tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80952607613023403542024-03-19T09:46:58.497+01:00FrancamenteFrancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08115982928799357406noreply@blogger.comBlogger541125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-88163706501774178582024-03-02T09:26:00.005+01:002024-03-02T09:26:46.139+01:00Buon compleanno!<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oggi avresti compiuto 41 anni.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Buon compleanno bambina!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il mio bacio ti giunga ovunque tu sei...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wF5kEWMOc_I" width="320" youtube-src-id="wF5kEWMOc_I"></iframe></div></span><br /></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-58603425890900573952024-02-22T09:16:00.003+01:002024-02-24T17:27:35.841+01:0092<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">A 92 mesi dalla tua scomparsa ti dedico queste parole:</span></p><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":R2lblal9l9aqqd9emhpapd5aqH2:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non posso tenerti per mano</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e allora ti tengo nel cuore.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ed è lì che sei e sarai presenza, eterna.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ed è <span></span>quello il posto più bello che ho.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi diranno che non posso toccarti.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vero, ma nel cuore io ti sento.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi diranno che non posso vederti.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vero, ma gli occhi ricoprono le distanze e nel cuore non c'è distanza.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi diranno che non posso udire la tua voce. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vero, ma io ti ascolto e in me fai rumore! </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi diranno che non posso parlarti. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vero. Ma cosa servono le parole, tu mi fai battere il cuore. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E se il cuore è l'organo della vita, anche se io non ti tengo per mano, non ti vedo e non ti parlo, faccio molto di più, ti tengo nel cuore, io ti tengo nella mia vita. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(F. Roversi)</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4swqUriJZg_CX_Zfo1DcEoVty0uQ2bVThSNVGEhBP8YewlSPu0l98NPttJ0Am0cgOhkjWqji0g9i4CbUzEm0-WfvVYL6EywGXzF-ZAuPOemQPX-iYYhl0jr5izkl1qnqqtYRUAoD2BjkVsx_BGMqlWV8Tub-4ZBTwo-HnQ25ocvmguDJ1jfVAHcHxPgsN/s1280/Aquilone%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4swqUriJZg_CX_Zfo1DcEoVty0uQ2bVThSNVGEhBP8YewlSPu0l98NPttJ0Am0cgOhkjWqji0g9i4CbUzEm0-WfvVYL6EywGXzF-ZAuPOemQPX-iYYhl0jr5izkl1qnqqtYRUAoD2BjkVsx_BGMqlWV8Tub-4ZBTwo-HnQ25ocvmguDJ1jfVAHcHxPgsN/w400-h300/Aquilone%205.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-2778334624767978092024-01-22T11:35:00.006+01:002024-02-24T17:30:12.329+01:00Un nuovo anno...<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Un nuovo anno senza di te...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsL23PKynpWq3F7ehvdgZxjTV66ifRWcdlFwUWMeHUKH2uQZFrt-3xDQpqjvP5w4d44-Lmu4-EJwOqCO8gKKUwmRJawpjGIag3KIdmlZFLrK8yMsx_A-Ib7xdLI3gtWJjs6-FPa2WXK6wggug_eYxtiJR6z8Og_bIW1DXexG9kUTmxcpQ_Mh_tpjz0tUH/s1124/Post%20oggi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsL23PKynpWq3F7ehvdgZxjTV66ifRWcdlFwUWMeHUKH2uQZFrt-3xDQpqjvP5w4d44-Lmu4-EJwOqCO8gKKUwmRJawpjGIag3KIdmlZFLrK8yMsx_A-Ib7xdLI3gtWJjs6-FPa2WXK6wggug_eYxtiJR6z8Og_bIW1DXexG9kUTmxcpQ_Mh_tpjz0tUH/w300-h400/Post%20oggi.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-27457952816564563422023-12-22T11:57:00.004+01:002024-02-24T17:30:30.992+01:00A te dopo 90 mesi...<p><span style="font-size: medium;">A te a novanta mesi dalla tua scomparsa...</span></p><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":rkd:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Se potessi rivederti fra un anno,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">farei tanti gomitoli dei mesi.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Se l’attesa fosse soltanto di secoli</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">li <span></span>conterei sulla mano.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E se sapessi che finita questa vita</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la mia e la tua proseguiranno insieme,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">getterei la mia come inutile scorza e sceglierei con te l’eternità.