tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314404102012-02-03T08:17:38.122+01:00fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.comBlogger6191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-88341852423548825842008-01-13T01:28:00.000+01:002008-01-13T01:35:55.724+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">questo blog si ferma qui...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">fenice ora rinasce come</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><a href="http://www.radhamante.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">www.radhamante.blogspot.com</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">e diventa <em>NEFAS</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8834185242354882584?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-16165980811679261562007-11-28T01:32:00.000+01:002007-11-28T01:35:12.931+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0y3fmWXkZI/AAAAAAAABhw/QjVGpyN92lI/s1600-h/tornoprimaopo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137683028421087634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0y3fmWXkZI/AAAAAAAABhw/QjVGpyN92lI/s400/tornoprimaopo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1616598081167926156?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-52609536773643845322007-11-26T18:27:00.000+01:002007-11-26T18:57:05.486+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0sHwmWXkYI/AAAAAAAABho/ZkdbLv4N_bo/s1600-h/2007_11040057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137208331455664514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0sHwmWXkYI/AAAAAAAABho/ZkdbLv4N_bo/s400/2007_11040057.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">F</span></strong>orse<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>R</strong></span>iusciremo<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>A</strong></span><br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">G</span>uardare<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>I</strong></span>nteramente<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>L'</strong></span>unico<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">E</span></strong>ssere<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>F</strong></span>inché<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">R</span>abbiosamente<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>A</strong></span>miamo,<br /> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">G</span></strong>iustifichiamo<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">I</span></strong>nevitabilmente<br /> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">L</span></strong>'<br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>E</strong></span>sistenza<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">F</span></strong>aremo<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">R</span>idere.<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">A</span>ccasciandoci<br /> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">G</span></strong>uariremo<br /> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">I</span></strong>nfine<br /> <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>L</strong></span>ividi<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">E</span></strong>matici.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">F</span></strong>enomeno<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">R</span></strong>arissimo<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">A</span></strong>ncora<br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>G</strong></span>ratificante<br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">I</span>nconsciamente<br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>L</strong></span>iberante<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">E</span></strong>ra ora!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5260953677364384532?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-63708375639410183712007-11-24T21:29:00.000+01:002007-11-24T22:01:15.187+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0iJ2GWXkXI/AAAAAAAABhg/b8w7alpQdHY/s1600-h/2007_11040281ochhritaglioazz3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136506937526423922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0iJ2GWXkXI/AAAAAAAABhg/b8w7alpQdHY/s400/2007_11040281ochhritaglioazz3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">silenzio, un voto, a favore...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">voglio l'astratto biancore della neve</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">che si asciuga addosso,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">voglio che mi nevichi dentro per vedere diventare buone le tracce dei miei pensieri infantili, come folate di falena, come zampettature di tordo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">voglio quei</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em> tramonti rossi, </em>che ho riconosciuto da subito e<em> che non vogliono finire e non finiscono mai...</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">e le albe astratte già in viaggio lontano,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">non so più arrendermi mi abbandono soltanto, saprei rimanere in attesa per sempre ad aspettare quieta...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">non sono di qui, mi sento straniera ma so mettere radici inaspettatamente tenaci solo per pazienza ed amore... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ho fatto il giro di me stessa più volte come se stessi partorendomi nelle doglie del sogno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">e ho finito per dormire sghemba con una gatta nera che mi leccava dolce...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">sembravano quelle carezze che fanno i brividi nei capelli e che sanno parlare di un amore silenzioso....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">voglio tutto e subito e non smettere mai di volere...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">mi accarezzo la pelle che mi tiene integra e che offro come lenzuola al sole ad asciugare...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">soffre chi non s'offre...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">offrirsi ma non immolarsi, niente mi può più rendere sacra di così...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">offrirsi al mondo con la presunzione di essere per sempre effimera... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">donc, lascio le tracce del mondo ad affiorare come guardiani silenziosi,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">con le cicatrici che fanno il loro mestiere di memoria, di lingua che diventa sconosciuta con il tempo,di alfabeto per chi non sa capire ed accettare...eh eh </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ma io mi perdono tutto e mi guardo da lontano e mi dico sono al sicuro con me... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">finchè non mi si squarcia fuori il cuore io, continuo silenziosa a respirare....</span></strong></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6370837563941018371?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-36978648593059363332007-11-23T12:43:00.000+01:002007-11-23T12:56:55.978+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0a-i2WXkWI/AAAAAAAABhY/GgkIE4nfpuc/s1600-h/f_xadhoom3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136001930976792930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0a-i2WXkWI/AAAAAAAABhY/GgkIE4nfpuc/s400/f_xadhoom3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>"Nel mio mondo utopico,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>vorrei essere desiderata,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>amata e appagata,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>in una situazione di ordine disordinato</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>e di perfezione sbilenca"</strong></span><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Sandra Boyd</span></strong> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">coro: eh eh eh eh ah ah ah ah ah</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>ndr:</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">mitica xadhoom!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">personaggio straordinario della serie PK</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">to be continued...</span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3697864859305936333?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-38986951183761514372007-11-23T11:56:00.000+01:002007-11-23T13:31:53.115+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0ax9GWXkVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Cyz03LuOT8A/s1600-h/poesia+e+cimiteri.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135988088297197906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/R0ax9GWXkVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Cyz03LuOT8A/s400/poesia+e+cimiteri.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">oggi alla fermata del tram...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">al di là del significato della poesia</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">mi piaceva la sovrapposizione</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">con l'elenco cimiteriale...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">molto <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">aldilà</span></em> delle mie aspettattive...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">con una pioggia di un novembre sembra vero novembre,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">incontrare delle sovrapposizioni caotiche che</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">rimandano ad</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">eventi simultanei fatti di rappresentazioni originate dalla realta su input di non località,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">è come dire che la <em>causalità</em> preme sulla <em>casualità</em> creando continue coincidenze di significato utili per l'osservatore...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>(coro: scusa ma ti capita spesso di scrivere così?,</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>guarda che non si capisce niente, anche la poesia in fondo ti dice di guardare prima in te stessa se non vuoi una vita stucchevole ed estranea...!) </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3898695118376151437?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-29905369994713888552007-11-17T23:00:00.000+01:002007-11-17T23:26:55.947+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rz9qQGWXkUI/AAAAAAAABhI/yiw69w-Coi4/s1600-h/2007_11040330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133938925040537922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rz9qQGWXkUI/AAAAAAAABhI/yiw69w-Coi4/s400/2007_11040330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">As softly as yor kisses</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">over the inner mouth of my stern</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">As gently as you hair</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">over the swellin'baldness of my bow</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">I could stare at you swirling silhouette day by day</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">'cause you are a vessel-man</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">And I am a blindworm-woman</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">And we are the rain pourin'down scattered lifetime's rafts</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">In a warmly smearin' monsoon of delight</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2990536999471388855?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-24214159825479902312007-11-15T11:45:00.000+01:002007-11-15T11:49:16.845+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Io SENTO il suono profondo di questi accadimenti<br />E ne godo come se mi affacciassi costantemente all’abisso del vuoto<br />Io ne godo profondamente<br />Io godo di me in maniera intatta<br />amen</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2421415982547990231?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-47256738494688634452007-11-15T11:44:00.000+01:002007-11-15T11:45:15.464+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">La dinamica degli accadimenti è inversamente proporzionale tra le diverse realtà<br />Quello che non sembra muoversi qui, altrove è un balzo quantico<br />Le mie velature altrove sono paragonabili a derive di continenti.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4725673849468863445?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-87511747401836068882007-11-15T11:41:00.000+01:002007-11-15T11:44:17.035+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Ogni oggetto, ogni sguardo più viene definito più diventa astratto<br />Perché rimanda ad un’altra realtà metaAd un’ altra realtà parallela che io SENTO</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8751174740183606888?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-68376824902549804682007-11-15T11:10:00.000+01:002007-11-15T11:16:53.064+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Apparentemente non si muove nulla<br />Apparentemente non succede molto<br />Il realtà ogni pennellata definisce ma rende contemporaneamente più metafisico ciò che<br />viene rappresentato</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6837682490254980468?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-12088154727482682732007-11-15T10:50:00.000+01:002007-11-15T11:10:11.023+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">La definizione è minuziosa attenta ad una forma che io giudico avvicinarsi alla realtà,<br />la pennellata è leggera tono su tono molte volte aspettando che il colore si asciughi<br />e si integri sul supporto<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1208815472748268273?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-74068605180865755722007-11-15T10:29:00.001+01:002007-11-15T10:29:56.194+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Procedo quindi come nella pittura fiamminga<br />Per velature<br />Per velature aggiungendo ogni giorno un particolare che definisce meglio<br />ciò che rappresento</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7406860518086575572?