tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14134968749372890062026-05-15T20:19:01.535+02:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-63037987343235643662012-09-04T01:26:00.000+02:002012-09-04T01:32:28.086+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nel pulpito d'ognora m'arrovello</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a rimirar nel sangue dell'agnello</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quel che la vita brama e quel ch'è stato</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">riflesso nel salato e nel disperso&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sol che la quiete m'appiattisce il verbo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e nel mio senso perdo le paure</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dello stormir dell'ali tutto intorno</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e del respiro il corpo mio s'è pago&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vissi ch' ognora mi battesse il petto</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nei soliloqui dell'eterna vita</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e nel ramingo fusi la mia mente</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con la quaderna delle stelle errate&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finchè morir d'aurora fu il mio solo effetto</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e la mia voce si protrasse incontro</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ai verdicupi di quel prato avvezzo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">alle carezze deste di un'estate&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queste parole sono il senso e solo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quello ch'esprime ancor la mente mia</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quando' s'appassa il senso delle cose</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e la mia voce canta poesia...&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E dell'amor mi copro e le sue fronde...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dicembre 2009</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pubblicata con lo pseudonimo Jorghe Thaliesin</span><br /> </div> <div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline;"> <span style="line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"> </span> <br /> <div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"><span style="font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"><br /></span></span></div> <span style="line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"> </span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx7URGlzE26l8K584hC7hmFquKiVnx3PzTY-O_2vH2ckjA7F2K3JTduEZuut5OMRMuK0xoA2NcbhXtaxDjhf06RW76AyCGVi55SwceOxDw_1sZg3U2L6dSmji7o_U9opgUTiYZOptYNkC/s1600/ognora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx7URGlzE26l8K584hC7hmFquKiVnx3PzTY-O_2vH2ckjA7F2K3JTduEZuut5OMRMuK0xoA2NcbhXtaxDjhf06RW76AyCGVi55SwceOxDw_1sZg3U2L6dSmji7o_U9opgUTiYZOptYNkC/s320/ognora.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div> <span style="line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"> <div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"><br /></span></div> </span></div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-74675134126356676712012-08-27T02:33:00.001+02:002012-08-27T02:34:29.759+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nel mezzo di una notte calda e afosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">passò Beatrice l' agognata sposa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lasciando poche gocce sulla via</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">bagnando appena suolo e mezzeria</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nemmeno se ne accorse il molo e il mare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che la città non s'ebbe a risvegliare...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All'alba ci trovammo caldi e stanchi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che il sole ardente ci fiaccava i fianchi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a Dante s'era data la fuggiasca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lasciandoci la scelta della vasca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">oppure il refrigerio goccia a goccia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">offerto dal fluire della doccia...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E del diluvio niente rimaneva...</span></div><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CQueeEmR7Ztc_w4nzImbPpTOqB5a3fcsz4KCE-E9UlA_D6Q_5U1ne-qDFzu1jqbnHJrGPCV8IRFIrgE08Noqa6P6Rdou18nf8EDTZ3WdUsakxCZixTPtYHsf-8mIC4MCOjylNg3nrO3e/s1600/dante_beatrice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CQueeEmR7Ztc_w4nzImbPpTOqB5a3fcsz4KCE-E9UlA_D6Q_5U1ne-qDFzu1jqbnHJrGPCV8IRFIrgE08Noqa6P6Rdou18nf8EDTZ3WdUsakxCZixTPtYHsf-8mIC4MCOjylNg3nrO3e/s320/dante_beatrice.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-8010253187766378762012-07-30T00:55:00.000+02:002012-07-30T00:55:20.473+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E' quello che non dico o non so dire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che ho regalato al tempo e alla memoria</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come un orpello futile e sbagliato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fatto di voli, sogni e di parole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E' questo volto odierno da corsaro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">questo mio andare fuori dalle righe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che sposo oggi come soluzione</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ad un sentire intriso di malia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Senza che posa me ne faccia scudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rubo alla vita solo un non so che</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rimando strali fatti di