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Emily Dickinson)</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmaYbF2vLM-d5IOVMVn9lZDdRBRUb33CBOSbO52M1uCgUFySjh_MmsObFD1p0LxGGaNKXY9ntrndrzXYAy0qnmy7fpwLjJOmRyh439txn3pGavJ1K3ZoaMR-a4Tkos8iObuNdLFFLv3VeBaDKMxY7Q3JOJ_OZNHrAf7DDf1-ZsiuTClxgeyLoVYFY0j1C/s960/Ritratto%2051.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmaYbF2vLM-d5IOVMVn9lZDdRBRUb33CBOSbO52M1uCgUFySjh_MmsObFD1p0LxGGaNKXY9ntrndrzXYAy0qnmy7fpwLjJOmRyh439txn3pGavJ1K3ZoaMR-a4Tkos8iObuNdLFFLv3VeBaDKMxY7Q3JOJ_OZNHrAf7DDf1-ZsiuTClxgeyLoVYFY0j1C/w400-h300/Ritratto%2051.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-9758522800454221702023-11-22T09:37:00.008+01:002023-11-22T09:38:32.906+01:00Sempre con me<div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":r294:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Si dice che il tempo curi anche il dolore, ma non è vero. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il tempo lo fissa in un momento ben preciso.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E da lì, torna sempre!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quando la mente scivola nel passato, ecco, è lì che ritrova intatto quel dolore, come fosse il primo giorno.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non ci si sbarazza mai di una perdita,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ma <span></span>la si vive.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Luca Trapanese)</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dopo 89 mesi il dolore è sempre lo stesso...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-75826204888218325392023-10-22T10:47:00.007+02:002024-02-24T17:30:57.600+01:0088<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A 88 mesi dalla tua scomparsa...</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Mai e poi mai </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">diventerai </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">un ricordo sbiadito </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">dal tempo che passa.</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Tu non sarai mai</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">il passato</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Mi manchi,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">quando è notte</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">e non dormo.</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Quando,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">non riesco a respirare,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">quando senza te,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">perdo la luce dei miei occhi.</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Mi manchi,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">quando soffro,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">e non so piangere.</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Quando vorrei dormire,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">per non svegliarmi più.</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i>(Reinerart)</i></b></span></span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKjJ2Epr0ECAj5acW1FDsZC7UJNSM_bOcYjbvWmkJdcRGbMdorfOv1e7fxjzL4jYuA1dWeXPKB3Hk4OrciqLadq1o3V20OFhYq9-O8o8YHoqsbW01f9DfBAwUTtQXoKiPOLMQL_Ak5WmwDZ21omI-_EF768FXuaEwsZBo3gOe8L2Lny26EkkcHXfrUk5r/s637/Palestina%2010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="358" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKjJ2Epr0ECAj5acW1FDsZC7UJNSM_bOcYjbvWmkJdcRGbMdorfOv1e7fxjzL4jYuA1dWeXPKB3Hk4OrciqLadq1o3V20OFhYq9-O8o8YHoqsbW01f9DfBAwUTtQXoKiPOLMQL_Ak5WmwDZ21omI-_EF768FXuaEwsZBo3gOe8L2Lny26EkkcHXfrUk5r/w225-h400/Palestina%2010.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-31005374386982571982023-09-22T09:30:00.003+02:002024-02-24T17:31:15.513+01:0087...<div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":r9k:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non mi tolga tutto il lutto, dottoressa,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">me ne lasci la metà;</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">io non voglio che il mio cuore</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sia sgombro per intero,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mi lasci la mancanza:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span>faccia male di notte,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se non dormo, ma se dormo,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se possibile, vorrei</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">non svegliarmi nel buio,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">come se</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">non potessi respirare.