-24T23:18:31.567+01:00 Vivere in maniera quasi meccanica<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOsWR9hXv80/WDdZa1QCGJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u6ylnQSejlIC_Qmf3koM04zWOTSlaKNBACLcB/s1600/15137617_919180644849005_6580575145777039466_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOsWR9hXv80/WDdZa1QCGJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u6ylnQSejlIC_Qmf3koM04zWOTSlaKNBACLcB/s400/15137617_919180644849005_6580575145777039466_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Molte persone vivono in maniera quasi meccanica, inconsapevoli di qualsiasi ideale, o progetto di vita. Vengono al mondo, lottano per guadagnarsi da vivere e abbandonano le sponde della mortalità senza sapere perché siano venute sulla Terra, senza conoscere i propri doveri.<br /><br />A prescindere da quale sia il traguardo della vita, è evidente che l’uomo è insidiato dai bisogni, che si sforza disperatamente di soddisfare. È molto importante concentrarsi sui propri bisogni reali, inve<span class="text_exposed_show">ce di creare una grande quantità di desideri inutili e superflui.</span><br /><div class="text_exposed_show"><br />L’uomo deve distinguere fra i bisogni reali e le “necessità non necessarie”. Chi si circonda di “necessità non necessarie” e lussi materiali, si dimentica di concentrarsi sulle piccole necessità del corpo e sulla grande necessità di sviluppare l’efficienza mentale e la contentezza divina. Queste persone acquistano nuove automobili e nuovi vestiti, pagandoli a rate: di conseguenza, sono perennemente indebitate e costrette a passare tutto il tempo sforzandosi invano di guadagnare.<br /><br />Non hanno tempo per sviluppare l’efficienza mentale, o coltivare la pace interiore, perché sono assoggettate alle incessanti richieste del Tiranno Lusso Materiale. La prosperità non consiste soltanto nel guadagnare denaro, ma richiede anche lo sviluppo dell’ efficienza mentale, strumento indispensabile per acquisire salute, ricchezza, saggezza e pace in modo costante.<br />Paramahansa Yogananda</div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-62544914062611957552015-11-27T20:15:00.005+01:002015-11-27T20:15:58.768+01:00Biosphera 2.0, tecnologia e cyclette per scaldare casa futuro<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IXUBkxiWaE/Vlir4AaxBYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZileccfGZo/s1600/fa9e3e27a3a828c69eb5ab7ef2d28fe4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IXUBkxiWaE/Vlir4AaxBYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZileccfGZo/s400/fa9e3e27a3a828c69eb5ab7ef2d28fe4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Una casa in cui vivere, senza rinunciare agli elettrodomestici a cui siamo abituati, alla temperatura e umidità idonee (tra i 21° in inverno e i 25° in estate e tra il 45 e il 55% di umidità) studiata in base alle reazioni del nostro organismo e della nostra pelle, con la giusta quantità di luce, costruita secondo criteri di massima sostenibilità: è questa la sfida lanciata da Biosphera2.0.<br /> Una casa in cui vivere, senza rinunciare ad alcun comfort e con temperature ideali, <a href="http://www.improntaunika.it/2015/11/biosphera-2-0-tecnologia-e-cyclette-per-scaldare-casa-futuro/">continua a leggere </a>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-71505372761965528942014-11-08T21:32:00.000+01:002014-11-08T21:46:40.599+01:00Ma da queste profonde ferite usciranno farfalle libere!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ro8AmLNJGJs/VF5_Ge4vLPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0Z5oEEgk1qc/s1600/144716401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ro8AmLNJGJs/VF5_Ge4vLPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0Z5oEEgk1qc/s1600/144716401.jpg" height="400" width="287" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O donne povere e sole, violentate da chi non vi conosce. Donne che avete mani sull’infanzia, esultanti segreti</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />d’amore tenete conto che la vostra voracità naturale non sarà mai saziata.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Mangerete polvere, cercherete d’impazzire e non ci riuscirete, avrete sempre il filo della ragione che vi </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />taglierà in due.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ma da queste profonde ferite usciranno farfalle libere.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b>Alda Merini</b></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-2828039910379586332014-04-19T17:30:00.002+02:002014-04-19T17:30:19.907+02:00La natura e il suo perenne movimento <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVKvfdd2Az4/U1KVmJCc3vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LcmaKJlJv5A/s1600/fddc2e85397f97221220552b5d337840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVKvfdd2Az4/U1KVmJCc3vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LcmaKJlJv5A/s1600/fddc2e85397f97221220552b5d337840.jpg" height="400" width="397" /></a></div><div class="auto-style1"> <span class="style349">La natura non ha alcun bisogno di un padrone che la diriga; da sola mantiene il suo perenne movimento e la sua attività. E se questo padrone esistesse veramente, cosa meriterebbe, oltre a disprezzo e a oltraggio, per aver creato un universo colmo di tante imperfezioni?