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-54919819448023317832007-11-15T10:28:00.000+01:002007-11-15T10:29:11.354+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Io mi sento logica ma irrazionale<br />La realtà percepibile ed illusoria<br />è razionale ma illogica<br />Diventa logica solo mediante l’intervento dell’osservatore</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5491981944802331783?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-46810952086122672012007-11-15T10:27:00.000+01:002007-11-15T10:28:20.099+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Il mio modo di scegliere di percepire la realtà è<br />quello di integrare modello razionale descrittivo<br />con quello irrazionale intuitivo</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4681095208612267201?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-85428062339243182392007-11-15T10:24:00.000+01:002007-11-15T10:27:00.985+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">La realtà non esiste<br />È una nostra proiezione percettiva<br />La realtà è quindi relativa all’osservatore<br />Io sono l’osservatore</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8542806233924318239?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-69054919860257026732007-11-14T09:29:00.000+01:002007-11-14T09:47:45.379+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rzq10lYdfEI/AAAAAAAABhA/zwGhXWdXxWQ/s1600-h/sullapelle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132614640334634050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rzq10lYdfEI/AAAAAAAABhA/zwGhXWdXxWQ/s400/sullapelle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Non so dire perchè ti amo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">perchè la tua bellezza non basta,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">come cammini,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">come guidi,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">come fai l'amore,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">il tuo comportamento,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">come muovi le mani</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">e come guardi le cose,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">le tue parole,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i tuoi pensieri,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">non riescono a dirmi PERCHE',</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">non sono perchè che originano,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">sono come piccole lucciole che segnano il sentiero... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">so che ti amerei anche senza</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">so che ti amerei anche diverso da ora,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">quello che sento sempre di più</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">è il COME,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">come riesco ad amarti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ogni giorno che si aggiunge </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">allo scorrere illusorio del tempo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">COME posso amarti senza quei perchè,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">COME posso amarti senza perchè</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">COME riesco a sentire...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">adesso sempre di più non mi chiedo nulla</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">e SO solo che tutti </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">questi come e questi perchè</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">girano intorno al sentire</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">che ti amo così profondamente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">solo perchè dedico questo amore a me</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">non potrei riconoscerlo se già non lo provassi vivendo di me,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">non è possibile amare veramente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">se non ci si è incontrati almeno una volta davanti allo specchio...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6905491986025702673?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-34269489685483274472007-11-11T10:42:00.000+01:002007-11-11T10:48:06.340+01:00<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>In oriente si pone questo enigma: "Cos'è che vuole essere sepolto?"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Risposta: "Il seme".</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>In effetti, il seme vuole essere sotterrato, ma quando prende a vivere cresce solo verso l'alto.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Il maestro vede nuove occasioni, e il fuoco della steppa sospinge i cavalieri in una sola direzione</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Foglie del giardino di Morya</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3426948968548327447?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-65972448272206648972007-11-11T10:27:00.000+01:002007-11-11T10:51:58.397+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzbQgQfwjpI/AAAAAAAABg4/u5894Z2BsMc/s1600-h/casaele.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131518078037823122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzbQgQfwjpI/AAAAAAAABg4/u5894Z2BsMc/s400/casaele.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Vi dirò come un grande guerriero colse una delle sue vittorie maggiori.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> Pose a fuoco la steppa alle spalle del proprio esercito, e diede mille cavalli ai prigionieri, che fuggissero. Questi corsero atterriti dal nemico, e vi sparsero il panico. Le sue schiere poi irruppero dietro a quelli, non avendo altra via di scampo.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> Calpestarono il nemico più veloci delle fiamme.<br />Il condottiero dalla vista corta brucia la terra dietro l'avversario, ma un capo saggio la mette a fuoco alle spalle delle proprie milizie.<br />Parimenti, le prime migrazioni dall'Asia distruggevano avanzando ponti e guadi al loro passaggio, sì che il pensiero di ritirarsi non entrasse nelle menti.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Foglie del giardino di Morya</span></strong></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6597244827220664897?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-50932049605251506042007-11-09T23:47:00.000+01:002007-11-09T23:50:06.348+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzTjsgfwjoI/AAAAAAAABgw/igqETgYraKQ/s1600-h/2007_11040333ar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130976229258727042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzTjsgfwjoI/AAAAAAAABgw/igqETgYraKQ/s400/2007_11040333ar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">come l'acqua</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">anch'io cerco sempre</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">la via più breve</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">per arrivare al mare</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5093204960525150604?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-41525156033819017292007-11-09T23:37:00.000+01:002007-11-09T23:45:18.247+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzThWAfwjnI/AAAAAAAABgo/q7Vy6TtbKrQ/s1600-h/2007_11040626a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130973643688414834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzThWAfwjnI/AAAAAAAABgo/q7Vy6TtbKrQ/s400/2007_11040626a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>un aggancio sicuro</strong></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4152515603381901729?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-57799734877428310852007-11-09T15:45:00.000+01:002007-11-09T15:49:21.042+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzRzGQfwjmI/AAAAAAAABgg/DLoq-A5Vckg/s1600-h/Senza+nomeio.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130852426826419810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzRzGQfwjmI/AAAAAAAABgg/DLoq-A5Vckg/s400/Senza+nomeio.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;">wrapped with care in the blossom fragrance of meditation</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;">I'm still growing up in consciousness</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;">like an ear of corn outstretched toward its own solstice</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5779973487742831085?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-33502364277798185412007-11-07T13:37:00.000+01:002007-11-07T14:31:40.214+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzG8txbdu3I/AAAAAAAABgY/wKjJ8me9T3w/s1600-h/frank.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130088945100372850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzG8txbdu3I/AAAAAAAABgY/wKjJ8me9T3w/s400/frank.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Non saprai mai cosa è abbastanza</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"><strong>se prima non sai cosa è troppo.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"><strong>La via dell'eccesso porta al palazzo della saggezza.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Se il folle persiste nella sua follia diventerà saggio</strong></span></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;">William Blake</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3350236427779818541?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-51457730565378737322007-11-06T20:29:00.000+01:002007-11-06T20:34:35.666+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzDAvRbdu2I/AAAAAAAABgQ/WVBEKZ0ZiXM/s1600-h/2007_11040078a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129811893939977058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RzDAvRbdu2I/AAAAAAAABgQ/WVBEKZ0ZiXM/s400/2007_11040078a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">son sentita a casa a Venezia</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">come di ritorno da un lungo </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">viaggio a posare le valigie</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">sull'uscio della mia casa...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5145773056537873732?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-55223286574472969132007-11-05T19:41:00.000+01:002007-11-05T19:56:30.943+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ry9nGxbdu1I/AAAAAAAABgI/sIo-U4RNb-w/s1600-h/2007_11040241ra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129431866643692370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ry9nGxbdu1I/AAAAAAAABgI/sIo-U4RNb-w/s400/2007_11040241ra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ry9lFRbdu0I/AAAAAAAABgA/FMQOFuXHOHM/s1600-h/2007_11040236ar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129429641850633026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ry9lFRbdu0I/AAAAAAAABgA/FMQOFuXHOHM/s400/2007_11040236ar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">prende il posto</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">nei pensieri</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">comincio a canticchiare</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">vecchie canzoni...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">camminare a raccogliere</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">conchiglie...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">il sole a specchio sulle onde...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">bene, mi arrendo ancora un pò...</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5522328657447296913?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-92119610232157907252007-11-05T19:03:00.000+01:002007-11-09T15:53:17.370+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ry9cHRbduyI/AAAAAAAABfw/TIX9fb5GR1w/s1600-h/2007_11040081a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129419780605721378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ry9cHRbduyI/AAAAAAAABfw/TIX9fb5GR1w/s400/2007_11040081a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">where I could talk to you for ever and ever</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-9211961023215790725?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-62368853470796218562007-10-29T12:38:00.000+01:002007-10-29T12:47:12.060+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyXGSxbduxI/AAAAAAAABfo/kXkN9eJ-VfQ/s1600-h/2007_10280367r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126721776639654674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyXGSxbduxI/AAAAAAAABfo/kXkN9eJ-VfQ/s400/2007_10280367r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">più o meno </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">si sa dove andare...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">un volo a planare</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">un navigare a vista...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e dove non basta</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">un procedere a tentoni</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">giocando a mosca cieca</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">con il tempo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">ogni tanto dò uno strattone al morso...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">ogni tanto un balzo al galoppo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">ogni tanto resto a guardare</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">fin dove sa finire la luce</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e fin dove posso sfinire il mio buio...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e vàiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6236885347079621856?