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi tolga</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l’impossibile che è che non si possa</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">più ascoltare la sua voce</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e lo squillo del telefono mai suo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quando compio un altro anno</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e non vorrei.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi lasci continuare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a guardare fissamente</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se qualcuno beve</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il caffè nel vetro</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e faccia che io pianga</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sulla torta di riso;</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mi tolga il grido, se può,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la testa che sbatte,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il nero che fa</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la fine.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non mi resta che</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la mancanza che è: </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e se è il dolore che riempie</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">come un corpo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il mio corpo,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">me lo lasci per metà.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non voglio perdere</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che ferisca come un taglio</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la lama che non taglia dei suoi occhi;</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tolga il lutto che inginocchia,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che non crede, che mi chiude</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in casa.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi lasci che mi facciano </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">male i fiori,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ma non tutti,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">solo quelli arancioni.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Beatrice Zerbini)</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">87 mesi senza di te...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK5MpvJ7nusviF7NHBCeXqqICoxB6nUAPwlxz7wuWAdIirB0SpzbB4lgPBaq7i1dsH_o3zQDfl7YgoAdIvtthEZgq0P268_Z96oS_kPYuDBojVAnuGfaETA3z7JCFXHE85oF8RJkNyYR1soQiGA6ExpXdqgjiIUBKXEfI4dCaTovzxwmH8HxABEiJuwvW/s720/Ritratto%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK5MpvJ7nusviF7NHBCeXqqICoxB6nUAPwlxz7wuWAdIirB0SpzbB4lgPBaq7i1dsH_o3zQDfl7YgoAdIvtthEZgq0P268_Z96oS_kPYuDBojVAnuGfaETA3z7JCFXHE85oF8RJkNyYR1soQiGA6ExpXdqgjiIUBKXEfI4dCaTovzxwmH8HxABEiJuwvW/w400-h266/Ritratto%204.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-78622361487374365752023-08-22T10:35:00.005+02:002023-09-24T19:01:05.514+02:00Manchi...<div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":r1vj:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Manchi come il tempo,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che non abbiamo passato insieme.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Manchi come le cose che non ci siamo detti,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">come quelle parole</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che non hanno mai varcato la soglia della bocca</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e sono rimaste dove nessuno le può ascoltare.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Manchi come quello che c’era</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ed ha smesso di esserci.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Manchi come manca</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ciò che mancare non dovrebbe…</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Daniele Muzzarelli)</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">86 mesi senza di te... </span><br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bCmzMj5qW6iM5I0btBwz7O9k7eQzbaoNCKWZ_CszlALdC9ItvCoPaFwTCMMe4_ZM2yPllLvjsT8heaW6xldwusZhyMIE-P4C1e5BlQU7AuzL9Lh2ovUScLGqbn-oll1GkHNRoICW2Je19HUGTP76JXkptjD9NDMAnYYR4ezJVUQZGM0RdUjvKhVcoSCf/s960/In%20Croazia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bCmzMj5qW6iM5I0btBwz7O9k7eQzbaoNCKWZ_CszlALdC9ItvCoPaFwTCMMe4_ZM2yPllLvjsT8heaW6xldwusZhyMIE-P4C1e5BlQU7AuzL9Lh2ovUScLGqbn-oll1GkHNRoICW2Je19HUGTP76JXkptjD9NDMAnYYR4ezJVUQZGM0RdUjvKhVcoSCf/w266-h400/In%20Croazia.