</span> </div><div class="auto-style1"><strong>Donatien Alphonse François de Sade</strong>, <em>Justine o le disavventure della virtù</em>, 1791</div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-73623820455675068922013-12-11T17:37:00.002+01:002013-12-11T17:38:50.116+01:00Invictus,la poesia che diede coraggio a Mandela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12-XJxoSoMk/UqiUP8XZ73I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AeEFuW26hy4/s1600/Nelson-Mandela-poesia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12-XJxoSoMk/UqiUP8XZ73I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AeEFuW26hy4/s400/Nelson-Mandela-poesia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dal profondo della notte che mi avvolge,<br /> Nera come un pozzo da un polo all'altro,<br /> Ringrazio qualunque dio esista<br /> Per la mia anima invincibile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Nella feroce morsa della circostanza<br /> Non ho arretrato né gridato.<br /> Sotto le randellate della sorte<br /> Il mio capo è sanguinante, ma non chino.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Oltre questo luogo d'ira e lacrime<br /> Incombe il solo Orrore delle ombre,<br /> E ancora la minaccia degli anni<br /> Mi trova e mi troverà senza paura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Non importa quanto stretto sia il passaggio,<br /> Quanto piena di castighi la vita,<br /> Io sono il padrone del mio destino;<br /> Io sono il capitano della mia anima.</span></div><div align="LEFT"></div><h1 align="CENTER" class="western" lang="it-IT"><span style="font-size: medium;">William Ernest Henley</span></h1><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">1849-1903</div><div align="LEFT"><br /><br /></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-58760056644677827322013-09-07T18:44:00.002+02:002013-09-07T18:53:16.525+02:00Nervi strappati con tralci di viti<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oWMIX39dSI/UitXg9NJQxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7qNWnhTzbD8/s1600/alcolismo-120204-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oWMIX39dSI/UitXg9NJQxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7qNWnhTzbD8/s400/alcolismo-120204-001.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Sottili frammenti d'angosce bevute,</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">fumi calati in ricordi affogati.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Nervi strappati con tralci di viti,</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">ombre oscillanti emerse dai tini,</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">non temono te che le avvicini</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">...Ricorda...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">di stelle cadenti son piene le menti!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </span></span></span></b></div></div></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-90691371495227552102013-09-01T19:11:00.000+02:002013-09-01T19:14:23.884+02:00cammini profondi in spazi immortali<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reUfJlyE6Fo/UiN04UI79_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q-lBrIzQPXI/s1600/1150165_643842708959452_731276075_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reUfJlyE6Fo/UiN04UI79_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q-lBrIzQPXI/s400/1150165_643842708959452_731276075_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROMMNRLIPAI/UiNvIBpK3dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DqfAZBB7BjE/s1600/999822_629988260344897_470350604_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Impronte distese su agresti sentieri cammini profondi in spazi immortali. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Sacre visioni,evanescenze radiose in spirali di vita,soffuse illusioni dipanate nel tempo con gocce scorganti di sapere disceso.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </b></span></span></div></div></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-54003948907859426382013-08-10T18:08:00.001+02:002013-08-10T18:08:58.123+02:00mangiare il vuoto per sentirsi pieni<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WdawgXZ6zM/UgZkXRqLGkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/foAnNS4m0Ek/s1600/casa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WdawgXZ6zM/UgZkXRqLGkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/foAnNS4m0Ek/s400/casa.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In fondo la vita la riempi di cose e poi non sai mai cosa si dicono fra loro.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ho ascoltato in preghiera il loro inerme sentire,</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">vibrava della stessa natura di coloro che mangiano il vuoto per sentirsi pieni.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b></b></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b></b></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </span></span></b></span></span></div></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-10147267479609308692013-08-01T15:13:00.002+02:002013-08-01T15:47:38.536+02:00veli squartati su lande lucenti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyaERsnDhuA/UfpeoKlqMOI/AAAAAAAAADw/HO403kC_pus/s1600/barca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyaERsnDhuA/UfpeoKlqMOI/AAAAAAAAADw/HO403kC_pus/s400/barca.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sbiaditi ricordi vapori sfumati sacche di vita pesi dispersi infrante elusioni stirate attrazioni. <br />Curve allungate sentieri ritorti specchi visori retro riversi fessure offuscate sogni immaturi<br /> d'inerzia forzata.