velluto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e ciocche di capelli appesi a un filo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E non mi stanca di morir d'essenza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ne di sgolarmi in futili facezie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se parlo raro dirimpetto al mondo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sparando al cielo facili idiozie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nel contrappasso di un eccelso antico</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che mi ritrovo come voce propria</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">non per mia scelta, ma comunque mio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ormai di pelle fuso e mai sfilato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Urlo, la rabbia che mi scoppia in petto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">per non piagar la carne a morsi e graffi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nell'iraconda freccia di cupido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che proprio il cuore già mi dilaniò</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E non ammetto ne' posso accettare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">voci di genti che mi parlan dietro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se le mie scelte le ho compiute io</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e non ho chiesto mai assistenza alcuna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma nell'andare mai ho rivolto prece..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Immagine del maestro Luis Royo</span></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJz5wAoLi5ffPlCUg_jja3WAEBgqAA8Q95YdoeAncVYSWKfiQrypjwYDWgJSfAVUG07NyqCTJgWiuiv6cVejebDLIU9QDS67rbNesfBkIsK6Wo4aF3bd1AUAPInBi9doAqiuxG_TJa4ABE/s1600/Royo-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJz5wAoLi5ffPlCUg_jja3WAEBgqAA8Q95YdoeAncVYSWKfiQrypjwYDWgJSfAVUG07NyqCTJgWiuiv6cVejebDLIU9QDS67rbNesfBkIsK6Wo4aF3bd1AUAPInBi9doAqiuxG_TJa4ABE/s320/Royo-.jpg" width="264" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-51638639477218607482012-07-24T01:01:00.000+02:002012-07-24T01:01:03.327+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Non credo piu' nella luce e nel buio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ma credo nelle stille e nelle gocce...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In ogni attimo che si batte per i diritto di vivere</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nell'esistenza che va oltre il corporeo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e si spande costruendosi tra e emozioni e pensieri</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Credo nell' appartenenza dell'anima&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e nella sua libertà in contrappunto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Credo nell'esilio volontario</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e nella realizzazione di un monolite proprio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">alba e diamante dello spirito e intriso di questo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Credo che alla fine della strada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ci sia solo un cartello con scritto avanti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma non so dire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">verso che cosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Forse solo verso la prossima meta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Un punto là dove finisce, o dove comincia il sole.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Marco Casini</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">24/07/2012</span></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8XMiZw9K8jNSG0aRCm9tsWwBn-X-wOx8ZTFLL-Nu4Vi4fI794mcYmOH_evTIEeZFhaE-UudOyfg-4abLDfqNSLU3GcswFb8ACC_767RRDeFTX7IfMaXwUqvBgwXyHxZzCUq9g7Fp_XgT/s1600/white-lotus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8XMiZw9K8jNSG0aRCm9tsWwBn-X-wOx8ZTFLL-Nu4Vi4fI794mcYmOH_evTIEeZFhaE-UudOyfg-4abLDfqNSLU3GcswFb8ACC_767RRDeFTX7IfMaXwUqvBgwXyHxZzCUq9g7Fp_XgT/s320/white-lotus.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-65547557786616392252012-07-09T11:17:00.000+02:002012-07-09T11:17:39.621+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Qualcuno ha da raccogliere</div><div style="text-align: center;">queste ali da buttare?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Le regalo a te che passi</div><div style="text-align: center;">nell'indifferente ressa</div><div style="text-align: center;">di un giorno senza storia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Le regalo al sole</div><div style="text-align: center;">che ne faccia lacrime di stelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">e le spanda nel tramonto più bello</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Qualcuno ha da accendere</div><div style="text-align: center;">quest'ultima lampada?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Nei passi sereni che lascio all'orizzonte</div><div style="text-align: center;">impronte di sabbia ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">A svanire pian piano...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Marco Casini</div><div style="text-align: center;">16/03/2010</div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttsUVivosAsJuTrg2yxnatkYF9u5ieWqB3GVlh8b9g8yLknX2vjWi4l_PtwYb__h26txRzsmUKaVqHldkHtCLejnYGmf8PgiPnCgxpwdVgssa16FI32xH6MF9Cf1svkstgPoYTikLkyDO/s1600/White+Angel+Wings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttsUVivosAsJuTrg2yxnatkYF9u5ieWqB3GVlh8b9g8yLknX2vjWi4l_PtwYb__h26txRzsmUKaVqHldkHtCLejnYGmf8PgiPnCgxpwdVgssa16FI32xH6MF9Cf1svkstgPoYTikLkyDO/s320/White+Angel+Wings.