tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71462013876502920342008-07-17T06:13:47.528+02:00Pescanoreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-20691046325433977912008-05-19T23:02:00.003+02:002008-05-19T23:10:26.987+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/SDHsqbolK9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8vbDAF8GwKo/s1600-h/ricominciare.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/SDHsqbolK9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8vbDAF8GwKo/s400/ricominciare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202199258306259922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">da capo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ancora,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">credendoci come allora ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">quando sognavo quel disegnare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">la mia vita come un'Opera</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">quando credevo che non esistessero</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">abbastanza stelle per i miei Sogni</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">quando inciampavo nei disegni della fantasia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">come fiori in mezzo a un prato ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">da capo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ancora,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">credendoci come allora ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ri-comincio</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-72476731739658041862008-04-21T19:50:00.002+02:002008-04-21T19:53:21.190+02:00c'è bisogno anche di te<br />in questo esistere<br />travolto da nebbia di pensieri<br /><br />c'è bisogno anche di te<br />nel piangere<br />di ciglia oscurate dai momenti<br /><br />c'è bisogno anche di te<br />nel desiderio di sorridere<br />di tanti cuori solitari<br /><br />c'è bisogno anche di te<br />per liberarsi<br />da ogni futile illusione<br />che il quotidiano sia<br />quel che è meglio vivere ..Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-4667049497240300812008-04-13T18:43:00.001+02:002008-04-13T18:45:07.158+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/SAI4cbNwgvI/AAAAAAAAANI/8CcDtsFoe8w/s1600-h/girasole1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/SAI4cbNwgvI/AAAAAAAAANI/8CcDtsFoe8w/s400/girasole1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188771781677187826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">la sua ..<br />ogni giorno ..<br />per sempre ..<br /><br /></span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-28281105634059599522008-04-01T21:33:00.002+02:002008-04-01T21:42:39.491+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R_KQGHSTMRI/AAAAAAAAANA/h9jvRxLgmPc/s1600-h/candela+tra+le+mani.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R_KQGHSTMRI/AAAAAAAAANA/h9jvRxLgmPc/s320/candela+tra+le+mani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184364555766280466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">un giorno da ricordare ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">un anno da ricordare ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">uno sguardo da amare ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">un sorriso da illuminare ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">un'arte da ispirare ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">un pensiero da coccolare ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">una vita da vivere ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">INSIEME ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-13450189727457992392008-02-25T23:26:00.002+01:002008-02-25T23:30:30.493+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R8NBaOEPvJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TrmQFF-pgpA/s1600-h/soffrire2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R8NBaOEPvJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TrmQFF-pgpA/s320/soffrire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171048715859770514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire le ingiustizie,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire i sogni che non si avverano,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire una bugia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire la sincerità,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire la realtà,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire un'amicizia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire l'autostima,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire l'ansia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire le paure,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">soffrire ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ma continuare a sognare ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-3492091014280514562008-02-19T22:24:00.003+01:002008-02-19T22:29:57.837+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R7tKOOEPvII/AAAAAAAAAMw/hLR3rV1q0sY/s1600-h/musica.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R7tKOOEPvII/AAAAAAAAAMw/hLR3rV1q0sY/s320/musica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168806605492305026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Nella musica ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">nella musica si può trovare ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">un sorriso,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">una lacrima,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">un pensiero,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">un ricordo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">un sogno,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">una fantasia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">l'amore,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">l'amica del cuore,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">il proprio compagno,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">la strada da seguire,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">il racconto del passato,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">speranza,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">nella musica si può trovare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">la propria vita ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-13835486199622301752008-02-10T22:07:00.000+01:002008-02-10T22:15:38.098+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R69pOOEPvHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1crPS7uVeZY/s1600-h/soffitta.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R69pOOEPvHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1crPS7uVeZY/s320/soffitta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165462990632238194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />sperduta in un vecchio solaio</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />tra scatoloni impolverati</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />un fantastico viaggio</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />meravigliato alla vista</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">di momenti passati</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">di una vita che non è mai stata mia</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />ma da sempre ho vissuto nei libri di storia</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />fatta di corredi e pizzi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">ricami e borsette</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />camicette e corsetti</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />che viaggio!</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />incredibile ..</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />nato da un passato sconosciuto</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />per finire in un futuro inatteso ..</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">talvolta ci vuole</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">per ritrovare un senso</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />ad ogni istante</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />per sempre ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-64309033831514114762008-02-09T22:09:00.000+01:002008-02-09T22:20:52.529+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R64ZC-EPvGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OD5G0udvPSA/s1600-h/luce+tra+le+mani.