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-75782805972707046542007-10-29T12:17:00.000+01:002007-10-29T12:25:45.679+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyXBcBbduwI/AAAAAAAABfg/2t26cPJ1EYw/s1600-h/2007_10280340a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126716437995305730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyXBcBbduwI/AAAAAAAABfg/2t26cPJ1EYw/s400/2007_10280340a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...pa</div><div>...peronzolo</div><div>...nocchia</div><div>...strello</div><div>...vanello</div><div>...ncore</div><div>...schiare</div><div>...cchia</div><div>...moscello</div><div>...mpante</div><div>...nnicchiarsi</div><div>...nnuvolarsi</div><div>...nuncolo</div><div>...pina</div><div>...ppacificarsi</div><div>...gione</div><div>...violo</div><div>...ttrappito</div><div>...rità</div><div>...refatta</div><div>...manzina</div><div>...mmendata</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7578280597270704654?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-53429089078055212962007-10-29T00:27:00.000+01:002007-10-29T00:37:20.577+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUc-hbdutI/AAAAAAAABfI/doaAWKZTWQA/s1600-h/2007_10280341ar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126535611282209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUc-hbdutI/AAAAAAAABfI/doaAWKZTWQA/s400/2007_10280341ar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUc-hbduuI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vjOFyHv-0v0/s1600-h/cattivo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126535611282209506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUc-hbduuI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vjOFyHv-0v0/s400/cattivo2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUc-hbduvI/AAAAAAAABfY/CGAsWEuaoC0/s1600-h/gattobaleno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126535611282209522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUc-hbduvI/AAAAAAAABfY/CGAsWEuaoC0/s400/gattobaleno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5342908907805521296?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-54343741129471286552007-10-29T00:16:00.000+01:002007-10-29T00:18:33.063+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUYaRbduoI/AAAAAAAABeg/mAXG6k3ZLTc/s1600-h/2007_10280339r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530590465440386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUYaRbduoI/AAAAAAAABeg/mAXG6k3ZLTc/s400/2007_10280339r.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">e la sinistra va a destra<br /></span></strong><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5434374112947128655?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-17689041790758412182007-10-29T00:06:00.000+01:002007-10-29T00:20:40.860+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUWGhbdunI/AAAAAAAABeY/AypUZaLbKL8/s1600-h/2007_10280358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126528052139768434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUWGhbdunI/AAAAAAAABeY/AypUZaLbKL8/s400/2007_10280358.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />quel solito limitare del giorno<br />che rassicura i viandanti...<br /><br /><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1768904179075841218?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-63252857129557880052007-10-28T23:56:00.000+01:002007-10-29T00:22:02.679+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUT0hbdumI/AAAAAAAABeQ/D_Gho98YIQ8/s1600-h/2007_10280315a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126525543878867554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyUT0hbdumI/AAAAAAAABeQ/D_Gho98YIQ8/s400/2007_10280315a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">rifletto molto</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">davanti al riflesso</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">di ciò che si riflette per me...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">un bel stravolgimento</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">di prospettive usuali</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">quasi ai miei antipodi</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">il sottosopra, soprasotto</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">che capovolge il </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">così in alto e così in basso...</span></strong></p><p><em><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">ueilà patacchina concetto forte e chiaro,</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">mò basta, neh?</span></strong></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6325285712955788005?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-35953291558299044402007-10-28T02:01:00.000+01:002007-10-28T13:24:22.441+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyPlaz7ZPoI/AAAAAAAABeI/6sW8P9wjzJg/s1600-h/2007_09060086a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126193049656442498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RyPlaz7ZPoI/AAAAAAAABeI/6sW8P9wjzJg/s400/2007_09060086a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">alla fine, dopo l'ennesime oscillazioni</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">tra estremi, tanto che sono opposti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">che per forza poi <em>uno</em> tenta di rifugiarsi nell'idea del vuoto,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">l'affascinante dimensione che tutto ingloba e nulla impegna,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">cioè che tutto impregna e ingloba il nulla,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">allora, come dicevo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">vuoto, nulla, in fondo poi il nulla è l'unica dimensione che diventa permanente...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">quello che è permanente è il nulla, <div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">soprattutto in me che sono un'aspirante nullità di nullezza...</span></strong></div>quindi, come dissi più volte,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>nulla è permanente</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">e non, nulla è <em>la</em> permanente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">perchè essendo riccia e sconnessa naturale sarebbe fuori luogo, cioè fuori nulla, cioè fuori e basta (questo però suona bene..) </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">e poi, e poi...io davvero non penso a nulla, cioè io penso nulla...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">cioè devo pensare a nulla per <em>non</em> pensare a nulla rischiando così di pensare a qualcosa...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">aspetto soltanto che il nulla pensi a me...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">senza pensare naturalmente di aspettare...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">cioè voglio essere a zero: numero di pensieri = </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">0</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">cioè mi metto tra parentesi e mi elevo alla potenza di zero....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">e divento uno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">in fondo tutti alla fine vogliono diventare uno, o no?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">già ma poi quanti uno ci sono?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">tanti uni in uno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">e poi dicono che ESSERE per un essere umano significa esser-ci...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">siamo uni nell'esser-ci, cioè siamo unici nell'esser...e</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>ma va là patacchina e questo me lo chiami non pensare?</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">forse è meglio elevarsi alla potenza di uno per diventare....</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3595329155829904440?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-15769523133608130322007-10-23T14:58:00.000+02:002007-10-23T15:47:34.367+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rx3yDIXJB7I/AAAAAAAABdw/MUdb_KdvO3A/s1600-h/DSCF4329a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124518086615566258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rx3yDIXJB7I/AAAAAAAABdw/MUdb_KdvO3A/s400/DSCF4329a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rx3yDoXJB8I/AAAAAAAABd4/jAitMJz2V0M/s1600-h/DSCF4330a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124518095205500866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rx3yDoXJB8I/AAAAAAAABd4/jAitMJz2V0M/s400/DSCF4330a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rx3yD4XJB9I/AAAAAAAABeA/DHqQsskHEQs/s1600-h/DSCF4331a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124518099500468178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rx3yD4XJB9I/AAAAAAAABeA/DHqQsskHEQs/s400/DSCF4331a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">...ho la convinzione folle che abbiamo contemporaneamente tutte le nostre età,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">cioè viviamo contemporaneamente tutte le fasi di età,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">da quella embrionale a quella incartapecorita,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">ma che privilegiamo nel presente quella che asseconda di più</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">l'idea che abbiamo dello scorrere del tempo,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">in realtà non si invecchia veramente ci si espandeeeeeeee</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">come un tronco d'albero, come una stalattite o stalagmite..eh eh</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1576952313360813032?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-43100579844098276052007-10-22T18:45:00.000+02:002007-10-22T18:56:10.731+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxzU7IXJB6I/AAAAAAAABdo/71-yCTaO4B4/s1600-h/2007_10140226ar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124204588362696610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxzU7IXJB6I/AAAAAAAABdo/71-yCTaO4B4/s400/2007_10140226ar.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>o personificazione</strong></span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4310057984409827605?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-65606886175400480272007-10-22T08:03:00.000+02:002007-10-22T08:05:18.030+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rxw9UYXJB5I/AAAAAAAABdg/XdBpZ4OJa-E/s1600-h/2007_10140220ar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124037896386971538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rxw9UYXJB5I/AAAAAAAABdg/XdBpZ4OJa-E/s400/2007_10140220ar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">nudi alla mèta</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6560688617540048027?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-27569215758327493002007-10-21T11:48:00.000+02:002007-10-21T11:51:18.592+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxsghoXJB4I/AAAAAAAABdY/RLafAeXdXQI/s1600-h/2007_10140275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123724763206322050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxsghoXJB4I/AAAAAAAABdY/RLafAeXdXQI/s400/2007_10140275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Viviamo nella presunzione di "pensare"</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">mentre è possibile che noi "veniamo pensati"</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Friedrich Nietzsche</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2756921575832749300?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-44055913218687392432007-10-21T11:27:00.000+02:002007-10-21T11:31:16.458+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxsbwYXJB3I/AAAAAAAABdQ/y9oN-PXOpzA/s1600-h/2007_10140263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123719519051253618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxsbwYXJB3I/AAAAAAAABdQ/y9oN-PXOpzA/s400/2007_10140263.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"ogni giorno, da tutti i punti di vista,</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">IO SONO di bene in meglio"</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4405591321868739243?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-4959403132857536982007-10-17T15:32:00.000+02:002007-10-19T00:21:44.453+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxfcU4XJB2I/AAAAAAAABdI/Wy4PiUOFT8Q/s1600-h/2007_10140238xxr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122805352442169186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxfcU4XJB2I/AAAAAAAABdI/Wy4PiUOFT8Q/s400/2007_10140238xxr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Se hai intenzione di tentare, fallo fino in fondo.<br />Altrimenti, non cominciare mai.<br />Se hai intenzione di tentare, fallo fino in fondo.<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ciò potrebbe significare perdere fidanzate, mogli, parenti, impieghi e forse la tua mente.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Fallo fino in fondo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Potrebbe significare non mangiare per 3 o 4 giorni.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Potrebbe significare gelare su una panchina del parco.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Potrebbe significare prigione,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Potrebbe significare derisione, scherno, isolamento.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">L’isolamento è il regalo, le altre sono una prova della tua resistenza, di quanto tu realmente voglia farlo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">E lo farai a dispetto dell’emarginazione e delle peggiori diseguaglianze.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">E ciò sarà migliore di qualsiasi altra cosa tu possa immaginare.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Se hai intenzione di tentare, fallo fino in fondo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Non esiste sensazione altrettanto bella.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Sarai solo con gli Dei.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">E le notti arderanno tra le fiamme.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Fallo, fallo, fallo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">FALLO!Fino in fondo, fino in fondo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cavalcherai la vita fino alla risata perfetta.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">È l’unica battaglia giusta che esista.