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-4379337730649828212023-07-22T09:05:00.001+02:002023-07-23T09:07:31.713+02:0085 mesi senza di te<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara</span></p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":ri8:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei il mio posto gentile</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quello dove posso dormire</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anche senza sognare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei come quando il vento entra nelle case</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il <span></span>vento di settembre tra le tovaglie stese e un sole meno prepotente</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei il candore di un adolescente</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei un caminetto acceso nell’inverno di un bambino</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Spero tu mi riesca a guardare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">perché in questo mare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eri la boa più vicina</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei e sarai sempre la mia donna forte</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Si fotta anche la morte</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Francesca Barra)</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">85 mesi senza di te...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicr7mZxogu89e9FupIf44pyBQK-6Ydir-ZqBEFBQmj1pdr5SmNSfKlK-e15gAXIxSWYGVmy2heS2ADTynJVj0DVO3fMWK0welRe9zzAmlzGddgKGtzV0YSWrFjL-rN4_tOM67iZ_7otyCg_KY9QELBMgNCA53IUYmPUAsdGBTahYTIEhOmi6is0zQAVGHF/s2048/In%20bicicletta%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicr7mZxogu89e9FupIf44pyBQK-6Ydir-ZqBEFBQmj1pdr5SmNSfKlK-e15gAXIxSWYGVmy2heS2ADTynJVj0DVO3fMWK0welRe9zzAmlzGddgKGtzV0YSWrFjL-rN4_tOM67iZ_7otyCg_KY9QELBMgNCA53IUYmPUAsdGBTahYTIEhOmi6is0zQAVGHF/w320-h400/In%20bicicletta%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-52315920853221583362023-06-22T09:46:00.003+02:002023-06-25T09:49:25.153+02:00Sette anni senza te<div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":r18s:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sono sette anni che manchi e oggi voglio ricordarti con le parole di Alessandro Baricco che, secondo me, ti descrivono alla perfezione.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">"Era una donna semplice, di quelle che sognano dietro ai libri e alle poesie, e se la vita è carogna non importa, una ragione buona per sorridere la trovi comunque.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Era un tipo così.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Ed era carina, questo bisogna dirlo.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Non del genere vistoso, quelle che ti giri a guardarle.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Più semplice.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma aveva qualcosa che ti accalappiava, niente da dire, ce l’aveva.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Come una specie di limpidezza, di trasparenza.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Era quel tipo di donna che quando ce l’hai tra le braccia, sai che lei è lì, proprio tra le tue braccia e da nessuna altra parte.</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Non so se avete presente. </span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma è una cosa rara. </span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">E bellissima, nel suo genere".</span></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un bacio Sara, ovunque tu sia...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">P.S.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A tutti quelli che sostengono che il tempo cura le ferite, auguro di non provare mai un dolore di questo genere.</span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1VEjul53mbzLdyLJd0ZRaF3a7rXF-29V6Dl0HRIbRFCqH_008xpEYjGRjJB7quNSZv5LQSB1_tu5O-H1hbC301tDAzzDAUKVRl2nhKs5jwq61VTQ4I1jz8NjUSxBbC77bVrQXBJXuu3bsM0zqOqxs6WX_B6giSPAMupEGoc8woz6nCpl8xMbA4brxfjO/s509/Foto%20articolo.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="509" height="310" 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x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei un lontano ricordo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vicino al mio sguardo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">coperta da uno schermo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lasciavi un rumore come le chiavi di un portone</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">aprivi ogni stanza di questa apparenza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">fingendo fosse una coincidenza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ridevi della gente stronza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tu che avevi l'anima del mare quando è calmo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e si vuol far toccare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A te </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la mia Giovanna d'Arco</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in questo mondo marcio</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(Francesca Barra)</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">83 mesi senza di te...