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Urla...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:21:40 +0100

(Tanka)

Urla

manca il respiro
urla di labbra umide

"Celestion"

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:16:58 +0100

Grigio il cielo piombo di ‘sto mattino piombo.
Oltre ai vetri delle finestre piombo.
Il suono lontano del tuono al rimbombo.
Piombo.
Il lampo che anticipa poi deflagra.
L’occhieggiar di spari-sibili e luci
dall’effetto stereo.
Girotondo concentrico m’assorbe
e come tal l’accolgo.

Poesia

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:37:24 +0100

Mare di viole sul tuo corpo candido. Poesia di stelle.

Ti desidero anche a mezzogiorno

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:10:09 +0100

<a class="level1 item11" style="color: #2f66a7;" href="http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&id=19&Itemid=23">Poesia intimista</a> Ti desidero anche a mezzogiorno non è solo di notte che ti penso, sarà quel sogno lungo un giorno che mi accompagna che si fa strada nella mente, inconsapevole,irrimediabilmente inerme.

In memoria

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:21:43 +0100

<a href="http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&id=5&Itemid=6" target="_blank">poesia drammatica</a> Nascesti in una casa senza dolori, i tuoi occhi si aprirono al mondo e tutto intorno a te gioiva, era perché la tua vita iniziava.

Cerchi di fuoco

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:46:33 +0100

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=category&amp;id=7&amp;Itemid=8&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;poesia sociale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ha dolce sapore&lt;br /&gt;il sorriso radioso sul viso&lt;br /&gt;di un ingenuo bambino&lt;br /&gt;che gioca nel vento in libertà&lt;/p&gt;

You-tube: Tempo

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:25:45 +0100

&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!-- AllVideos Reloaded Plugin (v1.2.4.1054) starts here --&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;noscript&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;background-color:red;color:white;width:160px&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;JavaScript ? disabilitato!&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;Per visualizzare il contenuto devi abilitare il JavaScript dalle opzioni del tuo browser.&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/noscript&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span id=&amp;quot;avreloaded0&amp;quot; class=&amp;quot;allvideos&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div id=&amp;quot;warnflashavreloaded0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;background-color:red;color:white;width:160px;visibility:hidden&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;L\&amp;apos;Adobe Flash Player non ? installato o ? piu vecchio della versione 9.0.115!&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer&amp;quot; onclick=&amp;quot;window.open(this.href);return false;&amp;quot; onkeypress=&amp;quot;window.open(this.href);return false;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;/plugins/content/avreloaded/160x41_Get_Flash_Player.jpg&amp;quot; alt=&amp;quot;Scarica Adobe Flash Player cliccando qui&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;border:0&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;script type=&amp;quot;text/javascript&amp;quot;&amp;gt; swfobject.embedSWF(&amp;apos;http://www.youtube.com/v/qEOVMocWVeo&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;avreloaded0&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;400&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;320&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;9.0.28&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;/plugins/content/avreloaded/expressinstall.swf&amp;apos;, {autoplay:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,color1:&amp;apos;0xFFFFFF&amp;apos;,color2:&amp;apos;0x000000&amp;apos;,rel:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,egm:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,border:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,loop:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;},{wmode:&amp;apos;window&amp;apos;,bgcolor:&amp;apos;#FFFFFF&amp;apos;,menu:&amp;apos;true&amp;apos;},{id:&amp;apos;p_avreloaded0&amp;apos;,styleclass:&amp;apos;allvideos&amp;apos;}); &amp;lt;/script&amp;gt;&amp;lt;script type=&amp;quot;text/javascript&amp;quot;&amp;gt;window.addEvent(&amp;quot;domready&amp;quot;,function(){var s = &amp;quot;warnflashavreloaded0&amp;quot;; if ($(s)){$(s).setOpacity(1);}});&amp;lt;/script&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!-- AllVideos Reloaded Plugin (v1.2.4.1054) ends here --&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

Galeotta fu la cena

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:47:28 +0100

&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;id=27&amp;amp;Itemid=31&amp;quot; target=&amp;quot;_blank&amp;quot;&amp;gt;racconti&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt; &amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt; &amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Questo racconto andrebbe letto con la &amp;quot;c&amp;quot; aspirata...&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt; &amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Non dovrei essere qui: questa attesa mi snerva. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cosa faccio? Entro? E poi? Potrei ordinarmi un buon bicchiere di vino... rosso, magari. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No. Aspetto ancora un po’.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Che bella serata... Oh Dio! a parte questo piccolo inconveniente.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ancora turisti... È veramente curioso come certe città d’arte sembrano, in questi periodi dell’anno, abitate solo da turisti. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Guarda, guarda... discreta borsa.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Quaranta minuti... quasi un’ora! Non ne posso più di stare qui ad aspettare! Entro!&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