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">C. Bukowski</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-495940313285753698?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-59423438312255327812007-10-15T21:31:00.000+02:002007-10-15T22:28:03.426+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxPMyIXJBwI/AAAAAAAABcg/jJ8WDf9HKW8/s1600-h/2007_10140230.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121662362860455682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxPMyIXJBwI/AAAAAAAABcg/jJ8WDf9HKW8/s400/2007_10140230.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxPMzYXJBxI/AAAAAAAABco/VPQ3cANm4fQ/s1600-h/2007_10140228.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121662384335292178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxPMzYXJBxI/AAAAAAAABco/VPQ3cANm4fQ/s400/2007_10140228.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxPM0IXJByI/AAAAAAAABcw/jFFfoQBRzzI/s1600-h/2007_10140233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121662397220194082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxPM0IXJByI/AAAAAAAABcw/jFFfoQBRzzI/s400/2007_10140233.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5942343831225532781?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-7942869932820044272007-10-14T23:19:00.000+02:002007-10-14T23:23:43.273+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxKImoXJBvI/AAAAAAAABcY/uq4IYBKv5p0/s1600-h/2006_04270121a7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121305923524560626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxKImoXJBvI/AAAAAAAABcY/uq4IYBKv5p0/s400/2006_04270121a7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">Sono un viaggiatore</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">inventato dal linguaggio</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">non chiedo niente</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">cerco desiderio</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">in qualche parte di me</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">più lontano delle frontiere</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">in strade dalle distanze</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">immaginate di nebbia.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-794286993282004427?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-66311141926228193122007-10-13T12:52:00.000+02:002007-10-13T13:00:18.351+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxCjpIXJBuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/PkAFl8qZ-t4/s1600-h/2007_10090156a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120772703334762210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RxCjpIXJBuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/PkAFl8qZ-t4/s400/2007_10090156a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">inattesa...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">il bello del senza significato...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">leggi cose che non hanno senso...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">ti rendi conto che sei fuori di senno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">la visione del CTF (completamente tagliata fuori),</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">la sensazione di essere fuori</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">coincide con il senso di vuoto...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">se guardi bene tutto rallenta...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">tutto si scioglie in un suono continuo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">prima o poi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">in quel bordo di abisso che ci segue, a distanza,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">appoggeremo le nostre membra ad aspettare....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">prima o poi questa separazione non avrà più ragione di essere... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6631114192622819312?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-655263055965880462007-10-11T00:34:00.001+02:002007-10-11T00:52:56.241+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rw1XHoXJBtI/AAAAAAAABcI/fDUXtbqGCcs/s1600-h/2007_10090209r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119844139995301586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rw1XHoXJBtI/AAAAAAAABcI/fDUXtbqGCcs/s400/2007_10090209r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>bazzecola,</p><p>una strepitosa,</p><p>notevole,</p><p>inequivocabile</p><p>bazzecola...</p><p>eccola</p><p>la bazzecola</p><p>eh eh </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-65526305596588046?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-36395861275921999182007-10-10T22:57:00.000+02:002007-10-10T23:00:31.646+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rw09J4XJBsI/AAAAAAAABcA/UNtDEPBCMj4/s1600-h/2007_10090196ac.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119815591347685058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rw09J4XJBsI/AAAAAAAABcA/UNtDEPBCMj4/s400/2007_10090196ac.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">in rosso</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3639586127592199918?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-51592279329634957512007-10-10T00:45:00.000+02:002007-10-10T00:47:20.898+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwwEzoXJBrI/AAAAAAAABb4/8JTETStRuyk/s1600-h/2007_10090180a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119472161467729586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwwEzoXJBrI/AAAAAAAABb4/8JTETStRuyk/s400/2007_10090180a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5159227932963495751?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-65584833752381047062007-10-10T00:42:00.000+02:002007-10-10T00:44:20.931+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwwEBIXJBqI/AAAAAAAABbw/nySB3Bo5gek/s1600-h/2007_10090212a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119471293884335778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwwEBIXJBqI/AAAAAAAABbw/nySB3Bo5gek/s400/2007_10090212a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">titolo...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6558483375238104706?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-56731055706184288402007-10-10T00:13:00.000+02:002007-10-10T00:31:55.412+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rwv_7YXJBpI/AAAAAAAABbo/x_ahkBqfD1o/s1600-h/2007_10090196a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119466797053576850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rwv_7YXJBpI/AAAAAAAABbo/x_ahkBqfD1o/s400/2007_10090196a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Papagena...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5673105570618428840?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-38368671358050521202007-10-09T16:09:00.000+02:002007-10-09T17:33:27.123+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwudCIXJBoI/AAAAAAAABbg/M9zSGklpfwY/s1600-h/kanepa21.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119358061366544002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwudCIXJBoI/AAAAAAAABbg/M9zSGklpfwY/s400/kanepa21.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">mi piacciono le stazioni dei treni,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">quei luoghi in cui sembrano partire le cose,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">avere un inizio...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">che sono anche il posto in cui si arriva da fuori e un pò si atterra sempre...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">passo spesso per lavoro dalla stazione</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">e vorrei molte volte essere nella condizione di prendere un treno,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">per quella destinazione in cima magari all'elenco delle partenze,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">il primo treno che va...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">sarà che sono figlia di un ferroviere,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">mi ricordo da sempre l'odore delle frenate del treno,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">un misto di ferro e gomma, </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">del velluto delle carrozze di prima...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">sarà che le stazioni sono davvero piene di saluti ed abbracci</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">di camminate frettolose e valigie trascinate</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">di attese e di ricordi kitch, le plastiche dorate del duomo e le lucette,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">ma la scatola magica della stazione e del treno</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">mi rassicura,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">c'è sempre una partenza con</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">una sua destinazione... un suo destino</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">un modo anche per me per riprendere fiato</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">rispetto a questo scorrere</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">rispetto a dove sono diretta...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">in realtà mi acquieto...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">lì stranamente imparo ad aspettare,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">ad attendere il mio destino,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">mi rilasso come se fosse tutto sotto controllo,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">con amore, con gioia, con la consapevolezza</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">di stare qui e ora...</span></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3836867135805052120?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-89346557015729656772007-10-08T11:06:00.000+02:002007-10-08T11:10:59.419+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwnzYYXJBlI/AAAAAAAABbI/Lk3_o8cmzjM/s1600-h/2006_0109rachele0019a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118890051665200722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwnzYYXJBlI/AAAAAAAABbI/Lk3_o8cmzjM/s400/2006_0109rachele0019a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Il modo migliore</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">per realizzare i tuoi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">sogni è </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">svegliarti</span></strong></div><div> </div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">P. Valèry</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8934655701572965677?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-79484446346024660742007-10-07T00:38:00.000+02:002007-10-07T00:46:17.683+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwgPxYXJBkI/AAAAAAAABbA/5GFc6-nUo9U/s1600-h/NOa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118358317534086722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwgPxYXJBkI/AAAAAAAABbA/5GFc6-nUo9U/s400/NOa.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">i no che si accendono...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">che mi accendono...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">che mi hanno cambiato</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">il viaggio...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">eh eh...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">mai lasciarsi massaggiare</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">i piedi dagli sconosciuti...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwgOiYXJBjI/AAAAAAAABa4/0SxAG9YZ9-Q/s1600-h/NOb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118356960324421170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwgOiYXJBjI/AAAAAAAABa4/0SxAG9YZ9-Q/s400/NOb.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7948444634602466074?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-49314297516031511452007-10-07T00:21:00.000+02:002007-10-07T00:53:14.915+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwgLLoXJBhI/AAAAAAAABao/ucnylQWd4lM/s1600-h/ioprofilo12a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118353270947513874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RwgLLoXJBhI/AAAAAAAABao/ucnylQWd4lM/s400/ioprofilo12a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Carica di pere gialle</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">e di rose selvatiche,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">coperta la terra</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">si specchia nel lago.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Voi dolci cigni,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">ubriachi di baci,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">tuffate il capo nell'acqua</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">sacra, sobria.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Ahimè, dove potrò trovare</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">i fiori dell'inverno</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">dove del sol la luce</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">e della terra l'ombra?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Le pareti si ergono</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">mute e fredde,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">nell'inverno</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">bandierine di ghiaccio</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">tintinnano.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">F. Holderlin</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4931429751603151145?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-56725899337273970302007-09-30T13:24:00.000+02:002007-09-30T13:27:01.323+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rv-HsIXJBgI/AAAAAAAABag/_NV3AZF5s88/s1600-h/2007_09240024a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115956893944710658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rv-HsIXJBgI/AAAAAAAABag/_NV3AZF5s88/s400/2007_09240024a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff00;"> </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">salute!!