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx0i2cZ_b4AELv1bVO38QVlPQySub4ROEs0weHCSfZhHnDIQjCgnCBqT2M2L8QmjRE57yb8aGh5CAzGM2MWlRyYg95cESm6ZYEkYevyQsfS7IHMEZmPgrohEdimxMWEe3oATD9d-E_T0SWYrTAHAq3pZs0AjRVhLVoMrIzyalZmuUsG75gsEPU-ppzA/s398/Mentre%20ride%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="398" height="388" 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class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">E ricordati, io ci sarò…</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Ci sarò su nell'aria.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Allora ogni tanto,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">se mi vuoi parlare,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">mettiti da una parte,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span></span>chiudi gli occhi e cercami.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Ci si parla…</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Ma non nel linguaggio</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">delle parole ma nel silenzio.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">(Tiziano Terzani)</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">82 mesi senza ti te, ma io ti auguro Buon 25 Aprile!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_y3WErWDMsRXIcUroS2eBejHVMrJKBccfwQuWcGERHgN5VVUlLUOrHS19C8ILA221zDBeC925rkTZhDv1SUCdscLHfsTP6fx-viUZilQf3q7gb43rtkXp5b9Vttt-xC_B6qhR1GsDdV3XtvyuoM5Sx_GI9QHNir9ZCdmCpKqk6T9Rc5B166TXiCtVw/s600/A%20pugno%20chiuso.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_y3WErWDMsRXIcUroS2eBejHVMrJKBccfwQuWcGERHgN5VVUlLUOrHS19C8ILA221zDBeC925rkTZhDv1SUCdscLHfsTP6fx-viUZilQf3q7gb43rtkXp5b9Vttt-xC_B6qhR1GsDdV3XtvyuoM5Sx_GI9QHNir9ZCdmCpKqk6T9Rc5B166TXiCtVw/w400-h225/A%20pugno%20chiuso.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"> </span><br /></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-36920010905334338972023-03-08T08:11:00.003+01:002023-03-08T08:12:11.536+01:008 marzo tutto l'anno<div><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 xjkvuk6" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_y3"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>La ballata delle donne</b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quando ci penso, che il tempo è passato,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le vecchie madri che ci hanno portato,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">poi le ragazze, che furono amore,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e <span></span>poi le mogli e le figlie e le nuore,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">femmina penso, se penso una gioia:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pensarci il maschio, ci penso la noia.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quando ci penso, che il tempo è venuto,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la partigiana che qui ha combattuto,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quella colpita, ferita una volta,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e quella morta, che abbiamo sepolta,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">femmina penso, se penso la pace:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pensarci il maschio, pensare non piace.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quando ci penso, che il tempo ritorna,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che arriva il giorno che il giorno raggiorna,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">penso che è culla una pancia di donna,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e casa è pancia che tiene una gonna,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e pancia è cassa, che viene al finire,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che arriva il giorno che si va a dormire.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Perché la donna non è cielo, è terra</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">carne di terra che non vuole guerra:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">è questa terra, che io fui seminato,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vita ho vissuto che dentro ho piantato,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui cerco il caldo che il cuore ci sente,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la lunga notte che divento niente.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Femmina penso, se penso l’umano</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la mia compagna, ti prendo per mano.