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-24833435413519779792012-06-19T23:07:00.000+02:002012-06-19T23:07:16.540+02:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V8ty5aS9Drg" width="420"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-91203496317105811512012-06-11T18:17:00.001+02:002012-06-11T18:17:12.058+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ho intarsiato ritagli di cielo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tra le lunghe ciglia della luna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ed ho appeso coriandoli di me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tra le stelle che ornano il tuo viso...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">--//--</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ora vago per sogni e coralli</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ritrovando le labbra di seta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tra le pagine di un lungo viaggio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che ancor'oggi mi porta da te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E mi siedo alla spiaggia al tramonto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mentre volano alti i gabbiani</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">poi ti scrivo parole d'amore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con l'inchiostro che il giorno mi dà</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ed è fatto di sangue e d'amore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">profumato di pelle e di rose</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">declamato con voce distinta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ed è solo il mio amore per te.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">--//--</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ho tessuto Origami di nuvole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nei colori chiari dei tuoi occhi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e ne ho fatto pastelli di cera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">per dipingere il tuo volto a mezzanotte...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2009</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtmxOGaYNLPEsl34Wu-JzVgFYGEl6HRfIjd1_Rb5VAMKnKMpd474gJcAyB-CC7_gZ46sHOK6keWnodH46MPyMIBpUjaeisiUMXN4VYL6y5UCKlwLAKEUCOzAvHoqmI0S0nHn_s6t5-qz8/s1600/origami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtmxOGaYNLPEsl34Wu-JzVgFYGEl6HRfIjd1_Rb5VAMKnKMpd474gJcAyB-CC7_gZ46sHOK6keWnodH46MPyMIBpUjaeisiUMXN4VYL6y5UCKlwLAKEUCOzAvHoqmI0S0nHn_s6t5-qz8/s320/origami.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-35929333471963219872012-05-30T08:39:00.000+02:002012-05-30T08:39:10.054+02:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gE8C28-RFTM" width="560"></iframe><br /> <br /> Il tempo del mio viaggio è terminato, lascio l'eco dei miei passi ....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-91935340706570231982012-05-28T20:05:00.000+02:002012-05-28T20:05:07.781+02:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cLu06cx-QV8" width="420"></iframe><br /> <br /> Buona serata, il giorno cede il passo al tramonto con il suo manto rosso, e la sera scende colorando il mare con il colore di un lungo bacio appassionato... Poi d'improvviso, sorge la Luna...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-7047874513246233962012-05-04T08:58:00.001+02:002012-05-04T08:59:48.880+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/marco-casini/kronos/paperback/product-20101356.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRQhlxOvr75XuZ1t6vwSIa4le-dqsvF2D9Ox3Cfucvtap1Is22ah6Dz262dzZ5HLPUugk6BZc7ltrlr7kkVZsA68Mjn6VvNPPxF3RA1uHhW4MVqhPbA-_dTlqa7p-LRfMeeOh-TZQBb-5/s320/Miniaturakkrons.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cliccare sull' Immagine</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kronos nasce come raccolta di poesie di stile epico, o meglio raccolta di epopee, come ricordi di vite vissute, ora sul delta del Nilo, sulla rupe di Sparta o nelle leggendarie terre di Avalon o di Atlantide. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">La poesia ti prende e ti porta tra mondi che prima che la tua stessa penna li infondesse su carta non sapevi nemmeno esistere, o magari si nascondevano tra le pieghe dimenticate di un tempo ermetico e dilatato dove tutto è possibile e niente è lasciato al caso. &nbsp;Emerge, si fa tuono e si fa penna, diventa parola nascendo dall’anima e terminando su carta, per lasciar posto a nuove strofe.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">La poesia non appartiene mai del tutto a chi l’ha scritta, ha mille sfumature interpretative dove ogni lettore può trovare spunti di riflessione uguali o completamente opposti, è quel ‘ganciò che ti aspira dal profondo e ti lascia steso, tra tappeti di nuvole o lembi di cuore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Vi auguro di trovare in Kronos, una delle vostre vite o magari un sogno, che vi porti con se…</div><div><br /> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-22443635225325949582012-04-09T15:47:00.001+02:002012-04-10T18:47:55.070+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ombre</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Io anima perduta</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">per questa volta non ce la faro'</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">non ho finito con le profezie</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che hanno letto la mia integrità</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E se il domani si schiarisce appena</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">non voglio scorrere il reply</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">di un tempo andato ormai perduto</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tra la fuliggine di campo eroso</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Venga la fretta di fiorire ancora</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quando le mani non si fanno prece</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e del delitto non si sconta pena</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se dio d'amore vive dentro te</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Solco di luce che schiarisce il viso</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e sfiora carni respirando ancora</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con le carezze di una mano bianca</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sopra le rughe di una fronte stanca</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sia fatto il verbo, vivida la scena</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">vuoto il sipario, folli i teatranti</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e venga vento a far volare ancora</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con quelle ali che dispiego in me...