<br /></span></strong><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5672589933727397030?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-6075119020127997622007-09-27T13:11:00.000+02:002007-09-27T13:14:25.894+02:00...nessun altro, poi, può competere con la tua abilità nell'immaginare peccati originali....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-607511902012799762?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-3780752890994089552007-09-25T18:42:00.000+02:002007-09-25T18:45:23.666+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rvk6eYXJBfI/AAAAAAAABaY/d5hryE7iews/s1600-h/2007_09240036a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114183145465906674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rvk6eYXJBfI/AAAAAAAABaY/d5hryE7iews/s400/2007_09240036a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">devo vivere come un muro,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">crepo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">alessandro bergonzoni</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-378075289099408955?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-78731308184213105042007-09-25T15:35:00.000+02:002007-09-25T18:40:50.411+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rvk5_4XJBeI/AAAAAAAABaQ/11TDzEBxDRU/s1600-h/2007_09240021a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114182621479896546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rvk5_4XJBeI/AAAAAAAABaQ/11TDzEBxDRU/s400/2007_09240021a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">oggi mi hanno chiesto:<br />tu sei virtuale o reale?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7873130818421310504?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-78184110874587625892007-09-24T22:19:00.000+02:002007-09-24T22:23:30.791+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvgcPoXJBdI/AAAAAAAABaI/hRWurX1YPcU/s1600-h/2007_09240020n.jpg"><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113868431737292242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvgcPoXJBdI/AAAAAAAABaI/hRWurX1YPcU/s400/2007_09240020n.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong> vederci chiaro</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>anche nella notte</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>oscura dell'anima...<br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7818411087458762589?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-17819352791697611592007-09-24T21:54:00.000+02:002007-09-24T21:57:16.678+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvgWMYXJBcI/AAAAAAAABaA/vil4ZW9ZpVI/s1600-h/2007_09240151a.jpg"><strong><em><span style="color:#66cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113861778832950722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvgWMYXJBcI/AAAAAAAABaA/vil4ZW9ZpVI/s400/2007_09240151a.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#66cccc;"> che luna,</span></em></strong> <div><strong><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">guarda che mare...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1781935279169761159?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-35302191873963872132007-09-21T09:28:00.000+02:002007-09-21T09:35:33.689+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvNz44XJBbI/AAAAAAAABZ4/WIevGcJHvPY/s1600-h/2007_09090016r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112557423034959282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvNz44XJBbI/AAAAAAAABZ4/WIevGcJHvPY/s400/2007_09090016r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Inquieti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">uomo donna aria</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">steli</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">infranti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">supini</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">il mistero mi sospinge</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">a supplicarti irresolvibile</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">e vorrei tacerti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">adagiarmi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">distenderti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">ultime carezze</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">prima</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">dell'assassinio.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">*</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3530219187396387213?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-4262850545468033622007-09-20T08:54:00.000+02:002007-09-20T12:32:30.938+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvJMGRVQrcI/AAAAAAAABZY/3TzXBK1EONg/s1600-h/Iocchio2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112232197634436546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvJMGRVQrcI/AAAAAAAABZY/3TzXBK1EONg/s400/Iocchio2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Non puoi conoscerti veramente sin tanto che seguirai un cammino già<br />tracciato.<br />Devi perderti.<br />Affrontare quella paura, quell'ansia, quel terrore.<br />Sederti nel vuoto. Lasciare che il mondo ti trapassi, come un<br />giavellotto, per poi poterti rialzare.<br />Scoprire solo così che non esiste distinzione alcuna, nessuna distinzione di sorta, tra il tuo essere e l'essere nella sua forma unica e suprema.<br />Noi non apparteniamo alla natura delle cose.<br />Noi siamo la natura delle cose.<br />Esiste una sola mente.<br />Una sola grande mente. Un solo grande sogno.<br />Esso non è così imperscrutabile come ci vogliono far credere.<br />No. Non è così irrangiungibile come pretendono d'insegnarci.<br />Non esiste alcun mistero. Non esiste la vita dopo la morte.<br />Non ci sveglieremo nel Giorno del Giudizio. Noi siamo già svegli.<br />Completamente, perfettamente, lucidamente, vigorosamente svegli.<br />Cambiamo sembianza? Cambiamo apparenza? Cambiamo sostanza?<br />Perchè il corpo ci abbandona? Siamo solo carogne? Troveresti qualcosa frugando nei tuoi intestini, scoperchiando le ossa occipitali, succhiando il midollo<br />racchiuso nelle vertebre? Incontreresti qualcuno nelle tue ovaie?<br />Riconosceresti qualcuno nello sperma del tuo uomo?<br /><br />Io sono questo.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Non vi è differenza alcuna nel penetrare con amore una<br />donna e bere la luce della sera tra le chiome dei boschi.</strong></div><div><strong>Sono gesti generati dal medesimo essere.</strong></div><div><strong>Scaturiti dal medesimo confine.</strong></div><div><strong>Essi scorrono per mezzo di noi.</strong></div><div><strong>Io sono il tutto.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Io sono.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-426285054546803362?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-34364726228977890902007-09-20T08:48:00.000+02:002007-09-20T12:41:10.148+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvJOKhVQrfI/AAAAAAAABZw/hR71GuaRAqk/s1600-h/jeanne1_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112234469672136178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvJOKhVQrfI/AAAAAAAABZw/hR71GuaRAqk/s400/jeanne1_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>J'ai des anges avec moi,<br />avec des ailes dorées,<br />sourit, si je suis là.<br />Parfois, elle frotte mes cheveux,<br />trouve ma barbe étrange,<br />et mots visant calmer.<br />Parfois apparaît dans le rêve,<br />mon coeur, ouvre<br />et son visage montre.<br />J'ai des anges dans moi,<br />sans que je m'informe,<br />elle est là.<br />Je ne sais pas pas pourquoi,<br />peut-être parce qu'elle est une ange,<br />et moi pas...</strong></span></div></div><div> </div><div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">(ndr la foto è di gardi hutter! <a href="http://www.tasi.ch/more/gardi/gardi.htm">http://www.tasi.ch/more/gardi/gardi.htm</a>)</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3436472622897789090?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-17774363266262739832007-09-19T01:58:00.000+02:002007-09-19T02:03:44.152+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvBmYt2-YnI/AAAAAAAABZQ/uqI-CaYJBtI/s1600-h/DSCF5004ab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111698151878582898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RvBmYt2-YnI/AAAAAAAABZQ/uqI-CaYJBtI/s400/DSCF5004ab.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>la notte</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>acquieta,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>sempre</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1777436326626273983?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-28588055798859793982007-09-18T09:22:00.000+02:002007-09-18T09:25:13.018+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ru98w92-YmI/AAAAAAAABZI/0K1-DSvADxM/s1600-h/Foto0020aa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111441282769511010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ru98w92-YmI/AAAAAAAABZI/0K1-DSvADxM/s400/Foto0020aa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>"Out of the ash</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>I rise with my red hair</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>And I eat men like air"</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><em>Sylvia Plath</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2858805579885979398?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-73002883580169970172007-09-17T03:15:00.000+02:002007-09-17T03:22:52.120+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ru3VWt2-YlI/AAAAAAAABZA/ZmO8dcvkDV4/s1600-h/DSCF4924a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110975738379395666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ru3VWt2-YlI/AAAAAAAABZA/ZmO8dcvkDV4/s400/DSCF4924a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">lo so...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">ma c'è il temporale,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">ci sono i lampi e i tuoni</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">e io non resisto al piacere </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">di sentire scorrere l'acqua</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">ovunque...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">lampi come piccole illuminazioni</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">essendo già azioni illuminanti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">flash di foto oniriche...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">mi tiro addosso strali di acqua</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">morbida e buia...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">oh notte..........</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">..passo e chiudo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">roger...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7300288358016997017?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-40554139570997792772007-09-17T02:46:00.000+02:002007-09-17T03:07:25.946+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ru3SmN2-YkI/AAAAAAAABY4/rIPnBVVbBMI/s1600-h/DSCF4940a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110972706132484674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ru3SmN2-YkI/AAAAAAAABY4/rIPnBVVbBMI/s400/DSCF4940a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">posto caldo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">in cui sostare,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">un sogno di arimo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">arimo che bella parola</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">che bel gioco,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">un oasi della gioia...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">yeh!!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4055413957099779277?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-83712999008482102312007-09-16T01:42:00.001+02:002007-09-16T02:01:13.716+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruxwwd2-YjI/AAAAAAAABYw/Lo1eLyHEY8A/s1600-h/2007_06130055a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110583655109911090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruxwwd2-YjI/AAAAAAAABYw/Lo1eLyHEY8A/s400/2007_06130055a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">non si può che considerare nemico</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">solo chi è simile a noi.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">come possiamo considerare nemico ciò che è diverso,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"> che per antonomasia essendo tale è sconosciuto? </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">quindi non conoscendo il diverso a priori</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">possiamo solo ri-conoscere l'uguale,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">ciò che consideriamo nemico perchè è diverso</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">dovrebbe invece essere</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">considerato tale perchè uguale..</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">in più nel momento che accettiamo di incontrare</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">la diversità, di conoscerla</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">questa diventa uguale a noi</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">e noi diventiamo un pò diversi...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">l'espansione ci diversizza,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">uguagliandoci...</span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">noi ci combattiamo addosso...</span></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8371299900848210231?