Masada

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:42:24 +0100

&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;Masada&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt; &amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Videopoesia di&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt; &amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Benito Ciarlo&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt; &amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!-- AllVideos Reloaded Plugin (v1.2.4.1054) starts here --&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;noscript&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;background-color:red;color:white;width:160px&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;JavaScript ? disabilitato!&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;Per visualizzare il contenuto devi abilitare il JavaScript dalle opzioni del tuo browser.&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/noscript&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span id=&amp;quot;avreloaded1&amp;quot; class=&amp;quot;allvideos&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div id=&amp;quot;warnflashavreloaded1&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;background-color:red;color:white;width:160px;visibility:hidden&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;L\&amp;apos;Adobe Flash Player non ? installato o ? piu vecchio della versione 9.0.115!&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer&amp;quot; onclick=&amp;quot;window.open(this.href);return false;&amp;quot; onkeypress=&amp;quot;window.open(this.href);return false;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;/plugins/content/avreloaded/160x41_Get_Flash_Player.jpg&amp;quot; alt=&amp;quot;Scarica Adobe Flash Player cliccando qui&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;border:0&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ins&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;script type=&amp;quot;text/javascript&amp;quot;&amp;gt; swfobject.embedSWF(&amp;apos;http://www.youtube.com/v/f3WBKZE4DOc&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;avreloaded1&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;400&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;320&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;9.0.28&amp;apos;,&amp;apos;/plugins/content/avreloaded/expressinstall.swf&amp;apos;, {autoplay:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,color1:&amp;apos;0xFFFFFF&amp;apos;,color2:&amp;apos;0x000000&amp;apos;,rel:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,egm:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,border:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;,loop:&amp;apos;0&amp;apos;},{wmode:&amp;apos;window&amp;apos;,bgcolor:&amp;apos;#FFFFFF&amp;apos;,menu:&amp;apos;true&amp;apos;},{id:&amp;apos;p_avreloaded1&amp;apos;,styleclass:&amp;apos;allvideos&amp;apos;}); &amp;lt;/script&amp;gt;&amp;lt;script type=&amp;quot;text/javascript&amp;quot;&amp;gt;window.addEvent(&amp;quot;domready&amp;quot;,function(){var s = &amp;quot;warnflashavreloaded1&amp;quot;; if ($(s)){$(s).setOpacity(1);}});&amp;lt;/script&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!-- AllVideos Reloaded Plugin (v1.2.4.1054) ends here --&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

Aforismi e Massime leopardiane

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 13:56:38 +0100

&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;strong&amp;amp;gt;Massime leopardiane&amp;amp;lt;/strong&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;p /&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;img style=&amp;amp;quot;float: left;&amp;amp;quot; src=&amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/images/stories/ytjy_thumb.jpg&amp;amp;quot; alt=&amp;amp;quot;alt&amp;amp;quot; width=&amp;amp;quot;57&amp;amp;quot; height=&amp;amp;quot;57&amp;amp;quot; /&amp;amp;gt;Amare: Io non ho mai sentito tanto di vivere quanto amando, benché tutto il resto del mondo fosse per me come morto .&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;Amor patrio: Una nazione serva al di dentro, non ha vero amor patrio &amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;.&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;Bello: L&amp;amp;apos;uomo, se ben consideriamo, non giudica mai della bellezza né della bruttezza, se non comparativamente, e l&amp;amp;apos;idea del bello è sempre comparativa e quindi relativa &amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;.&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;Bisogni: Quelli che non hanno bisogni sono ordinariamente più bisognosi di coloro che ne hanno. Uno de&amp;amp;apos; grandissimi e principalissimi bisogni dell&amp;amp;apos;uomo è quello di occupare la vita &amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;.&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;Civiltà: La civiltà delle nazioni consiste in un temperamento della natura colla ragione, dove quella cioè la natura abbia la maggior parte &amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;.