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-E del colpo di luce rimane</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">solo il ricordo a bagnare le ombre-</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Marco Casini</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">09/04/2012</span><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaYn48EbH4HH_79xO460UolOjesMizjekIJ8O8t5CggpuWqzE9NT8JN6hVveQ9c7yriFyxxUPfBr_qpm1_Qo6RUUZAlFuD2zmf9WlZoe661uoc5ZsClpGVdlq8naSpwUhFMWD23B-lc1P/s1600/ombre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaYn48EbH4HH_79xO460UolOjesMizjekIJ8O8t5CggpuWqzE9NT8JN6hVveQ9c7yriFyxxUPfBr_qpm1_Qo6RUUZAlFuD2zmf9WlZoe661uoc5ZsClpGVdlq8naSpwUhFMWD23B-lc1P/s320/ombre.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-77311461431522316772012-03-04T18:56:00.001+01:002012-03-04T19:15:01.049+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ci sono parole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">che lasciano sapori</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">di malto e di thè</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Non correre domani</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">non ci sara' il sole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">ad abbracciare le labbra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">sotto il cielo azzurro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">E non farti del male</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">mangiando frutti&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">che non hanno sapore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Queste parole ancora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">le ricordo appese ad un filo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">che il vento faceva ondeggiare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">E non c'è sale sull'onda del domani</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">niente da dire ormai&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">solo che c'è ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">come stai ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">e rispondere come sempre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">la vita va...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ci sono volti che spazzano le ombre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">e suoni perduti da ascoltare a mezzanotte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">poi ci sei tu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">ed i tuoi occhi color domani</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">il sangue nella musica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">e palpiti di immenso,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">niente altro...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">-Solo parole che violano via-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Scritta ascoitando Your Song Elthon Jhon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">11/07/2010</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mTa8U0Wa0q8" width="420"></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-4216756415945142102012-03-04T11:00:00.002+01:002012-05-25T20:33:14.866+02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amami da lontano</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">amami come sabbia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">per il tempo che la luce</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ti attraversa il viso...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ama le mie follie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i miei momenti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e se il sole ride,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">non domandarti perchè...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E' solo il cielo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che si affaccia sornione</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e benedice noi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con un raggio dorato...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma tu...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amami ancora,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come sabbia tra le dita.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e non pensare al vento,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">no, non pensarci mai...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Marco Casini&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">04/03/2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNmxzWmqh-3hgsB3x5NKgHTVX8yUbxmXvVrzQmLWNUUeKIfh6TGSSbPqRKBRv8-KqE7BH_juMd4kTdksOqIJoktcmTpt35F-U5-bOewt1hngZiTIGyt4TaYjPWM6roPlra_EzEDFgNzYs/s1600/sabbia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNmxzWmqh-3hgsB3x5NKgHTVX8yUbxmXvVrzQmLWNUUeKIfh6TGSSbPqRKBRv8-KqE7BH_juMd4kTdksOqIJoktcmTpt35F-U5-bOewt1hngZiTIGyt4TaYjPWM6roPlra_EzEDFgNzYs/s200/sabbia.