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-18861995901876325702007-09-16T01:06:00.000+02:002007-09-16T01:40:30.082+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuxtG92-YiI/AAAAAAAABYo/I0a1t2i_Gj8/s1600-h/2007_09150019a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110579643610456610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuxtG92-YiI/AAAAAAAABYo/I0a1t2i_Gj8/s400/2007_09150019a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">per come è fatta la città non ci è possibile sperimentare </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">il rituale completo del tramonto,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">manca il momento del bilico</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">sulla fondamentale</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>sottile linea rossa</em> </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">dell'orizzonte,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">siamo e diventiamo orfani del tramonto,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">il sole scompare ancora alto dietro le case</span></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">e non oltre le cose,</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">le nostre cose,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">quell'oltre che lo inghiotte noi non lo vediamo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">da anni, da quando diventiamo sempre più bassi...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">ce ne accorgiamo a tratti dai riflessi dei vetri,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">dal luccicore dei lampioni, se ci sono le nuvole rosa...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">al sole non è permesso farci scomparire nel buio della notte</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">in città la luce aranciata prolunga, allunga la luce </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">in un falso tramonto, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">allunga la nostra veglia in una falsa luminescenza,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">non sperimentandolo rimuoviamo dalla nostra esperienza il buio di fuori, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">e costringiamo quel nostro buio naturale dentro </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">a rimanere coperto, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">non c'è schermo su cui proiettare la propria buità interiore,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">non c'è possibilità di riconoscerla,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">il nostro buio rimane dentro a covare la possibilità</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">di uscire a buiare fuori...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">oggi, ritornando a casa, ho provato da sola a tramontarmi, un pò...</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1886199590187632570?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-29803911838242436982007-09-15T20:28:00.000+02:002007-09-15T20:55:31.215+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuwqW92-YhI/AAAAAAAABYg/1fVQP_Ku09I/s1600-h/DSCF5029abc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110506251209302546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuwqW92-YhI/AAAAAAAABYg/1fVQP_Ku09I/s320/DSCF5029abc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">...ho deciso di chiamarti adesso </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">perchè prima non potevo</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e ho preferito chiamarti adesso<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruwnyd2-YcI/AAAAAAAABX4/-SkBN-4iXLM/s1600-h/DSCF5029a0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503425120821698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruwnyd2-YcI/AAAAAAAABX4/-SkBN-4iXLM/s320/DSCF5029a0.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">invece che dopo</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">perchè dopo sarebbe stato tardi</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e a me fare tardi non piace,</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">in ogni caso poi ho scoperto che </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">in qualunque momento ti avessi</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">chiamato sarebbe stato adesso<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruwnzt2-YfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sUj2uxMRCR4/s1600-h/DSCF5029abc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503446595658226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruwnzt2-YfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sUj2uxMRCR4/s320/DSCF5029abc.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e dato che <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuwnzN2-YeI/AAAAAAAABYI/ktu1sY0qgww/s1600-h/DSCF5029ab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503438005723618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuwnzN2-YeI/AAAAAAAABYI/ktu1sY0qgww/s320/DSCF5029ab.jpg" border="0" /></a>l'adesso era l'idea</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">che volevo raggiungere</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">ero comunque contenta </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">e quindi ho detto</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">adesso lo chiamo....</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2980391183824243698?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-71582906554459843432007-09-13T01:19:00.000+02:002007-09-13T01:23:19.501+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruh0MN2-YbI/AAAAAAAABXw/dYJozcGt5s4/s1600-h/2007_09060062a.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109461530479321522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruh0MN2-YbI/AAAAAAAABXw/dYJozcGt5s4/s400/2007_09060062a.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"> suggerimenti<br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">per chi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">necessita</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">di essere riciclato</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">doverosamente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">dignitosamente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">efficientemente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">pulitamente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">giustamente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">ironia della sorte</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">o sorte ironica?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">yeh!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7158290655445984343?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-42764133624602918682007-09-13T01:15:00.000+02:002007-09-13T01:16:56.129+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuhzL92-YaI/AAAAAAAABXo/5zgYRp4CErQ/s1600-h/2007_09060085a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109460426672726434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuhzL92-YaI/AAAAAAAABXo/5zgYRp4CErQ/s400/2007_09060085a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">dalla terra di mezzo....</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4276413362460291868?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-88649868229191422702007-09-13T01:11:00.000+02:002007-09-13T01:12:48.749+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuhyM92-YZI/AAAAAAAABXg/FwRhNQ0HUWw/s1600-h/2007_09060011an.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109459344340967826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuhyM92-YZI/AAAAAAAABXg/FwRhNQ0HUWw/s400/2007_09060011an.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">hugs</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8864986822919142270?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-77622351387143115722007-09-13T01:02:00.000+02:002007-09-13T01:06:43.028+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruhwo92-YYI/AAAAAAAABXY/dDww33LjmNg/s1600-h/2007_09060058a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109457626354049410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Ruhwo92-YYI/AAAAAAAABXY/dDww33LjmNg/s400/2007_09060058a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">asciugati</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">nelle orme dei miei passi</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">il crepitare della notte in fiamme</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">discendervi riversi</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">sono futili</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">i nostri addii</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">*</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7762235138714311572?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-61575237018843393782007-09-11T19:24:00.000+02:002007-09-11T19:32:56.082+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RubQRdQuorI/AAAAAAAABXQ/eDfTvmiFKO8/s1600-h/2007_09090051a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108999825629553330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RubQRdQuorI/AAAAAAAABXQ/eDfTvmiFKO8/s400/2007_09090051a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">....</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">L'orizzonte è di un azzurro intenso.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Siamo amici? Fratelli? </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Non importa.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">C'è vita, dunque?</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Una vita immensa.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Tutta da scrivere.</span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">*</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6157523701884339378?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-77268224056219659522007-09-11T18:24:00.000+02:002007-09-11T19:06:27.861+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RubJ4dQuoqI/AAAAAAAABXI/NxzpiZV9PMw/s1600-h/2007_09090073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108992799063057058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RubJ4dQuoqI/AAAAAAAABXI/NxzpiZV9PMw/s400/2007_09090073.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">oggi luna nuova...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">giornata limpida...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">mi sento più strana del solito...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">mi ronzano parole e discorsi notturni,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">nonostante il giorno,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">oggi però è una giornata da barone lamberto...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">me lo sono letto tutto d'un fiato...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">un paio d'ore ed era già nel mio dna...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">grande rodari...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">il c'era due volte mi piaceva un sacco...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">un pò rinascita, un pò surreale...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">come la luna di oggi...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">come mi dipingo di solito...ma... </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">ecco le parole precise del santone arabo<br />incontrato per caso<br />all'ombra della<br />Sfinge:<br />"</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em>Ricordati che l'uomo il cui<br />nome è pronunciato resta<br />in vita</em>"</span></strong><br /><br /></blockquote><div></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">...già, chissà se vale anche per le donne,</span></strong><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"> chissà se funziona anche fuori </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">l'isola di s.giulio,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"> chissà se aiuta chi è cattivo e non si vergogna...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">...si ma...qual è il mio VERO nome?<br /></span></strong></div><br /><p> </p><p><a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/C">http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/C'era_due_volte_il_barone_Lamberto</a></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7726822405621965952?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-39796321436133786432007-09-10T22:37:00.000+02:002007-09-10T22:39:25.799+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuWrK9QuopI/AAAAAAAABXA/akLoYtgi14k/s1600-h/2007_09090029a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108677557053465234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuWrK9QuopI/AAAAAAAABXA/akLoYtgi14k/s400/2007_09090029a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">dedicato a voi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">viaggiatori</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">eterici e </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">geniali</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">del blog....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">eh eh eh<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3979632143613378643?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-19355020768510094472007-09-10T22:27:00.000+02:002007-09-10T22:33:52.962+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuWpFtQuooI/AAAAAAAABW4/hi2sOaDDlwY/s1600-h/2007_09090071a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108675267835896450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuWpFtQuooI/AAAAAAAABW4/hi2sOaDDlwY/s400/2007_09090071a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">...ne parlavo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">siamo tutti uguali...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">quando dormiano</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">quando nasciamo e moriamo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">...il nostro declinare nel mistero</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">del sonno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">il nostro desiderare di essere</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">amati, semplicemente...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">e sento che il momento che ci vedrà riconoscere questa soglia di uguaglianza sarà anche quello dell'elogio della nostra</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"> unicità diversa....dell'essere</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">....diversamente unici...unicamente diversi...</span></strong></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1935502076851009447?