Veleno

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 12:55:23 +0100

&amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;a class=&amp;amp;quot;level1 item2&amp;amp;quot; style=&amp;amp;quot;color: #2f66a7;&amp;amp;quot; href=&amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;id=2&amp;amp;amp;Itemid=3&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;span&amp;amp;gt;Poesia generica&amp;amp;lt;/span&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;Nei giardini,&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;che esplodon dei doni a colori da cogliere,&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;.........................piano……………………….&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;con mano corretta dal’eco&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;di come vorremmo noi essere&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;ed invece non siamo,&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;il cuore si muove incontrollato.&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;

Una moglie ... &amp;amp;quot;incazzata&amp;amp;quot;

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 12:38:06 +0100

&amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;a class=&amp;amp;quot;level1 item8&amp;amp;quot; style=&amp;amp;quot;color: #2f66a7;&amp;amp;quot; href=&amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;id=8&amp;amp;amp;Itemid=9&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;span&amp;amp;gt;Poesia satirica&amp;amp;lt;/span&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;em&amp;amp;gt;(Ovvero: un uomo da buttare!!!)&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;........&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/em&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Sono donna e se sto male&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;corro in fretta dal dottore&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;e il disagio innaturale&amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;gt;lo risolvo in poche ore !&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;

Indefinita

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 11:34:03 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=2&amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;gt;haiku&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;gt;Il grigio ora&amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;gt;è colore perfetto&amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;gt;da indossare in me&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;

Scusate se parlo da solo

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 10:28:59 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=19&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=23&amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia intimista&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Scusate se parlo da solo&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;e ripongo le notti una sull&amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;altra&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;come lenzuola sempre in attesa&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;dell&amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;occasione di un&amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;amante di lusso&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

cantiere d&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;ombre

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 08:42:55 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=7&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=8&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia sociale&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;costruisce la notte&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;un cantiere d’ombre&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;ai fianchi del silenzio&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;che lavora sotto la luna,&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Un treno in corsa

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 08:41:47 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=4&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=5&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia descrittiva&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Finestrini appannati&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;di un treno in corsa.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Con un dito&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;traccio un cuore&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;nel bel mezzo&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;appare un fiore&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;già tracciato.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;Sobrepena&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:41:25 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=3&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=4&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia d&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;amore&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Un atavico suono di tamburi lontani&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;muove l&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;aria pesante (quasi densa) tra i rami al vento. &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Una specie di miele lavicamente vischioso &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;dalle porte del tempo, dal profondo, da sempre&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;racconta chi siamo dal nostro millenario calpestar la terra.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

tratto da un film

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:15:23 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=4&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=5&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia descrittiva&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Tratto da un film…&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;***************&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Nella trama d’ogni film&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Ci troviamo spesso noi&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Personaggi al quanto&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Uguali …nelle storie&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Variegate…calde…fredde&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Accantonate.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Come al solito. ( La Vecchiaia, da: L’anima brucia)

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:38:02 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=27&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=31&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;racconti&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Come al solito!&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Anche stanotte il mio nemico “il tempo” ha scandito le sue ore, attraverso le lucine sinistre dell’orologio al quarzo e mi ha trovato desta. Da giovane ero una campionessa del sonno, riuscivo ad addormentarmi a tempo di record, bastava che mettessi la testa sul cuscino e crollavo di botto.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Tenero, lui!

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:39:47 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=40&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=56&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;aforismi&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Poiché il suo orologio andò avanti sempre di tre minuti,&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;quando arrivò al dunque&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;morì convinto di aver vissuto tre minuti in più… &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: center;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Aurelio Zucchi&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Libera

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:25:10 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=3&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia generica&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Divampa fuoco,&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;brucia&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;i terreni incolti,&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;purifica:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Quella donna

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:13:33 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=27&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=31&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;racconti&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Quella donna, totalmente diversa da quella di qualche ora fa...non più la smorfiosetta che aveva adescato quel flaccido pezzo di carne in quel disco pub fra una boccata di fumo, un sorriso di circostanza e qualche Du Demon a reggere il gioco del “conquistatore conquistato”.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Davanti a lui con indosso soltanto un perizoma... così la sognava, godere delle sue grazie...NO...NIENTE AFFATTO, PICCOLO UOMO... tutto era trasfigurato in incubo dal sapore acre della paura quando l&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;ignoto ti sfiora con il suo nero e spesso tendaggio.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Le ombre della sera.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:45:00 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Arriva il buio&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;con le sue ombre&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;crepuscolari&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;e lo spirito&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;rattristato&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;cerca luce,&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

L&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;Accidia ( da &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; L&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;Incanto del mare&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;)

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:41:45 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=3&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia generica&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;L’accidia&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Ormai mi sono arresa all’indolenza,&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;che mi condanna a questa “strafottenza”&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;non ho vitalità, ne energia&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;ho reso il campo all’eterna apatia.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

Past è fasul.... (pasta e fagioli)

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:39:47 +0100

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p style=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;text-align: right;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;http://poesieinversi.altervista.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=9&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Itemid=10&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot; target=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;poesia dialettale&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Passato è Fasul ...&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Ogg past è Fasul e me so Magnat&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;me so fatt n&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;apos;a grand abbuffat&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;