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Edoardo Sanguineti)</i></b></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><p> </p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-39063111723335780002023-03-02T08:07:00.007+01:002023-03-08T08:10:01.852+01:00Auguri!<div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 x1l90r2v" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_sy"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oggi avresti compiuto 40 anni...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il mio augurio e il mio bacio ti giungano ovunque tu sei.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">BUON COMPLEANNO BAMBINA!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz xt0b8zv x1fey0fg" href="https://youtu.be/cmaCfyiYsyg?fbclid=IwAR0G23_AaIzmPaVLC6WRD9VuskiXAPmE-D8Fcx3xkAeJOO7APQyq9xMShoQ" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/cmaCfyiYsyg</a></span></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JcjeDFgyZmv49JIb3hdTlE7CWH8gqnfj_ijKbifwEwcVu3t5oCFmJU6W3QiMHBj6l1tKPOlNKpTKPI4lTncJHxXk3fU5dbd2O-8Pw-tqKwbGAHfQBT7kO9wp1epjMnZGMfp_FLTgqh_SKJc5yTW_pqRfUYjj8D4RHOApcW2TMZ9U9FCniUB5XCf2jA/s6000/Russia%204.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JcjeDFgyZmv49JIb3hdTlE7CWH8gqnfj_ijKbifwEwcVu3t5oCFmJU6W3QiMHBj6l1tKPOlNKpTKPI4lTncJHxXk3fU5dbd2O-8Pw-tqKwbGAHfQBT7kO9wp1epjMnZGMfp_FLTgqh_SKJc5yTW_pqRfUYjj8D4RHOApcW2TMZ9U9FCniUB5XCf2jA/w266-h400/Russia%204.JPG" width="266" 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style="text-align: left;"><h0><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">vedo solo la sua assenza. </span></span></span></h0></div><h0 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span><i>(Sara Bianchini)</i></span></span></b></h0><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxvLz-L4jKJlQgo8B65nPUD920fU3AK6SFysjwqjkJypKKvKwY1dqBzXljgFuA8yF9v_alyTPYXrSgrCv8N5i4eEojqcJhV1HqNeSWorBRbOsoVIsZC64R2heF5Upl4u1Z9QqUS3xZ0TbN3zupOut5pwdN6aTWQo0D9nGTbtJ54c2ag3eflgvjEfHYA/s3456/In%20montagna%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxvLz-L4jKJlQgo8B65nPUD920fU3AK6SFysjwqjkJypKKvKwY1dqBzXljgFuA8yF9v_alyTPYXrSgrCv8N5i4eEojqcJhV1HqNeSWorBRbOsoVIsZC64R2heF5Upl4u1Z9QqUS3xZ0TbN3zupOut5pwdN6aTWQo0D9nGTbtJ54c2ag3eflgvjEfHYA/w400-h266/In%20montagna%201.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-60722195856035790982023-01-22T10:25:00.007+01:002023-01-23T10:30:35.259+01:0079...<div class="" dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 x1l90r2v" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_5"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Assenza,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">più acuta presenza.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Vago pensiero di te</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">vaghi ricordi</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">turbano l’ora calma</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">e il <span></span>dolce sole.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Dolente il petto</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">ti porta,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">come una pietra</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">leggera.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><b>(Attilio Bertolucci)</b></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><b> </b></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><b><div class="separator" 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Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-17560393194878802192022-12-22T10:33:00.004+01:002022-12-22T10:33:49.933+01:00Manchi<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I mesi che passano</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">i ricordi che restano </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e tu che mi manchi </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ogni giorno di più </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(78 mesi senza di te)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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27 novembre alle ore 17,00 presso la biblioteca comunale "Sara Iommi"
verrà presentato l'ultimo libro di Maria Teresa Batosti e verrà