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-61860143518862554612007-09-10T00:06:00.000+02:002007-09-10T00:08:31.573+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRuvtQuonI/AAAAAAAABWw/8MOGk7XiJTw/s1600-h/2007_09090084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108329643227652722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRuvtQuonI/AAAAAAAABWw/8MOGk7XiJTw/s400/2007_09090084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">forzato </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">in galleria</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6186014351886255461?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-9886139164225413922007-09-09T23:51:00.000+02:002007-09-10T00:02:48.563+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRrgNQuomI/AAAAAAAABWo/g79V_61K87g/s1600-h/2007_09090077a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108326078404797026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRrgNQuomI/AAAAAAAABWo/g79V_61K87g/s400/2007_09090077a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">oggi<br />ascensione giocata<br />dal favore dei venti...<br />dopotutto le catene sono arrugginite<br />più dalla salsedine<br />che dall'oblio vero e proprio...<br />uno ad una carrucolata<br />di passaggio non rinuncia<br />così facilmente<br />e soprattutto<br />una carrucolata non si nega mai a nessuno...<br />in fondo è una questione di agganci sicuri<br />alla realtà poi il tiraggio indipendentemente<br />dal peso da cui si parte funziona, funziona sempre...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-988613916422541392?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-80736019375785453472007-09-09T23:41:00.000+02:002007-09-09T23:49:51.239+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRo8NQuolI/AAAAAAAABWg/FzztvjNZK-M/s1600-h/2007_09090041a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108323260906250834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRo8NQuolI/AAAAAAAABWg/FzztvjNZK-M/s400/2007_09090041a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">grandi = mare</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">baci = saruti </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">baci grandi...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">non è difficile...no?</span></strong></div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8073601937578545347?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-33668884843740647912007-09-09T23:32:00.000+02:002007-09-09T23:33:32.244+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRmi9QuokI/AAAAAAAABWY/RNyFxUwPhXU/s1600-h/2007_09090013a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108320628091298370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRmi9QuokI/AAAAAAAABWY/RNyFxUwPhXU/s400/2007_09090013a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">un posto</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">a tavola....</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3366888484374064791?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-78916147878789383012007-09-09T23:07:00.000+02:002007-09-09T23:09:15.969+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRgtdQuojI/AAAAAAAABWQ/b1h_JUznNvE/s1600-h/2007_09090026a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108314211410158130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRgtdQuojI/AAAAAAAABWQ/b1h_JUznNvE/s400/2007_09090026a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>collusive...?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7891614787878938301?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-63648285397251229142007-09-09T22:55:00.000+02:002007-09-09T22:57:39.394+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRd_tQuoiI/AAAAAAAABWI/mDUNQrnNd5Q/s1600-h/2007_09090017a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108311226407887394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRd_tQuoiI/AAAAAAAABWI/mDUNQrnNd5Q/s400/2007_09090017a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">dov'è</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">l'amore?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6364828539725122914?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-2125579278662998692007-09-09T22:50:00.000+02:002007-09-09T22:53:30.792+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRc79QuohI/AAAAAAAABWA/Y8lDW4PbTPY/s1600-h/2007_09090018a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108310062471750162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuRc79QuohI/AAAAAAAABWA/Y8lDW4PbTPY/s400/2007_09090018a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">l'ho trovato</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">il leone</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">va bene</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">il gatto di san...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-212557927866299869?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-48291828730043934922007-09-07T01:20:00.000+02:002007-09-07T01:23:00.895+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCLcNQuogI/AAAAAAAABV4/WoLwegAmnXk/s1600-h/DSCF5162a.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107235294150566402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCLcNQuogI/AAAAAAAABV4/WoLwegAmnXk/s400/DSCF5162a.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"> qua<span style="color:#cc0000;">nt</span></span><span style="color:#000000;">ico</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><span style="color:#009900;">.<br /></span><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4829182873004393492?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-76875061526322221942007-09-07T01:11:00.000+02:002007-09-07T01:12:36.035+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCJJdQuoeI/AAAAAAAABVo/uFI5usH2GrE/s1600-h/5aa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107232773004763618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCJJdQuoeI/AAAAAAAABVo/uFI5usH2GrE/s400/5aa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">me la canto </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">e me la suono...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">davvero</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">felice!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7687506152632222194?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-77618185231934247282007-09-07T01:07:00.000+02:002007-09-07T01:11:11.385+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCIftQuodI/AAAAAAAABVg/Qdh_W6EHCkQ/s1600-h/DSCF5142r.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107232055745225170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCIftQuodI/AAAAAAAABVg/Qdh_W6EHCkQ/s400/DSCF5142r.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"> le barche</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">amano</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">prendere </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">il sole...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7761818523193424728?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-16700855367836533682007-09-07T01:01:00.000+02:002007-09-07T01:06:16.346+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCHpNQuocI/AAAAAAAABVY/RZw2kKfQWfI/s1600-h/2007_09060084r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107231119442354626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCHpNQuocI/AAAAAAAABVY/RZw2kKfQWfI/s400/2007_09060084r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">pensieri leggeri si uniscono alle resine dei pini</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">si fa chiara la mente come nuvola</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">pensieri leggeri si uniscono alle luci e ai colori</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">al silenzio lontano delle nuvole </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">F. Battiato</span></strong> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.battiato.it/discografia/2000/vuoto.htm#vuoto">http://www.battiato.it/discografia/2000/vuoto.htm#vuoto</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1670085536783653368?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-81851891712924317252007-09-07T00:48:00.000+02:002007-09-07T00:50:22.263+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCD8NQuobI/AAAAAAAABVQ/WKJAx7Et-PI/s1600-h/DSCF5115r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107227047813358002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCD8NQuobI/AAAAAAAABVQ/WKJAx7Et-PI/s400/DSCF5115r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">città invisibilmente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">pensata...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8185189171292431725?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-88402353708411002832007-09-07T00:36:00.000+02:002007-09-07T00:43:45.070+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCCZtQuoaI/AAAAAAAABVI/kfGICq10Khg/s1600-h/DSCF5117ar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107225355596243362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RuCCZtQuoaI/AAAAAAAABVI/kfGICq10Khg/s400/DSCF5117ar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">lussuoso il verbo</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">evanescente si conficchi</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">nel tuo inchino</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-8840235370841100283?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-67637410771253374522007-09-05T01:25:00.000+02:002007-09-05T01:28:47.428+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rt3p_dQuoZI/AAAAAAAABVA/miYggDsLFGY/s1600-h/DSCF4398a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106494828903834002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rt3p_dQuoZI/AAAAAAAABVA/miYggDsLFGY/s400/DSCF4398a.jpg" border="0" /></a> d'Italie...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6763741077125337452?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-12142238817602686812007-09-05T00:59:00.000+02:002007-09-05T01:07:47.348+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rt3ja9QuoYI/AAAAAAAABU4/LXRiVZrEAlw/s1600-h/DSCF4432.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106487604768842114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/Rt3ja9QuoYI/AAAAAAAABU4/LXRiVZrEAlw/s400/DSCF4432.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">ho scoperto</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">un bordo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">all'interno di noi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">un margine</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">una specie di zona di arimo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">che permette di distanziarsi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">dalla pelle </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">che a tratti</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">nel tempo, crescendo </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">può diventare fragile e diafana...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">questa zona franca</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">questa terra di mezzo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">permette evoluzioni interiori</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">capovolgimenti </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">ed espansioni ritmate </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">è il luogo in cui si prende fiato...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">è il luogo delle rincorse...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">del lieve sollievo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">un modo, come direbbe qualcuno, per allenarsi al grande balzo... </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-1214223881760268681?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-24987852566450643422007-08-30T00:12:00.000+02:002007-08-30T00:16:21.468+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXv2NQuoVI/AAAAAAAABUg/1tbV-TOFMyI/s1600-h/DSCF4326a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104249467246125394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXv2NQuoVI/AAAAAAAABUg/1tbV-TOFMyI/s400/DSCF4326a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />bello divertente<br />letale!!!!<br />ah ah ah <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXv39QuoWI/AAAAAAAABUo/77JlE21lEQY/s1600-h/DSCF4328a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104249497310896482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXv39QuoWI/AAAAAAAABUo/77JlE21lEQY/s400/DSCF4328a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXv4NQuoXI/AAAAAAAABUw/GI112xJuOQg/s1600-h/DSCF4327a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104249501605863794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXv4NQuoXI/AAAAAAAABUw/GI112xJuOQg/s400/DSCF4327a.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2498785256645064342?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-22669647466975856052007-08-29T23:40:00.000+02:002007-08-30T00:01:21.953+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXry9QuoUI/AAAAAAAABUY/JhWE8pJern8/s1600-h/DSCF4298a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104245013365039426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtXry9QuoUI/AAAAAAAABUY/JhWE8pJern8/s400/DSCF4298a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">...andiamo un pò a vedere...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">...ma magari sono io che ho bevuto troppo succo di mela...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">...succo e yogurth non vanno d'accordo insieme...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">...da questo angolo dell'universo....</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">ma c'è o non c'è sto materiale...</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">...</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2266964746697585605?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-57826415991544834392007-08-29T18:02:00.000+02:002007-08-29T23:36:46.933+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtWa79QuoTI/AAAAAAAABUQ/fTa1-X759fo/s1600-h/Copia+di+DSCF4469.