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-44635165504578390552012-02-26T23:26:00.000+01:002012-02-26T23:26:33.100+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corri lupo corri</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">corri lontano verso la tua luna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">puoi solo guardarla&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e urlarle il tuo amore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">corri e grida&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lascia che le tue fibre si fondono</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in un unico boato che scuota le stelle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">C'è solo un cuore nel cuore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">solo un' anima nell'anima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">possa il frastuono</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lacerare il silenzio...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Marco Casini</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">26/02/2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wczmlKIwEtc" width="420"></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-21933792095275772282012-02-26T19:38:00.000+01:002012-02-26T19:38:00.947+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Strugge rugiada sui campi desolati</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che del morir d’amore m’ero perso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sui lividi contorni appollaiato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e niente lì nasceva, ne annaffiavo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la mandria nei dolori ammanettata</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oggi che giro il vento e mi ricordo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che il sole ardeva nuovo contro il cielo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quando negli occhi tuoi guardavo ancora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e mi rideva il fato nel cammino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">contando cento passi nella via.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma t’amo al vento, ancora so gridare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come si fa a gran voce senza posa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quand’urla tra le righe desolate</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">di un pentagamma stanco ormai ingiallito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mai mai dimenticato dentro al petto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E fuor dagli occhi luccica d’argento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la pioggia antica che riflette il cielo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ogni qualvolta sento il tuo profumo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tra i passi neri dell’ ipocrisia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e del morir m’è grato il firmamento.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando rinasce il sole e vado via…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Marco Casini</div><div style="text-align: center;">Giugno 2010</div><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNR8525TWEhr5tOO4Dq-EWUPQTAkEwPAjv451lQkoWrdeTir-lxvEnekANNZ7xluZG2utwhvUfCkNX1J8Y8o5YO9Zyw0xjYMs0R_HC54FWDBJZpFF5YQB4ylWbuh-pliAba77l_pYIdt1B/s1600/rinasce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNR8525TWEhr5tOO4Dq-EWUPQTAkEwPAjv451lQkoWrdeTir-lxvEnekANNZ7xluZG2utwhvUfCkNX1J8Y8o5YO9Zyw0xjYMs0R_HC54FWDBJZpFF5YQB4ylWbuh-pliAba77l_pYIdt1B/s1600/rinasce.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-7564457547084766882012-02-23T23:08:00.003+01:002012-02-23T23:12:15.532+01:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ciao Amore,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Questa marcia diventa ogni giorno piu' difficile e faticosa, ma è l'incedere del fato che mi spinge ad andare avanti... Una pietra lanciata nel vuoto prosegue la sua corsa, se non trova attriti accrescendo la sua massa con le particelle che raccoglie nel suo viaggio. Capita così che stiamo inseguendo una valanga, originata da una palla di neve... &nbsp;I giorni sono sempre piu' strani eterei e rarefatti, l'atmosfera è una densa distesa di nuvole strappate e di lembi di nebbia. Andiamo avanti, il fronte si sposta sempre di più e dietro non rimane niente...</span><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solo l' amore è eterno</span></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZhiZ8lIujfCElQQVfOwSvUwmKd1pkZZ5CNchcsN0kCZ2mMt1euZGooxUX_Sp9pgudfhnS_S8lzSVuDmFT1S224Pa_sAS8CQjjk4mM-vfdwEFTv6Q2ZsuSWZ-YeJF1PIIy0oOtYwwKOz-/s320/GHOST-2.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W414qqxA-v0" target="_blank"><br /> <span style="color: lime;">Joe Sartriani Love Eternal</span></a></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-33347609736330277642012-02-23T00:25:00.000+01:002012-02-23T00:27:11.051+01:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Passano strani giorni, strane notti, e quella macina che lanciai tre anni fa' piu' per l'entusiasmo di quel che mi dicevi, che quanto in fondo ci credessi veramente. Ma avevi ragione...Pensare e poi distrarsi, è così che funziona... Vorrei, come vorrei che adesso tu fossi qui con me a vederla girare, un mastodonte di pietra che corre scavando il suo percorso...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stasera le mie note mi portano una musica lenta e fatale come il vento che mi accarezza la pelle....</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Buonanotte ....</span><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgkBx8csEws" target="_blank"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Goodbye Yellow Brickroad</span></a></div><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">E' quel tempo assurdo bugiardo e malinconico, che ricopre gli attimi di una patina fatale. Incolonnati i minuti, distratti....Salutano...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-1172927416456194412012-02-20T23:17:00.000+01:002012-02-20T23:18:16.073+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aGCEH6hpI-Y" width="420"></iframe><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camminavamo senza cercarci ,pur sapendo che camminavamo per incontrarci...