<br /> Graffi di musa canti coscienti veli squartati su lande lucenti.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </span></span></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-41343527207191548362013-07-24T18:13:00.000+02:002013-07-24T18:14:05.341+02:00corpi violati su altari sbiaditi <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8M5bGCPVlZ8/Ue_8Gnd3LKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iobL_JogXBs/s1600/norberto+martini+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8M5bGCPVlZ8/Ue_8Gnd3LKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iobL_JogXBs/s400/norberto+martini+11.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Sguardi saccenti vesti talari lodi fioccate su altari sbiaditi salmi smarriti preghiere graffiate.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Piani inclinati squlibri emanati ritorte emozioni</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> fusioni colmate amplessi convessi su corpi violati .</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vapore calato d'incenso perduto con assurdo stupore canta il Pastore</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </span></span></span></span></b></div></div></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-67848759108906596292013-07-22T17:41:00.001+02:002013-07-22T17:49:34.043+02:00Parole taglienti su note stonate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDFNeaWc--c/Ue1Sg2HvUKI/AAAAAAAAACk/opst4zMsjag/s1600/solitudine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="327" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDFNeaWc--c/Ue1Sg2HvUKI/AAAAAAAAACk/opst4zMsjag/s400/solitudine.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Rapporti spalmati su manti nevosi rintocchi pesanti d'inerzia voluta.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Vene sgorganti di fiele bevuto,visioni acetate,incontri sottili,interessi intrecciati,fumi impigliati in bocche sgualcite.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Parole taglienti su note stonate,orli cuciti su occhi infuocati sguardi lontani pioggie seccate da cuori avvizziti </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">in menti isolate.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </span></span></b></span></div></div><br /></div>Ispirandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122410871539956217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-52847483973461782472013-07-19T10:52:00.000+02:002013-07-19T10:52:07.699+02:00 farfalle in picchiata su giorni felici<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cj8aBYzdPgc/UegWEXMVaKI/AAAAAAAAASY/qxaCoDu3s3g/s1600/Farfalle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cj8aBYzdPgc/UegWEXMVaKI/AAAAAAAAASY/qxaCoDu3s3g/s320/Farfalle.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Infanzia giocata fra gigli accigliati ponti segreti in campi sognati sorrisi mancati d'intenso tremore abbracci tentati con tanto ardore.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tanta armonia ti apre la Via secondo manuale questo e' normale la malasorte spranga le porte.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Spine cadute rovi fioriti farfalle in picchiata su giorni felici.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vita avvitata con tanto sudore mi hai fatto forte senza rumore.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </span></span></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-45537357520521829962013-07-18T00:30:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:35:36.753+02:00mangi la fame in torbidi affari<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfrG7wKlfbI/UeawA10lO7I/AAAAAAAAARg/05w3igxTKHY/s1600/Fame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfrG7wKlfbI/UeawA10lO7I/AAAAAAAAARg/05w3igxTKHY/s400/Fame.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Consumi trasfusi in gocce rugose manti velati notti ingiallite pensieri cuposi sbiaditi rintocchi di ansie strozzate.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Cerniere serrate bottoni scuciti fili tirati ricordi seduti...menti smarrite.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Corsa ingrippata vapore oleoso miscela esplosiva corpi infiammati .</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Ombra strozzante grettezza indigesta </span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">sagace tempesta di mondi nascosti mangi la fame in torbidi affari con sogni violenti gioisci e spaventi...ramazzi le menti.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Catene spezzate respiro profondo un calcio nel culo!Riprendiamoci il mondo</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </b></span></span></span></div></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-38837964844190166912013-07-17T00:30:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:36:45.138+02:00campi riarsi d'interessi letali<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWfrSdpWjPo/UeV6AmHt8XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/K8ucuSEKE0w/s1600/sete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWfrSdpWjPo/UeV6AmHt8XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/K8ucuSEKE0w/s400/sete.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Risorse strappate soprusi assetati avulsi rintocchi </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">cascate incerate in stagni contorti d'acqua rilenta vasi bucati.