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R64ZC-EPvGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OD5G0udvPSA/s320/luce+tra+le+mani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165093361451777122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi nudi alla luce dei lampioni</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">in una stanza già piena di sogni,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi abbracciati, innamorati, avvinghiati</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">nelle giovani forme ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi ..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi crescere</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">tra le mura di una casa inaspettata,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi preoccupati</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">delle responsabilità di un percorso ingarbugliato ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi a parlare per ore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">di come fare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi ad immaginare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">ogni piccolo particolare ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">scoprirsi ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-82094991194821438052008-02-02T01:18:00.001+01:002008-02-02T01:20:08.809+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R6O3DiybIuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-cLUL8t-mBI/s1600-h/lacrima.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R6O3DiybIuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-cLUL8t-mBI/s320/lacrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162170869402510050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Amare vuol dire soffrire ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-59620111670357446512008-01-28T21:56:00.000+01:002008-01-28T22:02:24.224+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R55CxCybIsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vx_JyPAwY50/s1600-h/ansia.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R55CxCybIsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vx_JyPAwY50/s320/ansia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160635633342554818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di volere,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di desiderare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di perfezionare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di arredare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di coccolare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di rilassarsi,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di condividere,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di familiarità,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di intimità,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di libertà,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di fiducia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di serenità,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di dolcezza,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di mobili,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di quadri,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di tappeti,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di pentole,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di fiori,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di dettagli,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di attenzioni,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">di profumi,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">ansia ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-49443896591156810122008-01-27T01:19:00.000+01:002008-01-27T01:39:24.345+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R5vSoyybIrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7U2kCuyKVDM/s1600-h/maschera.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R5vSoyybIrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7U2kCuyKVDM/s320/maschera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159949396352901810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ogni momento ha la sua</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">colorata delle circostanze ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">improntata alla relazione ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ispirata dalle potenzialità ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">esiste condizione in grado di</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">disarmarle tutte?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">scoprire il loro manifestarsi?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">indebolire il loro naturale costruirsi?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ha il volto dell'affinità</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">la bellezza della complementarietà</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">gli occhi del sentimento</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">le labbra della verità</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">la mente dell'ingegno</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">il corpo della spontaneità</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">il sincero Amore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">può rendere liberi ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-5124008866004160212008-01-25T23:44:00.000+01:002008-01-25T23:54:07.698+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R5poeSybIqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IC8iPYTZbyI/s1600-h/deviare.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R5poeSybIqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IC8iPYTZbyI/s320/deviare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159551192755020450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">non è mai detto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">che quanto cominciato</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">pensato</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">progettato</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">possa essere la propria strada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">a volte non è che una deviazione</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">ancora più verso se stessi ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-85815226178163062662008-01-20T21:58:00.000+01:002008-01-20T22:03:32.583+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R5O3EGbA2_I/AAAAAAAAALw/llO5Pn3sDeA/s1600-h/intimita.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R5O3EGbA2_I/AAAAAAAAALw/llO5Pn3sDeA/s320/intimita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157667279340624882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">si trova una volta nella vita</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sincera e totale</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">la si riconosce senza esitazione</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">delicata ed essenziale</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">si è pronti a viverla per sempre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">profumata ed esistenziale ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-78570070456790312612008-01-15T21:48:00.000+01:002008-01-15T21:54:59.815+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R40dfGbA2-I/AAAAAAAAALo/WRRQfFkrAws/s1600-h/pugno+di+petali.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R40dfGbA2-I/AAAAAAAAALo/WRRQfFkrAws/s320/pugno+di+petali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155809568546151394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">sereno è</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">quel che si prospetta avante</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">che talvolta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">ancora non mi pare vero ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">seppur ancora molto da costruire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">comincian ad aver un ché</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">le note tristi di un lungo passato</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">che ora sembra racchiuso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">in un pugno di petali ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-82030718981963691952008-01-06T17:13:00.000+01:002008-01-06T17:18:47.447+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R4D_WmbA29I/AAAAAAAAALg/FtgxS_XNhiE/s1600-h/caminetto.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R4D_WmbA29I/AAAAAAAAALg/FtgxS_XNhiE/s320/caminetto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152398737447902162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />quel caminetto nel salotto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">davanti al quale un comodo divano </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">accoglie il tuo pensare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">i libri a ricordarti da dove vieni</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">il calore di un palché</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">il rosso vivo delle tende</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">.. