tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80952607613023403542024-03-22T18:53:22.516+01:00FrancamenteFrancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08115982928799357406noreply@blogger.comBlogger542125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-23524130207647949632024-03-22T18:45:00.005+01:002024-03-22T18:50:07.826+01:0093<span style="font-size: medium;">"Non piangere sulla mia tomba.
Io non sono qui.</span><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non sto dormendo.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Io sono mille venti che soffiano;</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sono lo scintillio del diamante sulla neve</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sono <span></span>il sole che brilla sul grano maturo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sono la pioggia lieve d’autunno.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quando ti svegli nella calma mattutina,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sono il rapido fruscio degli uccelli </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che volano in cerchio...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sono la tenera stella che brilla nella notte.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non piangere sulla mia tomba.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Io non sono qui,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ma dove tu mi puoi ricordare.."</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Se saprai ricordarmi, sarò sempre con te.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Isabel Allende)</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;">93 mesi senza di te... </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zCn1J0qGMfi6RQgXJFdHcX9OAAkO3K4qFLxbm00UtVSvEBdwE3-CZNjve2wmc4C2jL7cle9tYc2aoE_T3Ez5qirr7o7FyTcfLaydc5bakmtC3biYjsyOnKTbXwit6WY4aqnFYVkUjzx4y8ltDGAsCOtI0BznkQqA9A68I_7EvcJxX8rD87k1GodnK0zh/s2496/A%20Praga.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1664" data-original-width="2496" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zCn1J0qGMfi6RQgXJFdHcX9OAAkO3K4qFLxbm00UtVSvEBdwE3-CZNjve2wmc4C2jL7cle9tYc2aoE_T3Ez5qirr7o7FyTcfLaydc5bakmtC3biYjsyOnKTbXwit6WY4aqnFYVkUjzx4y8ltDGAsCOtI0BznkQqA9A68I_7EvcJxX8rD87k1GodnK0zh/w400-h266/A%20Praga.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><i></i></b></span></div></div><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-88163706501774178582024-03-02T09:26:00.009+01:002024-03-22T18:52:50.068+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>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 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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" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1VEjul53mbzLdyLJd0ZRaF3a7rXF-29V6Dl0HRIbRFCqH_008xpEYjGRjJB7quNSZv5LQSB1_tu5O-H1hbC301tDAzzDAUKVRl2nhKs5jwq61VTQ4I1jz8NjUSxBbC77bVrQXBJXuu3bsM0zqOqxs6WX_B6giSPAMupEGoc8woz6nCpl8xMbA4brxfjO/w400-h310/Foto%20articolo.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p>Franca Bassanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587501310452195115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095260761302340354.post-30988022626139131052023-05-22T09:08:00.004+02:002023-05-22T09:10:11.126+02:0083<p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":r3f:"><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;">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; 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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" 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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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style="font-size: medium;"><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">Domenica
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=AD6v5dxW-_zOZqBG74upqTsKNLBCA5ImoA-w6rZwp0oKi_ofilouuUpvB6Mjf487h8ZUC8VxflTZgcjZinkKiNXO4A' 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; 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