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Sete squamosa lingue liscose bicchieri di sabbia respiri soffiati </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">d'amari sorrisi...sacche avvizzite in secche lagune. </span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Stracci imbevuti di sete bagnata in campi riarsi d'interessi letali .</span></span><br /><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span> </b></span></span></span></div></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-55115630015557531422013-07-16T07:30:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:37:15.549+02:00Misera-mente d'umano squallore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsvY8tU0C5U/UeQLI5nkxCI/AAAAAAAAARA/RC8fMBzWKkE/s1600/scrivere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsvY8tU0C5U/UeQLI5nkxCI/AAAAAAAAARA/RC8fMBzWKkE/s400/scrivere.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Valli compresse d'aria gassosa asfalto gommoso abusi sagaci escrementi occultati in siepi compresse falci rotanti su alberi chini alveari cangianti di calce bagnata viventi per caso terreno usurpato.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Natura errante con mano graziata da stupri profondi ti sei scanciata.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Misera-mente d'umano squallore di pece ti piace cambiare colore. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Scolando cemento sul piano suonato vento riarso hai armato!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Non ululare la tua agitazione fottuto ti sei...Gran Coglione</span></span></span><br /><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </b></span></span></span></div></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-45788890453154076952013-07-15T08:00:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:37:51.733+02:00Brama librata desiderio tagliente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1BaePvEdWc/UeLOFnslzpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/m7-8A7SnBF4/s1600/Ragazzo_rotaie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1BaePvEdWc/UeLOFnslzpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/m7-8A7SnBF4/s400/Ragazzo_rotaie.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwDCHgfMwi0/UeLGUnpgZwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QdAOgxwMMDQ/s1600/1315_629987490344974_422802110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: -0.08cm; margin-right: -0.87cm;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: -0.08cm; margin-right: -0.87cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Schiocco di frusta belante singhiozzo pianto spezzato morso tirato briglie ritorte capo chinato.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tempo di magre certezze,fangoso sapere strisciante ingordigia di sete salata .</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Il Potere s'inchina terre ti offre d'ortiche nascoste.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aratro sghezzato mani servili menti graffiate speranze perdute.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brama librata</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> desiderio </span></span>tagliente rivolta innescata.Gioghi sganciati germogli lucenti vigne succose otri di canto tornado soffiato.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-17046521655722503812013-07-14T11:32:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:37:41.714+02:00Schiuma Vitale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U58tbkJfnKs/UeFznUXDvfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GiIMPoIxDD8/s1600/shiuma-vitale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U58tbkJfnKs/UeFznUXDvfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GiIMPoIxDD8/s400/shiuma-vitale.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Destri sguardi arcuati sorrisi indegne crepe insipide fratture torsioni ragionate.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Incaglio perfetto rapporto contorto la spina sorride all'umano fragore.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vittoria persa lancia scheggiata nel cuore battente di schiuma vitale.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Filo spirante calibro senziente equilibrio scoccante sguardo balocco. </span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sereno scavalco ossa stirate di cadaveri persi in orge mentali.</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.69cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-56687028224209745752013-07-13T09:30:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:38:05.520+02:00Preghiere sfregiate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmQXV3iDBrI/UeAcfg3ZfwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8DJRGJHaXTA/s1600/dipingere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmQXV3iDBrI/UeAcfg3ZfwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8DJRGJHaXTA/s400/dipingere.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Astratti nel cielo circolari pensieri,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">segni del tempo leggiadri passi sinuosi rintocchi soffici incontri.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Preghiere sfregiate d'impasto salato tempo sgualcito nei rovi contorti.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Oggi dipingo la Vita,felice di niente gioioso del Tutto.