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- J.Cortazar -</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuxeTRj3dO2QF12fgNKO2GXJ3wVRV3Z6BxC1Xh35RwOjxxVSIx83P-lJkVvYiGNh89Ln4RG4KKQz3OfqJnDikxAjduvPcKMf05Gn6CsiJyefbGbZPc9VneB9cHEzQ6WqNZTP1kHsSgVlL/s1600/boogie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuxeTRj3dO2QF12fgNKO2GXJ3wVRV3Z6BxC1Xh35RwOjxxVSIx83P-lJkVvYiGNh89Ln4RG4KKQz3OfqJnDikxAjduvPcKMf05Gn6CsiJyefbGbZPc9VneB9cHEzQ6WqNZTP1kHsSgVlL/s320/boogie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Buonanotte&nbsp;</i></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-37448044509042757732012-02-13T14:35:00.000+01:002012-02-13T19:13:47.846+01:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A volte la vita ti porta a tornare sui tuoi passi, forse perchè quel sentiero l'avevi lasciato troppo presto, forse perchè in fondo era casa tua. Così dopo piu' di tre anni di facebook ho sentito l'esigenza di tornare al blog. Nel frattempo tante cose erano cambiate, e Splinder il posto dove avevo cominciato nel 2004 aveva chiuso i battenti, sono grato che ha predisposto un meccanismo con il quale sono riuscito a salvare i miei blog su altro circuito. Stanno la' come un monumento steli a ricordo di un tempo passato con gli amici conosciuti per queste strane strade fatte di vetro. Origami nel frattempo era già nato da tempo, uno strappo, un luogo silente dove andare di tanto in tanto lontano dalla folla, ma mi 'vestiva' al meglio delle mie sensazioni odierne, solo che è essenzialmente un blog di poesia, non so se ne faro altri per musica discussione ed altro, o se ne terro' alla fine solo uno affidandomi alle tag. Insomma è un momento di grande confusione, non ho ancora deciso cosa voglio fare da grande e penso che a questo punto sia difficile che prenda una decisione in merito. Piu' facile che mi limiti a vivere, respirando quello che il momento mi dà. Le aspettative sono un carico che nessuno puo' portare per lungo tempo alla fine un blogger anche se ha come massima aspirazione la condivisione, è una testa di lupo che si aggira solitario per le nebbie della steppa, e respira alto... Insomma tante parole per dire che sono tornato da dove forse in cuor mio non ero mai partito, nell'immenso fiume dei blog, zattera tra altre zattere che ne costellano le rive anima del fiume stesso... Buona giornata a chi passa...</span><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVsUGgYdRj81pMYD2kh8ouIGDcQGj5z-3qHEnqIVjDNCvlMx7GYxnrLfzrV7G1frUO0ZrPaSZLjdsyzCHox49b3VA42stAk-kJeCAT826vDojjN1by8paPCsffVhswKTVtTGS4V5UB-WA/s1600/lupo-fiume-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVsUGgYdRj81pMYD2kh8ouIGDcQGj5z-3qHEnqIVjDNCvlMx7GYxnrLfzrV7G1frUO0ZrPaSZLjdsyzCHox49b3VA42stAk-kJeCAT826vDojjN1by8paPCsffVhswKTVtTGS4V5UB-WA/s1600/lupo-fiume-small.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-68774426404499921202012-02-10T01:57:00.000+01:002012-02-13T18:01:18.231+01:00<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Spegni il lume ...Svelto !!!</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Che il giorno non s'abbia accorgere</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> che ancora crepita il tuo fuoco,&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Taci...</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Ahi Dimitri che lunga corsa è stata</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> non ebbi mai a pensare,&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> che il rosso della fiamma</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> potesse venir meno.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Eppur s'agogna</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> tra rami adunchi</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> e cenere dispersa</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> la sotto fiamma accesa...</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Marco Casini&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> 08/02/2011</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-Js-TULsJ9uhxUj8HuNuNHF5NUIOYg4eguQKieFcR5kwDYO2awlDtSg4iIPKWvd1Q3CODaHuLXmbyGLyBDFGHMjmjn9KMkzVRaveZQ8-_3s4wNGYl_PuV87W8a2rfFOlpikGdl4Be07G/s1600/braci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-Js-TULsJ9uhxUj8HuNuNHF5NUIOYg4eguQKieFcR5kwDYO2awlDtSg4iIPKWvd1Q3CODaHuLXmbyGLyBDFGHMjmjn9KMkzVRaveZQ8-_3s4wNGYl_PuV87W8a2rfFOlpikGdl4Be07G/s1600/braci.jpg" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <br /> <br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-61073667443748645652012-02-03T15:01:00.000+01:002012-02-13T18:01:30.900+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span></div> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> La difficoltà nel portare un mantello di ermellino, sta nel fatto che tutti te lo vogliono togliere. Allora per stare tranquillo te lo togli e rimani in camicia. Ma non basta... Troppo bella la tua camicia, e ti tocca lasciarla e rimanere a torso nudo. Infine rimani con solo la tua pelle e ti accorgi che qualcuno brama anche quella, e non solo... Vuole la tua anima...<br /> <br /> Allora ti incammini da solo, lontano dalle domande dai dubbi e dai perchè...Il sentiero è solo tuo, non pretendi compagni, ma hai peccato anche tu, non sei solo, a lato su sentieri distantii e paralleli, qualcuno ti tiene la mano, e non ti chiede mai perchè, quel sole ha il colore della notte....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Marco</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTsgOhoqUFfXnaiLpKrKWbagsw3QqNQ16cY4zAthW-WvrMgj5ZcPGAJWXQJfSliBf-2ZwBSvX357hXZGRg06DcB-Z4ucGczHgzH-i3yhiikRUwGEoWKjcUC-nh2zek2psc8KKwiEEAPTK/s1600/camicia+dako.