ricordata Sara.</span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kcaZSlb4_xCoHr_1cb_mXvg1iWiRRBfRE9rtTSy6ZTHOXjo6DfR8_T04NkhLrKEwpvAVuYVl_mFGeAo_BBwIN2oSTlSLM1xnypxUNKp56CN1mhnOS0jv2XX6UmmYDKNMOvSaqX2Eae_tpmariokzrqaa9pxayaBlDbjUjkSq2OUeF6p1SkLBfB0tTQ/s1420/Locandina%2027%20novembre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1420" data-original-width="999" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kcaZSlb4_xCoHr_1cb_mXvg1iWiRRBfRE9rtTSy6ZTHOXjo6DfR8_T04NkhLrKEwpvAVuYVl_mFGeAo_BBwIN2oSTlSLM1xnypxUNKp56CN1mhnOS0jv2XX6UmmYDKNMOvSaqX2Eae_tpmariokzrqaa9pxayaBlDbjUjkSq2OUeF6p1SkLBfB0tTQ/w281-h400/Locandina%2027%20novembre.jpg" width="281" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-27643294191543898262022-11-22T10:14:00.006+01:002022-12-22T10:34:15.529+01:0077...<div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_94"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E sorrido al cielo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E anche se non ti vedo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Creo il tuo contorno</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nello spazio eterno </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Del tuo ricordo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span>(Francesca Barra)</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzIbQxwvzOgh04PFTuQg3EOZcLnPnHZXzGt5IwaAlN6iIQDEfhUOH2aZQfAs9LYevtbrjt0qJ9gxsykuvBPJw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-9249983557504690052022-11-12T17:44:00.005+01:002022-11-26T11:08:18.029+01:00Biblioteca Sara Iommi - Bibliofica imperitura<div class="separator" style="text-align: center;"><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></p><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_b"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Oggi di sei anni fa...</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sei anni senza di te, sigh!</div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSP5OHTrt2clzcX0NHRoG0dBVoLDNTh7p8blZSSDkzKCgA0k0eVlV71mkmf0A6_AP_ix_3bWb1MZEnq4x5Yj0iTVgAYQeMNaSEMsH0dH4SkhI1JNQ-ituTi34Rr9I2iTU-veKDoO3vcafQNpJa-6AiRUU11XZ25lkv0N3PtndI_eDM9K_2bC6Svw0WlA/s3574/Manifesto%20intitolazione%20biblioteca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3574" data-original-width="2481" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSP5OHTrt2clzcX0NHRoG0dBVoLDNTh7p8blZSSDkzKCgA0k0eVlV71mkmf0A6_AP_ix_3bWb1MZEnq4x5Yj0iTVgAYQeMNaSEMsH0dH4SkhI1JNQ-ituTi34Rr9I2iTU-veKDoO3vcafQNpJa-6AiRUU11XZ25lkv0N3PtndI_eDM9K_2bC6Svw0WlA/w278-h400/Manifesto%20intitolazione%20biblioteca.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><p></p></div><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_b"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"></div></span></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-40806149101722092402022-10-22T13:21:00.008+02:002022-11-17T17:49:41.609+01:0076...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E lo avverti sempre quel vuoto incolmabile</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che ti consuma l’anima… </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I suoi occhi, il suo sorriso… </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tutto il mio intero mondo rinchiuso in quel vuoto… </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un vuoto incolmabile
che solo la sua presenza
potrebbe colmare… </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">(Sara Bianchini)</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">76 sei mesi senza di te...<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpehgNt0RPr5G6DVQQMlfHXrbZBm9LaejSNakT8_0I_4KsqcaQcMPeo3iXKkShNNGSWyQP4CqWYMfusbgl-fn_DVktqFQI89yRXJw292fENNwADE7biGumv5Jn2qkt3CJY9CQCYlccwCrO5-_52Ls3l1jafEc2acQcWAh2gHR2_3W46gzeb4U9bxgKA/s640/Con%20Tobia%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpehgNt0RPr5G6DVQQMlfHXrbZBm9LaejSNakT8_0I_4KsqcaQcMPeo3iXKkShNNGSWyQP4CqWYMfusbgl-fn_DVktqFQI89yRXJw292fENNwADE7biGumv5Jn2qkt3CJY9CQCYlccwCrO5-_52Ls3l1jafEc2acQcWAh2gHR2_3W46gzeb4U9bxgKA/w400-h300/Con%20Tobia%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> </div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-53939999434209563422022-09-22T10:52:00.004+02:002022-11-17T17:50:59.555+01:0075 mesi senza di te...<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Fortuna</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>
I figli sono quelle nubi <br />che al vento<br />
ti fanno vedere il sole,<br />
e occorre la forza di Giove<br />
per togliere dal tuo cammino<br />
la cenere di tutti i baci.<br />
Per i figli tu invochi il vento,<br />
e la strategia dell'amore<br />
è simile alla strategia di Ulisse,<br />
più furbo di qualsiasi uomo.<br />
A volte perdi gli amori,<br />
perdi infinite occasioni,<br />
perdi il suono della sfortuna <br />
ma getti il grido della vittoria ovunque<br />
e a chi ti chiede<br />
perché sei così fortunato,<br />
perché non piangi mai<br />
o perché piangi troppo<br />
tu puoi rispondere<br />
che nessuno ha mai consolato la gioia<br />
e che tutti sbagliano un poco a consolare il dolore.<br />