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">tutto già si compone</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">nelle fantasie </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">di una mente innamorata</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-33608448984584901332008-01-03T21:48:00.000+01:002008-01-03T21:57:43.870+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R31MJmbA28I/AAAAAAAAALY/56e8xTK2bg0/s1600-h/esistenza.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R31MJmbA28I/AAAAAAAAALY/56e8xTK2bg0/s320/esistenza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151357276598098882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Cantando</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">le note della propria esistenza ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Scoprendo </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">il Dono dell'esser Infiniti ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-50306626597858824822007-12-24T21:37:00.000+01:002007-12-24T21:41:27.277+01:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Caro Babbo Natale,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">quest'anno</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">mi hai portato</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">tutto ciò che desideravo ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">emozioni,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">che possa esser il tuo sacco ancor pieno ..</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R3AZSWbA27I/AAAAAAAAALQ/n85VD-T3Dmg/s1600-h/buon+natale.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R3AZSWbA27I/AAAAAAAAALQ/n85VD-T3Dmg/s320/buon+natale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147642177131699122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Buon Natale ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-90446849372299276522007-12-17T01:13:00.000+01:002007-12-17T01:16:08.691+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R2W_s2bA26I/AAAAAAAAALI/6t7G4ftrpS4/s1600-h/petali+tra+le+mani.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R2W_s2bA26I/AAAAAAAAALI/6t7G4ftrpS4/s320/petali+tra+le+mani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144728926584626082" border="0" /></a>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-68967076238451301892007-12-14T00:04:00.001+01:002007-12-14T00:12:51.478+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R2G8Z7O4LiI/AAAAAAAAALA/JGO4vp976Pk/s1600-h/malinconia.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R2G8Z7O4LiI/AAAAAAAAALA/JGO4vp976Pk/s320/malinconia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143599403016662562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br />Esistono giornate si</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">e giornate no,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">oggi è una giornata no,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">senza apparente motivo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">mi persegue uno stato malinconico</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">difficile da gestire,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">facile a cadute psicologiche</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">emotivamente ingombrante,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">non so cosa fare ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">forse dormire e</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">nel frattempo sperare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">che domani sia si ..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">auto-abbraccio ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-47107684015374059662007-12-10T14:59:00.001+01:002007-12-10T15:01:14.826+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R11GmbO4LhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/d9fe81fk9K8/s1600-h/aquilonesutramonto1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R11GmbO4LhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/d9fe81fk9K8/s200/aquilonesutramonto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142343975486107154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Amare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">io amo ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-48312206468687080022007-12-09T01:09:00.000+01:002007-12-09T01:13:49.023+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R1szI7O4LgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GHEyUbEClLc/s1600-h/albero_natale.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R1szI7O4LgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GHEyUbEClLc/s200/albero_natale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141759628005617154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;">oggi più vicino ..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-25749946513594563322007-12-06T21:13:00.000+01:002007-12-06T21:14:55.296+01:00<p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">si aggira<br />nascondendosi nelle parole<br />svestendosi di spontaneità<br />scoperchia le cose più care<br />come una mina vagante<br />non teme la vergogna<br />facendosi vessillo<br />di inaudita violenza<br />distrugge dentro e fuori<br />nel suo attraversare<br />fino a che cede<br />alle lusinghe del riuscito<br />per portare avanti la sua bandiera<br />oscurata da arditi sillogismi<br />che sgretolano infausti<br />ogni pensiero<br />portando al frastuono dell'impensato<br />all'uccisione del fervido immaginare<br />come una mina vagante<br />la diabolica perversione<br />del ruggito della razionalità<br />che annega ogni respiro illuminato<br />affogando nell'abisso del ben pensare<br />togliendo all'intuito il vero sentire<br />accecando il senso del libero sognare<br />..</p>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-90234057236534781072007-11-30T16:52:00.000+01:002007-11-30T17:03:23.005+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R1A0IjNO3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nX3ifZm3Nck/s1600-R/mano+margherita.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R1A0IjNO3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/B6SnC450y1A/s200/mano+margherita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138664496324075266" border="0" /></a>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-61160160544415321912007-11-29T00:22:00.000+01:002007-11-29T00:27:29.373+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R035SDNO3vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/H41564b736o/s1600-h/destino.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R035SDNO3vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/H41564b736o/s200/destino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138036838393372402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">lui sa già da che parte andrai,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ma non te lo dirà mai ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">da te lo scoprirai,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">e i perché un giorno capirai..</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146201387650292034.post-36937517072212626932007-11-25T21:52:00.000+01:002007-11-25T22:08:07.017+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R0nj7ZNeZOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CiGBsg4RQ9Y/s1600-h/abbracciati+nel+letto.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQtJH2hqq4Y/R0nj7ZNeZOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CiGBsg4RQ9Y/s200/abbracciati+nel+letto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136887459511952610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">la sera che vola via</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">tra bollicine di ricordi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">la musica che sfuma</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">tra i fianchi ancora caldi</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">addormentarsi stretti stretti</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">con le mani che ancora si accarezzano</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">la buona notte sulle labbra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">ed il profumo della sua pelle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">che intenso si misura al tuo respiro</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">...</span>Pescanoreply@blogger.com