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTsgOhoqUFfXnaiLpKrKWbagsw3QqNQ16cY4zAthW-WvrMgj5ZcPGAJWXQJfSliBf-2ZwBSvX357hXZGRg06DcB-Z4ucGczHgzH-i3yhiikRUwGEoWKjcUC-nh2zek2psc8KKwiEEAPTK/s320/camicia+dako.jpg" width="194" /></a></div> <span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-76494302370932563572012-02-01T22:28:00.000+01:002012-02-01T22:28:12.834+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Di diamante e del mio nome<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ho coperto la facciata<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">senza verso che la forca<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">si riveli inusitata<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sulle ali di falena <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ho volato senza sosta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tra le cuspidi e le cime<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">di una strada mai composta <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E nel sonno della sera<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ho rinchiuso i sogni antichi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nell'essenza di rugiada<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quella vita tosta e vera<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Che mi ha fatto irriverente<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sognatore e discordante<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fin dal logico ansimare<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">della strenna di Natale<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Non conosco il caval nero<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ne la torre, aborro il male<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me ne frego della massa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dell' accento e del plurale<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nei miei versi spacco il pelo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">con la picca dell'errante<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ma dal fondo dell'averno<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">resto sempre equidistante<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Non la voglio la iattura<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ne la fama di Nerone<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quell' infame fregatura<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">che s' impalma col forcone<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Volo alto e solitario<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tra le anime mediane<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">non pretendo Cresi od ali<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ricompense mai cercate<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solo virgole lasciate<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tra le vite di chi amo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">niente drammi o perfezioni<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tatuaggi o segni antichi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E restare solo un soffio<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nel respiro del creatore<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quando l'anima si unisce<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e dissolve ogni perchè...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marco Casini</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">01/02/2012</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi33ABVcNU_vr0NXkPns7xxpovyg60K0RIiWIaOqPeGIS0Szx1racMulwxLJmhgZCl4hQ5XOLbj0ApQhwIq-RrbMIB_MExGsOGHP2GkugpXchRvZh5w8GO_OxdhlVie9RhoAJYlvY-jd9LI/s1600/soffio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi33ABVcNU_vr0NXkPns7xxpovyg60K0RIiWIaOqPeGIS0Szx1racMulwxLJmhgZCl4hQ5XOLbj0ApQhwIq-RrbMIB_MExGsOGHP2GkugpXchRvZh5w8GO_OxdhlVie9RhoAJYlvY-jd9LI/s1600/soffio.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-64408629863086960532012-01-31T01:56:00.000+01:002012-01-31T01:56:11.403+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Non lasciare da solo&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">un poeta la sera.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quando lacrime di sangue&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">scendono dal cielo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quando i sussurri del vento&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">respirano lontano</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Non lasciare mai sola&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">la sua anima eterna.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">egli è aria,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">brezza tra le nuvole.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">goccia di mare .</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">che scorre tra le dita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Non lasciare che i suoi passi&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">richiamino il profumo del bosco.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">la danza delle silfidi,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">le voci nel silenzio.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">il canto della notte...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Non lasciare che colori</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i suoi tramonti.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">con il rosso pastello</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">di due labbra di fiamma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Con la giada perenne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">di un sogno affacciato.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">la' dove ogni quando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">riunisce un perchè...