<i><b>(Alda Merini) </b></i></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><b></b></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_IguqYjTvugX25uLPMXKocafgpVn1zbvpqH3oqHTlEcVZBnCZ_Z7zouj-fN6jtBEjNh0S6jz5AJ0HHhFWlQ8zvfRuytxjR9g5V4TkppMNuYqxk_F6Smf08DI-GClm3rSr94E9cNsfIC2f_KYo23W01BxbEMiSmXLtMP9wju7ohuoGc8sFTCyS0TQzg/s2496/Con%20l'ombrello%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2496" data-original-width="1664" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_IguqYjTvugX25uLPMXKocafgpVn1zbvpqH3oqHTlEcVZBnCZ_Z7zouj-fN6jtBEjNh0S6jz5AJ0HHhFWlQ8zvfRuytxjR9g5V4TkppMNuYqxk_F6Smf08DI-GClm3rSr94E9cNsfIC2f_KYo23W01BxbEMiSmXLtMP9wju7ohuoGc8sFTCyS0TQzg/w266-h400/Con%20l'ombrello%201.JPG" width="266" /></a></b></i></div><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-51290473908584666072022-07-22T11:50:00.005+02:002022-08-31T11:56:55.425+02:00Sei nell'anima...<span style="font-size: medium;">Sei nell'anima</span><div dir="auto"><div class="d2hqwtrz r227ecj6 ez8dtbzv gt60zsk1" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_1g"><div class="alzwoclg cqf1kptm siwo0mpr gu5uzgus"><div class="jroqu855 nthtkgg5"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">E lì ti lascio per sempre</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sospeso, immobile</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Fermo immagine</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Un segno che non passa mai</div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sei <span></span>nell'anima</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">E lì ti lascio per sempre</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sei in ogni parte di me</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Ti sento scendere</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Fra respiro e battito</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sei nell'anima</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In questo spazio indifeso</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Inizia tutto con te</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Non ci serve un perché</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Siamo carne e fiato</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54ywhb0HqYscQib9lYpy3cOkEKNy9BsU8pWy9g6xUsxu5_XfLJygL2tE_0qXs18HLmO9QYkNcGYCk5wLHXU31qu8AaYRZUdKSAf_Xj2pOl6XQ_a8rG8QYZEbMLkf0XB_sKkNGOSfUKt80fThbHxz0Bh0-qMOcEvGbst53xkiBrSW1iJzqTL6AjGrnlw/s6000/Aquilone%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54ywhb0HqYscQib9lYpy3cOkEKNy9BsU8pWy9g6xUsxu5_XfLJygL2tE_0qXs18HLmO9QYkNcGYCk5wLHXU31qu8AaYRZUdKSAf_Xj2pOl6XQ_a8rG8QYZEbMLkf0XB_sKkNGOSfUKt80fThbHxz0Bh0-qMOcEvGbst53xkiBrSW1iJzqTL6AjGrnlw/w426-h640/Aquilone%204.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /></div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-9184835368706160032022-07-22T08:47:00.002+02:002022-07-22T08:50:08.183+02:0073...<div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_12v"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I ricordi più lontani</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">a volte,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">sono i più nitidi</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">e si riaprono ferite mai chiuse.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Eppure vivi solo per quelli,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">perchè la tua quotidianità</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">a confronto è sbiadita e scialba.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><b>(Alda Merini)</b></i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHa5yTN8sZ9Ad9x5WVUMz8BypSiaQ2OTrFzATpLF6XH5wKjqe2FnOAIy6nYl4N8-nLUFJuXR5T20_BnXK8Me0dMnfh5Ff1q_JyVj3dEPv0BTerVhHzpf_kwoP1wVtosg9-hPn0iR44NU10228totTGGFZAR-DrWyhpqovYUBys4_g3UHgoFVu0FN1s3A/s960/Sara%20e%20Thomas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="677" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHa5yTN8sZ9Ad9x5WVUMz8BypSiaQ2OTrFzATpLF6XH5wKjqe2FnOAIy6nYl4N8-nLUFJuXR5T20_BnXK8Me0dMnfh5Ff1q_JyVj3dEPv0BTerVhHzpf_kwoP1wVtosg9-hPn0iR44NU10228totTGGFZAR-DrWyhpqovYUBys4_g3UHgoFVu0FN1s3A/w283-h400/Sara%20e%20Thomas.jpg" width="283" /></a></div> <br /></div></div></span></span></span></div></div></div></div>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-2451757044603775922022-06-22T18:30:00.008+02:002022-07-22T08:47:38.599+02:00Sei anni senza te...<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chi sostiene che il tempo curi le ferite dice una banalità, usa una frase fatta che probabilmente non ha mai sperimentato su se stesso perchè ci sono ferite che non possono essere curate da niente e da nessuno.
Oggi sono sei anni che non sei più con noi, anche se la tua presenza è costante di giorno e di notte, in ogni momento che la testa non è impegnata in qualcos'altro.
Anche oggi il mio bacio ti arrivi ovunque tu sia...</span></span></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGgycBo1WLNxr19DwATPXRXj6cDO33Pn9QBofQPkopCKFg7u2qEq607QV6yNRsHubBYe875zq_n0dIgKKOgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><br />Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0