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-76400351135263057352013-07-12T07:00:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:38:17.828+02:00capovolgimento delle regole<div style="font-family: Noteworthy; line-height: 26px;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eiABH4T4PHg/Ud7hGHXFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/YEqu5wcGxBU/s1600/barca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eiABH4T4PHg/Ud7hGHXFJ4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/YEqu5wcGxBU/s400/barca.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nell'intero capovolgimento delle regole,l'uomo se ne sta avvilito nella culla del rimorso.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Con un onda traversa l'orizzonte striscia,vele rigonfie,slancio perfetto,ego dismesso,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">corsa nel vento,sorriso vitale. Opulenza .</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-44965805690308111942013-07-11T17:22:00.000+02:002013-07-18T11:38:38.235+02:00nel seno del fare<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6i-XQrsa1q4/Ud7NRMu9MsI/AAAAAAAAANc/dlS8wJgTW20/s1600/1011457_624858740857849_715697273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6i-XQrsa1q4/Ud7NRMu9MsI/AAAAAAAAANc/dlS8wJgTW20/s400/1011457_624858740857849_715697273_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Legare la corda slegare il nodo issare la vela ammainare la bandiera torcere lamiere battere il ferro piallare il legno.Immerso nel seno del fare contemplo l'ozio.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span></div><br />Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-92128676036668236522013-07-10T18:17:00.001+02:002013-07-18T11:38:50.479+02:00Quando i governi opprimono e sfruttano <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdudFopCMvI/Ud2I4GHea-I/AAAAAAAAANM/SQqmPa-F3wk/s1600/governi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdudFopCMvI/Ud2I4GHea-I/AAAAAAAAANM/SQqmPa-F3wk/s400/governi.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="style621" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="style621" style="text-align: center;">Quando i governi opprimono e sfruttano fanno il loro mestiere e chiunque gli affida senza controllo la libertà non ha il diritto di meravigliarsi che la libertà sia immediatamente disonorata. Se la libertà è oggi umiliata o incatenata, non è perché i suoi nemici hanno usato il tradimento, ma perché i suoi amici hanno dato le dimissioni.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="style637"> <b>Albert Camus</b>, <i>Pane e libertà</i>, 1953 </span></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-75046662825277011992013-07-04T12:04:00.001+02:002013-07-18T11:39:02.752+02:00 la mente si avvita<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTQkFBgoh44/UdVF130kIjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5V5mkZU45qk/s680/419100_609740082369715_1246092551_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTQkFBgoh44/UdVF130kIjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5V5mkZU45qk/s400/419100_609740082369715_1246092551_n.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nel timore di vivere il tempo la luce del giorno inspira tramonti d'inverno e si accompagna a gelati tormenti.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> La carne si contorce la mente si avvita.</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'Assoluto nel silenzio dell'anima soffia sui semi dell'illusione... </div><div style="text-align: center;">la mente si ferma e la pelle s'impregna di Vita cosciente.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Alessandro<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Nunziati</span></span></i><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">Ispirando</span><span style="font-size: small;"> ©2013 </span></b></span></span></span></div><br /><br />Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-23347119400329909072013-07-03T11:21:00.002+02:002013-07-14T18:21:09.259+02:00Tu sei una trama di momenti <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfF8AALYH4U/UdPs6_NWwDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYIXIRhrSBQ/s900/banbino_natuara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfF8AALYH4U/UdPs6_NWwDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qYIXIRhrSBQ/s400/banbino_natuara.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu sei un filo passato attraverso la cruna di un ago.Tu sei una trama di momenti accomulati che si ammassano in giorni,notti e anni.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu sei un rotolo di tela teso dalla nascita alla morte.Tu sei fasciato come un neonato,vestito come una stella e avvolto come un cadavere...</div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039594420444751963.post-8006556202239663552013-07-02T13:06:00.000+02:002013-07-15T16:52:05.279+02:00osservo le ansie <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o7Jr7SJILw/UdLPnAEufFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mYFiiJIoqus/s480/303407_575205025844769_1719048530_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o7Jr7SJILw/UdLPnAEufFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mYFiiJIoqus/s400/303407_575205025844769_1719048530_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Silente mi contraggo,osservo le ansie raccolte nei campi aridi delle incertezze ed è' subito rivelazione.<br />"Come una piuma il Mio soffio ti ha immesso nella vita ,<br />non essere frumento acerbo ma rugiada che accarezza il tuo esser ME".<br /><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ispirando</span> ©2013 </b></div>Ispirandonoreply@blogger.com0