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104156107542012210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtWa79QuoTI/AAAAAAAABUQ/fTa1-X759fo/s400/Copia+di+DSCF4469.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">siamo ladri</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">siamo assassini e traditori</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">e bugiardi, terribilmente bugiardi...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">evviva,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">era ora!</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-5782641599154483439?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-38400044146772272502007-08-29T17:11:00.000+02:002007-08-29T23:37:30.853+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtWRWtQuoRI/AAAAAAAABUA/frATVodg3HA/s1600-h/2007_08250027ab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104145571987235090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtWRWtQuoRI/AAAAAAAABUA/frATVodg3HA/s400/2007_08250027ab.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtWRXtQuoSI/AAAAAAAABUI/dOhGzdQ5Z9k/s1600-h/2007_08250028ab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104145589167104290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtWRXtQuoSI/AAAAAAAABUI/dOhGzdQ5Z9k/s400/2007_08250028ab.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">le cose impossibili</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">non esistono...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">beh, esistono al contrario le cose che non si vogliono...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">come si dice volere è potere...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">e se uno non vuole c'ha sempre un buon motivo...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">perchè se così non fosse non avrebbe tutta la potenza che ha nel generare ciò che non si vuole...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">...oggi ho spostato la lavatrice...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">...perdeva acqua da giorni...ha più di dodici anni...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">di onoratissimo servizio...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">è così nel paciugo sotterraneo ho pulito gli angoli più oscuri del bagno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">nell'economia dell'universo questo spostamento così insignificante</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">ha creato un salto quantico nella mia vita...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">ho pensato che se uno dovesse curare ogni aspetto della propria esistenza</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">fisica, mentale, spirituale in maniera impeccabile,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">sarebbe omniscente ed onnipotente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">e a quel punto non avrebbe più da controllare nulla</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">perchè il nulla sarebbe il tutto,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">non farebbe in tempo a pensare una cosa perchè questa diventi subito la cosa stessa...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">ho scoperto che all'essere umano piace rimanere attaccato alla propria sofferenza,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">quella del non voler controllare tutto impeccabilmente,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">il fatto di sapere tutto e subito</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">di essere ed avere tutto, istantaneamente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">è una grande paura...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">la paura di essere arrivati ad essere semplicemente se stessi...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">l'infinito è a portata di mano, sempre...</span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">chiedetelo alla mia lavatrice... </span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-3840004414677227250?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-41741652424632204762007-08-28T00:55:00.000+02:002007-08-28T00:57:33.756+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtNWdNQuoQI/AAAAAAAABT4/Q5WN1smrQw8/s1600-h/2007_08250053a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103517862516924674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtNWdNQuoQI/AAAAAAAABT4/Q5WN1smrQw8/s400/2007_08250053a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">specchio delle mie brame...<br /></span></strong><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4174165242463220476?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-25493612199972930152007-08-27T23:48:00.000+02:002007-08-28T00:13:37.578+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtNLjNQuoPI/AAAAAAAABTw/HW6c9SlZVS0/s1600-h/2007_08250052a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103505870968234226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtNLjNQuoPI/AAAAAAAABTw/HW6c9SlZVS0/s400/2007_08250052a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtNKStQuoOI/AAAAAAAABTo/4LiE3m9Qu2U/s1600-h/2007_08250057a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103504487988764898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtNKStQuoOI/AAAAAAAABTo/4LiE3m9Qu2U/s400/2007_08250057a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">3246 lager</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">1080</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">5050 ci siamo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 51</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">lo messo io</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">5346</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">505200</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">va bene</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 53 00</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">dovrei aver capito per lo meno</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">l'importante non è andare a ribattere le posizioni d'ingresso sulla bolla</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">ach questa non ci voleva</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">questa è una fregatura</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">allora ne facciamo uno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">andiamo a vedere...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">adesso che ho capito dovrei fare veloce....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">quanta roba abbiam comprato....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">sto su tutta la notte ma la metto in magazzino...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">me ne frego...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">allora cominciamo con la pagina uno...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">è una varenaingang statu</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">ci godono a mettermi in difficoltà</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">2007 l'ho scritto</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">19...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">copiren</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">no...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">ok qui ci siamo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">adesso bisogna stare</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 50 24</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">è tutto uno scherzo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">quanti metri mettiamo?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">esce il prezzo sbagliato...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 50 24</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">vacca boia di una balorda adesso ho sbagliato...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">tararara tararara</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">cià, che casino è...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 56 27</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 57 00</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 13 00</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 13 24</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">va be' mica sono infiniti i numeri</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">bp 28</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">14400</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">poi c'è il suo amico...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">89 176 14</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">ci siamo, che culo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">ah qui siamo tornati agli articoli...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">ma c'è una posizione in più</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 50 57</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">è questo non l'ho capito</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">50 57 24</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">è giusto va bene...</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2549361219997293015?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-76938038751925490552007-08-27T00:49:00.000+02:002007-08-27T00:55:52.107+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtIEL9QuoNI/AAAAAAAABTg/CmB3gr-rJH0/s1600-h/2007_08250055a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103145931233992914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtIEL9QuoNI/AAAAAAAABTg/CmB3gr-rJH0/s400/2007_08250055a.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-7693803875192549055?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-20950219174203497242007-08-27T00:47:00.001+02:002007-08-27T00:49:55.581+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtIDK9QuoLI/AAAAAAAABTQ/KDP-hGRvz5U/s1600-h/2007_08250070a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103144814542495922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtIDK9QuoLI/AAAAAAAABTQ/KDP-hGRvz5U/s400/2007_08250070a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">ecco che inizia...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">il sogno...?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">un viaggio....?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-2095021917420349724?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-66234998323910292422007-08-27T00:37:00.000+02:002007-08-27T00:40:45.301+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtIA19QuoJI/AAAAAAAABTA/vQis9ytQ-AE/s1600-h/2007_08250058a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103142254741987474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtIA19QuoJI/AAAAAAAABTA/vQis9ytQ-AE/s400/2007_08250058a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">ora</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">forse</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">è </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">ancora</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">così...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">in ogni caso</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">SO BE!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-6623499832391029242?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440410.post-49654422950527844122007-08-26T23:43:00.001+02:002007-08-26T23:59:28.968+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtH0KNQuoII/AAAAAAAABS4/14b3c32uWaM/s1600-h/2007_08250083a.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103128308983177346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMFLngKA6k0/RtH0KNQuoII/AAAAAAAABS4/14b3c32uWaM/s400/2007_08250083a.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"> un bel film</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">l'ho rivisto di notte,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">un film</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">delirante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">che per me significa bello e surreale,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">ho capito</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">che l'avevo dimenticato</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">perchè mi era troppo familiare...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">perchè era certo, quasi scontato...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">il viaggio, il rincorrere...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">il tempo che finisce</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">tutto che s'interrompe..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">e questa strana ossessione per</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">recuperare immagini e sogni...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">sono arrivata a metà...e non mi ricordo ancora come va a finire....</span></strong><br /><a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fino_alla_fine_del_mondo">http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fino_alla_fine_del_mondo</a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">(...)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">una questione di memoria....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">i miei tentativi molte volte andati a vuoto...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">come fai all'inizio del viaggio a ricordare qualcosa che non </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sai di avere dimenticato...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">come si fa a distinguere il sogno dal sognatore...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">quante terre diverse, quanti tramonti...quanti risvegli...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">le cose indicibili...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">a furia di dimenticare impari a vedere...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">lontano....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">ohhhhhhhhhhh quanto ti amo....</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440410-4965442295052784412?l=davverofenice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fenicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754135392091537919noreply@blogger.com0