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Là dove il tempo&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">si veste da sera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lenti i marosi&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">che corrono a riva-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marco Casini 11 Gennaio 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390875_2970046539428_1509683632_2971285_1483246635_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390875_2970046539428_1509683632_2971285_1483246635_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-33871673963711283672012-01-31T01:51:00.001+01:002012-02-13T18:01:49.523+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ti ho amata per i cieli di Sparta</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">poi tra gli abissi di notte a Babilonia</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quando ancora tremavano gi Aironi</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sui ghiacci eterni della volta nera</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cenere e fumo che riempivan l'aria</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tra il rombo greve di vulcani antichi</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">T' ho amata e t'amo ora come allora,</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">senza che il tempo me ne faccia trama</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solo che i passi incidano la polvere</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">di quel sentiero ancora sconosciuto</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ed ho gridato al vento e alla rugiada&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">del mio coraggio e delle mie paure</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Forte del verbo che trovavo inciso</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tra le ferite della mia memoria</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ho vinto ho perso,non ricordo come</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ma la ragione non teneva il passo</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sugli altopiani di una terra andata</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dove anche il niente non è piu' memoria</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">scrissi il tuo nome nella pietra viva</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ed ancor oggi resta come allora</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fugge via il tempo tra le ore stanche</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">che il mago pazzo ebbe ad incantare</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solo il mio bacio tra le guance bianche</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">rivela il sole che si appresta al dì</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ed io di luna spesso mi bagnai</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">di quella luce chiara e colorata</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dalla tua pace che mi consolava</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nelle mie guerre contro i filistei</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">D'Ercole i giorni si son fatti vento</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">delle reliquie resta solo il nome</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">della beltade e delle labbra rosse</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">resta scolpito il senno degli dei...</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marco Casini</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">07/01/2012</span></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379413_2946399508267_1509683632_2959669_528153863_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379413_2946399508267_1509683632_2959669_528153863_n.jpg" width="299" /></a></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"> <br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413496874937289006.post-29806437873450422602011-11-25T22:55:00.000+01:002011-11-25T22:55:17.982+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dio dei gitani</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quando suona l'ora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che nel mio cuor&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">si uccide la speranza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">di un dì fiorente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con un giglio in fronte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mentre la terra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">suona al suo richiamo...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dio dei delitti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nati per amore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">martiri accesi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come pura fiamma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dove falene&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">volano smarrite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e si ripete</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lentamente il rito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">della follia&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">demente e disperata...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dio dei clementi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e dei cuori ardenti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">delle farfalle vive</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dentro il cuore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">della gaiezza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">persa e ritrovata</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nel giro di una sera appena</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che sussurrando baci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e solo amore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">poi nel volar si perse</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dentro me...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E dell'amar m' appaga</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">il sentimento...</span></div><div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDKJvRX5_91otdCXypCd98s-WIK-DTmr1AL826zJHU4OQ-7sLf2YqeTpE9b4c6rgcoxsVxy0E4IGRDXPHYZozkW_LvTefKP6voGneFppEbgPCzBgwuMsOZuXVwgZVRl1nFcA_dyAIeuxD/s1600/gitana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" 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